#quirkless reader

[fujoshirat]

When the Shouto Todoroki saves you and your kindergarten students at the aquarium during a villain attack, you can't seem to get him out of your head. Bonus: you're quirkless and he's a pro hero, so you live in two different worlds. The glue? His cute nephew that's obsessed with rocks and that just so happens to be in your kindergarten class.

In short: You've become obsessed, you suppose. But that's all right, you're not the only one that's obsessed.

WARNING: infatuated Shouto = a ditz who embarrasses himself in front of his crush <3; female reader (srry I forgot to add this to the first part but you can choose the gender^^); Shouto and Kaoru bonding!!

Part 1 here!

2 - You're Obsessed With Me

Shouto has never seen a woman so perfect.

He had heard of you before. Every so often, when Shouto would take Kaoru out on a playdate or visit Natsuo, his nephew would casually bring you up.

"Y/N-sensei let me bring my rock collection for show n' tell."

"Oji-san, Y/N-sensei cuts her apple slices like rabbits. I wan' rabbits too."

"Today was Y/N-sensei's birthday, so I gave her a rock."

In a way, Shouto knew you. He knew about how you loved to take your students on field trips and that you want to travel to Venice someday and that you cry at every little milestone. He knew all of this from the lovely little stories that his lovely little nephew would tell him.

What he did not know was how obsessed he'd be with you once he'd finally met you. That afternoon, about an hour after eating his lunch and about 30 minutes into his patrol, he had received a call from his secretary and the authorities that there was a villain wreaking havoc at the Hosu City Aquarium. That afternoon, when he rushed to the scene with his five-year-old nephew's safety and the safety of others occupying his mind.

That afternoon, you laid there on the tile floor, wrists bound together and arms cut up, with the most beautiful face ever- 'Eugh! Weirdo!' Shouto mentally gives himself a slap to the face while shaking his head, prompting him out of his daydream. He looks down at Kaoru, the little boy holding his uncle's hand and observing the passing cars. Reaching the agency, Shouto types in his password and enters, bringing Kaoru along with him.

"Kaoru-kun, I just need to finish up a report before we can go back to your house, okay?"

"Okay, oji-san." As they approach the elevator, Kaoru looks up at Shouto with puppy eyes, making Shouto chuckle. "Go ahead." The five-year-old cheers and makes a beeline for the elevator, reaching up to press the up button. The elevator arrives, and the white-haired boy leads his uncle inside, also reaching up to press the 4th floor button.

Once they reach Shouto's office floor, Kaoru sits on the couch and looks at Shouto patiently, though his face reflecting expectancy. Shouto quirks a brow and kneels down at his nephew. "Yes, Kaoru-kun?"

"Do you have games on your phone?"

"..."

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"Kaoru-kun, do you have your subway card?" Turning off the lights, Shouto leads his nephew into the elevator. He observes the little boy nod in response, a pleasant hum escaping him.

"That's good. We'll take the subway back to your house, okay?"

"Okay, oji-san."

Opening the main door for Kaoru, the two exit the agency and head to the nearby subway station. Almost 6:40pm, they board the train and Shouto makes sure that his nephew has a seat. As the subway starts moving, Shouto's thoughts once again wander. 'Does she take the subway home too? How long has she been a teacher for? And she's quirkless too? She's so brave.' Amidst the sound of chattering tracks and pleasant thoughts, the pro hero hears a little rumbling sound and smiles softly.

"Kaoru-kun, are you hungry? I can buy you dinner before we get you home." Kaoru nods shyly. Shouto nods in acknowledgement and helps the little boy find his way to the subway doors before they open. Once the subway stops, they exit it and push past the large herd of people. "Kaoru," Shouto squeezes his nephew's hand comfortingly. "What do you want to eat?" His gaze meets round, doe eyes.

"Salmon onigiri!" Hearing that, the heterochromatic man takes Kaoru to the convenience store and buys him his dinner.

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"Kaoru! You're safe!" Natsuo envelops his son in a hug, receiving a whine of protest. Shouto laughs at the sight. "I already fed him, Natsu-ani. No injuries and no problems." His elder brother lets out a sigh of relief and looks face-to-face at his son. "Thank goodness... thank you so much, Shouto. I was so worried." The man in question shakes his head. "I'm glad I was there on time, and Kaoru behaved." "Really? That's good." He ruffles Kaoru's hair. "Thank you, kiddo." Looking up at Shouto again, he stands up and offers a smile.

"I made hambugu (hamburg-steak) for dinner, do you wanna stay and eat?" "Thanks for the offer, but I ate already with Kaoru. I'll just head home now." Natsuo nods. "If you're sure, thanks again, Shou." The brothers both bow in respect to each other, Kaoru copying his father. Shouto smiles and gently pats his nephew's head. "Goodnight, Kaoru-kun. Have a good weekend." "You too, oji-san." The pro hero heads back out and walks to the station to return to his own home.

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Shouto thinks that the American idea of Manifest Destiny must be true, because here you are, blessing him with your magnificent presence at his local grocery store (SPOILER! Shouto Todoroki is a Japanese citizen for a reason. That is NOT what Manifest Destiny is). You miraculously don't seem to notice his jaw-dropped expression, too busy reaching up to grab the specific brand of honey shampoo that you always buy. You're not wearing anything fancy: comfy sweats and a turtleneck for the slightly chilly weather.

But god, Shouto thinks that you're fine.

And did someone turn up the thermostat? Because suddenly, when you finally notice him and smile, the left side of his face flairs up. Thankfully it's not much, just a few flames that lick his face. Both yours and his eyes widen as Shouto quickly gets rid of the flames, leaving his cheeks dusted pink. "S-sir! Are you alright?" Oh goodness, you're coming closer! The air gets knocked out of Shouto's lungs when you look up at him with those doe eyes and worried expression. Clearing his throat, the pro hero attempts to save his ass.

"Ah, L/N-sensei, I apologize. I'm alright."

"No need to apologize! And no need to call me sensei." Your voice sounds like an angelic choir to Shouto, tone so sweet like candy. The tall man can only hope not to embarrass himself even further.

"Do you live in this area? I've never seen you here before." You nod cheerfully. "Mhm! I actually just moved here a few weeks ago because I got a pay raise. It's a beautiful area, and all the residents that I've met so far are lovely." Shouto likes how you're so cheerful and positive. Your face is welcoming and so far, you always seem to have a smile on your face. His eyes observe your left wrist, recalling the events of the day before. "Is your wrist okay?"

"Yes! I put some ice and it really helped with the swelling. I still try not to use it, but it doesn't hurt as much. Hopefully it will be back to normal soon!" Shouto's gaze softens, a soft smile appearing on his face as he adjusts his shopping bag hanging from his arm.

"That's good." He suddenly remembers something. "If I may ask, how long have you been teaching for?" "Hm..." Shouto can feel his heart do somersaults as he watches her slightly furrow her brows while thinking. 'Cute.' "This is my fourth year teaching. Ever since I started my career, I've been the kindergarten teacher for the school!" You giggle when Shouto's eyes widen. "Teaching young children is my passion. I love my students and want them to succeed. Sometimes it's a little hard when graduation rolls around the corner." He watches you dismiss yourself with a sheepish laugh, impressed at your dedication to teaching. The red- and white-haired man thinks it's absolutely adorable when you gush about teaching and your students. Every word that came out of your mouth, tumbling out of your kissable lips this loser really really really wants to kiss you :(, he becomes even more hooked.

And then, you take his breath away once more when you twirl a strand of your glossy hair and smile.

"You know, it's really nice interacting with a pro hero outside of their 'hero mode.' I've never done this before, and you're really kind, Todoroki-san!" Shouto's cheeks flush even more red at your sentiment. You enjoy talking to him??? Inside, he's mentally cheering screaming, on the outside, he's just looking at you with a shocked expression.

Yeah, you broke him. Yet, you don't seem to notice because instead of teasing him (like what his friends would have probably done), instead your cheeks turn a slight shade of pink like peaches and begin to speak again.

"If you're willing, I'd love to grab coffee with you sometime!" Shouto was definitely broken now, because his left side flares up with small flames again and you panic over him.

"Todoroki-san!?!"

In simple terms, Japan's Hottest Hero, Shouto Himura Todoroki, was definitely a loser boy man in love.

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A/N: Yayayayay! Part 2 is finally done (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) Thank you all so much for reading and (hopefully) enjoying this part as much as Part 1! I kind of suck at writing POVs for other characters, so I hope that this was still an enjoyable fic >< I love a strong independent hottie but I also love it when that hottie is a loser when in love <33333

On a similar note: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for all of your amazing, sweet support for Part 1!! I did not expect it to blow up 🥺🥺🥺 and cause my other (old) fics to also receive support! I was very surprised and elated to see my inbox flooded with notifications, so thank you for making my days ♡♡♡ I will take a short break from writing, maybe a week or two depending on how I feel, so I apologize if Part 3 comes out a little late!

Also!! I'm starting a tag list so if u wanna be tagged for the next part, just lmk!!

TAGLIST: ♡ @roseapov

[hmperil]

! mha w quirkless s/o:

includes : midoriya , todoroki and bakugo

midoriya : of course he’s extremely understanding of his s/o as he knows what it’s like to not have a quirk. he’ll always be respectful around you and make sure everyone else is as well, he won’t take any disrespect toward you. he’ll get really get really angry at bakugo if he tries to bully you like he did to him when they were younger, isn’t afraid to get physical if he doesn’t back off. if your ever feeling sad or insecure about the fact you’re quirkless he’ll always be there to comfort you and assure you that you’re the bravest person he has ever met, and that you don’t need a quirk to be a hero and help others.

todoroki : wouldn’t have the same understanding as midoriya but would definitely start trying when you two start dating. He never realised how hard it was being quirkless and the amount of shit you get from random people because of it. usually todoroki is a very calm and composed person but the second someone insults you he looses all of his composure, it definitely pisses him off that people make assumptions about you because of your lack of quirk and he will not hesitate to defend you - even if you are not present. he struggles to express his feelings, making it difficult to comfort people but despite that whenever you get sad or insecure because you are quirkless he will do his best to give you the comfort and reassurance that you need.

bakugo : yeah I think we all know how he acted when you first met him - at the start acting completely insensitive and underestimating you. though the more he was forced to hang out with you (because of mutual friends) the more he began realising how cool you actually were and maybeee developed a little bit of a crush. once you eventually get in a relationship he becomes very protective over you, if anyone says ANYTHING about you he will fiercely defend you - definitely getting physical sometimes… when your upset he isn’t the best with comforting you with words and instead shows you how much he cares about you with actions, even if it’s as small as ordering your favourite food or putting on something that you want to watch on the TV.

[irritatedirishfrog]

"𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒"

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪

*:･ﾟ✧ in which, Shoto's been dating you for the past year, and yet he isn't even sure that he loves you like he should. He can't help but feel guilty when he's provoked to marry you because now he feels like he's just using you to anger his father for the things he's done to him and his family in the past.

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You were Shoto's partner, a quirkless girl who he met working part time at a coffee shop. However, you were kind and hardworking, an enjoyable person to be around. Somehow, you had caught the attention of not just any person, but a future hero.

You were considered the bare minimum for most others. He got to learn a few of your other past relationships that ended badly because you weren't, 'up to par', but Shoto really couldn't understand their thought process.

He wanted to be around you all the time, almost an unhealthy amount of time.

When he talked to his mother last, she told him that what he was feeling was love, but he's not sure. It wasn't like the two of you were completely smitten, distracted by one another that you couldn't do anything responsible in your life...

Well, maybe he should ask you what you thought of throughout the day, because if he's being honest, he's distracted all the time with you. Of course, he'd never admit that to you because he'd rather not seem like a freak.

You were just such a gentle person, it was easy for his mind to just blank out on everything else and go back to you. Logically speaking, there was no point in him leaving you, ever. The two of you didn't fight, and you had to be one of the sweetest people he's ever met in his entire life.

There was just this... One problem, something that made him want to propose to you on a whim.

That one unfortunately irritating problem. That stubborn, stupid, annoying, absolutely anger inducing problem.

His father.

The man disapproved of you greatly, and oh how Shoto wished from time to time that his father would just croak and die.

It angered him knowing that his father would still try and control his life even when he became an adult. He knows that his father has changed, and he's grateful, he's forgiving him as much as he can right now. Shoto's taking baby steps.

But why did his dad have to ask about you?

How did he even know about you? He was sure he hadn't been vocal about you to anyone in his family besides his mother. How did he find out that you were quirkless? How did he find out you weren't even in UA?

The two had an argument and he was pissed, storming out of his house and everything. So what better way to revel in revenge than to use his father's credit card to pay for your engagement ring?

That was probably too far, uncomfortably too far.

After all, that would mean that the ring wasn't really bought with love... It was a haste decision and it didn't come from just him, it came from him trying to prove his father wrong.

He's only known you for a year.

And now here he was, almost two months later with a ring, a simple yet really pretty ring in a small white box stuffed in the pocket of his jacket that oddly reminded him of you.

Should he wait? Or should he propose to you now? Should he just break up with you entirely for your sake of not being involved with his father? If he was going to propose it would be really fast, but if he was really going to have to make it romantic.

Right?

He wants to prove to his father that he can make his own decisions and do what he wants. If he wants to marry a girl, why should he be stopped just because she was quirkless?

He wants to marry you... He's sure he wants to at least stay with you for as long as you'll allow him to. You, his beautiful girl that caught him, in a comforting, warm grasp. Out of nowhere, you just made him fall for you somehow.

He doesn't want you to ever let his heart go, and he wants to earn yours. He wants to make you happy because even though he's confused, he wants to believe it's love.

He loves you, but then his father comes to mind. Every. Single. Time.

"Damn it." He grumbled as he stood, being clearly frustrated at what his mind wouldn't allow him to settle down. Though the train was unwavering as it didn't stop for anyone's misfortune. It just kept swaying to its vigorous pace.

"You okay kid?" Aizawa questioned, nudging the heterochromia eyed boy out of his daydream.

"... Uh, yeah, I'm fine." Shoto just nodded.

Due to some of the safety precautions UA had in place, the students needed chaperones to escort them to their homes or others places outside of campus.

Shoto was lucky enough to have his own homeroom teacher this time around, Mr. Aizawa. Last time he was assigned Midnight and his sister accused her of being a little too friendly around him, he'd rather not have that same issue again.

Maybe Shoto should ask Mina or Kirishima what to do with this ring situation. Maybe even Midoriya would know something about this, after all, he did help him emotionally at the sports festival.

You knew almost nothing about his terribly raised life, but he knew your family and they were lovely. To the point where he wished he could be a part of it.

Your father was the calmest man he had ever met. At first, due to his rough exterior, it scared him. Until he saw him laughing and Shoto couldn't help but laugh with him.

Your brother however was a nightmare for a while, ready to kill Shoto in an instant if he dared to harm you. Thank God Shoto got off on the right foot with him, after a good two weeks, your brother deduced that he was in the clear.

He hasn't invited you to meet his family yet, well, not really. You had met his sibling a few time, Fuyumi and Natsuo, but you hadn't met his mother or his father... And he probably should have thought about this sooner, he's just not sure how to go about it.

Why did his father seem to ruin everything?

Slowly, Shoto started walking to the door when the train started stopping, Aizawa following him. Not a lot of people were in the train car thankfully, as felt almost lightheaded when he got off, knowing that he'd have to face you in a few moments.

Shoto still couldn't get his mind off of all of this, he couldn't think about you for some reason without sweating and following up his thought with his father.

If his father were still annoying enough to choose someone for Shoto like he said he would in the past, he'd probably choose someone like Momo. A rich ass Asian that made his rich ass family look so poor that it was ridiculous. Momo, always calm, smart, and a strong quirk to back her up. Momo, in his father's eyes, would be a logical choice for dating let alone marriage.

But that's what angered him so much.

Shoto could care less about Momo or his father, so why was he always thinking about what his father would think? About every single situation, he was thinking about what his father would see as good or bad.

He was absolutely livid by it.

Shoto huffed, walking out of the station to the general area of where he was heading to, your house. He was a man on a mission and for some reason, he was going to follow this through like the dumb ass he was.

I mean, he would have to, he bought the ring off of that stupid card his dad mindlessly carried in his wallet. Hopefully it would ruin his dad's credit.

Maybe he should steal one of Bakugou's romance novels, that way he could figure out what to do in this situation that wouldn't place him in jail for harassment or attempted murder.

Aizawa squinted at the back of Shoto's head as they continued to speed walk, trying to figure out what it was that was bothering is student. Another problem child, and one that he hadn't quite figured out yet.

Shoto was practically sprinting, almost making the strangers and citizens around him uncomfortable. He was always stoic and calm, but this week had been a rather difficult one.

Was he actually going to marry you? Technically he couldn't legally since he knew his father wouldn't allow it and since he was still a minor, he would have to wait until he was older.

He was going to make you his fiance though. Possibly. There was no real way to determine whether or not you would say yes. Were you as delusional as him that you would say yes to a proposal?

He would just take you to meet his siblings tonight, how hard would that be? They had invited him to dinner tonight and it would be a surprise for everyone. He didn't need to bother you with that tonight.

You almost remind him of a rose. A rose can harm him if he touches it too roughly because it has thorns, but at the same time, if he's not gentle enough, the rose will wither or he'll break it.

He doesn't want to be the one to leave you hurt and in pain, but if he pretends to love you, won't that also hurt you? What in the world is he supposed to do?

Before Shoto knows it, he's walking up to your family's house. If you weren't there, you were probably still at school or at the skate park since you didn't work today.

"I'll wait out here." Aizawa spoke after a moment, the duo standing in front of the small house.

Why is he so nervous to walk up the steps and knock on the door? Is it because of what he's been thinking or because he's about to touch the rose that might harm him or die on him?

"Right." Shoto quietly replied with, taking a few steps forward before stopping at the door.

Shoto felt like he might die from nervousness, despite this thought he knocked on the door anyway. Waiting for a few seconds before he thought about running away seemed to pay off, being welcomed in by the face of his girlfriend.

"Don't touch the dress!- Oh, Hi Shoto! I didn't know you were coming." You smiled, opening the door and allowing him to enter before yelling at your older brother again. "Don't touch it! I'm almost done making it so stooppp!"

Only for him to laugh, but oblige and scoot away from the dress.

Shoto stood still in the doorway for a moment, turning back to see that Aizawa had occupied himself with his phone already. Shoto only planned to be here for a moment, the three really heading to his families house after.

Still, something about this was strangely foreign to him, knowing that he was somehow hiding his privately idiotic mistake to everyone around him even though it should have been dealt with before he entered society again.

"Hey, who's that man outside?" You asked, turning around to look at Shoto again as he closed the door.

"Just my teacher-"

"So how's UA going?"

Shoto smiled a little bit, your brother having waved at him with his beaming grin like always.

"Good, hero training is always hard of course." Shoto replied before sitting down next to you. "But I think I'll get the hang of it soon."

"I'm sure you will." You chuckled, finishing the sewing needed to keep the ribbon on the dress.

It was a beautiful dress, one that would fit you or any other woman perfectly, Shoto almost forgot that you liked to make clothes, It seemed to be more of a hobby than a career though, even with the talent you had.

"Can I ask you a question?" Shoto mumbled, watching your hands hold the dress as you sewed a small gem on it.

He kinda wishes you would hold him like that.

... Wait, what? Was that a good thing to think about?

Probably not.

Shoto was almost sweating at how nervous he was, there was no way he was going to break up with you in this house, but there was no way he was going to propose to you here either. Especially while your brother was here.

What question did Kaminari say was good for relationships?

'Would you love me if I was a worm', right?

... What type of question was that?

"Sure, what is it?" You start, biting on the needle to finish something before placing your sewing kit and needle off to the side. "I'm all-"

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Your brother practically screamed, looking at his phone before walking towards you in a haste.

"Keiko Kitagawa is pregnant!"

"... Who again?" You question, tilting your head to the side as he gets his shoes on. Clearly you weren't familiar with the celebrity and neither was Shoto.

"The actress, stupid! I can't believe she's pregnant, now she's gonna stay with freaking Daigo forever!" Was all he could yell out.

Before he almost collapsed on the carpet and cried.

"What?" You deadpanned. "Don't act like a freak! She don't even know you like that-"

"Just imagine being hoodwinked by a man who sings for a band that hasn't been acknowledged for over thirty years, that's literally her husband!" Your brother growled, biting his phone case in anger.

Chaos. You two were absolute chaos. Sibling chaos that Shoto wasn't used to.

Maybe if Touya was still alive, he would be that way with him.

"Would you like to come on a dinner date with me?" Shoto suddenly blurted out. He was profusely sweating already, especially when you and your brother were quiet.

"... Really? Sure! when would we be going?" You grinned, moving the dress to the side.

"Uh, well... Right now." Shoto replies, trying his best to keep his breathing to a minimum. His heart was beating way too fast and he didn't like it.

"Right now? Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

You were surprised indeed, it was usually you who initiated dates and hangouts with him. In fact, you were almost too stunned to speak. You look towards your brother but you can already tell that he's still traumatized with his celebrity crush.

"Don't care, just bring her back at nine." He simply waved off, walking into the living room as he continued to look at his phone.

"Okay." Shoto mumbled, raising an eyebrow at the brother that was acting just a bit too depressed for something this dumb.

"I'm not dressed for anything nice though." You commented, fumbling with the collar of your t-shirt.

"Doesn't matter." Shoto simply replied, looking at your attire. You actually looked nice, regular jeans with a white strawberry shirt.

"Yes it does, I can't have you looking prettier than me."

He just sighed, though he had a soft smile. Allowing you to quickly run into your room to get ready, he found himself thinking that it was... Nice when you said that.

He liked hearing you call him pretty.

You come back about a minute later, a colorful sundress and a white dress jacket to put over.

He mostly didn't care, especially since he was just in a pair of jeans and a white. He did also have a plain, black button down shirt over, but how did that make him look any more ready for a date than you?

You looked very pretty too.

"Bye!" You yell towards your brother, him giving a small wave in response before the two lovebirds exited the house.

You were immediately met with the older sleep deprived man you had seen earlier, staring at him for a moment before turning to Shoto.

"I can't leave UA without someone." He shrugged.

"Ah... Hi sir."

The man nodded his head towards you, acknowledging your presence before stepping out of the way for the two of you to head out.

Shoto took your hand in his, walking down the stairs and leading the way for the now trio to head over to his house.

"Now that you're surprising me," You started, taking deliberate steps to slow his fast paced walk a little more. "Is it okay if I ask you a question this time?"

"Yes, what is it?" Shoto asked, turning his head to look at you only to be met with a strange expression.

A calm one, but one of slight concern. Why?

"You okay? I'm not asking if you're sick or anything, but are you feeling alright?"

He liked when you asked if he was okay... Now that he thinks about it, he likes a lot of things that you do around him.

"I'm fine."

"Don't mean to pry, it just seems like you're stressed is all." You sheepishly added.

