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slayfics · 10 months

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You know how you did You get caught trying to sneak into Katsuki’s room. Can you do a reverse one? Like, one where the guys get caught sneaking into the readers room? I feel like it be a chaotic mess and super funny lol 😂

Katsuki gets caught sneaking into your room.

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"Man, are you sure we won't get caught?" Eijiro said, following Katsuki reluctantly to the girl's side of the dorms.

"We will if you keep complaining so loud shitty hair!" Katsuki barked back at him.

"Sorry, I'm just nervous, you know?" Eijiro said in a much quieter voice.

"It's fine, trust me," Katsuki reassured his friend. "Besides, they both miserably failed and got caught by Iida last time so- it has to be us to sneak over this time," Katsuki explained as he hit the button for the girl's elevator.

Eijiro laughed at the thought of the girls getting scolded by Iida for trying to sneak into the boy's dorms, "It makes it easier that both of our girls are on the same floor, hu?" Eijiro said, smiling at his friend.

"I guess. It doesn't matter either way. We're not going to get caught like they did!" Finally, the elevator dinged open. However, to Katsuki's and Eijiro's surprise, it was not empty.

"Oh, um- hi," Shoto greeted the two boys, surprised to see them waiting for the girl's elevator.

"The hell are you doing here, Icy Hot?!" Katsuki asked.

"I'm just leaving from studying with Yayarozu," he answered.

"Studyinggg~ right," Eijiro said, laughing.

Shoto looked at Eijiro, confused by his statement.

Katsuki let out an annoyed huff, "Well, get out of the damn elevator then," he demanded.

"Oh- actually I forgot to give her back her book so- I was going to go back up," Shoto said, holding and pointing to a book in his hand.

"Well, guess we are all going up then," Eijiro said, cheerfully stepping into the elevator.

"Ugh- fine," Katsuki groaned and stepped in.

"Where are you two going?" Shoto asked as he waited to hear what button to press for everyone.

"None of your damn business!" Katsuki yelled.

At the same time, Eijiro politely said, "Fourth floor please."

"God damn it shitty hair!" Katsuki yelled.

"It's fine- I'm not going to say anything," Shoto said. "But um- what are you two doing up here this late?"

"Studying!" Eijiro answered too hastily, voice filled with anxiety. However, Shoto didn't question the two boys' motives any further.

"The fuck?" Katsuki remarked as the elevator stopped and dinged on the third floor.

"Oh- someone is getting in," Shoto mused.

The three boys stood uncomfortably in the elevator as the doors opened and revealed Denki on the third floor.

"Ohhhh~ hey you guys! What are you all doing here, hmm?" he said, giving the boys a wink.

"Shut the hell up and get in Dunce Face!" Katsuki yelled.

"Why are you acting so weird?" Shoto asked.

Denki just laughed and entered the elevator, then glanced over at the buttons.

"Hmm ok, so the fourth and fifth floor. I think I can guess what rooms everyone's headed to," He teased.

"Hey man, don't make it weird, ok?" Eijiro pleaded.

"What's weird about studying?" Shoto asked.

"Uh," Denki murmured, but before he could make a comment Katsuki intervened.

"Where the hell were you anyway?" Katsuki asked.

"I think it's only Jiro and Hagakure on the third floor, so- my guess is Jiro?" Eijiro said, turning to his friend.

Before Denki could confirm or deny, the elevator opened up to the fourth floor.

"Finally, I can get away from you morons," Katsuki grumbled, but before he could step out, Izuku came from around the corner and crashed into him.

"THE HELL?!" Katsuki hollered.

"Oh! Kacchan! I'm sorry!" Izuku said, apologizing frantically.

"The fuck are you doing here, nerd?!" Katsuki questioned.

"I was just leaving! I was um- studying with Uraraka!" Izuku explained.

Denki laughed, "A lot of 'studying' going on tonight hu?"

"UH- I guess so. Is that why you're all here?" Izuku asked.

"Yep! Just um- about to get started," Eijiro said, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's kind of late to just start studying, isn't it?" Izuku asked.