"I just wanted to surprise you... You're always doing that for me anyway." He started, lightly rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. It calmed him, he didn't know whether or not you liked it, it was a small way of showing affection. "So I thought I would do it for you this time."

"... That's sweet, thank you."

Aizawa silently rolled his eyes at the teenage romance, though made no comment. It's just that, if he had known that this kid would be picking up their girlfriend, let alone had one, he would have forfeited taking Shoto around to All Might.

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"Why is it so Japanese?!" You whisper yelled as you stood in front of his house.

Aizawa just shrugging his shoulders alongside your surprised face, showing no care whatsoever.

"The interior is also made that way because it's more comfort-."

"I'm not ready for this!" You squeak out.

Shoto just stared at you trying to calm yourself down, figuring out rather quickly that you didn't want to know just how Japanese it was. He had to refrain from laughing, he didn't think this would make you so nervous.

"You look okay, I'm sure you're ready. Plus, you've met my siblings before."

"I would have dressed in something more formal than this if I knew we would be visiting your house!"

"Don't worry." He chuckled out, placing his hand on top of your shoulder in a side hug. "It's just my siblings today, and plus, they don't know that you're coming either so it's a surprise for everyone."

"Alright... Alright... I can do this, it's all good." You whispered again, taking a quick breath before groaning.

"Are you sure you don't wanna come in Mr. Aizawa?" Shoto offered again, asking that same question for the third time now. "My family wouldn't mind."

"I'm good, this is personal time for you." Aizawa nodded, staying behind.

Shoto finally opened the door, already hearing the chatter of his sister and her silent yelling at Natsuo to behave.

"Shoto, is that you?" Fuyumi asks, opening the sliding door that was inside before stopping in surprise at the guest.

"Yes... I brought a guest with me." He barely spoke out, his voice sounding foreign to him. He must have been nervous as well.

"That's lovely! The table will feel a lot fuller now, it's so great to see you again!" Fuyumi greets herself, hardly able to contain her excitement about it.

Fuyumi knew damn well who you were, after all, she also visited mother and it's not like her mother kept secrets from her family.

"It's nice to see you again too, Fuyumi." You reply, lightly taking her hand and giggling at her puppy dog eyes. Fuyumi liked guests, most company in general, so Shoto's happy that both of you seem to like each other.

"Come on inside!" Fuyumi waves, allowing you and Shoto to fully enter the house. "Natsuo, we have a guest!"

Fuyumi opens the dining room, not finding Natsuo and deciding that she should retreat to the kitchen.

"... It'll be just a moment." Fuyumi sighed, quickly speeding off.

For a few seconds it was just Shoto and you, standing in the somewhat closed off but endearing dining room.

"A guest?! One other than Shoto?!" Another voice shouted through the house.

"Yeah! I wouldn't be calling Shoto a guest, would I?"

"Don't get sarcastic with me!"

"Just be nice to her would you?!"

Shoto chuckled, leading you to the table to sit down next to him.

This seemed to be turning out good for now, maybe he didn't have to worry about anything. He didn't have to worry about his father, he didn't have to worry about the ring.

He knew that he was just being hyper about it, so he'll return the ring later. Yeah, that's the right thing to do.

"Whatever... Wait, her?" Natsuo yells out, questioning his sister before entering the room and seeing you. "Oh! His girlfriend!"

If he was a girl he would have squealed from how cute you were sitting next to his little brother. But he wasn't, so instead he decided to just smile and wave.

"Hi."

"Hi." You smiled at him, watching as he did a complete one eighty towards the kitchen as well.

"I'll be right back." Shoto starts, standing up before you lightly tapped on the back of his leg.

"Do you want me to help?"

"No, thank you." Shoto replied, not being able to keep away a small smile from you because of how cute you were.

He walked into the kitchen to help serve the table, but instead he was quietly bombarded by his two siblings.

"She's so cute! I almost forgot you were dating her since you don't ever tell us all that much about her!" Fuyumi whisper yells, quickly hugging onto Shoto before Natsuo pushes her away to state something else.

"Even I can tell that she's a keeper, also, have you been sleeping with her by any chance?"

"... No... Why?" Shoto mumbled, embarrassment shooting up his face and making him slightly flustered.

"Good, you haven't done it yet. I can give you some tips if you want, I'm pretty good at getting people laid." Natsuo starts, ruffling Shoto's hair before Shoto smacks his hand away.

"No, gross." Shoto rolled his eyes, now helping Fuyumi and Natsuo with the food that she made to bring onto the dining table.

As the three of them helped set the table, there was somewhat of a playful attitude that started brewing in the atmosphere. You also helped and that in turn got a lot of thankfulness from Fuyumi and teasing from Natsuo.

It was strange, you would assume that it would be a little more uncomfortable here since you were around.

"So... You like jazz?" Natsuo started, winking at you.

"Natsuo, don't be pushy! Or inappropriate!" Fuyumi scolds, hitting her elbow into his side. He only let out a grunt in response but didn't let up on what he thought was him being welcoming.

"What?! I was being serious, I want to know more about you if you're my brother's girlfriend."

"Yes, I do like jazz." You reply with a chuckle.

"Do you like anything else in particular?" Fuyumi jumped in, suddenly getting more curious. Natsuo of course, sees that as an opportunity to pull her down with him.

"Hah! Who's all pushy now!?" Natsuo quipped.

"Oh! Would you stop it?!" Fuyumi glared back. "You're making a very bad first impression!"

"Me making a lousy first impression!? Since when? My presence alone is welcoming."

Shoto found himself laughing just as much as you, not just from his siblings antics but from the different topics of conversation they passed along the dinner table. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing at first, however he liked the way that you interacted with them.

Even though he could tell throughout the night that you were a bit stiff with how you talked and acted, you eventually loosened up and it seemed that your charisma just came back naturally.

Until a problem occurred.

Of course a problem like this had to happen now. And now he's found himself worried all over again. That stubborn, stupid, annoying, absolutely anger inducing problem that he didn't need.

Immediately the dining room went quiet, surprising you as the trio of siblings listened. They looked like a group of meerkats, looking for a predator that they heard.

That's also when you realized that if they hadn't stopped talking, they wouldn't have heard the door of the house unlock.

"You told me he would be working the whole night." Shoto calmly stated, listening as he heard the door of the house now open.

"I thought he wouldn't be here, he didn't say anything to us about it."

"Damn he's gonna be all fatherly now, how riveting." Natsuo chuckled, though to you it sounded almost bitter. At the very least, spiteful.

"Natsuo!" Fuyumi scolded him again, lightly smacking his arm despite him not responding.

As calm as Shoto was acting, he was internally in fear of his mental sanity and the possibility of dying on the spot from stress. But he knew he needed to be calm, at the very least for your sake.

You didn't know how his Dad was, so you would assume he was like every father. After all, you had a good one, a practically perfect one compared to his.

"Hey dad, do you want me to set up a new place for you on the table?" Fuyumi questioned, standing up and watching her dad take off his shoes before walking away.

"Sure, I just have to wash up."

Damn.

His voice was deep, and not only that, it sounded hoarse. Probably from how much he may or may not have been yelling from his job.

For now, reaching out to touch Shoto's hand with your own from under the table would have to do in order to calm yourself down.

Shoto thought it was sweet, but he didn't really have much time to reminisce about you when he had to figure out how he was gonna explain all of this. He didn't tell his father he would be bringing you, there were a lot more things he didn't mention.

Like that freaking ring.

Before he even knew it, there was his father, barely registering that you were even there until he sat down. When he did notice you, he wasn't sure how to react, although he wasn't even really surprised.

That was a lie, he was completely surprised. His entire face was one of shock, despite him looking unbothered. You couldn't tell, but the three siblings could.

"... Evening." Enji greeted, blinking a few times as if you'd disappear the next time he opened his eyes.

He did figure that at some point his son would bring you home, he just didn't think it'd be today. As he recalled it, Shoto had told him that ' he wouldn't mind marrying her it would make him shut the hell up'.

"... Good evening..." You responded with a small smile, disregarding the fact that you felt like you were about to throw up.

"So... You are the girlfriend?" Enji starts, raising an eyebrow in your direction and then looking at Shoto.

"Yes sir." You nodded your head.

"Well... I guess we should talk about some things then."

You silently swallowed, looked at Shoto before realizing that him and his father were communicating with their facial expressions. Shoto wasn't having it, it was like he was threatening his that he would leave soon if he didn't stop about this.

"About what?" You question, tilting your head a little bit at the staring contest the two were having.

"A talk that's been long overdue about this relationship you have with my son."

Natsuo cringed, and though Fuyumi didn't make any facial expressions, she sure wasn't hungry anymore.

You were scared and Shoto was about to lose his shit. Mostly this was still due to the fact that his father still didn't know that he bought that engagement ring, but it also had to do with how annoyingly rude and blunt his father could be.

Even after three months, he didn't find out about the ring yet. Not that you needed to know either, at least not now. It's his father's fault for not checking his money.

"As far as I'm concerned, the conversation doesn't need to happen now, or ever." Shoto butted in with a calm tone, intensely glaring at his father with an unreadable expression.

"Yes it does Shoto, it was going to happen sooner or later and if it happened later than now, there would be a chance that you would actually stay with her."

... Ouch... That hurt... Like a lot.

Shoto was practically seething, his stare becoming that much harsher at that statement alone.

"I'm sure you know my son's going to UA."

"Yes sir, a school for heroes." You nod, staring at your lap before looking at him. Your stomach hurt, you almost felt like you were on your period.

"With that being said, I just don't think that this relationship is even reasonable to begin with." He added on, looking at you with a straight face.

The only reason Natsuo was still here was because of this specific conversation. He was just waiting for Shoto to freak out and yell at him.

"... Because I'm poor?" You slowly questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"... Uh, no that's not it," Enji sighed. "It's just that there's a lot of stress when you're training to be a professional."

"Right... So does it have anything to do with me being quirkless?"

Now Natsuo was more interested, leaning further into the table. Fuyumi was as well but she was able to hide it a bit better.

"No-"

"Well that's gotta be part of it, isn't it?" Shoto muttered, sounding as sarcastic as ever.

"Shoto, don't start-"

"Don't start what? You've started it."

"What's your reason for staying with her?"

"Because I can, I don't have to give you a reason."

"That's what I'm trying to say." Enji comments, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "See... I wasn't the best father when my kids were growing up... That's an understatement, I was a terrible father."

Now you're not sure if you feel uncomfortable, or relieved that Enji is trying to actively explain his thought process.

It seemed like he was trying to fix something.

"So, unfortunately my son likes to do things that I disapprove of. All I'm hoping is that Shoto isn't dating you just because he knows I don't like the prospect-"

"That's enough." Was all Shoto said as he stood up. If he stayed any longer, he would burn the dining table down from stress.

"Shoto, do you really see yourself with this girl in the future?"

Ouch... That hurt, like a lot. Again.

"Whether I do or not is none of your business!"

"Shoto." You mumbled, taking his hand to try and calm him down, though it only seemed to fuel his anger further towards the man in front of him that he was forced to call his dad.

"I am not trying to control you, but you have to think for once about this." Enji continued, clearly irritated but refusing to raise his voice at the boy.

"What am I supposed to be thinking about?"

"The fact that it's not a good idea to mess with someone's feelings because you're mad at me."

"I wasn't even mad at you until you brought this up!"

"If you're willing to interfere in someone's life because of me, then you should reconsider how you feel about that person."

"This doesn't have anything to do with you! I'll be with her because I want to be!"

Enji closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

"So it has nothing to do with me then?"

"No." Shoto grumbled, looking down at his feet. "Not everything revolves around you."

"As I recall-"

"I don't care what you recall! I'll do what I want and marry whoever the hell I want!"

Marry?

How cute, he misspoke and accidentally said he'd marry you...

Wait.

Natsuo choked on his water, practically dying of laughter. Fuyumi didn't even catch the slip up, she was just silently begging that this argument would stop.

"... Marry?" Enji probed, giving him a quick side eye.

Shit, shit! What did he say?!

Yet again he's said that same word, something wasn't adding up to Enji and he didn't like that.

Even you were looking up at him, finding it rather strange since Shoto wasn't one to say things by accident. He was always very deliberate in his speech just to make sure he said the right thing.

Not to deny that it was cute, it just seemed off.

"... I meant date... But that doesn't matter, you're not getting the point anyway."

He was trying to disregard the whole thing now. Enji just groaned, his head falling in his hands from exhaustion before he stared at his untouched food.

Shoto found himself also sighing, but he wasn't angry anymore. He released whatever tension he was feeling, and now he just wanted to leave.

"Let's go, I need to head back to my dorm-"

"... Is that why your teacher's outside my house?" Enji deadpanned, debating now if he should invite Aizawa in just to keep Shoto here.

"Yeah."

"Shoto, are you sure you don't wanna stay?" You questioned. It was as if you were urging him to stay, even if you weren't saying it.

"I gotta take you home too."

"Shoto, it's only seven forty." Fuyumi called out. "You can stay longer, can't you?"

Shoto didn't respond to Fuyumi, silently leaving the dining room without looking back at anyone else.

"... Sorry, for me leaving so fast," You smiled, though it was a much more nervous one. "But I can't wait to see you guys again!"

"Sure thing!" Natsuo grinned, giving you a thumbs up, Fuyumi simply waved, though she unfortunately looked more weary about the departure.

"Have a good night Mr. Todoroki."

Enji simply nodded, watching as you also exited the dining room. As the room became quiet again, Natsuo took one last bite of his food before standing up.

"Alright, well I think I'm going to bed."

"Natsuo-"

"Sis, just take a break would you?" Natsuo chuckled, gently patting her head. "You're always stressing yourself out, you should even sleep in tomorrow. Plus, we'll see her again, Shoto's stubborn after all."

Fuyumi rolled her eyes, but she obliged. If anything, Shoto would continue to date you just to piss his dad off even more.

She just hoped the next time they had dinner, the end of it wouldn't be so abrupt.

"Good dinner?" Aizawa spoke, putting his phone away when he saw the two exit the house. You nodded, but neither you or Shoto said anything.

Which led Aizawa to think that it wasn't all that good. Good thing he wasn't there.

You found yourself silently following Shoto, your eyebrows furrowed together in thought.

Shoto didn't even want to acknowledge what happened, he wanted to go to bed and completely ignore all of this. All of his stupid decisions that led to this moment.

"Shoto."

"Hmm?" He hummed, showing disinterest as the couple walked behind Aizawa.

"You're not telling me everything." You blurted out. "You haven't for a while, tonight just proved that."

Aizawa felt like crawling in a whole and dying right now, he had no intention to eavesdrop either. He wasn't a fan of drama like that, but it's not like he could tune them out when he was walking right next to them.

"Please, not now." Shoto muttered, looking down at his feet.

"Then when? Cause it seems like you keep pushing this off."

"Pushing what off?"

"Everything." You groaned. "About you, your life, family, everything. Is it because you don't trust me-"

"No, that's not it at all." Shoto interrupted, startling you a bit. He looked annoyed, as if you even bringing up distrust frustrated him. But why else would he be this secretive.

"Then why?"

No response, which in turn angered you further.

"You scared of something?"

"... No."

"You know everything about me, this relationship thing is called being vulnerable y'know?"

"... Heroes aren't supposed to be vulnerable."

"You're not a hero yet, you're too young to pretend like you don't care about life."

No response again, Shoto just looked down at his feet. Though you couldn't see his face anymore as he walked forward, you could tell that this was bothering him.

This was your first argument with him, but you weren't going to back down this time. Not again, it was too late for that.

He knew everything about you and your family, even the sad and terrible stuff. How your mother had run off because she felt like she could find more than what her father could give. How she had basically destroyed her family because she bore a quirkless child.

She had you, that's why she left. Despite that, you knew just by Shoto's face that he had gone through worse.

Yet here you are, falling in love with a boy that you didn't even know anything about.

All you knew was that there was a mom in a hospital, a pro hero dad, two siblings and a son destined to take the mantle of his father.

He still has yet to even tell you about the scar on his left side.

"Would you just talk to me!?" You finally yelled, glaring at him.

"... Do you love me?"

You stared at him for a moment, blinking as he finally turned around to look at you.

"... What?"

Aizawa looked between you and Shoto, something akin to worry or anxiety building up. At this moment, Aizawa decided that he wasn't going to stay any longer, he needed to leave you two for whatever personal issues you had.

"I'm sorry." Shoto sighed, not daring to look at you right now. He felt ashamed and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"Uh... I'm gonna keep walking." Aizawa mumbled, pointing behind him. "When you two are done talking, catch up... Or whatever."

You replied to Aizawa with a simple nod, though your gaze was unwavering. You were confused to say the least, you didn't understand why Shoto felt like he had to look away from you.

You just wanted to know more, you wanted him to trust you.

"... Sorry about what?"

"I'm scared because I think my old man's right. I'm not sure if I'm dating you because I love you or if I just hate him so much."

For some reason, watching him look down at the ground, almost as if he was formally apologizing to you made your heart hurt.

"What do you mean?" You reply, trying to take his hand only for him to move away.

"I bought an engagement ring for you off of my father's credit card."

"... What?!"

"I did it because I wanted to prove to him that I will do what I want without his approval." He states, briefly looking up at you before looking back down. He was definitely ashamed.

"But, I'm worried because I didn't do it... For you... I did it in spite of him... I think he was right."

He took the stupid small white box out of his pocket and handed it to you. It was most definitely not a proper proposal but Shoto had no intention of proposing to you this way.

This was a declaration, that he was scared, that he wanted your help. That he wanted this relationship to be about you and him.

Not his father.

"I hate my father, so much." He started, finally looking at you and showing you how broken he was.

He was crying.

"I don't want to hate him, I want to forgive him... I want to love you, I think I love you. But I can't bear to just use you to make my father mad and then leave you."

"Do you want to leave me?" You ask, wanting to give him some sort of comfort, whether it be a hug or a kiss or something.

"No! But... I don't... I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to end up like him."

That was the real issue wasn't it?

Shoto wasn't angry at his father for disapproving of you, he didn't trust that he wouldn't end up like him.

He blames everything on his father, his mother being in the hospital, his scar, his quirk, his brother's death. But he doesn't want to end up like him, he never wants that to happen.

He doesn't want to have a child that blames everything on him because he wasn't a good enough dad.

He doesn't want you to end up like his mother because he couldn't control his anger or greed.

"Please... I... I don't know what to do." Shoto mumbled. "I can't-"

Without another word from you, you hugged him. Your embrace was comforting, it was tight, but somehow it made his heart yearn for you that much more.

He hoped that maybe, there was some sliver of a chance that this was actually love.

His mother says this is love, but he's still not sure. It wasn't like his parents love, the love that wasn't love at all. Only shown as love to cover up the convenience and the money.

Maybe it was its own love... His own love? He prays it is, because he doesn't want to leave you.

"I'm sorry." He cried into your shoulder, trying to stop himself from fully breaking down. How in the world was he going to keep you if he was like this?

"It's okay, cry as much as you need to."

And he cried, though it wasn't long. It was enough that he could feel some relief, enough that he didn't feel the need to cry anymore.

"I'm... Sorry, I don't know what to do."

"It's okay, I think that you'll be a great man someday, okay?" You remark, cupping his face to wipe his tears away. "So just try your hardest to keep on and I think you'll be okay, we're all only human after all."

He forgot, you were one to forgive everyone. You still put healthy boundaries around you but you would be the type of person to forgive his father because he was only human.

Not negating what he did, but you wouldn't torture his conscious by holding his past over his head.

You rubbed his back a little bit before letting him go, he also forgot how comforting you could be. It was silence for a moment after, but something about it seemed to match both Shoto and you.

Then in that moment, you tried to be serious, but instead you laughed like an idiot and Shoto found himself wide eyed.

"I can't believe you bought this off of your dad's credit card!"

It wasn't that big of a deal... Well it was, but he wasn't going to die over it.

"Here." You start, handing him the box only for him to push it back you.

"I may have bought it because of my dad... But I bought it for you." He replied, wanting you to keep it as he wiped his face again. "I'm not saying that I'm ready for anything like marriage yet... But I would like you to keep it for now."

"Okay sir." You chuckled, taking a hold of his hand slowly continuing your walk with him.

"... Y'know, It's so quiet in your neighborhood."

"Yeah... It is, almost no one is around."

"Hey, can you promise me something?" You asked Shoto, turning in his direction and looking at him with a soft smile.

"What is it?" He looked in your eyes and for some reason, he feels warm.

"If you do lose feelings for me, please tell me, that way I know."

"Wouldn't that hurt you?" He mumbled.

"Yes, but it would hurt less than you lying to me." Was all you said as you looked up into the sky.

"... Alright, I promise."

"If you don't lose feelings for me, then maybe you can marry me with the ring."

"Sure." He blushed almost immediately, turning his head to look away from you.

"At least it's a nice box."

"You just like the box?" Shoto chuckled as you held the box above your head.

"Yeah, I haven't opened it yet... Can I?"

"Yeah."

You slowly open the box, as if there would be a spider in it before you fully see it.

It was a pretty ring, a small, dark blue gemstone right in the middle of it. It was the shape of a circle and you could see the small crystal placements on the band around the blue gem.

"It's beautiful... How much did it cost?"

"About a quarter of a million."

"WHAT?!"

Shoto sighed, looking ahead of him and catching his eyes on Aizawa who had preoccupied himself with an alleycat.

"You gotta give it back while you still have time to do so!" You wheezed on, continuing to blurt out a bunch of sentences about how it was too expensive and that it would ruin has dad's credit. That and Shoto would probably get in trouble.

Well, good. Shoto wanted it to ruin his credit.

"No... I want you to have it, even if I don't marry you."

"I can't possibly keep-"

"Please... Please keep it." Shoto blurted, still holding your hand.

Unfortunately looking at you with the cutest expression in the history of forever. I mean, how could you say no to the poor baby?

"... Fine."

"Alright."

"..."

"..."

"Hey... I think I love you."

"... I love you too Shoto."

──── •✧• ────

"Oh my God."

Silence had been swept across the Todoroki household for quite some time now, the sun already retired as most other people had.

However, Fuyumi and Natsuo hadn't retired, let alone gotten ready for the night.

"Oh my God!" Fuyumi gasped again, both of her hands against the side of her head in worry.

"Yep." Natsuo sighed. "I didn't think he was actually that stupid."

Him and Fuyumi stared at the computer screen, the receipt of a rather expensive engagement ring thrown directly in their faces.

"Mom's ring isn't even that expensive!" Fuyumi groaned as she sat down in the office chair. "What're we supposed to do?!"

"We? Oh no, no, no. I am not doing anything." Natsuo chuckled, still staring at the computer.

"What do you mean?! We have to return that ring before dad finds-"

"Shh, think about this." Natsuo stops, squatting down to look at his older sister. "I told you that a saw this like two months ago, right?"

"Yes." Fuyumi mutters.