"Yeah, don't you think you guys should get some rest for training tomorrow?" Shoto asked.

"Are they for real right now?" Denki asked, holding in his laughter.

"Tch, probably," Katsuki exclaimed.

"Wait so- you two," Denki said, pointing to Izuku and Shoto, "Were actually studying?"

"What else would we be doing?" Shoto asked plainly.

Before Denki could make any more comments, the boys heard a loud bang followed by-

"Almost there, the forbidden lands~"

"Is it just me or- did that sound like Mineta in the vents?" Denki asked, looking between the boys.

"He never stops, hu?" Izuku said exhaustedly.

"Fucking perv!" Katsuki yelled and stalked over to the vent. "Yeah, that's him in there... Hey! Half and Half, heat up this vent!" Katsuki demanded.

"Won't that hurt him?" Shoto asked.

"Tch- nah it'll just teach him a lesson," Katsuki replied.

"Yeah besides, it's super unmanly to try and spy on girls in their private rooms," Eijiro convinced Todoroki further.

"I suppose you're right," Shoto said as he moved closer to the vent and shot some fire down, heating up the vent red hot in the process.

"OW!" Minoru's scream came ringing out of the vent.

Katsuki, Denki, and Kirishima burst out laughing.

"LAUGH ALL YOU WANT I'M CALLING AIZAWA AND BUSTING YOU GUYS FOR BEING AT THE GIRL'S DORM SO LATE!"

The boys exchanged glances with one another.

"BACK IN THE ELEVATOR GO!" Eijiro yelled, and they all hurried back in fear of being caught by Aizawa.

"Oh, this is bad!" Izuku exclaimed shaking in the back of the elevator.

"Come on Dunce Face! Press the fucking first floor already!" Katsuki yelled.

"I'm rushing, I'm rushing!" Denki said frantically, but as he pressed the button, his anxiety overtook him, causing him to pop off his quirk. A loud buzzing sound went off as the doors closed to the elevator and the lights shut off.

"YOU SHORT CIRCUITED THE ELEVATOR DUMB ASS!" Katsuki yelled.

"OH CRAP!" Denki yelled back in response.

"You guys! We are going to get caught!" Eijiro said, panicked.

Shoto sat in the corner of the elevator calmly.

Izuku panicked, mumbling to himself, "What do you think Aizawa will think? Surly, we were just studying so- that's fine, right? But it is 9pm, he might think that we were up to no good like Mineta bu-"

"SHUT UP NERD!" Katsuki barked.

"Hu, this is worse than the girls getting caught by Iida don't you think, Bakugo?" Eijiro laughed, finding comedy in the situation now.

"I'm going to murder every last one of you," Katsuki grumbled as he sat down on the floor, accepting his fate.

The other boys shrugged and gave in, waiting for their inevitable punishment from Aizawa.

Thank you for requesting a part two! I had a lot of fun with this!

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confused-red-head · 1 year

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These Curses We Bear

Chapter 1 - If these Walls Could Talk

Pro-Hero!Shouto Todoroki x Psychic Medium Detective!Reader

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WARNING: dark themes, death, minor character death, descriptions of dead bodies(no excessive gore), paranormal activities, blood, violence, cursing, angst, angst WITH COMFORT(moreso in later chapters), mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, fem!reader, READER TALKS TO GHOSTS, ghost child in chapter 1, children in general, Reader being a dork, home break-in, slowish burn, pro hero au, aged up characters, strangers to friends to lovers, etc.

"Sorry, but I'm not an exorcist."

If you had one yen for every time you've said this exact phrase, you certainly wouldn't have found yourself with a weeping man begging on his knees in the middle of an ice cream shop.

But beggars can't be choosers.

"Please! So many people have gotten sick and we have no idea why! We've had the place inspected from top to bottom and they haven't found anything! We had to throw out all of our previous batches of ice cream! This is costing us so much and at this rate we will have to shut down! I didn't know what else to do!", the shop owner pleads, his hands clasped together with a tear-streaked face.

With a sigh, you pinched the bridge of your nose. It was already late by the time you received the call from the shop owner, Mr. Masuda. The conversation over the phone was frantic and garbled, enough so that you had rushed out of your apartment in pajamas and gray peacoat. Rookie mistake. Seeing how you had nothing to lose, you may as well try.

"Fine. Alright. I'll try, but there's no promise that if there is a spirit or that it will want to talk. On top of that, I can't promise I'll be able to get them to cease activity. If that's the case, I do have the contacts of some people who may be able to help you."

"Oh thank you! Thank you! You are a lifesaver!"

Mr. Masuda bowed even lower as you sidestepped around him. You took in the shop's atmosphere. The place was brightly colored, various walls painted pastel blue, pink, and yellow. The tables and seats were covered in similarly-colored patterns; while the walls were decked out with signs, photos, art, and flourishing plastic plants. You thought it would have been a nice place to wind down after a day of running errands. Unfortunately for you, today was not that day.

"Now, where did you say the activity occurred most?"

Mr. Masuda rose from his bow and clambered to stand on his own two feet.

"The ice cream display! We've had customers feel nauseous or even faint due to a sudden difficulty in breathing."

You hummed in response and wandered over to the casing, your eyes flickered to and fro; searching for even a single speck of dust out of place. You quickly slip on a rubber glove from your bag, swipe a finger over the surface of the casing, and rub two fingers together, searching for any unusual substances.

Nothing. No grainy or oily texture from a foreign substance. Still, that doesn't rule out foul play from a neighboring business, competitor, or even just a particularly upset customer.

Some people are real fucking crazy…

"You clean and wipe down every surface at the end of the day, right?"

You strip off the glove, shoving it into your pajama pants pocket to dispose of later.

"Of course! I wouldn't dare leave the place filthy!", Mr. Masuda was obviously offended by your speculation.

"Alright! Okay! I'm just making sure. You'd be surprised with what some businesses cut corners on…", you crouched down to inspect the ground around and underneath the display case as you continued to ask questions.

"Do you know anyone who could possibly hold a grudge against you or profit from the shop closing?"

"Wh-what?! No! At least not that I know of. It's not like we are in a prime location and I haven't had any encounters that I can think of that would cause such a response.", Mr. Masuda wrung out hands at the thought of someone wanting to hurt him and his business. "Do you think someone may have cursed me?!"

You hummed in thought.

"Hmm perhaps… if it really is a spirit that is.", you rose from your place on the floor and turned to face the frantic shop owner, "You said an employee saw a ghostly form when she was locking up earlier tonight?"

"Yes! Miss Kimura! She's a very hard working girl and very kind too! She does well with the children who come in! It broke my heart hearing how terrified she was over the phone after she saw it."

"Did she describe it to you? Have you perhaps seen a similar figure yourself?"

"I haven't seen anything like she described, but she said she saw a pale white figure, small like a child. She said it looked like it was looking into the display case, standing where the incidents keep happening."

You dug your hand into your messenger bag, one you bring to on-site investigations, and pulled out a UV flashlight.

"Mind hitting the lights for me?"

"O-oh! Of course!", Mr. Masuda rushed over to the light switches near the shop entrance. As soon as the lights flickered out, you clicked on the flashlight and passed the shining purple light over the display case surface. Quickly, you find something interesting. Two small handprints make themselves known in the ultraviolet light.

"And you said you wash the display case every night?"

"Yes! We clean the place thoroughly after closing! Kimura said she only saw the figure when she was locking up.", he perked up a bit, prideful of his shop's cleanliness.

"Well… either she missed a spot or these prints are fresh…", you flashed the light over the handprints again to show Mr. Musuda, who quickly looked shaken over the find.

"I… I'm sorry…"

A voice called out, sounding meek and guilty.

"Mama always said I shouldn't touch the glass, but the ice cream looks so good…"

You turned slightly towards the voice that came from right beside you. Your eyes landed on a ghostly figure of a young girl, looking no older than six years old and wearing a hospital gown. Her head hung in shame, clearly guilty of her actions. You slowly descended into a squat, careful not to scare the spirit girl.