"Right, my computer wouldn't connect to the printer for some reason, so I used dads. However, when I saw this, I totally thought that whatever was bought was from dad."

"... Yeah?"

"It's on his credit card, don't you think he'll see it eventually-"

"Sure, but wouldn't it be better if we just fixed it before he found out?" Fuyumi scoffed.

"Found out what?"

Natsuo choked on his own saliva, turning to the computer screen in a feeble attempt to remove what was on it. Fuyumi started rambling, trying her best to distract her father whose eyes were now set on them.

"What's going on?" Enji muttered, walking past Fuyumi before lightly smacking Natsuo's hand away from the keyboard.

"I was... Well, we, um... Hah!"

"What she means to say is we were looking at receipts for something she needed to return at the mall, you know the one near your agency?"

Both Fuyumi and Natsuo stood together, Fuyumi cringing as soon as she saw the bank home screen.

"Why did you even lie? He can look through the history." Fuyumi whispered.

"... I don't know." Natsuo mumbled back.

"..."

"..."

"... Why don't we run-"

"Yep!" Fuyumi shuttered, immediately leaving the room with Natsuo hot on her tail.

And yet, despite their efforts to leave the man that would no doubt become wrathful soon, anyone could hear his rage from a mile away.

"SHOOTOO!!!"

[smashley351]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39378282?view_adult=true

“Quirk Population Program” by thesoravee

Quirkless Reader enters a government program to be assigned a quirk having spouse. She’s stunned when her match is, her childhood crush, Aizawa.

NSFW. One shot. Extremely sweet.

[isabeauwolf]

Dr Chisaki & Monsterhaul x fem reader (Jekyll & Hyde AU)

Part 1: Dark Hunger

Kai Chisaki, try as he might. Bury himself in paperwork and work, his endless experiments and goal to bring back the Shie Hassaikai, The Yakuza from the brink of extinction. Yes, oh yes, it's insane, crazy.

Wanting to cure the world of this unnatural and inhuman imbalance of power, what wasn't no longer considered normal.

Throwing away his past, his human name and becoming a Villain, using his god-level quirk and cursed body and the rest of his life to dirty his hands, becoming Overhaul.

A "Demon with no heart."

A man to be feared, rightfully so.

As much as Kai himself glares, sneers and looks his nose down at others, quirk users and Heroes, fellow Villains as unsightly, dirty, diseased, flee-bitten, infected and contagious, disgusting, filthy creatures. Parasites. Rats. Contaminated.

There was one.

One lone woman, the Mob Boss wanted.

You.

A quirkless, woman, a female.

No matter how godly Kai Chisaki, Overhaul thinks of himself, the true savior of mankind. He's still a man, a man with desires, needs, carnal and sinful, impure thoughts swimming in his head of you. You completely naked and bare before him.

Wanting him as badly as he wanted you.

Kai Chisaki is many things. A Villain, a killer, a monster, but for you?

He wants to take things slow, earn your love and affection. Make you only have eyes for him. He wanted to court you, pursue you. Lavish you in riches and silks, furs, anything you desire.

He holds off.

Locking his desires, his secret pleasures of watching you from afar. Telling himself he can't have you yet. Not until he's grown his power, influence, wealth and cured the streets of these false Heroes. His enemies, fellow Villains, anyone who stands in his way, ruin his plans, his goal, his future with you. Telling himself that he's going all of this for you, for both of you.

Little did he know, that by locking away the remaining fragments of his human heart left behind in the darkness; it would become his undoing.

Awakening and feeding his inner beast, his inner monster. The darker, animalistic, hungry, lustful, depraved and greedy, black hearted, twisted version of himself.

Monsterhaul.

The beast slept, deep inside of Kai Chisaki. Knew that one day, his weaker human half would someday need him. Until then the birdlike beast remained in slumber, sneaking a peak at you whenever Kai saw you, he'd inwardly purr in content. The need to feel you in his arms grew and grew, the bitter jealousy and rage the monster felt whenever any male dares wonder too close to you, their chosen mate and female, their perfect pretty one.

---- 1 year ago ----

Overhaul walked along the sidewalk, heading towards his destination when he heard commotion up ahead. A man cursing and a woman's cry for help. He didn't know what caused him to turn down the mouth of the alleyway to his right, but he did. He wasn't surprised when he saw a taller and larger man cornering a woman for money or other disgusting and unsavorily pleasure, he didn't care.

A flash of annoyance crossed his blank expression, taking off his white glove, reaching out and unleashing his quirk on the brick wall, bricks crack and crumbled, nearly exploding and causing the man hovering over you to jump in fright and back away. "Care to explain why you are in my territory?" Overhaul clicks his tongue, narrowing his gaze and tapping his foot in impatience as the other man's mouth fell open, recognition and fear replacing any form of curse about to leave his mouth. "Speak up or get out of my sight." He scoffed, jerking his head to the side. "If I catch you again well, I'm sure you can imagine what will happened, don't you?" The man in a plague mask makes a mental note of the sniveling cowards face and features to have his men track him later.

The man nodded his head dumbly and ran past the gang leader.

You had crouched down to your knees and covered your head, remaining stock-still instead of running away. Why didn't you run? Or use your quirk to defend yourself?

Overhaul sighed, fixing the damage he had done before turning his attention onto you. "The pest is gone." He spoke calmly, backing away to give you space as you tilted your head back and met his eyes.

Your tear-filled gems met his golden hues. "Thank you for saving me." You muttered sheepishly, swallowing and slowly rising onto your feet.

Overhaul tilted his head, assessing you with his calculated gaze. "Think nothing of it." He nodded his head, reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket and offering you, his handkerchief. "Here."

You took the offer piece of cloth and used to wipe away your tears.

"Keep it." He replied before you could offer it back, his gaze shifting down to the now ruined and dirty handkerchief.

"Thank you again." You whisper, sniffing, folding it with care and placing it into your purse. You can only make out his silhouette and taller frame towered over you, shadow covering the lower half of his face and blending into the darkness; all except for his eyes. His pupils were small and bright, twin pools of liquid amber hues sparkled like gold; sharp, fierce and assessing you, studying you. Predatory and cautious, seeing if you were harmless or a threat.

It was odd.

People usually ignoring you and yet, here this man was staring you down as if you were a wild animal, a tiger.

You cleared your throat. "Do you live around here?" You ask, choosing to strike up a conversation and be polite as you dusted yourself off of imaginary dust from your new sundress. "I've lived here all my life, and I think I'd recognize pretty eyes like yours." Your eyes widened, covering you mouth and blushing. Whoops, there you go again running your mouth. You did not mean to say that ridiculous and cheesy line out loud. Great, this man will think I'm some shameless woman who flirts with all her saviors! Great, just great.

The man's half-lidded gaze widened a tad. Tilting his head as if you had grown two heads? "Are you serious?" He couldn't tell if you comment was genuine or if you were mocking him?

You lowered your hand, offering a sheepish smile as you shook your head. "Yes?" You answer honest and unsure at the same time. "Should I?"

Overhaul shook his head, backing further out of the alleyway and allowing you room to step forward. His face and the rest of him coming into full view as the sun began to fully set over the horizon and giving his body an orange and otherworldly glow.

The man had short alburn hair, a golden and magenta birdlike plague mask covering the lower half of his face. It appeared to be made out of leather and metal. And had air hole for air filters? If you had to guess. Well, it wouldn't be right to be overly judgmental of your savior. Your eyes scanned the rest of him, he wore a black button-down shirt and matching slacks, white tie, gloves and tennis shoes, an olive-green bombers jacket with a purple fur lined collar. Your savior had pretty eyes and dressed nicely.

Your gaze met his again, a chill ran down your spine. Your heart stuttering, breath stilling and your skin tingling, goosebumps prickling along your skin and spreading. A cool breeze blew your braided hair and white sundress with purple and green flowers swayed as your hands shifted to the front of your dress. You didn't need to flash this handsome looking stranger your panties. You didn't think you'd ever live it down!

You felt the strap of your purse fall, resulting in your bag slipping and nearly fell, if your savior hadn't quickly reached out and caught it. "Are you just going to stand there all day?" He muttered, his tone flat and bored, staring down at your purse. "What the hell do you have in here, rocks?" His thin brows furrowed, holding your purse with two gloved fingers as if it was a bomb about to go off.

Oh. Of course, he had more important things to do! "Sorry, sorry." You apologized again as you hurried moved your feet and slowly slid past him without touching him as you thanked him again and grabbed your purse. "I.. uhhh... had to get supplies on the way home." You admitted, watching as his brow rose higher.

Overhaul inwardly sighed and stopped himself from rolling his eyes. "Yes, yes, now run along." He waved a glove hand, watching as you gave him another small and polite smile and continued walking forward in the same direction he'd been going.

Where you two going in the same direction?

It didn't matter. He'd probably never see you again. Wait? You said you lived here all your life? Overhaul shook his head, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets and followed you, close behind.

Silence filled the air before you spoke up once more.

"Thank you." You thanked him with a smile. Slowing your pace to walk alongside him but giving him plenty of personal space as to not overcrowd him.

"You've thanked me plenty." He answered, keeping his gaze forward.

Another heartbeat skips when you open your mouth again, asking in earnest. "May I know the name of my savior?" Something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

He saved a nervous talker. The yakuza inwardly groaned as he took a deep breath, trying to answer calmly and keep the annoyance out of his voice. "I have not." He agrees, his liquid ambers flickering towards your face. "What if I want to remain anonymous?"

"That's fair, I suppose." You were stubborn and weren't giving up. "What about a code name or alias?" You ask, this time. "With your mask." You pointed at your own face for emphases, along your mouth as you smile. "I imagine that you have another name at the very least."

A ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Overhaul." He answered, deciding to humor you. "I'm-" you cut him off.

"Overhaul?" Your eyes widened. "As in the new leader of The Shie Hassaikai?" Oh shit, that why his description sounded familiar! He's your new boss and son of the preview Boss and head of the yakuza clan that ran all of the business within town, offering protection fees and other under the table services.

He nodded his head. "Yes, the very same." His gaze flickering back to the front of the road. "You've head of me, Miss?" Pride swelling within his chest. So, you weren't an idiot. You knew who he was.

"Yes," You admit, nodding your head. " I'm Y/n L/n." You blushed, avoiding your gaze. "I'm the youngest daughter of Lady Lucy L/n." You were sure he knew who your mother was given her reputation and past with his father. You explained anyways. "I'm sure you've heard of her." You returned facing the road, blushing harder. "She runs the local Burlesque and bar your father owned."

Overhaul's heavy-lidded eyes widened. "I've never seen you there." He'd remember you, if he did. Lady Lucy had been a star dancer and singer in her youth when his father had been young, won the hearts of many men. Pops had been one of her biggest admirers and had fallen completely head over heels for her but had stopped when she had chosen someone else. As a gift to the newlyweds, Pops offered a co-partnership with Lady Lucy and her husband.

Now that his father had passed, Overhaul had inherited the another of his family businesses. At least, this one had been one of the more successful ones compared to most.

"My older three sisters are April, May and June are the stars." You explained. "I work as a stagehand for their shows."

Well, that explains why he'd never seen you. Something didn't sound right. If you were one of Mrs. Lucy's daughters, then surely, he would have seen you perform on stage or sing. He'd seem all of her daughters. He never knew there was a secret fourth daughter in the background.

He knew it was none of his business, yet his curiosity was peaked. "Why?" A hint of interest gleaming in his eyes. Were you a secret love child from a scandalous affair or adopted? Overhaul loved puzzles and unsolved mysteries, knows how everything ticks; his curiosity and thirst for knowledge were endless. Once he found a new hyper fixation, he couldn't rest until he found out all of the answers and burning questions swirling and plaguing his mind for days. Pops often said he would take things too far. How could he not?

Overhaul would never forget the first time he held a scalpel in his hand as a kid or his bright golden, half-lidded eyes staring at the strange colored liquid bubbling within the chemistry set he saw his teacher bring out. It had opened a new world filled with medical knowledge and science at his fingertips as he experimented with his new favorite subjected and combining them with his quirk.

Your voice brought him out of his memories.

You chuckled awkwardly. "I have no talent for singing and dancing I'm afraid." You continued, raising a hand and moving a stray hair out of your face, moving it to behind your ear, not paying attention that the yakuza's gaze had followed your moment.

He hummed in answer, stopping at a stop light. Cars passing as other civilians and pedestrians waited their turn to cross. If anyone recognized him, they remained quiet and minded their business.

"With my two left feet and singing off key on the high notes." You laugh softly to yourself, smiling despite your unfortunate lack of musical talent compared to your mother and older sisters, which you didn't seem to mind. "Dad offered me to take over as a stagehand since I was a kid."

His eyes crinkle at the corners, the only sign that he might be smiling. It sounded like you and your father were close, same as him and his before his passing.

The light turned green, you two continued.

"Does this mysterious stranger act usually have woman falling into your arms, Overhaul?" You ask, feeling your cheeks burn. You feel breathless and giddy being so close towards a celebrity in this part of town. You knew his profession was dangerous. It was probably off putting to hear you awkwardly flirt with him.

"I wouldn't know." He admitted, his eyes meeting yours. "I've never tried before."

"How?" You tilt your head. There's no way that he wasn't taking home plenty of woman every night, right? "I'm sure you could get anyone you wanted." You face forward frowning. "I'm average and quirkless." Your eyes fell to your feet, staring at your plain clothes, hand-me-down shoes and secondhand purse, which you had bought yourself from the local thrift stop for your birthday. "Not many men are interested in a woman who can't give them children with powers." That fact alone made your frown deepen; your grip tightens on the strap of your purse. "Too afraid of the chance their children will be quirkless like me."

That piece of information, nearly made Overhaul pause and falter. His golden eyes widened in wonder. Did he mishear you? You were quirkless? You thought you were worthless? It was untrue. False. Who dared make you think such a sinful thing?

There's a dangerous glint in his eyes. Why couldn't you understand that you were beautiful? Special. You weren't infected with the disease and plague known as "quirks." Pure. "If they don't see what a gift that is, then they aren't worth your time." He drawled, crowding closer, keeping his tone even despite the surge of anger coursing through him.

Is this why you had remained a secret from him? Had his father known you were quirkless, when his father knew his dislike for quirks and metahuman abilities and how long Overhaul himself had been searching for a quirkless bride. Perhaps this was fate?

You reminded yourself that you were walking beside and talking with "Overhaul."

Overhaul, Kai Chisaki was a dangerous man. His cleverness, his voice and charisma. A businessman on the surface and an even bigger and more dangerous one during the middle of the night: back-alley dealings, guns and warfare, trafficking and drug trade. The black market, he ran it all. Unlike Overhaul's father, the late Ryūji Chisaki had been an honorable and wise man known for keeping to the old ways, chivalrous and kind to those underneath his care and ruthless towards his enemies.

Nothing good would come out of getting involved with him.

A powerful man like him with a godlike quirk.

You'd even bet he was handsome underneath his plague mask.

You could get lost in his intense, golden, honey'd eyed stare. He didn't see through you. No, his attention was solely focused on you, seeing you. Calculated and focus, studying you. Assessing and analyzing you.

As messed up as it sounded, it secretly made you feel wanted. Thrilling and spine-chilling. You returned you gaze back forward, choosing to remain silent.

Perhaps you were tired of running away from powerful men?

You had kept to the shadows all your life, choosing to remain out of the spotlight unlike your older sister who thrived underneath the bright lights and stage. Singing, dancing and preforming to their hearts content. You weren't cut out for it, if you were being honest. It was mentally exhausting always worrying and fretting how you looked every day, you didn't have anyone in your life to look pretty for or impress. You had noticed secret looks and second glances but not thirds or desirable onlookers compared to your older sisters.

You thought you had always been content with being unmarried, living alone and working as a stagehand for the rest of your life once your father retired, working for your sisters and whoever they married.

Now, Kai Chisaki, Overhaul had become your new boss. Your savior.

He'd saved you from your attacker. It was a secret law along the street that if the yakuza boss saved you, your life was no longer your own. It became his. You owed him a blood debt. That though made a chill crawl down your spin and your heart skip a beat.

You had a feeling that if you tried to run away from this one, he'd give chase like a predator on the prowl and once he'd sunk his teeth or birdlike maw and sharp claws into you, he'd never let go.

You would be his and his alone.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? Flinging myself into his arms. You were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt his free gloved hand, raise and tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Sorry," he chuckled softly, pulling his hand back slightly. "Didn't mean to scare you or touch you without permission, but I simply couldn't resist." The moonlight hits his eyes in a way that makes them darken a shade of amber as he mutters to himself in amusement. "Your sister did a nice job with your braid," Mindlessly trailing his fingers down the plait.

He wondered, if your hair was as soft and silky as it looked? He was tempted to remove one of his gloves and touch the strands between his fingers but thought better of it. He didn't want to scare you off. Not when he'd finally found someone who interested him. Someone worth talking to. Someone pure, quirkless and perfect. Someone who needed him. Needed his protection.

"How did you know mother didn't braid my hair?" You asked, blushing. "Or myself?" You touched one of the braids, fiddling with one of the curled ends.

His eyes followed your movement, noticing your pretty painted and manicured purple nails, drawing in him further like a moth to a flame, if only you'd know it was one of his favorite colors you were wearing. It suited you against the complexion of your skin. He would gift you anything purple and green, if you desired. "The braid is complex and even." He stated softly, "since you don't have eyes on the back of your head, I assume one of your older sisters helped you?" He quirks a thin brow. "Is my educated guess, correct?" The corners of his mouth twitched and quirked higher, smug when you nod your head. "It's obvious, but it suits you." He meant it.

Your smile widens as your blush deepens. "Well, look at you Mister Yakuza Boss." You laugh softly, "Are you a hidden charmer and show off."

"I guess you will have to find out won't you, Miss L/n?" Overhaul stops, hands you your umbrella and his eyes flicker towards the door towards your mothers and his shared business. "I hope to see you in the future?"

You blinked. Did he just? No. Of course, not. He's just being polite. Right? Against your better judgement and the twisted feeling, you were getting in your gut without thinking you answered. "Of course, Overhaul." You offered him a genuine smile. Curse this smooth talking, gangster and his devilish charms.

The Shie Hassaikai Boss appeared to be pleased with your answer, reaching for you hand and placed a tender kiss on the back of your hand. Or where you assumed where his mouth was, it was hard to tell given his beaked mask in the way. However, your heartbeat thudded harder in your chest all the same and your eyes widened, cheeks heating darker when you heard your mother and older sisters gasping behind you.

Oh no. You glanced over your shoulder, sure enough, your mothers' eyes crinkled in interest and amusement. Your older sisters were appalled? Disgusted? Shocked? It was hard to tell with their mouths covered; you could still hear their heated whispers.

"Oh my god, it's the new boss!"

"Isn't that Overhaul? You know Pops son?"

"But I thought he didn't have a type? Or that he wasn't into woman?"

Overhaul ignored their whispers and gossip, instead, focused his attention on you. Your honest and cute reacting to something as simple as a kiss on your hand. It made him want to tease you more. Oh yes, he found the perfect future Mistress for The Shie Hassaikai. With no one else interested in you. With your mother present.

No one else would dare try to over right his claim on you.

Not now, not tomorrow, but soon enough, into the future.

"Good evening, Lady Lucy." Overhaul rose, standing straight and faced your mother, bowing in respect. "Forgive me for keeping your daughter company on her way home. I fear some unsavory thug tried to bother her, but I assure you they were delt with."

You mother nodded her head, her professional smile widened. "Thank you, Overhaul." She gestures with her hand towards the doors, the entrance to the club. "We have been expecting you." She frowned; it was genuine. "I'm sorry for your fathers passing. My condolences, sir." Your mother bowed in greeting back. "Thank you for looking after my youngest. We are in your debt."

Overhaul raised a gloved hand. "No, thank you. I must go, however," his soul-piercing golden orbs slid over towards your frame. "I would be interested to get to know your youngest daughter better." He pulled out a business card from his inner coat pocket and handed it to you. "It's getting late."

"Of course, Overhaul." Your mother said, gushed.

Your sisters cringed and silently gagged.

You took the offered card, your fingers brushing as you felt a jolt crawling down your spine. Your grip tightened on it, meeting his golden and amused gaze, watching as he leaned further in and whispering the last part just for your ears only. "If any time, you need an escort or a friend." The corner of his eyes crinkling, show he was giving you a rare, soft smile. "You never know." He let go, his arm dropping as he bowed once more. "Don't hesitate, I insist." His voice dark and smooth like honey. "Any time, night or day, my services are yours, Miss L/n." His small pupils and intense, bright, golden hues drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

Without another word the yakuza boss, Overhaul left.

"I don't know how you've done it, darling." Your mother gushed, hugging you and smothering you with kisses. "If you marry into The Shie Hassaikai, you will practically own the family business and more. That's my girl! My little secret charmer! Wait until I tell your father!" Your mother ran past your shocked sisters. "Jon! Jon! You won't believe this!"

You stared down at the card in your hand, raising your heated face, watching the yakuza boss, then back down to the card. "Good night." You whisper, raising your hand and pressing it against your chest, directly over your frantic, beating heart. "Overhaul."

Days turned into weeks.

Weeks into months.

Before you knew it, it had been half a year since he'd saved you. Since Kai Chisaki, Overhaul and you had started courting.

He never touched you unnecessarily. A light, lingering touch of a gloved finger along the back of your hand or moving a lock of your hair behind your ear. His lips ghosting, gentle and causing your skin to crawl with heat from the gentlemanly and simple gesture.

You thought a clearly needy, touch and love starved man as Kai Chisaki, Overhaul would corner you and take you right then and there, devour you like a ravenous beast in the middle of the twilight hours when he started walking you home himself, calming you as his. If anyone dared try and stop him, he'd use his powerful and godlike quirk to leave them into a pile of blood splatter and on the snow-covered ground or brick walls.

What baffled you was, he never did. Always appearing eerily calm, proper and filled with restraint. That made you feel more special, seen and precious to him and dare you say magnetic? He always seemed to be holding back, like he had all the time in the world.

One night, Chisaki had inviting you and the rest of your family to his home for supper after much to his clear disgust and hesitance. He kept up appearances and politeness, well-mannered as he kept you close to him. Asking you to join him during your after-evening stroll together; leading you around his family's beautiful garden. Walking at your leisure, talking and stretching your legs as he held an umbrella in one hand and his free hand lightly brushing the small of your back.

You felt your mothers gave on your retreating figures as your father pulled her away from the window to give both you of your much needed privacy, peace and quiet away from your yapping mother. And your overly curious sisters.

"Thank you again Chisaki for inviting me and my family for supper." You smile, glancing down and watching your step along the snow-covered ground, the crunching of the snow underneath your feet were louder as he listened. "I know my mother and sisters can become nosy and a handful, well, more of a handful." You blush deeply. "I apologize."