"Hey…", you spoke softly as if she were a lost child looking for their parents ,"It's okay. We can clean up again. May I ask for your name?"

The girl looked spooked at the fact I acknowledged her at all. Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"M-mama said I shouldn't talk to strangers… but I don't think anyone else can hear or see me…"

"You're a smart girl to listen to your mama. She's right afterall. I understand if you're nervous, but I just want to ask you a few questions. Only if you're okay with that, of course, but I'd really like to try and help you."

The girl tugged at her gown nervously, looking down like she was contemplating whether you could be trusted or not.

"...Okay…", She whispered, "I'll answer your questions. My name is Chihoko Konuma."

"You have a very lovely name, Miss Konuma. My name is Y/N L/N, I'm a private detective," You turned to Mr. Masuda and gestured toward him,"and this nice man is Mr. Masuda. He's the owner of this shop."

"I know Mr. Masuda!", she perks up at the name

"Oh? How do you know him?"

"Me and Mama would come here every sunday! He's very nice! And Miss Kimura too!", and as quickly as it came her happy attitude disappeared.

"I… I scared Miss Kimura,didn't I? Can you tell her I'm sorry? I really didn't mean to."

"I'm sure she will be fine. It's okay. She just… didn't understand." You trailed off.

You inhaled and clasped your hands together, tucking them under your chin.

"Do you remember what happened before you found yourself here?"

"I… I was in the hospital. Mama said my lungs didn't work right, that the doctors were going to help me… It hurt. It hurt a lot. And Mama was crying. I was so tired. All I wanted was to see Mama happy again. I just wanted to go out like before. Then we could get ice cream like we always did."

You could feel your throat tighten at the sight of tears welling up in the girl's eyes, hands in her gown tighten even further.

"... Miss Detective… I'm not going to wake up, am I?"

Your heart dropped and you couldn't bring yourself to look her in the eye. This was the part you hated most. There were plenty of spirits who didn't understand what had happened to them. Many went on believing that they were still among the living, going about their day confined to a certain space or attached to a certain object. But, being the one to break the news never sat right with you.

"... No. I'm sorry, Chihoko." Your voice stayed steady and firm, yet gentle.

There was a heavy silence that settled. One that felt like it could drag you to the deepest depths of the ocean and never let up. From the corner of your eye you could tell even Mr. Masuda was affected by the intense wave of sadness in the room as he cupped his mouth to keep himself from choking up despite only catching half the conversation.

"...You said you wanted your Mama to be happy, right?" You started, forcing yourself to look at her again, "Well… I'm sure the thing that would make your Mama happiest… would be knowing that you were happy… that you don't hurt anymore…"

Chihoko looked up at you, ghostly tears fell from her eyes, but disappeared before they ever reached the ground. Her hands loosened their grip on her gown.

"... Chihoko, would you like some ice cream?"

She stayed silent, but nodded. You finally rose from your squat and held your hand out to Chihoko.

"C'mon, you can choose where we sit."

She nodded again and took your hand. You felt a cold and wispy feeling envelope your hand as she began to lead you to the table in front of the windows.

"Mr. Masuda, you can go ahead and turn the lights back on. We're going to have ice cream if you don't mind." You smiled at the man who looked absolutely baffled by the situation.

"O-oh… yes! Of course!" He flicked the lights on and rushed back behind the counter.

"Is… is this part of the process?" He paused for a moment, looking for some clarity from you.

"Uhhh yeah! Yes! Absolutely! The spirit demands an offering! And the offering must be ice cream!" You gave off a silly dramatic flare to your little speech and you heard a little giggle from the now seated ghost girl.

"Psst, what do you want?" You leaned over slightly.

"Hmm… birthday cake ice cream with two scoops…"

"The mighty spirit demands two scoops…"

"No! Wait! Three! Three scoops!"

"Wait! Three scoops of birthday cake ice cream!"

"I also want rainbow sprinkles! Oh! And a cherry on top!"