Chisaki raises a thin brow, lips twitching and curling underneath his black duster mask. "It cannot be helped, can it?" He replied, seeming to nod to himself, then meeting your shy and apologetic eyes. "Pops would have not minded the noise." He muttered out loud, refocusing on the path ahead of you two and watching for patches of black ice or obstacles blocking your path. "Mother held parties to bring our men and neighbors together." He explained, "Saying a home filled with cheer, laugher, family and children were the most important in life." His hand along your back twitched, linger before letting go and allowed his touch to fall and pull away, remaining close. His gaze shifting briefly as his guards passed, bowing in respect to their master and you.

"I didn't mean to bring up unwanted and painful memories for you." You whisper softly, frowning. You've only known Kai Chisaki for a few months and already you were greedy for more of his touch. It made you fear that Kai Chisaki, Overhaul wouldn't want you anymore, if he knew you secretly harbored these intense, carnal and impure thought for him.

If only you knew how bad, desperate Overhaul wanted you. How he burned and ached for you. Watching you from the corner of his eye. He sneak you back into the house, say you had gone home early and keep you here for the night. None of his servants and men would bat an eye. All trained to serve him as they had done for his father. Do as they are told, trained to follow orders; they'd die for him, if he commanded it.

With you as his soon-to-be wife and their Mistress, he would expect the same.

Soon.

Soon you would be all his.

Chisaki lead you back towards the house. "Come let's get back inside." He muttered quietly after noticing you had a slight chill, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer into his side for warmth. "It's getting late and colder."

You nodded, blushing and pressing closer into his body heat. Feeling his larger frame and hint of muscles underneath his clothes. Wondering what the rest of his body looked like. Oh god, you can't admit these kinds of thoughts at church or even the head priest. Perhaps God would forgive you? Just this once. Or twice. Or a few other times this week. "Thank you, Chisaki."

No. Thank you for coming into my life, angel. He thought to himself. Savoring your warmth and womanly curves pressing against his body.

You had become his obsession, and he wanted to possess you in every wicked way imaginable. You haunted his dreams in the dead of night, whispering such lewd, unladylike and temping, naughty things. Beg for him to undress you. Strip you bare, run his mouth along every inch of your body until he lowered his head and mouth in between your sex, legs spread wide, beckoning him to kiss and devour you with his mouth and tongue, purifying you before shoving himself into the deepest part of you.

Claiming you as his. His pretty, perfect, quirkless and pure wife.

He could see your lingering and wanting glances on his person. You wanted and craved him too, he knew it. He felt it as his whole body tingled, desire awakening within him as blood traveled southward towards his loins. It a batter of second, he'd already grown as rock hard within his pants. Kai had to fight to keep his composure, his jaw tight and tense underneath his mask, the muscles in his neck straining as his heart thundered in time with his growing problem. He didn't want to scare you away. Didn't want to force himself on you.

The greedier, darker part of him wanted to lead you towards his room as soon as you two immediately returned into the house. Wanted to drag you towards his bedroom, soon to become your shared room and warm you up then and there.

Kai took a deep and calming breath as he turned towards the head butler and ordered for him to make warm hot chocolate for everyone before sending you home for the night. Reluctantly, he let go of your hand as he took your cloak, a gift from him and handed it to the one of the servants as he joined you and the rest of your family within the parlor.

Kai kept telling himself it would all be worth it. He wouldn't have to hide his deepest, darkest desires for you. He meant what he said earlier. He'd marry you. He needed heirs, little sons and daughters to carry on his family name, his legacy, his business; both within and outside the home.

Kai knew his father would have accepted you. His mother would have adored you had they lived.

He watched you smile and thank the servants, no matter how many times he told you that you didn't have to. Such a kind, sweet and thoughtful wife. Your stubbornness had its appeal as well, whenever you refused to back down from a challenge. You hadn't beaten him at shogi yet, but you were learning. You were close a few times before he'd beaten you and won, smirking as you crossed your arms and pouted oh, so cutely. Muttering that you'd win next time, saying that when you did, he had to fulfill whatever request you wanted.

Naturally, Kai agreed to the wager. Your little bet and game as he claimed his prize, placing sweet and tender chastised kisses on the back of your hand, your cheek, your nose, your forehead, but never stealing your lips. No matter how many times, he wanted to. Saw your nervousness and squirming in anticipation for his kiss.

---- Later that night -----

Kai had sent you and the rest of your family off for the night. Returning to his paperwork and research. The last two years of his life's work sitting before him as he sat in front of his work desk, gloved hand tapping the edge of his plague mask as he leaned further back into his chair. Something was missing, but what? He didn't know. The key component for his formula he needed to complete the drug and quirk erasing bullets and serum. The longer he stared at it. The more frustrated and angrier at himself he'd become. Dammit, what is it?

Kai closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose through his cloth mask with his thumb and index finger, clicking his tongue and reopening them to stare down piece of paper in his hand. His jaw tightened, his molars grinding hard and his fist pressed into his mask cheek clenched harder before slamming the sheet down hard onto his work desk. He sighed, running a gloved hand through his short alburn hair, fixing his posture, straightening and stretching his sore and aching lower back.

He needed to go to bed. Kai stood and began to undress, loosening his silk tie, unbuttoning his cuffs and buttons on his dress shirt. Mindlessly his thoughts wandered to you. Did you think of him when you were alone? Did you think of him with such carnal and filthy, lecherous thoughts? He hoped you did.

Yawning and falling down onto his soft bed, thick blankets and silk sheets; his golden orbs staring upward at the ceiling. His gaze shifting to the little black box sitting on top of his nightstand, he meant to ask you tonight after supper. Nerves crawled and swirled in his belly, which didn't should like him at all. Then again, it was normal to be nervous, wasn't it? What if you rejected his proposal? What if you said no? Then what would he do?

A deeper, darker voice entered his mind. Kidnap her. Make her submit. Mate.

"What?" Kai's own voice whispered to himself. He'd done many inhuman things, but he wanted you to come to him willingly. He didn't want to force your love. Force you into his bed and into his arms.

The new voice disagreed. Waiting takes longer. She's ours. Ripe and ready, willing.

Kai sat upright in head, inwardly spoked as his gaze flickered around the room. Paranoia setting in. His hands becoming clammy as a headache forming, causing him to hold his aching head as he tried to activate his quirk and fix whatever was happening to him.

A sharp pain and pang hit, causing Kai to fall backwards back onto the mattress.

His back arching off the bed in an unnatural way.

He grunted in discomfort, gritting his teeth as his body heats up, growing feverish, every hair on his body standing on end as he gasped. His heart racing and pounding in his ears and chest, he though the organ would beat out of his chest, muscles bunching and straining as his clothes tore; beastly snarls and growls reverberation and spilling out of his throat.

He's covered from head to toe with sweat, panting and gasping. Heartbeat drummed in his ears, struggled to remain in control anger and rage boiling in his veins.

His inner beast, madness, hunger for power.

The Demon with no Heart rising to the surface as a side effect from his transformation.

He unlocked the dark, hidden side of himself.

He's overwhelmed by the many scents and sensations flooding his senses.

Kai blacks out, leaving Monsterhaul in full control as he rises from the bed. Fanged mouth quirks into a smug smirk as he snatches the gold and magenta birdlike plague mask, covering his face with one set of arms as the other straightens his attire with a large, clawed hand.

Molten golden iris' glance around in curiosity, reaching the lamp on-top of the nightstand and touching it, activating his quirk.

It explodes to pieces. Tilting his head, he touches one of the shards and reassembles it. He remembers now, his human half, Kai. Or Overhaul. His powerful, deadly and godlike quirk.

Monsterhaul is free to play.

Monsterhaul knew the Shie Hassaikai needed money and sponsors, yes. But unlike his human counterpart, he needed a wife, a mate and an heir, offspring. Yes, he had the perfect little sweet, pure beauty in mind.

----- End of part 1 ----

Monsterhaul is free!

I'm back, my lovelies! Feeding my fellow Overho's and fangirlies! ;) I've written for Overhaul and Monsterhaul, but I'm out of practice for mashing the two personalities together since my B&B retelling AU with my oc, Mary. Which I'm proud of and can't recommend enough, if you haven't read it, or my Dark Angel AU with both Dabi and Overhaul. Oops, getting off track again!

I know, I know not much spice and smut in this, but there will be in both endings! Choose Monsterhaul or Overhaul, the choice is yours my lovelies! I can't decide, so I'm breaking it up into two!

Thoughts?

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[thatgirlyourejected]

BNHA (Male lead has yet too be chosen) x Quirkless reader

Warning, bullying/abuse, descriptions of injuries, alcohol mentions.

Chapter 1

She missed her friend, her crush. She missed not being alone with her status. She missed the late night texts, and calls they shared when their day had been rough. She missed meeting him to patch each other up after the relentless bullying. She missed watching him write in his journal, his mumbling that followed. She missed everything about him.

Things change, she knows this… but it hurts, it hurts to know that her best friend, dropped all contact after he gained a quirk, after he got into The hero school of his dreams; while she was here being thrown into a locker… childish, cliché, however you wish to call her bullies methods, it didn’t matter, she was going to be stuck here until whoever owned the locker, or the janitor opened it. It was dark and suffocating, the only light comes from the three slits in front of her. Time was all she had at the moment. She could call for help, but the consequences far outweigh the desired solution.

She found her mind wandering back to him, to Izuku. He would have helped her, hell they were supposed to be in the same school, the same class until his quirk suddenly popped up. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, it was unfair…

———

She dragged herself to work her arms and sides were bruised heavily, her head pounding as she opened the bar door; eyes were on her immediately, scanning her torn up uniform and colorful bruises, she could hear someone suck in a sharp breath through their teeth. Concerned murmurs spread through the bar. She ignored them in favor of putting on her work apron and taking her place behind the bar. A wispy hand landed on her shoulder, she looked up; even without a face she could see the concern his scrunched glowing eye convey. “I’m okay…” she whispered with a finality. She had a job to do, and that’s all she wanted to focus on. It may be a bar for mostly criminals but, she was beloved by all, her kindness and indifference to how they appeared, or what they had done touched them… of course there’s always the odd few out; one can’t expect everyone to like them. Oddly enough she never had to worry about those odd few as they never come back, she didn’t want to dwell on it; just hoped they decided to go elsewhere for their drinks.

Late noon shifts weren’t particularly packed with customers, often times 8 people hung around, counting her boss and his, son? All had such different personalities they practically clashed, figuratively and literally speaking. Brawls tended to happen but with minimal damage thanks to her boss’s warp abilities. There was one time the fire user Dabi, as he introduced himself, tried to burn Shigaraki the boss’s son, who to be fair also lunged at him. His quirk really isn’t something she knows yet, maybe teleportation like his dad, because things like doorknobs keep disappearing. There have been numerous times where she’d been locked in the bathroom or storage because the door knob just up and disappeared. Though those are times she finds herself thankful for, as it happened to be times when things got dangerous. She felt an odd sense of peace, thinking that maybe, just maybe someone want to protect her.

[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki x reader (fem) | quirkless!reader, prohero!dynamight

a.n; I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OKAY? I HAVE HAD IT IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE A YEAR ALREADY AND I NEED YA'LL TO RANT WITH ME ABOUT THISSSS<3 it's mostly enemies to lovers💕

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

"For the love of–... I'M COMING!"

It's Sunday morning. You have been expecting this day to wake up maybe mid-morning, with the gentle warm breeze coming from your open window; have an exquisite brunch that you have been planning and craving since Friday; maybe watch an episode or two of your favorite show before preparing a full spa day, with a long and refreshing bath included. That's how you have planned your Sunday to go.

But no… Apparently, someone's intention was to ruin the whole day for you while their knocks on your door were persistent and annoying at 6 freaking a.m.

You don't think about what you're wearing before stumbling towards the door, with the loud BANGS still sounding. You think of your poor neighbors next door and their newborn baby.

"This little shit," you protest, completely annoyed with this person knocking on your door like someone has died. "Someone better be dead or else…" You open the door in one strong pull and huff utterly annoyed when you encounter the person behind.

Vermillion eyes collide with yours, the intense hate and annoyance so palpable in the air it almost cuts you both.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

He tchs, rolling his eyes at you. The bile travels up through your esophagus, and you want to spit at him.

"Save the greetings, if you know what a decent greeting means… Well, considering how well you just did it, I doubt you fuckin’ know…"

The muscle at your temple twitches so hard, you believe he is actually able to see it. That would explain his upcoming smirk.

"The fuck do you want?" You repeat, not even caring or taking the time to follow this banter with him. You would normally do it, come back at him with a snarky response that would probably hurt his ego and he would answer back making you even angrier, and yada yada, nothing new to this ‘hate x hate’ relationship you had with this man in front of you. But today is not a day you planned on dealing with Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki.

He looks down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting a bit with the buttons on his all-black suit jacket you just now noticed he is wearing. Interesting; he never uses formal suits like this one if it isn't for a Hero Gala, and that was only once a year. Or that one time you remember he had to apologize to citizens through a TV interview with Deku because of a villain attack in Hokkaido they couldn't quite contain on time and caused a lot of material damage. You shake your head coming back to the present. Pro Hero Dynamight, a.k.a. Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki is standing right at your door, looking a bit nervous while playing with the buttons of his jacket, furrowing his eyebrows like he is angry even at the air he breathes.

You could have expected anything from this unpredictable man who infuriated you almost twenty-four hours a day, the seven days of the whole week. However, you were not expecting at all the words that come from his mouth after he looks up again and his eyes lock with yours.

"Fucking marry me."

Your eyes open wide. And the only thing you think of doing is punching him. And you do.

Your hands close in tight fists, and before saying anything, you punch his shoulder as strongly as you can with one. You know for sure your small and useless fist won't do any damage to this hulk of a man, but the meaning behind it it's what matters.

He simply looks at you in disbelief. "Ouch?" He smirks. He fucking smirks at you, and this time you punch his stomach, which does make him grunt and hover a bit in pain.

You attempt to close the door right at his face, but he suddenly pushes it with his hand and makes you waver a bit back, holding yourself on the door handle. He stands straight again, retrieving his hand from the door when he realizes he used more force than intended to prevent you from closing the door.

"I- umm- Shit, sorry, I didn't-..." 

You raise a hand to stop him from talking.

"Just fucking tell me what you want, so I can go back to bed and not see your ugly face for the rest of my day."

You watch in satisfaction how his face contours into full rage. And this time you smirk. 

"I fucking hate you…" He spits, and you bat your lashes at him while smiling.

"Ah, the feeling is mutual, baby."

Bakugou takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and holding himself on the door frame with strength. You're sure his hand shape will print on it, and you get more annoyed –if that's possible, but you have already learned that when Bakugou was involved, the anger was immeasurable– thinking that you will have to hire someone to fix that.

"I fucking hate you," he repeats through his teeth with his eyes still closed, but then he opens them, and his entire face changes into something you never expected to see. He looks at you, begging, "But I need you to marry me."

You look… perplexed. Again, never in your life have you ever come across the thought that those words would ever come from the man in front of you, much less towards you.

You open your mouth to say something, but the neighbor from the apartment in front of yours opens his door, standing there with his arms crossed and looking menacingly.

"Everything okay, Y/N?" His deep baritone voice asks. Bakugou turns his head and when he sees him, stands straight, head held high and you can imagine the type of defying expression on his face.

You roll your eyes. Men.

"Yes, Arisu, everything is fine. He's… a… friend," the word stung your tongue because you couldn't consider Bakugou that, even though you shared the same group of friends. But it wouldn't have been good having these two fight over something you still didn't understand what was happening; the thought of who of these two hulk men would win still was entertaining to think about. Your money was on Arisu, of course.

"Alrigh’," Arisu says, looking at Bakugou up and down before retrieving himself back into his apartment.

"The fuck this fucking extra-..." You stop Bakugou from turning and going towards Arisu by holding his arm and pulling him towards you.

"Stop it. Come inside," you demand, pulling him as he watches your hand around his bicep, "before any of my neighbors file a complaint against me thanks to your fucking loud mouth."

Bakugou grunts at your words as he lets you pull him inside. When you close the door and turn to him, you realize how big he looks in your small apartment, where there is barely space between the living room and the kitchen and two doors, one leads to your bedroom and the other to the bathroom. You want to laugh at how uncomfortable he looks.

You take a deep breath, scratching your forehead to regain a bit of patience –which was non-existent whenever Bakugou was around.

"Okay, now, explain to me what the hell is wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong with me. More like what's wrong with you and this small thing you call apartment… When did you-..."

"Bakugou! I didn't invite you in for you to start insulting my living space!" You say more exasperated by every second he is in there. "Tell me what the hell happened to you! Why did you come here, almost tearing down the door of my place at 6 in the fucking morning, annoying even my neighbors, and then you fucking propose out of nowhere!"

His lips are held in a tight line as he watches you almost yell at him, hands opening and closing anxiously. There is silence for a couple of minutes before he says, "My father died."

You gasp, taking a step back. Wow. That's something you were not expecting at all. You get now why the black suit. And now that you look at him better, his eyes look glassy and reddish –probably thanks to how much he's holding himself back from showing any other emotion that isn't anger. And that's… sad.

Your arms immediately hug yourself, one hand settling over your chest. "I- I'm sorry…"

"Don't be," he turns a bit to the left, facing the kitchen to avoid looking at you. "Fucker was a right pain in the ass."

You choke on the laugh that almost escapes you at his words, and after you clear your throat you murmur, "Sorry." He looks at you a bit amused, the right corner of his mouth lifted a bit at your reaction.

You sigh again after a few seconds of silence, "Bakugou, what does that have to do with you asking me to-...”

"My great-grandparents are-were the funders and CEOs of TCA Technologies Corp.," your eyes open wide at the name of the prestigious company that had been ground-breaking in the creation and use of robots, before being the number one seller of technology materials to support heroes. They were high class in society, civilians and heroes. "Yeah, that's the face every extra makes," he smirks when you stick your tongue out at him.

He then looks at you up and down and immediately looks away, clearing his throat in a clear gesture of shyness. You frown confused.

"Fucking go put some clothes on."

That's when you remember you had no pants, no bra, and an old shirt that barely covered your panties. Fuck. You almost run towards your room to get changed. All of this had to be a dream… or a nightmare.

Your Sunday was entirely ruined. You know that for sure.

After you change to decent, more covered clothing, leggings and a big shirt that almost reached your knees –it is Sunday, dammit, and the hell you are gonna dress up for Bakugou Katsuki– you walk again towards the living room where you left said asshole waiting for you there. He is now sitting on your couch, his suit jacket lying over the back of it. His elbows are resting over his knees, his hands holding his head. You have never encountered a tired Bakugou, yet here he is. Looking beaten and down.

He looks up at you when he hears you approach him; his eyes are more reddish than before, kind of like when you want to cry but don't let yourself do it. That made you feel bad for thinking about him as an asshole.

"What took you so long, short-legs? Whatever you wear, you'll still stink and look ugly on it."

Nope. He is and will always be a stupid asshole.

You roll your eyes grunting as you let yourself fall on the couch, as far away from him as you can on that three-people couch, crossing your legs under you.

"Spit it out, asshole. What's all this about?"

He sighs, "My father inherited it all after my grandfather died. His whole life had been that stupid company, his and my mother's. I don't give a fuck about it, but the old hack insists that I- ow!"

You pinch him on the shoulder this time, knowing very well that if you had punched him he wouldn't have felt anything. But pinching… he did feel that.

"What the fuck was that for?!"

"Don't call your mom like that, idiot!"

"Fucking piss off, you know shit! The old hack is an old hack, she deserves the title."

You shake your head in disagreement but decide to leave that topic there considering how affected he looks by it.

"The old hack said," he simply repeats that to spite you, and you really want to punch him, "that I need to step up and be fucking CEO of that bullshit, or…"

He looks at you, and you gulp, kind of understanding where this is going.

"Or get married." You finish the sentence, crossing your arms over your chest, "But why? Those two options are completely different from one another."

"The sky will fucking fall the day I understand any-fucking-thing that comes out of her mouth. She's nuts!" He protests, arms exaggerating his words as he opens them wide, evidently showing how much stress he has, before laying back on the couch, head resting over the back of it where his jacket is. He sighs long and deeply before talking again, "My great-grandmother had a strong Quirk, but she decided to stay at home instead of being a Hero. Those were other times, ya'know?"

"I know History of Heroes, Bakugou. I'm not stupid."

He looks at you again, this time genuinely surprised, "I, umm, thought you-..."

"Have you ever thought that despite not having a Quirk, I know about heroes?"

He tchs, "No wonder why you and shitty Deku are such shitty nerds."

You roll your eyes for the eleventh time that morning, "Get to the point, shitty asshole."

Bakugou scoffs, clearly holding back a retort to answer back, then he continues, "I'm the first in generations with a strong, hero-level Quirk. Most of my family had decided to live as civilians, building this stupid company from generation to generation."

"Oh, and you are the first actual Hero in the family. You are the first one to choose differently…"

He nods in response, "It almost gave my grandfather a heart attack. Ever since my Quirk woke up, I knew what I wanted," he looks back at you, and for the first time, you admit to yourself that you're curious of knowing what he wants, what goes through his head, so you nod allowing him to continue, "I want to be a Number One Hero. I want to kick villains' asses as much and as hard as I can for as long as my stupid aging bones allow me to."

The intensity in his eyes and conviction in every word he spoke made you feel his passion. And that was… new.

"But to be that, I can't afford to waste time in falling in love and all that bullshit…"

"Then say no to your mom and the company," you offer as a solution. He snorts letting his head fall back against the couch.

"You know shit…" He shakes his head, "There's a requirement in every hero company, it says that a familiar, or a spouse if the hero is married, has to validate your mental sanity alongside a doctor to keep working as a Hero."

"I… didn't know that."

"Of course not, short-legs. You're not a hero, why would you know?"

"So, if I… If we get married-..." he nods in confirmation even before you say the words. But he says them.

"The old hag won't have to validate my status as Hero anymore, and she won't have anything to hold me back from sending her and the company to hell."

You looked serious at him, "Bakugou, you and I don't like each other. You hate me and I hate you. And you want to put your Hero status in my hands by marrying me?" You say in disbelief, almost anxious about the whole meaning of this. You stand up and walk from one side to the other as you keep talking, "Why? Because your inner kid is in rebellious tantrum mode and does not want to take the responsibility to-..."

"Shut the fuck up! You. Know. Shit!" He also stood up, shortening the distance between you two in the small living room.

"Then tell me! Explain it to me! Cause to me you only sound like a spoiled brat who doesn't want his veggies for lunch."

He looks you right in the eye, hands almost trembling in fists beside his body, and then he drops the bomb.

"My mother killed my grandfather."

You recoil a step back, "What?"

He sighs, hands and fingers running through his hair, clearly uncomfortable, "I-... There is no proof, no solid proof about it. I just- I know it was her." Again, the conviction in his eyes made you believe him. "My mother wanted the money, the luxury life being with my dad could bring her. But my dad had a brother, an older brother."