"And make that with rainbow sprinkles and a cherry on top! So does the mighty spirit Chihoko demand it! All hail the mighty spirit!" You flare out your peacoat dramatically in emphasis, "... and uhh throw one in for me too, please."

You heard giggles erupt from the girl as Mr. Masuda quickly began putting together the orders, looking even more puzzled than before. Once finished he rushes over with two cups. You took one of the cups from his hands and raised it high above your head.

"Dear mighty spirit! Please accept our offering!"

You sat the cup in front of Chihoko, leaning slightly, you said softer, "May you find peace and happiness."

Chihoko smiled brightly and kicked her feet in her seat, "Thank you, Miss Detective."

"Anytime, Kiddo."

As you sat in the seat across from her and propped your head with your hand, you noticed a daydreaming look in her eyes. As if she were somewhere else completely. Where the sun was shining, the flowers were in bloom, and the beautiful birdsong rang through the air. Soon enough the ghostly girl's visage had dispersed, the seat she once occupied was once agin empty.

That knot in your throat appeared again. You bit the inside of your cheek and took slow breaths. With a hefty sigh, you rose from your chair and turned to Mr. Masuda.

"So… so that's it? Is it coming back?" Mr. Masuda stuttered out, still very much confused.

"No. She most likely won't be coming back. If the events occur again, just call me up again and I'll take a look at it."

"Ah! That's good! Thank you so much, Detective! And uhhh about the payment-"

"Don't worry about it right now. It's late. I'll call you tomorrow and we can work something out. For now just worry about getting your business back in order." You take your ice cream cup in hand, "But I wouldn't mind taking this and a few more pints of ice cream home, if you don't mind…"

The plastic bag rustled as it swung into your leg with each stride. Mr. Masuda gladly agreed to give you some ice cream and sent you on your way with a promise of payment in the future.

The ice cream shop may not have been far from your apartment, but each step felt heavier than the last. The streets weren't empty, but it was certainly quiet enough for your thoughts to ring louder than the idle chatter of the people on the street.

You hated this feeling. The emotional exhaustion that came with interacting with spirits was sometimes too much to bear. All you wanted to do was have your tea and fall asleep while cuddling your cat. Maybe cry a little. Or cry a lot. Who knows?

The thought of home was enough to will the energy to make the trek back. You felt your feet quicken the moment you saw your tiny apartment building come into view.

Your hand blindly dug into your bag for your keys as you made your way up the strangely steep and uneven steps you have learned to navigate. The moment you pushed in the code and the door opened you heard whispers in your ears.

Yes. Your apartment building was also haunted.

Lucky you.

It was the reason you could afford a decent apartment for so cheap. You made a deal with the landlord to keep the spirits in check for a more affordable price on rent. Especially since the spirits were quite lively.

They weren't aggressive exactly, but more curious and sociable. They especially liked to give you all the apartment building gossip. You can't lie, it was pretty entertaining. Like your own personal reality tv show.

And this time they came to you with news of someone breaking into your apartment.

Oh goodie.

Your mood soured and you began to march up the stairs of the building. Of all nights some random asshole had to choose tonight. If someone was going to die tonight it certainly wasn't going to be you. You would be personally adding a new spirit to the apartment building's collection.

It wasn't until you had reached your door had you caught the feeling of a familiar aura. Your sour mood lifted into a mix of relief and confusion.

You unlocked the door and let it swing open.

"I know we are friends and all, Shinsou, but at least give me a heads up before you go breaking into my apartment."

You reached the end of the hall and flicked on the lights to reveal the pro hero, his indigo hair tucked away under a black, slicked back wig, dark brown eye contacts over his natural purple, and heavy make-up distorting his natural features. He sat on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, who clearly didn't seem deterred by his drastically different appearance.

That little traitor.

"Long time no see, Miss Nancy Drew. As always you are no fun to surprise."

Despite the lax nature of his words, there was a seriousness in his voice and a hard look in his eye. An uneasiness settled in your stomach. You closed your door and slipped off your shoes

"Something happened."