"Had?"

Bakugou simply shakes his head, "The idiot got himself in between a shooting from two villain groups. He was shot only once, and it killed him. A fucking looser…" 

You try, you really tried not to smile but failed miserably. "You are the idiot," you say fighting back the chuckle.

He smiles back, "No, I got shot several times, I even got thrown at and through walls, and I'm very much fucking alive. I'm no weak ass looser as him."

You can't stop laughing, Bakugou definitely is an idiot.

He waits until you're done laughing before continuing, "Even then, my grandfather didn't think my dad was capable of handling the company and all it meant, so he was thinking about giving it to one of his nephews. That's when, I fuckin’ know, my mother took matters into her own hands. I'm an only child. If I say no…"

"The company has to go to another familiar..." Everything washes clear now in your head, “And your mom won't allow that to happen. So she’ll lie and say you aren’t sane enough to keep working as a hero,” Bakugou keeps nodding, confirming everything you’re saying.

“That way, I’m obligated to work at the company.”

Your hand travels from your forehead and brushes your hair back. “She wouldn’t that… She’s your mom, Bakugou...”

“Haven’t you heard a fucking thing I said? She fucking killed my grandfather so the company was legally inherited by my father! Therefore, she could hold all the rights, all the stupid money! My father was a fucking dimwit who believed every-fucking-thing my mother said. She controlled him as she pleased.”

You gasp as another realization hits you, “That’s why you are an asshole to her…”

“She can fool anyone, but not me.” He declares, standing tall and proud. “I have never played her game, and I fuckin’ never will.”

You hug yourself once more, taking some minutes to assimilate all the confessions he just dropped on you. Everything feels like a script of a freaking movie or something. And there are too many questions you want to ask. But there’s only one thing you mostly don’t understand and you need the answer to.

So you look back at him, head tilting up a bit due to the height difference between you, and ask, “Why me?”

Bakugou does not hesitate in his answer. 

“You’re strong, despite not having a Quirk. And smart. You don’t let anyone dictate what you can or cannot do,” he takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, “You have never backed down from a discussion, with me or anyone else. You don’t let anybody step on you, holding tight to your convictions and beliefs.”

You visibly gulp, feeling a little warmth in your cheeks that makes you want to look elsewhere, but you don't. You hold the connection between your eyes like dear life. And he smiles, the left corner of his mouth raising a bit.

“You have a fuckin’ strong character, you won't even shy down from me,” you suddenly feel the back of his index finger caress the right side of your jaw, where lays an old scar he perfectly recognized.

It was the scar he accidentally left when you were younger, stupider. He had picked a fight with another newbie hero –another asshole in your opinion– who kept talking shit about his other newbie hero friends. Bakugou had snapped when the guy mocked the word “whore” towards you. You have tried to separate them, earning yourself a punch on the right side of your face by this same man that has touched the reminder of that old memory.

“But above all that…” It’s his turn to gulp, eyes going up and down through your face. Is he… Is he looking at your lips? “You are kind. You care about everyone. You always try to solve everything for everyone –that’s fuckin’ annoying actually.”

You open your mouth to swear at him, stupid asshole; but he doesn’t give you time to say anything. “What I’m trying to fuckin’ say is–” he takes a deep breath, “You are… good. A good person. And you… You understand m- us.”

Was he going to say ‘me’? By ‘us’, you know he means heroes.

Your parents had been heroes before they died. Unfortunately, you were born Quirkless, so the dream of following your parents' path was decided the same day you were welcomed into this world. You have already made peace with this idea, it didn’t hurt like it used to when you were young. Despite not having a Quirk, you specialized in Quirk and training analysis, which granted you a job that most Hero Agencies wanted you for. Hence also how now your group of friends involved all heroes.

However, one thing is working with them, working with Bakugou Katsuki, a.k.a. Pro Hero Dynamight, who was the biggest pain in your ass you have ever had since the day you met him. Another completely different is actually marrying the pain in your ass.

You sigh, “I don’t–...”

“What? You want me to fuckin’ beg? ‘Cause I fuckin’ will…” Bakugou takes a step back and literally kneels before you. You protest, grabbing his forearm and pulling him back up, but he doesn’t let you move him even a millimeter. “What do you want? Whatever you want is yours. We can even sign a dam contract if you so want, I don’t fuckin’ care what it is. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

“This is not a fucking joke, Bakugou. You are asking me to marry you. What if I have a boyfriend? You didn’t even fucking ask!”

His eyes open wide, surprised. “Do you?”

You roll your eyes, releasing an exasperated sigh. “No! I don’t!”

“Then, what are you bitching about?”

You groan. “I’m bitching about the fact that I don’t know why would you put a whole big deal on me when we hate each other!”

“I trust you.”

It’s a short answer, his expression is even so neutral and sure that leaves you perplexed. Surprised at how easily he said those words.

“We don’t like each other…”

“I don’t need to like you to trust you, idiot.” It feels like he’s mocking you, but one look into his eyes and what he is saying actually feels right. He is completely sure of what he is saying. “I would even fuckin’ trust you with my life.”

He already does. Every day, at work.

Still, you can’t pass the opportunity to piss him off. “Wow. That’s deep, buddy.”

“Fuck you.”

Mission accomplished.

You laugh gently, looking at him still kneeling on the floor of your living room. The sight in itself is a miracle. A sight you won't get to see ever again from this man. But it’s not the image of his kneeling position that makes you take the decision.

It’s his eyes.

They are screaming, desperately begging for you to help him. And, damn it, he is right; you always are at the disposal of everyone when they need your help. Fuck! It is actually very annoying –but you will never admit that out loud, especially not to him.

You close your eyes, head tilting back, and take a long, deep breath.

You are so going to regret this.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

Bakugou Katsuki immediately stands up and practically throws himself at you, his whole hulk of a body surrounding you in what you have never thought would ever happen between you two: a hug.

Are you though?

[rumisgf]

“two a.m.”

“you never gotten head before?”

you stared as denki titled his head in genuine surprise. you shrug, almost embarrassed. though he views you as some hot babe, no guy ever really cared to put your pleasure in consideration– they only really just wanted to get their nut off.

but he was different. i mean you’re his whole word , who is he to not please you?

“y- you don’t have to if you don’t-”

your words were cut off as his hands continue to make their way to your panties. you gulped, watching him pull them down. he looks back up at you, aching for your approval.

“i want to.”

“….okay.”

he gives you a desperate, patient kiss. it tastes sweet on your lips until he pulls away, eager to give you all you’ve been missing and everything you deserve

his hands discard off the fabric covering your wetness. he teases your clit with his thumb, earning a whine filled with desperation spilling out your swollen lips. he smiles, then attacks it with a soft glide of his tongue.

“k-kami…”

“shhhh, i got you.”

you throw your head back into the pillow beneath it, gasping as he sucks at the sensitive nub. his tongue dances in circles on your clit, your slick staining his chin.

“more.. p-please..”

he hums against your cunny as he slides a finger into your entrance. your body jolts and he only uses his free hand to push your hips back onto his mattress.

“slow down baby, let me take care of you. *slrrp* ‘m gonna make you cum all over my face.”

@ rumisgf

[sugoi-and-spice]

perfect, just perfect...

Serial Killer!Dabi x Reader x Serial Killer!Shigaraki

Summary: In which Dabi and Tomura Shigaraki are women-targeting serial killers and do what serial killers do. That’s it. That’s the fic.

CW: Quirkless!AU, Serial Killers/Slashers!AU, Explicit Smut, Non-Con/Rape, Kidnapping, Physical Abuse, Rough Sex, Asphyxiation, Mysoginy, Dead Dove: Do Not FUCKING Eat

A/N: Hey,, remember when I was gonna do a Halloween AU series? Neither do I!! Anyway, here's my first entry in my own event - out of order!! Enjoyyyy. (or not, this one's pretty gnarly ngl lol)

Cross-Posted on AO3

“P-Please… Stop, please…”

A smack. A loud one. Sounded like it was right across the face, and Dabi wouldn’t doubt if it was. Shigaraki really liked to mess up the face.

“Oh come on, you can beg better than that.”

“N-No, I— I…”

“No no — I know you can. You just were begging— begging fucking amazing too. Come on. Do it, you worthless slut.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, taking a drag from his cigarette as he stood watch outside the reconstructed Toyota Hiace they made their base of operations. One they’d gutted the seats out of to make room for a full-size mattress and some metal grating dividing the front seats from the back. 

A killing machine.

They parked it outside the city, in an endless valley of nature only ever occupied by a few off the grid campers. Ones that wouldn’t be suspicious of a lone van and two men in the middle of nowhere. They were also ones who typically had very few connections back home.

Who nobody would miss if they saw too much.

“Oi— I’m talking to you, slut! Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Jesus, this must’ve been the thirtieth time that Shigaraki called her a slut this session. How uncreative could one demented incel be? He’d kind of expected more from the bastard…

Truth be told, he didn’t particularly like his partner in crime. They weren’t friends, they were barely even acquaintances. But they were kindred spirits. Two particularly violent young men who’d met on a particularly violent darknet forum about women.

And the inhumane positions they’d love to put them in.

Of course, just because they both lived for the end result, didn’t mean that they agreed on the journey there. 

Shigaraki was a raging misogynist and by-the-book incel. He despised women, wanted to take revenge on them for everything he felt they did wrong to him. He wanted to make them bleed because he wanted to make them hurt. Because he was full of anger and disgust and hate. 

Dabi was the opposite. He loved women. The unique beauty of every single one, the range of emotions they showed in their darkest, most desperate moments. Emotions he himself was never allowed to show. Ugh, the euphoria of it all. He loved women so much he wanted to see every part of them.

Including their insides.

“Come on you ugly fuck!” Shigaraki snapped from inside the van, “Scream! It’s all you’re fucking good for!”

…Truth be told, Dabi wasn’t sure why exactly he’d partnered up with Shigaraki of all people. He’d been looking for a co-pilot for this sick and twisted little endeavor of his for a while, and there had been many others in the forums who probably would’ve been better fits personality-wise, who seemed more agreeable. Guys who weren’t so picky about the girls they picked, who didn’t grumble and gripe when it came time to finally cleaning up their mess, who didn’t use the “standing watch” excuse when it came to carrying the bodies to the disposal spots. 

Who didn’t put their disgusting fucking feet on his dashboard…

That being said, while they both lived almost exclusively on the other’s last nerve, they also had a strange, almost psychic symbiosis. They balanced each other out. Dabi was emotional and passionate, often getting over-excited by the next prospective victim, moved so intensely by his passion upon seeing a new girl walking down the street or sitting at the bar that he wanted to grab them right there and then. Shigaraki on the other hand was meticulous and paranoid, holding him back until he was absolutely sure that they wouldn’t get caught. 

He kept them careful at the beginning of the kill. 

Whereas Dabi, who truly believed that he held a lot of deep respect for the women they abducted, wanted to be careful with their bodies after the fact. Shigaraki grew bored easily and completely. He often wanted to just dump the bodies down a valley or in a back alley and move onto the next one. A broken toy wasn’t worth another second in his mind. But Dabi wanted better for the girls. He wanted them to have a proper burial. Deep, deep in the ground where nobody else could ever find them. 

He kept them careful at the end of the kill.

Dabi exhaled a long stream of smoke as he considered where their latest little sylph would be buried. They had passed a grove of what looked like magnificent spider lilies on the way out of town.

Maybe he was thinking too much into all this, he kind of had to whenever it was Shigaraki’s turn. The brutish way in which he handled and defiled these girls, it always made Dabi contemplate just what redeeming factor he had ever seen in the guy. 

And then he’d hear them, the screams Shigaraki managed to rip out of their victims. Screams that only came from a level of brutality Dabi would never be able to inflict himself. They were so unique, so beautiful, so perfect . And they were sounds that he’d never be able to hear if it weren’t for Shigaraki.

Truthfully, that alone was worth the endless collection of crushed Monster cans that littered the floor of his van.

It had gotten pretty quiet in there now. The screams, the pleading, even the choked little sobs of self-pity, all muted to nothing. There was only the creaking of tired mattress springs, Shigaraki’s heavy breathing and grunting, and the occasional sound of a slap followed by irritated mumbling. Yeah, she was losing all will to fight. Which meant it was just about time for—

“Oi,” Shigaraki snapped as if on cue, throwing the van door open, “She’s no fun anymore. You take her.”

Dabi took a long last drag of his cigarette, watching as Shigaraki climbed out and readjusted himself in his pants. His partner-in-crime gave him a weirded, disgusted look at the way he took his time.

“What’re you fucking staring at me for? You want me to off her or something?”

 Dabi waved him off, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stepping it out, “Nah, nah. I’m on it.”

“Hop to it then,” Shigaraki barked, crossing his arms and leaning against the passenger door of the van, “We’ve been here long enough already.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Dabi retorted as he stepped into the van.

Shigaraki whipped around, “Get bent!”

“I’m trying to,” Dabi threw right back, slamming the van door closed behind him.

He quickly pulled back his cool once he was inside. It really was amazing how quickly and effectively Shigaraki pissed him off. But he knew he needed to simmer it. He didn’t want to let his own anger and hate slip out too much in front of his newest precious angel. He’d hate to scare her off.

Dabi turned back to her with a small, but reassuring smile, “Hello.” 

Of course, she didn’t respond, didn’t even bother to look at him. 

She laid in more or less the same position he’d left her to Shigaraki in. Arms and legs pulled wide, cuffed to the rods mounted on each side of the van. Her once smooth and spotless skin was now swollen and purple, black and yellow in some places even, where Shigaraki had managed to break a rib and an ankle. Dry blood caked her nose and the corner of her mouth while fresh blood seeped onto the mattress out of recent scratches and cuts Shigaraki had inflicted in a last ditch effort to make her wail again.

None of that bothered him though, quite the opposite actually. He loved a roughed up woman, one at her most natural and vulnerable. It was the beauty that got him into this in the first place. No, what Dabi turned his nose up at was Shigaraki’s loads spilling out of her abused pussy, all onto her raw, reddened thighs and the crumpled tear-stained sheets. 

Ugh, see this is why he’d said no when Shigaraki asked if they should get an apartment together. The motherfucker never cleaned up after himself.

“P-Please…”

Dabi turned his attention back to her face, to her eyes, dull and lifeless, staring right through the back wall of the van.

“Just kill me already…”

Oh, this sweet thing, he thought, tilting his head at her sympathetically.

He climbed onto the mattress next to her then, resting a hand gently on her hip, careful not to put any pressure on the bruises littered there. She didn’t even flinch when he did it. She was that far gone.

“Kill you?” he asked, curiosity far from feigned.

“Aren’t you those serial killers that have been on the news lately? The ones that—” she couldn’t even finish. The fate that she knew of being too much to leave her throat.

“Huh. Are we now?” he said, mostly to himself as he had a real epiphany from those words. So they were serial killers, were they? 

Yeah, he could work with that…

She buried her head into the mattress, trying to muffle the dry sobs from ducts that had long gone barren.

“Please, if you’re gonna do it then just do it already! I can’t go on anymore! I can’t take it…”

He ran the back of his hand slowly, whisperingly down her cheek, “Talk to me beautiful. Tell me how I can make this better.”

This finally got something out of her. A snort of sick, stupid amusement, weak and wheezy.

“God, what fucking game are you two playing? Some sick good killer, bad killer shtick?”

Dabi smiled. She sure was spunky. Even now. What a lovely quality.

“No,” he breathed, dusting feather light kisses down her neck, her chest, that sweet, soft tummy… “No games.”

He buried his nose into the crux her thigh, reveling in the heat and tremble of her raw, abused thighs.

“W-What are you doing?!” she gasped, a whole new flavor of fear coating her voice.

“Just relax,” he purred, kissing a path all the way to her center, “I’m not gonna hurt you…”

She cried out as he licked up the length of her cunt, flicking the stud in his tongue against her clit playfully when he got there. She tried to move her hips away from him, still completely baffled and terrified by not knowing what he was going to do to her, but thanks to her restraints, the struggle only ended up pushing her hips closer to Dabi’s lips in a grind motion. A wanting motion. 

It spurred him on to pleasure her further as the delusion of her reciprocation had him falling utterly in love.

Shigarai’s spunk was still slipping out of her, heavy and salty on his tongue as he buried it deeper inside her, but that didn’t matter. Her own sweetness overpowered it, those resistant sobs overpowering all of his senses, sending him into a delirium of pleasure.

Fuck, how much he wanted to throw her legs up over his shoulders, coil his arms tight around her and devour her, but he resisted. He knew how raw and wounded she was, and all he wanted from her now was a fraction of the bliss that she was giving him.

“P-Please! I don’t— nngh! ”

Her sounds were brand new now — constant choked sobs of despair and self-hatred over the way her body reacted against her will. She was so raw and oversensitive from Shigaraki’s brutal treatment, Dabi’s own gentle, devoted ministrations had her ankles straining up painfully against her restraints as she came in mere minutes.

Dabi pulled away, a crooked, love-drunk smile on his face as he watched her trembling chest rise and fall, listened to the sweet serenade of her wheezing breaths.

He hummed happily as he pulled himself back up to her level. He cupped his hand gently along her cheek.

“You have a beautiful voice.”

She snapped back to him, anger tearing violently through her “afterglow”.

“ Fuck you .” she quite literally spat, a newfound fire within her that set his own body ablaze.

Dabi brought a thumb to his cheek, stroking the spit she’d hurled at him to the corner of his own mouth. His tongue reached to meet it, and he shuddered as both of her tastes mingled on his palate.

Fuck, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He quickly back onto his haunches, trying to not let his desperation to be inside her rush or roughen his movements. He still wanted her to enjoy this, but it was taking every bit of self-control he could muster not to blow his load over the sound of her voice alone.

“W-Wait!” she yelped out, as she felt him line himself up at her entrance, “You said you wouldn’t hurt me!”

“I won’t sweetheart,” he breathed, easing his cockhead in slowly, “I promise this won’t hurt.”

“But it does! You doing this now— you’re hurting me!”

He groaned as her heat completely engulfed him. Between the mix of her own arousal and Shigaraki’s, and the desperate pulsing of her insides, post-orgasm, he barely even had to push his hips. 

“There’s no need to lie now, your body’s completely giving you away,” he grinned, dropping his forehead to rest against hers, “Your pussy is sucking me right in.”

She choked out a sob as he rocked out of her just barely, then buried himself again, somehow deeper than before.

“ Fuck —” he groaned, “I couldn’t pull out if I tried. Your body just wants me that bad. Doesn’t it baby?”

She tried to stifle a moan as his soft yet sturdy thrusts hit that perfect angle inside of her. She managed to keep the pleasure of the sound locked in the base of her throat, allowing out only a stilted and very unladylike grunt in its place.

The horrid little sound didn’t put Dabi off in the slightest though. If anything, it endeared him. He smiled, almost giddily, as he watched that strain and struggle coarse through her. She really was perfect no matter what she did, wasn’t she?

They all were, after all.

“How does it feel, sweetheart?” he urged her again between thrusts, “Do you like it like this? Does it feel good?”

“N-No, it doesn’t…” she whimpered out hoarsely, that momentary fire from before quickly extinguishing as she felt her dignity once again slipping away “Just stop…”

Dabi’s brows pinched disappointedly, hips slowing to a near-stop. 

“You don’t like it like this? Soft and sweet?”

She looked back up at him, confusion creasing her own cute little face.

His hand on her hip started to tighten, nails digging deliberately into the meat of her hip, “Maybe then you liked Shigaraki’s way better…”

Her eyes widened.

“Well I can certainly do that too,” he breathed, hip suddenly snapping painfully into her.

“N-No!” she yelped, “No, please I—!” she squeezed her eyes closed tight, trying to hold back her tears, as a particularly rough thrust jostled her broken rib painfully, “I want it soft! It felt so good what you were doing before! Please! ”

“Are you sure?” Dabi tilted his head, pounding hips having yet to slow, “Don’t just say that because you think it’s what I want. This is supposed to be good for the both of us.”

“I-I’m not! Really, I mean it! I want it soft, please!” she cried out, “Please! Fuck me soft, g-gentle! Just—!”

His hips finally eased to a soft roll.

“...yeah?”

She opened her eyes then, and instantly her blood ran cold. His voice was soft and romantic, he’d gotten that part of his act down to a science, but clearly he hadn’t quite figured out how to keep that sadistic fervor from his face. 

His eyes were wide, pupils blown. He was clearly trying to keep his smile even and comforting, but he couldn’t fight the way those corners twitched higher and higher, teeth grinding and showing through harder and clearer. 

Just a horrible face. 

This man was clearly no more a voice of reason than his more blatantly violent partner outside. He too was clearly deranged, a powder keg. Completely unpredictable.

And that made him a thousand times scarier.

Dabi leaned in closer to her, fighting to keep the manic tremble from his voice, “You want me to make love to you?” 

She gulped hard, desperate to keep the absolute terror from her voice, “Y-Yes. Please… M-Make love to me…”

He stared down at her for a long moment, utterly reveling in those words long enough for her to start panicking that maybe she’d said the wrong thing. 

But thankfully — god, she couldn’t believe she was thinking that — they were exactly the words he wanted to hear. He dropped his head down into her chest, groaning unabashedly as he began to hump into her again, slower for sure, but also deeper. With his entire body and being.

“Fuck, yeah… Yeah baby. Anything you want. I’ll do anything you fucking want…”

She choked out a joyless laugh at that. Anything she wanted, huh? What a fucking joke.

“You’re so good, fuck— perfect . And you too— it’s good for you? Come on tell me baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel—”

“Uh-huh, it’s good…” she said flatly as she slipped into dissociation.

She stared up at the same tear in the headliner she’d tried to focus on by the end of Shigaraki’s torture, thinking about how oddly shaped it was. Those kinds of tears were usually outright holes, maybe with a flap of fabric hanging off of it. Or maybe it’d be just a little tear, a small line practically unnoticeable in the dim light of this van. But this one was different. Long and unnatural, it almost looked like a big Frankenstein surgical stitch. Or like the dermal piercings running up her captor’s cheeks—

Fuck. Her eyes fell back on her captors flushed, blissed out face. The electric blue of his eyes, the babbling growls spilling from his lips. She was having a much harder time tuning the pleasure out with this man than she’d had tuning out the pain with the previous one, and she didn’t know why.

Maybe it was because he was kind of her type. That’s exactly what she’d thought when he leaned out of the car window to ask her for directions after all. Watching him move over her like this, leaning down to catch her lips passionately with his own more frequently as time went on she couldn’t help but picture an alternate universe. 

One where he really had been asking for directions to the beach. Where he’d been alone in his car rather than having a freak friend in the back, lying in wait. And where she’d been standing on the well-trafficked main street just a couple blocks down instead of in front of the empty alleyway she’d been smoking a blunt in when he’d stopped. 