It was less of a question and more of a statement. He nodded. It was then you sensed a second presence. One unfamiliar to you.

"So… who's your friend hiding in my bathroom?"

You didn't like this. You had never seen Shinsou look so hesitant. Guilty almost.

"Look. I need you to do me a favor…"

"First, I need you to tell me who the hell is in my fucking bathroom, Shinsou." Your voice had cut him off. Quick and angry you whispered. You were not in the mood to play these games.

Shinsou let out a frustrated and defeated sigh. Your cat jumped off his lap as he leaned forward to press his intertwined hands to his mouth.

"Shouto."

Huh?

"Number three pro hero, Shouto."

…

"WHAT?!"

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butterfly-writer · 8 months

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Boku No Hero Academia

STUDENTS: KATSUKI BAKUGOU EJIROU KIRISHIMA TENYA IIDA IZUKU MIDORIYA SHOTO TODOROKI OTHERS HEROES: HAWKS (Keigo Takami) MIDNIGHT (Nemuri Kayama) ERASERHEAD (Shota Aizawa) OTHERS (Heroes)

VILLAINS/VIGILANTES: DABI (Touya Todoroki) TOMURA SHIGARAKI (Tenko Shimura)

OTHERS: You’re safe, little one. ERI X GN!READER [PLATONIC] TW: NONE Contents: FLUFF WITH A BIT OF ANGST Summary: Whenever Mr. Aizawa, Mirio, and Deku are all busy, Eri is left alone with her nightmares and she’s forever grateful that Mx. Y/N is there to help her with her terrors.

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sugolara · 1 year

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𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙧

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Katsuki circled the hardware store, trying to find a location where he could park and load the fences to the truck without rotters interfering. After a few more times of circling, Katsuki parked behind the hardware store where fences and larger items were placed.

He backed the truck to the entrance of the gate and stopped when he was close. He then watched as Izuku and F/n got out of the car to open the gate. He waited and when Izuku gave him a signal, he continued to back the car until it was halfway in.

Once he was done, the blonde got out of the truck leaving the engine on as F/n said it would be a hassle to turn on again and open the trunk.

“How many do you think we need?” Izuku asked F/n.

She tilted her head, “As much as the truck can hold.”

“What about the extras?” Katsuki asked and looked at the fences that were a couple inches taller than him.

“For fire.” Izuku said and began to hold a side of a white fence, “Kacchan, will help me. F/n, you go get the tools we need.”

Nodding and leaving the hard work to the males, F/n walks to the doors of the hardware store. She peeks inside before fully entering and venturing deeper into the store. She looks up the ceilings and sees an aisle number with information on the bottom.

As soon as she found what aisle to look at, she began to search the shelfs but hearing shuffling nearby made her pull out her revolver. The gun cocked in her hand as she took the safety off, she glanced around her to see the culprit but found nothing.

With her guard still up, she quickly scanned the items on the shelf until she found what she was looking for. She quickly grabbed the items she found as she heard shuffling getting closer. She zipped open her bag, putting the equipment in and zipping it back.

Quietly, F/n moved away from the shuffling and headed into another aisle. She tried hard to not draw attention, but her shoes tapping on the hard floor was loud from the store being silent. She internally cursed and proceed to move faster.

Though, she could tell that one of the rotters heard her as she heard growls coming nearer. Swiftly, with her other hand, she pulled out her knife and moved closer to the rotter that was alone.

With a quick movement, she stabbed the rotter's skull with her knife and carefully placed the dead to the floor as she feared that any noise would attract more rotters that roamed near.

She let out a low sigh and moved on to her task. Successfully grabbing every equipment and placing it in her bag, she turned around but let out a gasp as a rotter had snuck up behind her. She pushed herself back onto the shelf as the rotter tried to feast on her.

She grunted a bit and raised her hand that held her knife but the growl of another rotter pouncing on her made her drop her knife. She felt her eyes widen as she now had two rotters on her side.