A universe where they’d flirted and hit it off and exchanged phone numbers and eventually he’d taken her on a date rather than just taken her. Where these sweet nothings and pleasurable rolls of his hips were accompanied with champagne and room service rather than rope and broken bones.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pictured it all, what a wonderful life this could’ve been.

“Shhh, shh, shhh,” he cooed, “It’s okay. You’re so perfect, it’s okay…”

But that only caused her to sob harder, face reddening voice straining as she wailed uncontrollably. She didn’t even notice Dabi’s hand slipping up along her body and up to the base of her neck.

His thumb settled snug into that soft, sensitive dip of her throat.

God, she was crying so hard now, she couldn’t breathe.

And then he started to squeeze.

Wait, no, really. She couldn’t fucking breathe —!

She gasped out suddenly, arms instinctually shooting forward to try and force his hand off, but she was once again denied by her restraints. She quickly shifted gears, thrashing her body up and down wildly. And for a moment, she did loosen his grip.

But then he brought his second hand to her throat, pushing her deeper into the mattress.

“Perfect,” he growled through the steady snapping of his hips, “So fucking perfect…”

Her throat bobbed and begged as he constricted his hands tighter, getting lost in the song of her voice getting steadily higher, weaker, until she couldn’t form a word at all, could only gurgle and croak desperately. 

“Oh yeah, just like that. Be good for me baby,” he groaned, “Be good…”

He couldn’t say that this was the best part of these excursions, he savored every moment of it after all. 

…But there was something particularly special about these last few moments. 

It was so rare that anybody actually got to witness them, let alone experience them with their own hands — this perfect feeling of her body both tightening and going pliant around him, stiff and spasming, not to mention the view of it all that sent him barrelling frantically towards his release.

Fuck, she was so pretty! The way her drool spilled out her mouth, all gurgled and frothy. That lovely shade of blue she was starting to turn. The rabid fear that filled those eyes before they started to roll back — fuck even the pink undersides of her eyes were cute. He wondered what the backs of them, the optic nerves, looked like. He was sure they’d be adorable. 

He couldn’t wait to see.

[revolvingsaturn]

Summary: you meet Shigaraki at a party. You have sex. (He has a breeding kink) (So do you)

(quirkless au, skip to the *+:｡ for just the smut with no plot involved)

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You slightly cringe as the alcohol hits your throat; the shots, of course, were Mina’s idea, probably one you’d regret the next morning shuddering the remnants of last nights party into the bowl of a toilet as somebody held your hair back. But, then again, virtually everybody was drinking, so you didn’t have that much of a problem with assisting Mina in downing a row of tiny glasses of alcohol.

After, giggling sat on the kitchen island with Mina at Kaminari’s failed attempts to fake sobriety, she nudges your bare knee with hers; the swirled marble of Kirishima’s kitchen island cooling the backs of your thighs through the too-short dress you’d been coerced into wearing by your friends.

“He’s cute.” She says teasingly, her eyes boring into yours with barely contained excitement.

“Who?” You say, tearing your eyes away from the far corner of the room, badly failing at feigning naivety.

“You know who!” Mina giggles. She nods her head in the direction of the same corner you’d just been gazing not-so-subtly at towards the boy you’ve been eyeing for the last 15 minutes. Probably more.

He wasn’t your usual type, if you had to define your type you weren’t sure what you’d write on the checklist but it would probably include something along the lines of ‘being socially adept’. He certainly wasn’t- his thin frame quietly leaning on a wall, hands in his jean pockets as he silently observed the party; his powder blue hair hung in front of his eyes as a tongue darted out to nervously wet his lips.

“Well, I say you go for it.” Mina says as she pulls you off the counter by your upper arm, the noise of her lace up boots clacking on the tiles audible even over the sound of whatever hideous song Kaminari, now unabashedly drunk and being held up by an annoyed Bakugo, had picked.

“What?! No, no way-“ you protest, but she’s already yanked you halfway across the room and you can’t really turn back around, not now his eyes are scanning you with a slight shimmer of interest tinting his irises. Other than this and a slightly quirked eyebrow, his face gave nothing away.

You look around in panic for Mina but she’s already gone, back to the kitchen island or to laugh at Kaminari somewhere in the house.

“She seems nice.” The stranger says, his voice slightly raspy like it’s out of practice.

“Oh, yeah, she is, really lovely-“

“Why are you over here?” He cuts you off. “If we’re gonna talk, at least bother giving me your name.”

You comply- after all, he was hot and you didn’t want to chicken out; Mina would never let you live it down, you think absentmindedly as you take in his features a little more now you’re closer. He’s quite pretty, you think; nice eyes, hair that looks freshly washed and a rather pale complexion, although that doesn’t bother you.

You wonder what he looks like flushed.

“Sorry- what did you say your name was, it’s um, it’s noisy in here.” You babble awkwardly.

“Tomura Shigaraki.” He repeats back slowly. “It’s loud. It’s quieter in the hallway.” He says, and you swear your heart does at least 3 backflips when he softly grips your wrist to drag you into the corridor of the house. Mina winks at you on the way out and you shoot her a glare as you’re, thankfully, removed from her line of sight.

It is quieter in the hallway, you think- but that might not be a good thing, because now you’re suddenly aware of just how close he is to you and just how soft his breath feels when it lightly brushes your face as he speaks. You swallow dryly as your gaze lands on his lips as he speaks, but you don’t have the slightest inkling of what he’s actually telling you and whatever it was goes out the proverbial window the very second he inches a centimetre closer to you, and you have to refrain from kissing him.

You grab his hand and he looks surprised at the sudden contact but not opposed when you lead him into the first spare bedroom you find and perch on the edge of the bed next to him. The mattress slightly dips under your combined weight as the sheets crinkle quietly below. You nervously meet his gaze with yours and almost jump in shock when you realise he looks even more nervous- he’s constantly looking around, pupils darting and hand awkwardly itching the back of his head.

“You can look at me, Tomura.” You say lightheartedly.

He does, and you swear his pupils dilate at the very moment your breath hitches when he mutters the words “you’re pretty.” Into the undisturbed air of the room.

*+:｡ (smut below) *+:｡

You whisper a quiet thanks as you lean in just a little closer and slowly, carefully, place an experimental kiss to his lips. The effect is almost instantaneous; he immediately reciprocates and grips you back, hands messily clutching at your waist, hips, hair- anything he can reach is grabbed at by his warm hands, including your collarbone when he leans down to bite it and your bra when his fingers ever so lightly skirt the clasp through your dress.

You pull apart for breath, an air of blatant arousal surrounding you both when you unceremoniously pull back from Tomura’s grasp and go to rip your dress off- it was too short anyway, good riddance- at the same time he slowly peels his shirt away from his chest to reveal his abdomen. His eyes widen at the sight of you, half naked in the dim light of the room, a smile creeping onto your features when you offer your back to him to allow access to undo your bra.

His touch is nimble, dexterous fingers working quickly to not only undo the clasp but to skirt around your ribcage and grab at your tits and you shudder when his right hand skims across your chest. His left hand, however, has other plans- as he carefully manoeuvres you onto your back, now just in your panties, his right hand and mouth continues their coordinated assault on your breasts as his left hand trails down your body to reach the waistband of your underwear.

“Is this okay?” He breathes up at you in the dark, eyes half lidded as he watches his hand grope at your chest.

“Yeah, yeah that’s oka-ay!” You get cut off halfway through by an unexpected moan as his fingers work their way through your already wet folds to circle your clit in tight little circles. He’s good, almost dizzyingly so-

His mouth has been trailing further south for a while, but you’ve been too preoccupied by his fingers lightly crooking inside of you to be prepared for when his lips make contact with your pussy as he unceremoniously rips your underwear off and starts to suckle at you. You reach out in panic as he keeps going, his mouth and fingers working you up to the precipice of an orgasm and you can’t do anything but tug at his pale blue hair. He moans into your pussy and you cum, back arching off the bed as you choke out a string of praise through your moans.

He’s immediately hovering over you, and you taste yourself on his tongue but you don’t have it in you to care as his left hand makes its way to your clit again to draw tight shapes. He leans back briefly to remove his jeans and boxers until you’re both naked, his cock bobbing as he pants into your mouth for consent. You give it.

And you’re so glad you do, because the minute he’s pushing into you the squeak you let out forces a moan from him as he desperately humps into your slick. He leans down to shakily press kisses over marks he left before, the constellations of rapidly darkening skin swirling around in the darkness. You know neither of you are going to last long.

“Please, please-“ he’s whining into your ear as he begs to cum inside your already soaked pussy. You contract around him at the thought as your nails scrabble at his pale back.

“You’re so p-pretty, let me put a baby in you-“ he babbles out unthinkingly in the darkness, his speech as sloppy as his thrusts.

And, despite not knowing anything about him past his name and that he fucks absurdly well, you think the thought of being bred pushes you over the edge as you moan unabashedly into his neck. He’s cumming not long after, pulling out shakily to gaze at the mixture seeping out of you. He grabs your hips, gentler this time, and thumbs circles over the marks he’s left there. You squirm at the overstimulation when he leans down to softly lick at your folds, his eyes closing and lashes fluttering as he tastes not only you but himself this time on his tongue.

He lets up when you push at his head, lying down next to your equally sweaty, fucked-out form; there’s mascara running in streams down your cheeks and spit covering your tits, not to mention the obvious mess of cum Tomura left in between your thighs. He grins at you softly in the darkness; you grin back and giggle. You laugh with him, the stranger you’ve just fucked and let come inside you in the spare bedroom of Kirishima’s house, covered in sweat and hickies until your ribs are sorer than your poor suckled collarbone.

“I’m really gonna have to thank Mina.” You squeeze out in between laughs.

“Who?” He responds back in genuine confusion.

You devolve into giggles again.

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-for phoebe💫

[fujoshirat]

When the Shouto Todoroki saves you and your kindergarten students at the aquarium during a villain attack, you can't seem to get him out of your head. Bonus: you're quirkless and he's a pro hero, so you live in two different worlds. The glue? His cute nephew that's obsessed with rocks and that just so happens to be in your kindergarten class.

In short: You've become obsessed, you suppose. But that's all right, you're not the only one that's obsessed.

WARNING: I cooked so get ready for a long chapter >:)

1 - I'm Obsessed With You

'Two, four, six... sixteen!' Counting the little yellow hats waddling around the jellyfish exhibit, you make a mental headcount of all of your students. Sixteen little kindergarteners with bold personalities and big hearts all under your care. As their kindergarten teacher and chaperone for the monthly field trip, it was your duty to keep an eye out of all of them.

You were quirkless, but you've accepted it.

You knew that you would never become a hero, and that was okay. You would never be like All Might or the young student hero Deku during the war.

But that was okay.

People still respected you. The convenience store ladies would applaud you when you would tell them your job. 'A kindergarten teacher? Sounds fun!' You family loved you all the same and your friends still invited you to the izakaya bar near the station.

And being a kindergartener teacher was fun. Nurturing the children was your passion, and caring for them came like second nature.

Rounding up the children and having them form a line, you led them to the next exhibit. "Alright! Does anyone remember what exhibit we are going to next?" A chorus of "me! me! me!"s filled the area as you led the group to an outdoor area of the massive aquarium. Scanning over all sixteen children, you call out a student's name. "Himari-chan! Do you know?" The bubbly girl with twin braids eagerly nods her head. "Mhm! Mhm! The penguins!" "Very good!"

The sound of honking and chirping fills your ears, a definite sign of the marine animals. Stopping, you clear your throat and turn around to face the children.

"Alright kids, would you like to explore the exhibit?"

"Yes Y/N-sensei!"

"Okay, find your pair and stay in this room. I will call everyone once it is time for us to move on." You watch all sixteen of your students start finding their buddy and splitting up. They were responsible children that knew not to run off on their own and to go to you when they needed the toilet. As the last pair went off to join majority of the students at the emperor penguin's area, you walk towards the sound of chirping.

Walking closer to the Adelie penguins exhibit, you spot two yellow hats in the same area. Upon further inspection, you recognize them to be Kaoru and Taro, huddled close together as to not get separated.

"Kaoru-kun, Taro-kun, do you like the Adelie penguins?"

Taro, the taller one with rosy cheeks and brown hair nods enthusiastically. In contrast, the white-haired Kaoru just stares at you with his usual blank expression. However, the shorter one's eyes seem to sparkle despite his nonchalant look. 'Ah', you recall, 'he must be excited about the rocks because of his rock collection'.

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Kaoru Todoroki was a quiet boy. The five-year-old was respectful and completed all of his tasks at school. He never fought and always participated in the activities and games during recess. However, he preferred not to talk and would just observe everyone. On the occasion that he would talk to you, he would only talk about one thing: his rock collection -> "Kaoru-kun! How was your Christmas?" "Good, Y/N-sensei. My oji-san took me camping and got me rocks for my collection." "Oh wow! That sounds like a lot of fun!" -> It was so nice that the little boy had something he enjoyed despite his cold demeanor. He didn't seem to be abused either: you had met his father, Natsuo Todoroki, at the first day of school orientation. He was a pediatrician who was pretty nice and always greeted you whenever he picked Kaoru up. Just like the rest of the world, you knew who your student was related to. A last name that carried high respect and esteem, you could only wonder why his parent decided to enroll him into your kindergarten. However, you didn't mind it at all. ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

"Do you boys know why the penguins collect the rocks?" They shake their head in sync. You crouch down and point at two Adelie penguins in the corner.

"Adelie penguin boys give a girl penguin a rock because he loves her. He wants to give her a special rock because he thinks that she is so special. When he gives her the rock, the girl penguin will thank him and put the rock in her nest, right there!" You direct their attention to several pebble-nests in the same area. "When she lays eggs, the boy and girl Adelie penguins will keep them warm so they can hatch safely! They are now all cozy like a little happy family. Do you understand?" You stifle a laugh to yourself when you notice the awestruck expressions on both students' faces. Turning around, you look at the other students wandering around the room, doing a head count to make sure that everyone is there. 'Two, four, six, eight...'

But before you can reach sixteen, the sound of glass shattering interrupts you. Right where Kaoru and Taro were, a villainous man breaks the glass barrier between people and the Adelie penguins. Honking and chirping sounds ring through your ears, your heart thumping frantically in your chest. 'A villain!? Poacher!? On field trip day!? But there aren't any heroes around!' Some of the aquarium staff on duty rush to the masked man,

but more glass shatters and they're knocked onto the floor, unconscious.

Pushing Kaoru and Taro and behind you, you instinctively cross your arms into the shape of an 'x' and shield your face from the villain. You hiss at sharp glass shards bouncing off your skin, small cuts forming.

"Stop! Please!"

Three more masked people enter the room. The man takes no mind to your pleas and instead barks orders to what you think are his subordinates in another language. The three men each begin restraining you, an elderly woman, and a couple with rope. You can hear the other kids crying in the back, all huddled together.

This wasn't good.

Trying to fight back, you jab your elbow into one of your assailants and your foot at another. However, they were much stronger than you and quickly pinned you down.

And then there was ice.

A massive sheet of ice appears and freezes over the main villain. You catch a glimpse of red and white hair, your eyes widening at the sight. Only one man could have that distinct color.

It seems like Shouto Todoroki, number 3 hero in all of Japan, is saving you right now. Ensuring that the masked man is secured, he makes quick work of his minions. A kick here, some ice there, a sprinkle of fire. It was all a blur. The next thing you knew, his nimble fingers easily removed your binds and scanned your body.

"Miss, are you alright?"

And just like that, you were hooked. God, his voice, his physique, his care, you just melted at his feet. He wasn't Japan's hottest hero for nothing, and he sure was living up to that. It takes you a while to snap out of your daze (embarrassing), but thankfully he had time to wait. His team was helping the elderly woman and couple, already checking if they had sustained any injuries. Turning your eyes back to his majestic face, you notice his eyebrows furrow slightly. His larger hand gently grabs yours and you wince. Confirming his suspicions, he spots your arms littered in cuts and your left wrist slightly bruised. "You're injured. Are you able to stand up?" You can stand up just fine and offer a polite smile.

"Yes, thank you so much Pro Hero Shouto! I appreciate the concern but I need to check my students, so-" "Red Riot is already checking up on them. I can promise you, ma'am, that they are in good hands." That professional tone was going to kill you, and apparently it did kill your voice, so you swallowed and wordlessly nodded. The pro hero sits you down on a bench and pulls out a bandage roll from his suit.

"I apologize for the poor substitute of a brace. The ambulance is on its way." You watch him kneel down and pray that he doesn't notice the (furious) redness painted on your cheeks. Shouto respectfully takes your arm and bandages it, careful not to apply to much pressure. You admire his hands, large, rough, and calloused, no doubt from his quirk and hero work. It was admirable (and certainly handsome). As he finishes up, he gets ready to say something when sixteen little yellow hats crowd you and him.

Ritsu, the youngest and smallest out of all of your students, is the one to cry first.

As she bawls her eyes out, you reach out to her. "Hey, Ritsu-chan, it's o-" You wince as a bolt of pain crawls up your right arm momentarily, and that causes her to cry harder. Just like that, most of the kindergarteners begin crying. Red Riot, another famous and good pro hero, walks up with a sheepish expression. "Sorry Miss! I promise that I only turned around for one second, but they all ran to you!" He turns to Shouto after. "Shouto, the ambulance is here and the medics are running in." He nods and turns back to you, giving you a soft nod. Clearing your throat, you address your students.

"Is everyone alright? Is anyone hurt?"

"You, Y/N-sensei!" You smile warmly, heart touched by theirs.

"Don't worry about me. I'm okay. You all are so brave for not panicking when the villain came and instead stayed together. Can we say thank you to pro heroes Red Riot and Shouto?"

"Thank you, Red Riot and Shouto!"

The red-head hero grins in response, and you watch Shouto's unreadable expression shifted into a soft smile.

"It's no problem at all. Now, can I ask that you all stay with Red Riot while I help your sensei?" All in awe at the popular heroes, they nod and eagerly bombard Red Riot with questions. You chuckle to yourself but notice Shouto's gaze focused on your injuries. As he walks you to the medics, you chirp up.

"It really doesn't hurt that bad, I promise." He shakes his head, "Excuse me." Before you can respond, he abruptly picks you up and sits you on the edge of the open ambulance. '!?!' Your cheeks flare up again.

His gaze never leaving yours, two female medics quickly check up on you and properly bandage you up. One of them gently applies ice to your wrist and smiles at you. "Name, please?" "L/N, Y/N." "Alright, thank you L/N-san for being patient! Your wrist is minorly sprained, so we're using ice to help with the swelling. Please ice it when you get home and be careful not to put pressure or overwork it. Your forearms are minorly cut but should heal per usual. Do you have any quirks or conditions such as pregnancy that we need to be aware of?" "Ah, no." You see the handsome man observing you, his eyes widening in slight shock as he listens to what you tell the medic. He remains silent as the other one chimes in. "Alright! L/N-san, you are good to go!" "Thank you very much!" Shouto helps you down to ensure that you don't use your wrists again and bows to the ladies. They wave at the two of you in a friendly manner and start closing up the ambulance.

As Shouto walks you back, you can't help but admire him. He's tall. Unfairly tall. He towers over your body, no doubt almost or at six feet. His skin is fair and porcelain, and his muscular biceps are noticeable (definitely something to drool on about) His scar most definitely complements his facial features. You also notice that his cheeks are slightly plushy, round and definitely soft if one were to touch it. It was... kind of cute.

He ushers you back into the entrance of the aquarium where his team, all civilians, and all staff were gathered. You spot your students and instinctively want to run to them, but with a warm hand hovering behind the small of your back, you stay put next to the pro hero. You expect all of your students to run to Shouto, to bother him with questions,

But Kaoru runs to you and him.

"Oji-san!" The little boy hugs Shouto's leg, his ivory hair only reaching the man's waist. You melted at the sight, knowing that it was rare to get social interaction or even touch from Kaoru. 'Cute!'

Wait...

SHOUTO TODOROKI WAS THE UNCLE THAT HE ALWAYS TALK ABOUT?!?

"My oji-san got me another box for my rock collection for my birthday."

"My oji-san got me a fossil from America."

"My oji-san snores a little in his sleep."

"My oji-san took me camping and got me rocks for my collection."

You obviously knew that your student was related to Japan's Hottest Hero somehow, but you didn't realize that he was his direct nephew! What's more, you didn't realize how close the two really were, and it was so sweet and endearing to see Kaoru so out of his shell. Right now, the five-year-old was blabbing to his uncle, telling him all about the Adelie penguins today and asking if you were alright and if he was going to come home for dinner.

And Shouto? He looked so focused on the little boy, so amused, and so soft. As he talks with his nephew, you notice that some parents have already arrived, looking for you. Walking away from your savior and student, you politely greet the parents and lead them to the children, all being entertained by Shouto's team. The mothers all fawn and worry over your injuries. "You're hurt, L/N-sensei?" "Oh no!" "Thank goodness you're safe!" After about 30 minutes, the fifteen other children are all with their families and gone from the aquarium. In the horizon, the sun has already begun to set, its golden hue mixed with purple and orange.

You're a little surprised to still see Shouto and Kaoru. He already talked to the police and dismissed his coworkers, so what was he still doing here? Walking up to the pair, you look down at Kaoru. "Kaoru-kun, were you surprised that your oji-san came today?" "Mhm!" "Awesome! I'm glad that you were! I was definitely surprised." Your heart beats rapidly as you shoot a smile at his uncle. To your surprise, he smiles back (be still, my poor heart!). Standing back up, you talk to Shouto.

"I can't thank you enough, Shouto-san. You really came at the perfect time."

"It is no problem at all, L/N-san. I apologize for not arriving sooner."

"Aw! Don't worry about it! All that matters is that my kids are safe." You notice him look at you a little curiously when you refer to your students as 'my kids.' Laughing slightly to yourself, you clarify.

"My students are my livelihood and teaching is my passion. I would be absolutely heartbroken if one of them got injured, not as a teacher but as myself." You playfully wink at the pro hero's nephew, his cheeks turning pink slightly because he knows what you are going to say. "Kaoru-kun is a pleasure to have and I am thankful that he is in my class." Shouto nods and ruffles his nephew's ivory hair. Kaoru whines in response. "Oji-san!" When the tall man laughs at the five-year-old, you choke on your breath. "I am glad that Kaoru is behaving, and I'll pass your sentiments along to his father when I drop him off later." He glances at your wrist before continuing. "Do you need help going home, L/N-san? I can drop you off." You shake your head in response. "It's alright! The station is right there and I live one station away." His beautiful eyes observe your face, a hint of worry evident in his jaw-dropping face. Letting out a sigh, he nods.

"Alright, but please be safe and get help if you need."

"Mhm! Thank you."

You bow to him and glance at Kaoru. "Kaoru-kun, have a good weekend, okay?" "Okay, Y/N-sensei. Bye bye." Smiling, you walk to the subway station.

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Unlocking the door to your apartment with your good hand, you lock the door behind you and slump down at the entrance. Today's events have just begun sinking and marinating in your mind.

"Oh. My. God."

Glancing at your left wrist, you bite your lip. 'Gosh, I hope it heals before Monday so I can return to normal.' Standing up again, you trod over to the fridge and open it. Inside, you grab leftover fried rice from breakfast and put it in the microwave. As you wait for it, you instantly think of Japan's Hottest Hero, the man that saved you, and then your cheeks seem to catch on fire.

'Oh my God, I just met him and I'm already obsessed!!'

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A/N: Whew! What a mess! Thank you all for reading the first part of 'Obsessed' and I hope that you enjoyed it!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I love pro hero Shouto and his family so writing his little nephew Kaoru was THE CUTEST THING EVER!! Fun fact: His hyper fixation on collecting rocks reflects my own younger brother's dinosaur hyper fixation (like many other young boys).

I promise that Shouto's POV will also cook once I get that started and ready for you (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) so I hope that you look forward to that! In the meantime, I want to say THANK YOU to everyone's support throughout my Tumblr journey so far! My recent work received a lot of support and love, and I am truly grateful for everyone 🥺🫶🏻I really think that I have been cooking this November (and the last few days of October), so hopefully you all feel the same!

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes#4 SPEED-

UA Secretary+Assistant Quirkless Y/n kicking the door to 1A classroom to Mic teaching English...Shota sleeping like

Secretary!Y/n*bursts into the classroom out of breath* Everyone… Everyone get on the fucking bus!

Hizashi: Y/n, you can’t just kick the door off its hinges and scream at us!

Secretary!Y/n: There’s a new buffet in the city! And I got us…*pulls out a piece of paper* a coupon for FREE EVERYTHING!

Shota & Hizashi: …

Class 1A:...

Shota*Crawling out of his sleeping bag motioning the kids to pack up* Everyone gets in the fucking bus!!!

Hizashi*Running out of the classroom*IM GETTING ERI!?-

...being "parents" to a bunch of kids makes for fun tiny adventures-

sequel to:

[pixiedvst333]

im begging for you to make a drummer bakugou based on that "i hate attention" video on tiktok of the girl on his lap

➻ omg i don't know which tiktok u mean i'll be so real, i think i might've found the right one but if i'm wrong i'll rework it ^-^ just lmk!

notes: nsfw themes, 16+, quirkless!au, band!au

context: katsuki bakugo is a drummer in a band, with jirou (singer), kirishima (basist) and kaminari (lead guitarist). y/n is jirou's best friend. masterlist

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katsuki bakugo was always full of surprises. from the great effort he took into spiking his hair, to the deep black eyeliner he smudged on his waterline, it seemed like every week, you found out something new about him. originally, he was simply a hot-headed classmate who sat two rows in front of you, only interested in body-building and heavy music, while you were seemingly distant and dry.

so you were shocked when you found out your best friend, kyoka jirou, was in a band with him. sure, you should've expected it. while his hair remained naturally blonde, he often liked to semi-dye the tips black, while painting his nails and keeping them short. it also shouldn't have surprised you that he was the drummer. from the flexing of his biceps to the therapeutic anger-relief of hitting the drum skins, it was undoubtedly a talent suited for him. and you couldn't deny he looked hot playing them.

the band contained him, jirou, kaminari & kirishima, yet your eyes would only lay on the spikey blonde. he had such an intense stage presence, his crimson eyes hunting the audience like prey as he showed off his strength and aura. it was embarrassing to admit to jirou that not only were you going to her gigs for her, but also for bakugo.

"y/n," jirou muttered, straightening her hair before a gig. she was sat sprawled in front of a dirty mirror, cigarette hanging from her mouth as she looked towards you. you were lying on her bed, scrolling though social media while you waited for the group to start. you were vip, of course. "could you do something for me for the gig?"

"sure, anything for you," you winked, glancing towards her before back at your phone.

"we're performing a song that's kinda trending at the moment. we're wanting to, you know, get seen on instagram, as cringe as it is," she explained, standing up and rolling up her knee-high socks. "but the trend includes someone sitting on the drummer during the solo."

"right," you answered confidently, roughly knowing what trend she meant. "and what are you wanting me to do? find someone who'll do it?"

she went silent, a small, smug grin on her lips as she took a long, drawn out inhale. "no, i want you to do it."

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and that's exactly how you ended up on stage. albeit in front of around 450 people, you were still on stage. with lights on you. and a man's LAP to stradle.

you'd only agreed after multiple pleas from jirou. apparently the majority of girls they auditioned just didn't get along with bakugo's rough nature and snotty attitude, and considering he felt awkward himself with these women, they'd had to narrow it down to people he knew. and that just happened to be you.

the music was blaring around you, a cover of type o negative being slammed on guitar and getting the crowd wild. it was becoming your time, and you began to dance towards the drummer, who was so entranced by his own performance that he barely saw you coming. heart in your throat but showing off a false confidence, you sultured over, before enthusiastically throwing yourself on top of bakugo. you heard him grunt under his breath, attempting to get comfortable while thrashing the drumset. by this point, he was topless. the heat of the atmosphere and humidity had all four artists hot and bothered. it didn't bother you, however, as you were in awe by his beauty up close.

"sorry," you muttered under your breath, going beat red in the face as you performed a lap dance on him, your hands clasped on his shoulders as you turned your face to the crowd, a sly look on your face as you watched audience members fien jealousy.

"don't be," he answered, his eyes shooting daggers through yours as he stared at you. his hands continued to thrash, fingers brushing against your skin whenever he could. "do i look like i'm complaining, freak?"

you bit your lip as you realised he was into it, a slight hue slithering over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. it bought you an unimaginable confidence and, being recorded by none other than ashido, you put on a show. bouncing, pretending to kiss him, playing with his hair... anything sultry, and you were doing it. he kept his eyes on you, and you noticed his eyes slip down your top occasionally as he checked you out. sure, maybe you were all he could see, but he was being blatant. and you were sure you could feel movement beneath you...

the cue for you to get off the stage was coming up, however; the song was coming to an end, so they could finish up the set and go for drinks. you'd been told by jirou to do something drastic, something memorable as you left, but considering you and bakugo had performed a softcore lapdance, you weren't sure where to go from there. you looked at him desperately, unsure what to do, and he 'tchd'.

"just follow my lead," he muttered, glaring at jirou before leaning forwards. you followed, your back now against the bass drum and the high toms. your eyes widened as he threw the sticks behind him, roughly took your chin in his hands, and kissed you.

your arms draped around his shoulders, melting into the kiss you'd only dreamed of. he smelled like deep caramel and musk, and his hands scaled up your shirt to feel your skin. he'd made out like kissing you was a chore, when he seemed to be enjoying every moment. you heard jirou scream in delight, saying something stupid to the crowd you didn't fully hear. but once you were let go by the blonde, he rolled his eyes and pulled you off the kit.

"now get the fuck out of my sight," he said loudly, keeping the shit-eating persona up for the audience as he gestured you off the stage. completely stunned from the whole experience, you nodded as you tried to stop your legs from turning to jelly.

"mhm!" you answered, completely unable to make eye-contact with the man. but, even so, you felt him grab your arm. turning, he pulled you to his ear, whispering so the audience couldn't hear. and his words made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"meet me in the back. twenty minutes."

an. i hope this is ok for u :)

[bugiseverywhere]

quirkless au katsuki bakugo, who’s fresh out of college and meets you for the first time, hanging out with his idiot friends who didn’t introduce the two of you sooner.

(This turned out way longer than expected. Oops)

August is already right around the corner. The streets are beginning to fill up as it seems everyone’s preparing for the school season. The sun beating down on everything, illuminating the streets he’s walking down.

“Mina just texted, said everyone’s there. Wanna stop here and get something to drink before we head to her place?” Katsuki nodded and followed kirishima who was already opening the door to some local coffee shop katsuki never really remembered the name of.

Him and kirishima have spent, what seems like, the whole summer together. Not that katsuki had a choice in it. Both agreeing to rent an apartment after graduating. Kiri protesting it was the cheaper route for them both, and that he needed the company. Katsuki didn’t mind it at the time, but the more his roommate and friends dragged him around the city, the more he wished he would’ve just moved back home with his old hag.

an hour ago:

“C’mon bro, you can’t keep trying to hide in the apartment all summer.”

“I already said I’m not in the fucking mood to babysit you guys. Go without me.” katsuki retorts as he throws himself on the couch. He tried to ignore the phone calls from kaminari, sero, and mina, but it was hard to ignore kirishima when he can just show up whenever he pleases.

“It’ll be fun man! And you won’t have to babysit us. It’s just a cookout at Mina’s, nothing bad, I swear!” kirishima slams the door shut behind him pointing at katsuki who was trying his hardest to avoid the conversation, “Seriously I’m not leaving until you agree to go. I already let you get out of the last time!”

“Whatever.”

end of flashback.

After he finished being bombarded by everyone (mostly Mina who was pissed he ignored her 7 missed phone calls and 20 unanswered text messages) katsuki had settled himself in the kitchen of Mina’s lake house.

Often throughout high school, the group would find themselves spending weekends/holidays out at this place. Mina’s parents used to live in the house during the summer seasons to get away from the city, but in the groups first year of college, it was given to Mina to do whatever she pleased with.

Unlike the hustle and bustle the city, katsuki didn’t mind the quiet atmosphere out here and always enjoyed when the group would get together and hang out. Even if it did drive him absolutely insane sometimes.

The sun was already setting by the time he and kirishima arrived. Everyone inside helping mina get the food ready.

Except for you.

Katsuki hadn’t seen you before. No one said anything about someone else being here. Were you with Sero? Maybe Kaminari, but last katsuki checked him and jirou were still together?

“Y/n. She’s a friend from one of my classes last year. I tried to tell you she would be here but you decided to ignore my phone calls.” Katsuki shifted his gaze from you to Mina who was staring at him with attitude.

“why’s she sittin out there by herself? She weird or something?”

“Nah. She just probably doesn’t want to listen to everyone. She’s kind of like you in way. Gets annoyed easily. Especially by these two morons.” Mina repsponded as she smacked Denki and Sero on the hands as they were trying to sneak pieces of food she was cutting up for dinner.

Katsuki hummed in response as he looked back in your direction. He wondered if he’s ever crossed paths with you before. He must’ve at somepoint right? Not that it really mattered.

As Mina finished prepping the food, katsuki left the kitchen and found himself in the living room lost to a conversation kiri, sero and denki were having. During this time he must’ve not noticed you move in the living room until sero chirped out, “hey she’s finally not pissed at us kaminari!”

The comment making you giggle softly as you made your way to sit next to the two. “You guys make my ears want to bleed. I just needed to not hear you two talk for a bit.” Your eyes moved from them and glanced in katsuki’s direction.

His heart skipped a beat when you smiled and opened your mouth to introduce yourself to him. what the fuck-

“You’re bakugo right? Mina’s talked about you a bit. It’s nice to meet you finally.” You were beautiful. Katsuki found himself lost for words, which wasn’t particularly normal for him. All he could get out was a,

“Uh- Yeah.” Just as he was about to try and say something else, Mina shouted that the food was ready. You, denki, and sero, made your ways to the kitchen, working through the food. Katsuki stayed in his seat on the couch watching you talk and laugh at the boys and mina.

You must’ve met them all before.

How come they never said anything about you sooner?

Why does he care this much, he just met you.

“Mina introduced us to her about a month ago. Y’know, the last time you decided to not hang out with us” kirishima stared at katsuki with a half assed smile on his face.

“Why is everyone being such a prick about that. I didn’t feel like coming out here. Besides no one told me Mina was gonna bring her.” Kirishima laughed at katsuki as he stood up from the couch, looking down at the blonde,

“I don’t know man, seems to me you’re just pissed you didn’t meet her sooner.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, kicking kirishima in the shin. His eyes shifted back to you and met your gaze which was already staring at him.

Little did katsuki know, you just finished fighting with Mina about how she didn’t tell you her hot friend from college was going to be here tonight.

God, you could just kill her, and so could katsuki.

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I did not proofread this so I apologize in advance if it is horrible. I just needed to get it out of my head. 🙏

[dopeyz]

Sparks and Silence

Pairing: Student!Bakugou x Fem!Quirkless Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn

About: a quirk-less girl gets into ua and intrigues THE katuski Bakugous interest

Warnings: none? Maybe angst, no smut

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Your first day at U.A. felt like stepping into a world where you didn’t belong. The prestigious hero academy was filled with the best of the best—students with powerful quirks, insane skills, and unshakable confidence. And then there was you, quirkless.

You had fought tooth and nail to get in, acing the written exams and proving in the interview that you were just as capable, even without a quirk. But that didn’t mean the stares, the whispers, and the occasional scoffs didn’t sting.

That’s how you first caught Bakugou Katsuki’s attention.

At first, he didn’t bother with you—why would he? You weren’t a threat, weren’t competition. But then, he started to notice things. How you never backed down from a challenge, how you studied like hell, how you kept up in training despite having no flashy power to rely on.

One day, after another grueling combat class, you sat on the sidelines, panting, bruised, but determined. Bakugou stomped over, arms crossed, eyes sharp.

“The hell’s your deal?” he asked bluntly.

You wiped sweat from your brow, looking up at him. “What do you mean?”

He clicked his tongue. “You fight like you’ve got something to prove.”

You shrugged. “Maybe I do.”

That should’ve been the end of it, but it wasn’t. After that, Bakugou started paying more attention. He didn’t go easy on you in sparring, didn’t sugarcoat his words, but oddly enough, he didn’t mock you for being quirkless either. Instead, he challenged you, pushed you harder, called you an idiot whenever you overexerted yourself.

Somehow, that turned into late-night study sessions, where he’d grumble about you being slow but still help explain things. It turned into stolen moments in the gym, where he’d wordlessly spot you during strength training. It turned into him shoving extra food onto your plate at lunch, muttering about how “a weakling like you needs to eat more.”

It wasn’t traditional, wasn’t soft, but it was undeniably Bakugou.

One evening, as you packed your things after training, he lingered by the door. “Oi.”

You glanced up. “Yeah?”

His eyes flickered away, lips pressing into a thin line before he huffed. “You’re not weak.”

Your breath hitched.

“Not everyone agrees,” you said quietly.

“Tch.” He turned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Then they’re all fucking idiots.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest. Maybe you didn’t belong in a world of quirks. But here, in this moment, with Bakugou beside you?

You didn’t feel out of place at all.

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Word count: 498

[sugarlywhispers]

b.katsuki x reader (fem) | quirkless!reader, prohero!dynamight, arranged marriage au.

a.n; fare warning, THIS IS A MONSTER<3 lol

Fuckin' Marry Me Series | First Part | Second Part |

The gentle sound of the scribble your pen makes over the paper, right where it requires your formal signature, is heard louder than you expected in that tense silence. Well, it isn't a bad silence, but more like an anxious one. One that has Bakugou, who is sitting right next to you, literally shaking his right leg up and down continuously, even though you already told him you would do this.

And what does ‘this’ mean? It means you agreed to marry Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki. To help him finally be free from his own mother's clutches.

You had a hard time believing in the whole story he told you when he knocked on your door last Sunday morning –almost tearing down the door actually– after his father died. Even though you had agreed that same day, you asked him for a few days to clear your head a bit. He accepted, respecting your space even at work, which was weird.

A normal day at work always starts with a banter with this same man right at the entrance of the company and it follows until you enter the elevator. Everyone is already used to it, so they ignore both of you. It mostly ends when you have to get off on the floor where your office is, which is one under the one where all heroes keep their hero costumes and get changed. Of course, sometimes the banter would continue if you were assigned to work with Hero Dynamight through the earbuds that connected you at a distance.

That Monday morning though, was different. Weird for everyone who looked at both of you in shock. The moment you stood in front of the other right outside the company, everyone was waiting for it to happen, yet found themselves opening their eyes wide in surprise as you and Bakugou simply bowed slightly in hello and walked towards the building in complete silence. It followed inside the elevator, where he willingly stood next to you –you always stood on each side of it to avoid even accidentally touching. Nobody could believe their eyes. Especially when it was your moment to walk out on your floor and he said, “See ya’ around”, and you turned your head towards him and slightly smiled, murmuring a timidly, “You too. Take care outside.”

That day you weren't assigned to work with him, nor the two days after –in which these same actions and words were repeated by both of you every morning– yet you could feel the whispers and gossip around about this neutral ground between you two. Your boss even called you to his office to ask if everything was okay.

You internally laughed at the situation. It was so normal for you to fight with Bakugou that everyone found it weird and worrisome if you didn't. It was actually hilarious.

Wednesday shift had you entering the office at 5 p.m. and would have you leaving at almost 3 a.m. –if the hero assigned to you didn't get caught in a villain fight around that time. So when you were about to take the elevator and its door opened, you almost bumped into a freshly showered and already leaving Bakugou Katsuki.

“Oh, hey…”

“Hey,” he answered back. Both of you took a step out of the elevator, standing right in front of each other. One of his hands flew to the back of his head, scratching it and making small droplets of his still wet hair fall as he spoke, “I was, ummm, gonna talk to you today… but, umm, your shift…”

“Oh yeah, it's night shift today,” you nodded, hands holding the strap of your bag, trying to look casual and not let the nerves be shown. “Yours finished?”

“Yeah, tomorrow's night shift for me.”

“I know, I'm with you tomorrow,” you smiled.

His eyebrows pulled up, nodding in acceptance, “Cool.”

Yours frown, tilting your head a bit to the side, “Is it? Since when?” Now that you think about it, all that neutral ground between you two was very weird. New, but weird.

He rolled his eyes, hands hiding inside the pockets of his jacket.

“Since I'm trynna marry y–”

“Shhhh! Shut it, not here!” He smirked arrogantly. Ah, there's the comeback of the old annoying Bakugou.

“I–...”

“KATSUKI!” 

A screeching yell made the hairs of your arms stand in alert, completely unexpected for you. Yet for the man in front of you was a sound he was very familiar with. He grunted, his mood completely changing into anger as he turned around towards the yell.

“The fuck are you doing here, old hag?”

Oh. His mother.

You have seen her at a distance before, never actually got to meet her personally or even hear her voice –you were glad about that last particular fact though, she sounded awful.

You didn't miss to recognize the position Bakugou had you at the moment when he turned around and covered your small form behind his massive body from his mother to even acknowledge your presence there. You're grateful for his surprising and kind of sensitive tact. He's giving you an out from that, what you know for sure was going to be, a quite tense moment.

“I fucking told you, you need to hurry! I’m not fucking waiting for you any longer!” She yelled again, not caring at all about the place she was nor the people around in the lobby.

Bakugou looked to the side, taking a very deep breath before pinching his nose. His hand then hung loosely on the side of his body, but he kept opening and closing his hand in a fist. Oh wow, he was really holding himself back.

You didn't know what possessed you to do what you did or why, but you acted before thinking.

Your hand flew towards his, holding his trembling fist tightly. You knew it took him by surprise, but he hid it well by standing straighter, body still hiding you behind him. You knew for a fact that his face didn’t show any emotion other than anger, so nothing was amiss. His arm flexed behind him, bringing yours with his, as his hand opened and held yours tightly back.

This had been the very first time you willingly touched him. The first time you actually ever touched him at all. And your eyes couldn't leave the sight of his big hand fully surrounding yours, making you feel smaller than ever. I mean, you had eyes, he was a freaking hulk next to you. But the warm feeling of it enclosing yours securely made you feel safe, protected. It also felt calloused, a hand that was used every day to bring down bad guys and protect a whole nation, if not the world. Yet the warmth in it made your whole body tingle.

Fuck. What was this?

“I fuckin’ told you not to come in the first place,” he didn't need to yell, his voice sounded loud and clear even at the distance.

“HURRY THE FUCK UP!”

You tightened your hold on his hand, just to ground him in support. He sighed, returning the gesture to thank you before saying in his mother's direction, “I'm fuckin’ going, you pain in the ass”, and walked towards her, letting go of your hand.

His mother simply turned and walked in front of him outside of the building. She never realized you had been there the whole time.

The moment had been so stressful, and if that was what Bakugou had to deal with every day since he was born, damn. You actually felt sorry for him.

Thanks to the glass walls of the lobby you could watch the Bakugous walk towards the expensive car waiting for them outside. They were clearly shit-talking to each other the whole way, until before they got inside the car, his mother actually slapped the back of his head strongly. Twice.

A rising rage traveled up your body, hands closing in fists. What the fuck?! Who the fuck did she think she was? Why the hell did she need to fucking hit him like that, twice? Why the hell did she do it at all? Fuck, you were starting to believe in everything Bakugou told you about her.

“You get it now, don't you?” Izuku's voice from behind you made you jump a bit in surprise.

You cleared your throat, looking elsewhere and breathing deeply, trying to clear your head. 

“I don't–”

Izuku's hand raised, making you go silent. “Before you come up with a clever excuse, let me remind you that Kacchan and I have been friends since diapers… and we talk to each other.”

His eyeing made you gulp, but his words were clear enough, “You know then.”

He nodded, hand detaining the elevator’s doors so you both could enter, him after you. “He came to my apartment right after and told me all that happened. I was at the funeral too.”

He didn't need to explain anymore, it was more than clear he was talking about last Sunday when Bakugou asked you to marry him. You knew his father had died sometime Saturday afternoon and that the funeral was held that same night. Bakugou had come to your apartment right after his father had been cremated.

“I know you two fight like cats and dogs all the time, but he's not that bad once you give him a chance. And by what you just saw, I know you understand now why he's always on the defensive.”

You sigh. Damn it, you do. Growing up in an environment like that made you think it was actually a miracle Bakugou turned out the way he did.

“I also know that you agreed to marry him to help him be finally free from his mother,” he confirmed out loud once the doors of the elevator closed and it was just the two of you in there.

“Any advice?”

He chuckled, turning his whole body and looking directly at you, “Be open-minded. Kacchan's mouth sometimes opens before he thinks and his words don't mean what he actually intended, but his actions speak louder than anything.”

You rolled your eyes. Ugh, you were feeling the stress already.

The elevator signaled that you had arrived at your floor, so you sighed, nodding in his way as an answer and walking outside. But before the doors closed, Izuku held them for a bit longer to talk again.

“Also… Be smarter.”

“Than him?” You asked confused.

“Than her.”

And with that, he let the doors close, a smile plastered on his face that told on all the mischief his eyes shined with.

This little… cheeky bastard.

The audacity.

You made a mental note to punch Izuku the next time you bumped into him. On purpose.

Throughout the rest of the day, you couldn't get that image of Bakugou being abused by his own mother out of your head. Because yes, it was fucking abuse. And in fucking public! How many times had this happened already? And why the fuck no one had ever said or done anything against it? Even when he was a kid?!

It was outrageous.

And the fact that Bakugou held himself back, because you knew he did, not only because she was his mother but also because she was a woman –and you could bet she fucking used that at her advantage– only spoke about the kind of man he was.

Bakugou Katsuki is a good man.

You took your cell phone out and searched for his contact number, your fingers flying over the keyboard.

You: Make the appointment for this Friday.

His reply didn't take long.

Bakugou K.: Done.

You took a deep breath. The decision was made. And you were not going to back out from it. Or so you hoped.

Another notification made your phone ring and it was another text message.

Bakugou K.: Thank you.

The beginning of a smile threatened to break out from your mouth as you re-read that message several times. Until the loud pip-ing that alerted a villain attack completely distracted you, or more like, brought you back to reality.

The rest of the days went faster than you expected.

The shift on Wednesday ended on time, miraculously. So at exactly 3 a.m. you were turning off your computer and putting your stuff back in your bag. You had several notifications on your phone but didn't feel like giving them your attention at that moment, choosing to concentrate on clearing your space and going back home. You let out several yawns when you got inside the elevator, holding yourself on the handrail, sleep having you on the verge of passing out tired of the stressful days. For some reason, villains chose that week to be more active than usual, which demanded more of your focus and being in constant alert mode.

When the doors finally opened on the lobby floor, you walked towards the check-in clock to mark the end of your shift. You bowed goodbye to the receptionist and walked towards the entrance of the company. For a moment, you entertained your mind with the idea of taking a taxi to get home faster. But damn it, that was expensive, and you were not going to waste money like that. And even if you wanted to, you couldn't.

You sighed, covering your neck as best as you could with your coat once you crossed the doors, and began your walk in the direction you needed to go. It was a very chilly night, but because it was Spring, you didn't expect such cold weather.

You were thinking about how you'd have to resist this coldness until you got home when you looked up and recognized Bakugou's obviously expensive car and him resting against it, arms crossed over his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

“You didn't check your messages, short-legs?”

You denied, head shaking, “I finished the shift and packed everything. Wanted to leave as soon as possible…”

He snorted, shaking his head, “Get in. I'll take you home.”

“Oh, it's okay. I can walk…”

He frowned, “The fuck you think I would be here for then? Get in the car, dumbass.”

“Geez. Okay! No need to get grumpy, asshole.”

You rounded his car towards the passenger seat and climbed in. He followed and got on the driver's side.

The inside was warm, as the heater had been on. You smiled gladly, rubbing your freezing-cold hands to warm them up faster.

“Can't believe you were planning to walk home. Are you stupid?”

You opened your mouth, ready to fire back, but Izuku's words invaded your mind.

“…Kacchan's mouth sometimes opens before he thinks and his words don't mean what he actually intended, but his actions speak louder than anything…”

You thought for a moment, and it was actually easier than you thought to figure it out. Bakugou wasn't actually trying to insult you. He was worried that you would walk home that early in the morning, when the sun wasn't even out yet, in that weather.

Oh. That changed the perspective entirely.

“Yeah, actually,” you chuckled, hands still rubbing to heat them up. “I can't afford a taxi, and the subway isn't open yet.”

He turned on the car, but his attention was on you, “What you mean you can't afford a stupid taxi? Isn't your pay–…”

You denied, body relaxing a bit over the seat thanks to the warmth as he drove smoothly. You liked warm things. Spring was your favorite season because of it.

“Contrary to common belief, Quirk & Training Specialists don't gain much.”

“What?! Why? I mean… Most of the time is thanks to your area that we heroes are fuckin’ alive.”

“Awww. Thank you for admitting it! Now, would you admit that publicly?”

“Of fuckin’ course I would!”

You smiled, “Well, you would be the first one. Tell me, do you think other heroes would willingly admit that their wins sometimes belong to a ghost that tells them what to do or where to go through their earbuds?”

Your words made him close his mouth. Aha. Touché.

You chuckled, “It's okay, Bakugou. It's my job.”

“Now that I think about it, your name is nowhere to be seen in my reports. It's not even fuckin’ mentioned as a sidekick or something.”

“That's because I'm not a sidekick. I'm just a quirkless person who is observant enough to point you the best way to go. I'm not that important…”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You looked at him, trying to decipher what he meant. He didn't mean to insult you, what he was trying to say is, “don't say that about yourself”.

Wow. Izuku was so right about that advice. You made a mental note to thank him the next time you saw him. After punching him, of course.

The rest of the car ride was silent. But not uncomfortable. The gentle sound of the heater turned on was relaxing enough to even doze you a bit, warm and content.

Bakugou didn't speak until he parked right in front of your apartment building. You immediately noticed you had probably slept the rest of the way.

“I'm sorry, I think I fell asleep.”

“You think?” He chuckled, face looking your way. You snorted back, finding his teasing funny. His crooked smile made tingles run up your arms. Or was it the heater? Yes, that probably was it, the heater.

You cleared your throat and looked down at your seat belt and untied it –wait. You didn't remember putting it on. Did he… Did he put it on you when you fell asleep? Oh, my. You gulped, feeling the tingles run all over your body again. Fuck. You needed to leave that small space you shared with this man, like… now.

But before you did, you looked back at him one more time.

“Thank you… for driving me home,” you pulled a rebellious strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. You were indeed grateful that you actually didn't have to freeze on your way home, so you bowed slightly too.

You were about to open the door when he spoke.

“Wait,” you turned back at him and watched curiously as he opened the compartment, taking out a small folder.

He pushed it in your direction and looked expectantly at you. You took it, a bit doubtful, not quite understanding what it meant.

“I said I would sign a contract if that's what you wanted. It's just a draft, but I put some items in there that I want you to check. You can add some yourself. And if we both agree, we can sign it.”

Oh. “Oh, okay… I'll check it out and let you know.”

He nodded in response and you finally got out of the car and ran through the shocking cold towards your building. Inside the elevator, you pressed the folder over your chest. This felt way more real than what you felt earlier when you made the final decision and texted him.

But something tasted a bit… bitter. Was this something you had to do on your own? Like, the marriage was between the both of you. And while it wasn’t one out of a loving relationship, it was still something that included both. This contract thing felt like something you needed to sit down and review together.

You decided then.

Your hand searched for your phone in your bag, and ignoring all the notifications, you directly made the call.

Not one ring later, he picked up the call.

“Are you o–...”

“Did you leave?” You interrupted him before he could say anything else.

“No, I'm still down here.”

“Umm, are you tired? Cause if you are we can definitely leave it for tomorrow, or better said later, but I slept through the car ride so I'm not that tired anymore, but if you think–”

“Cut the fuckin’ rambling. Go to the point, short-legs.”

You sighed, fingers sliding through your hair and pulling it back. “If you want, he can revise this now. I think it's better if we do it together.”

You heard the intake of a deep breath, a relieved one, before he said, “Yeah… Okay. I'm on my way up.” The sound of the car's door closing confirmed he was on his way.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeated and then ended the call.

It took you both three hours and just one heated discussion to come to terms with each of the items. Both satisfied with the consensual agreements, you brought out your laptop and rewrote it. You printed two copies, one for each, that you both signed. That's how the contract was ready and done. Now the next and final step would be the marriage in front of a judge. That Friday. In one day.

“We need two witnesses,” you reminded him, to which he grunted.

“Right, I forgot about that.”

“Well, we already know who you are picking…”

He pulled up an eyebrow, looking in your direction, “Huh? And who am I picking, know-it-all?”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless, “Izuku.”

He tched, not admitting it out loud, but it was obvious you were right.

You chose to let it be and not cause any banter, mostly because you definitely felt more tired than a few hours back.

“Smart-ass. Then who are you picking, mmh?”

You shrugged, “I don't know. I was thinking Mina,” his groan made you chuckle, “but I think Jirou would keep a low profile better.”

“Yeah, good thinking.” You nodded in agreement. You loved Mina, and you knew he did too, but she couldn't keep things down sometimes. And one of the items was to keep a low profile throughout the whole marriage thing. Bakugou hated the press and paparazzi, and you weren't a fan of them either. Even though you had never been the center of attention of them, you actually preferred to keep it that way. On the low and as invisible as possible.

Thursday went very quiet and chill, which was very surprising considering it was Dynamight's shift. Sometimes, villains made you think they had a particular masochistic side and loved appearing whenever Pro Hero Dynamight was around. Some of them even loved to provoke him on purpose so he would yell all those obscenities towards them. And they enjoyed it. Freaks.

But not that Thursday. It had been a very peaceful one. It even found you chatting with Bakugou through the earbuds.

“So what now, ya’ gonna fuckin’ tell me Endeavor is better than All Might?”

“Oh, shut up, you All Might-obsessed-freak! I will admit All Might was huge, but you can't deny Endeavor stood his ground and made big stuff too.”

“Like fuckin’ what?”

“The fight with the nomu–”

“HA! Please! That was child's play. All Might took down AFO.”

“Yeah. But it was Deku who won against him in the end, not him. And All Might only fought twice against AFO. Endeavor killed a powerful nomu.”

“You are so fuckin’ blind!”

“You are the blind one!”

“How could you say Endeavor is better than All Might?!”

“I did not say that!”

“Wait– then what did y–?”

“I just said, Endeavor was N° 1 too. He was a Hero too. He deserves a bit of recognition.”

You could hear Bakugou’s snort, “So you like them complicated and misunderstood…”

Bakugou’s malice in his teasing was palpable, yet you always had an answer for him.

“Well… What does that say about you?”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!”

If you had been paying attention to your surroundings, you would have noticed all your co-workers smiling at your cute banter with Bakugou. Yet you were so invested in it, you didn't notice.

Conversations that also led to getting to know each other a little bit more also happened.

“I like orange. You?”

The question took you by surprise after almost half an hour of silence from both ends. Yet, it didn't surprise you at all his preference in color. It was kind of obvious.

“Figures. It doesn't surprise me at all–”

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Mine is purple.”

“Why?”

“Ummm, I don't know. I always pictured that if I had become a Hero, my costume would be purple. I decided that even before I knew if I had a Quirk or not.”

You had said it in a conversational tone, never intended to make him feel some type of way. Yet, he still asked, “And is still your favorite, even after–”

“–after I found out I am quirkless? Yes. Why wouldn't it be?”

“Mmmh,” was his simple answer.

The shift ended peacefully and on time, which both of you were grateful for, considering what the following day was.

When the shift was over, you waited a considerate couple of minutes. Minutes it would take the heroes to come back from their shift to the company. Then, you got inside the elevator but instead of going down, you went one floor up.

Your phone rang with a notification.

Bakugou K.: You asked her yet?

You rolled your eyes. So impatient.

You: No, I'm about to. I'm on your floor.

Bakugou K.: Slow ass.

You still wanted to punch him, sometimes.

You put your phone back inside your bag as you walked towards the girls’ wing of the floor, completely avoiding even looking at the boys' wing way. You knocked two times before Ochako opened the door slightly to look who it was.

“Oh, hi, Y/N!”

“Y/N!”

“Hi!”

“Hello, Y/N.”

“HI BABY!!” 

All the girls present that shift greeted you cheerfully, especially Mina. You greeted back while entering the room and closing the door behind you.

You chatted with all of them here and there as they got changed, not an ounce of shyness between all of you. You were friends with almost all of them, having already worked with the majority of the girls and hung out with them many times. You knew almost all about them. Their sleep faces, their ugly cries, their drunk personalities. All of it. And they knew you too. That's why you didn't need to be subtle at all when you said, “I actually need to speak with Jirou for a moment”. Everyone understood and took it nicely as they hurried a bit their way into their clothes and grabbed their stuff before leaving you two alone. 

All of them knew you and Jirou had a special friendship, a close one. She was the one you always went to when you really needed to confide in someone with something deep within you. The same thing was for Jirou. You were actually the first one of all to know when Denki confessed his feelings to her, and even talked her through her own ‘secret’ feelings for him.

“What's up, buddy?” She straddled one of the benches and sat, patting the place in front of her for you to follow.

You sat in front of her crossing your legs under you, your bag actually forgotten on the floor down the bench.

“I'm going to tell you something, but I need you to keep an open mind and listen to it all before you say anything.”

She jerked her head back a bit, already feeling confused, “You're scaring me already.”

“You have no idea…” You sighed and began the tell-tale.

Her eyes kept opening wider and wider with each thing you told her about what had been happening with you and Bakugou these last days.

What it felt like probably an hour later, you finished with, “So, that's why… we are going to get married tomorrow.”

Jirou fastly stood up, almost jumping a few steps back, and pointed a finger at you.

“That's it! That's why you have been so civil to each other! I knew something was up with– WAIT,” oh yeah, you thought she hadn't quite listened to what you just said. But then it came, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! Y/N!! YOU'RE FUCKING JOKING.”

You shook your head, “No, I'm not.” The calmness and firm tone in which you answered made her sidetrack tons in her own reaction, as she sat back down in front of you and took your hands in hers.

“Honey, it isn't your obligation to do any of this. You know that, right?”

You smiled, the clear worry in Jirou's eyes warming your little heart. You had such a good friend.

“I do. But I want to do this. For him.” You were sincere, and you knew Jirou could see it in your eyes too.

“Even though you don’t like each other??”

“Even though we don’t like each other.”

You repeated, but your tone was decisive. Jirou looked at you silently for a moment, then sighed and nodded.

“Okay… Whatever you choose, I'm here for and with you.” Your arms immediately surrounded her neck in a hug. She returned it gladly, patting your back in reassurance. “And if he hurts you, just tell me. I'll make him pay.”

You laughed amusingly. “I know you will. But this isn't the only thing I'm here for.”

She groaned, “There's more?! I don't know how much my heart can take...”

“Well, will it survive if I ask you to be my witness tomorrow?”

Jirou's eyes filled with tears before it was her turn to surround your neck in a tight hug.

“I'll take that as a yes,” you both giggled, hugging each other tight.

Twenty minutes later you were both leaving the building of the company and you walked her towards the motorcycle parking lot where she had hers.

“I'll text you the location in the morning.”

“Alright, I can't wait for it!” She said excitedly, but then, she looked more intently at you. “I just want to say, this thing you're doing is beyond heroic. You're literally being a Hero right now.”

Her words touched something inside you that made you want to cry like a baby. Something so deep it made you feel like floating away with the harsh galloping your heart made against your chest. It didn't make sense, yet it actually did.

You gulped looking down at your feet, strongly holding back the cry that threatened to be released right in your throat.

“You need a ride back home?” She asked, completely ignoring –for your sake and out of respect– your glassy eyes.

“I'll take her home,” Bakugou's voice in the distance surprised both of you, yet you had been expecting something like this to happen. Something told you he would be waiting you after his shift.

Jirou looked at you waiting for your approval, and when you nodded, she put on her helmet and turned on her bike. You walked towards where Bakugou was standing with Jirou riding next to you, and when she was next to him, she said, “You better take care of my friend, or I'll come for your ass, don't care you're my friend too.”

Bakugou snorted, “I know you will, Ears.” He smiled, pulling down her face shield to annoy her. She punched him friendly on the shoulder before waving and driving away.

“She said yes then.”

You both began walking towards what you thought he had parked his car. “Yep. What did Izuku say?”

He rolled his eyes, “You know he said yes.”

You smiled, “I know, I was just being friendly and asked.”

“Smart-ass.”

“I am really going to punch you again, don't tempt me.”

“Yeah… If that one punch could be considered a punch, it would be ‘again’.”

“Oh, so you do want me to…”

You tried to reach his shoulder, but this time he was fast enough to dodge it expertly. “You really are slow, huh?” He mocked walking backwards and smirking.

“You want slow, asshole…”

He laughed, turning around and running away as you ran towards him trying to catch him.

He was a stupidly fast idiot.

So now, it is Friday, and you sit right next to Bakugou Katsuki. Both of you are in front of a judge who is officially marrying you. Jirou sits on your left, while Izuku sits on Bakugou's right. And you have just finished writing your signature where the bride's one goes. Bakugou has already signed his. It isn't until you put the pen down on the table that Bakugou stops bouncing his leg and breathes in deep.

You want to laugh, finding his nerves quite funny. But you get it. This means more than just marriage to him.

It's freedom.

And you can't even imagine how nerve-racking that must feel for him. After all these years that he had to follow his mother's command and will just so he could follow his own dream, now he would be free.

That in itself brings you such a happy feeling for him.

If anyone would have ever told you that you would be doing this for none other than Bakugou-annoying ass-Katsuki, you would have sent them to a psychiatrist. Immediately.

Fate is a strange thing.

After the turn for the witnesses to sign, the judge says boringly, “By the authority vested in me by the government of Tokyo, I pronounce you husband and wife.”

He doesn't even wait nor expect the newlyweds to kiss or exchange rings as he closes the book and gives Bakugou the previous enrollment you both signed.

And that is it. You are officially married to Bakugou Katsuki.

“Who are you with on today's shift? What time are you out?”

His questions make you come back to reality after a quiet drive toward the company in his car, which you spend looking at the golden ring that now adorns your left hand. When you look up, the shining of the golden ring on his left hand catches your attention as he circles the steering wheel so the car turns on a corner, the company appearing in your view in the distance.

“Umm, I'm with Izuku. If everything goes well, at 3 a.m.”

“Okay. I’ll come pick you up.”

“Bakugou, it’s okay, I can walk home,” you insist for the nth time.

“Bullshit–”

“–Besides, you have morning patrol tomorrow,” you continue, completely ignoring his dirty mouth, “You can’t interrupt your sleep like this every time I have this shift. You need to be awake for your job.”

He grunts, muttering something that you can’t quite decipher what he said. You roll your eyes, thinking he acts like a petulant child sometimes.

A moment later, Bakugou enters the parking lot with his car, to which you look confused at him. Why is he entering the company on his day off?

He answers even before you can articulate your words, “I need to pick up some unfinished reports I have to turn in tomorrow.”

You pull up an eyebrow, untying the seatbelt and getting out of his car once he finally parks, “Wow. Dynamight is lacking on his paperwork?”

“Shut up, short-legs.”

You snort at his lighthearted insult as you walk together inside the company. But right when you both cross the big doors, Bakugou stops and looks at you. You frown confused, he then motions down with his head and you see his hand open, waiting. Oh, right.

Item n°2: Act like we are in a real relationship. The lawyers for the companies always investigate deeper into each hero, so that their status and validation of mental sanity are correlated.

You put your hand over his, both closing on each other, its warmth making those damn tingles run up your arm. But neither of you says anything as you walk through the lobby of the company holding hands.

Everyone who looks opens their eyes wide, one of the receptionists even spills her coffee drink out of shock. You hold yourself from laughing. Another of the receptionists looks you up and down, a clear disgusted expression on her face. Ops. Well, it’s not like you liked her either.

However, both you and Bakugou walk with your heads held high. You know how shocking and out of character the image of you both holding hands like a couple looks. And fast, everything happened so fast. You can already hear the gossip about whatever this is that you might have with Bakugou is way too fast. But you haven’t done everything you did for them. It is for him. As surprising as that sounds, even for you.

He walks with you towards the clock where you have to mark your entrance, never dropping your hand as you do. Then, you walk together to the elevator waiting for it to arrive. As you wait and look down at your shoes, you feel before you actually see his other hand moving, fingers brushing against your ear when he tugs a strand of your hair that had been over your face. Surprised, you look up at him but still smile in thanks.

Bakugou retracts his hand quickly and puts it inside the pocket of his jacket, looking back at the elevator. You would tease him for the little blush his cheeks are showing, but you decide it’s not the moment, considering how all eyes are on you two.

When it arrives and you get in, standing very close to each other while watching how everyone tries to peep inside to see if you’re still holding hands or if anything else happens between you two, you both jolt a bit when a wild and hurried Izuku suddenly enters the elevator, jacket half off and hair disheveled. He also looks in surprise at you two, eyes traveling down at your connected hands. A shit-eating grin appears on his face as the doors of the elevator close.

“Shut up.”

Bakugou and you speak at the same time.

Izuku snorts, hands in the air in a sign of surrender. “Wasn’t going to say anything…”

“I sense a ‘but’...” You roll your eyes, and Bakugou hums in agreement.

The greenette smiles wider, “But I understand now why everyone was looking like they saw All Might in person.”

Bakugou insults him, just because he always wants to have the final say, making Izuku laugh out loud amused. You decide to ignore both of them until the elevator arrives at your floor.

“Don’t blow up the elevator,” you warn them both after Izuku answers back at Bakugou, just to spite him. Your hand gives Bakugou one last squeeze in goodbye before walking out, “I’m with you today, Izuku.”

“Oh, cool! I’ll get connected in a bit.” You nod in his direction and look at Bakugou one last time, smiling and waving.

The doors close and you don’t get to see him smile back at you.

The shift, as always with Pro Hero Deku, is not calm or chill. It’s hectic and dangerous, and it keeps demanding all your focus and senses on alert.

“You know, sometimes I believe you have a magnet for trouble stuck up in your ass…” you hear Izuku spill the drink he must have been probably about to swallow. You chuckle devilishly. Wow, two times in a day you make someone spill their drink, that must be a record.

“Damn. Not twenty-four hours of being married to him, and you are already influenced.”

“Oh, shut it,” you both laugh amicably.

Again, the pip-ing of alert sounds in your computer. You sigh, “Deku, another threat five streets down where you’re at now.”

“On my way!”

“See? A magnet in your ass…” Izuku laughs.

You both don’t get to chat about another thing that is not your job again for the rest of the shift.

At exactly 3:10 a.m. you let out a tired sigh, stretching your arms above you and moving your body from side to side as gentle cracks sound from your backbone. After Deku pushes a villain inside a police car and looks at it drive away for a moment, his yawn that you hear through the earbuds passed on to you as you involuntarily copy the action.

“That was the last one. I’m going back,” you agree with him as you press the option on the system that notifies everyone on the shift that your hero is coming back to headquarters.

“Done.”

“Thanks, Y/N, great work today!”

“You did it all, buddy.”

“Oh, no! None of us heroes could do it without you. All of you, really.”

You frown, a bit surprised. I mean, Izuku is always polite and thanks you after every shift, but today feels different. Like he is purposely saying that, as if he knew someone important was listening to their connection.

“You are… welcome?” You actually don’t know what to say. He simply chuckles.

By orders from your area, you can't leave until Deku’s entered the company back again, so you use that time to finish gathering your things and closing the system.

“I'm back. Wait for me, Y/N. I'll take you home,” not longer than five minutes later Izuku says through the earbuds.

“Oh. You don't have–”

“Kacchan asked me to.”

His words shut you up. But he doesn't wait for your answer as he finally disconnects the communication. 

And you're left there, frozen for a moment, assimilating his words. Bakugou asked Izuku to take you home. He asked his best friend to take care of you, even when he knew Izuku would do it or offer on his own. Izuku always rode you home when you had night shifts together. Bakugou surely knows that. Then, why even mention it to his friend? Why personally ask Izuku to help you? Because… Bakugou didn't enter the company only for his unfinished paperwork. He did it to talk to Izuku. Was this… Bakugou taking care of you because you were married? Or because he wanted to?