Her left leg had to keep the rotter in front of her from tearing her insides while her right hand pushed the other rotter from biting her. But as the rotters tried their best to come at her, she felt pain on her back, like the feeling of something sharp trying to enter her.

She unexpectedly let out a cry as the feeling of something pierced her back. Her cry and struggle caused her to drop items that were behind her and caused an echo inside the building. She let out another gasp as she saw a lot more rotters coming her way.

She realized that if she didn't make up her mind this would be the end for her. Panting a bit, she cried out as she forcefully kicked the rotter in front of her while also shoving the rotter on her side.

With her revolter aimed at the rotter, she shot it and did the same to the other one. She hurriedly, picked up her bag and headed to where Izuku and Katsuki were, the pain on her back hurting tremendously.

From the outside, as Izuku and Katsuki finally loaded the last fence, the sound of gun firing caused them to be alarmed.

Katsuki looked at Izuku while he wiped the sweat off his forehead, “That’s coming from inside the store.”

“Which means,” Izuku started, “F/n might be in trouble.”

Not looking back to his friend, Izuku ran to the store and fished out his pocket knife. As for Katsuki, he jumped from the trunk and chased after Izuku but headed back to the truck and closed the trunk. He then ran after Izuku.

As they almost made it, they both saw F/n making it through the doors and panting in pain. Before they could speak, F/n yelled, “We gotta go now!”

Nodding and running back to the truck, they quickly got in and Katsuki drove off to their home. But they couldn’t ignore the grunts and pain sounds coming from the backseat and how F/n placed her hand near her lower back, hunching.

Worried, Izuku jumped to the backseat and made F/n turn her back towards him. He felt uneasy as he saw blood seeping through her shirt, “Are you bit!?”

“She’s bit!?” Katsuki asked as he glanced back to Izuku while also keeping his eyes on the road.

“I don’t know!” Izuku yelled back. He then lifted F/n’s shirt to see if she was bitten but relief washed over his face when he saw three nails, “She’s not!”

“Then what’s wrong with her!?” Katsuki asked as he made a left turn.

“Nails. It pierced her back.” Izuku said as he tried to pull one of the nails that wasn’t fully in but the sound of her crying made him stop.

“That fucking hurts!” F/n yelled at Izuku.

“I’m sorry!” Izuku said, “But I have to take them out, otherwise it’ll get infected.”

Reaching their home, Katsuki parked in the driveway and helped F/n get out. He then left Izuku to hold her while Katsuki opened the door and locked it when they reached inside.

Katsuki made F/n lay down while Izuku headed to get a first aid kit from the basement.

She then felt Katsuki cut the bottom of her shirt, and grunts as she felt his hands grazing her back, “At least take me to dinner first.”

“Is this really the time to make fucking jokes!” Katsuki said and passed her a pillow to bite down on.

Finally making it to his friends, Izuku set the aid kit down and apologized to her, “Sorry, F/n, this is going to hurt.”

She harshly bit down and closed her eyes as Izuku pulled the nails carefully. She began to tear as the process was painful and the feeling of the alcohol burned her. She could feel her blood dripping to her sides when Izuku removed a nail.

“How the hell did this even happen?” Katsuki asked and wiped her blood.

“Most likely fighting the dead.” Izuku said and pulled the last nail out. Wiping her back and putting bandages over the wound, the three let out a sigh as it was now over.

F/n wiped her tears and sat on her knees, she then gave the males a thumbs up, “Let's do that again sometime.”

“Yeah, I’d rather not, F/n.” Izuku said as he threw the bloody nails and gauges away.

“I’m with Deku on this. Now I got your fuckin’ blood on my hands.” Katsuki said as he wiped the blood on a cloth.

Scratching her nape, she glanced at Izuku, “Should we get to the fence.”

“No.” Izuku shook his head, “Let your wound heal a bit, then we’ll get to it.”

Nodding, F/n got up and headed to the second floor to change out of her bloody shirt. While she did so, the males on the bottom began to unload the fences and bring them to the backyard. In just a few days, they would begin to expand their house, incase of any emergencies.

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hinatastinygiant · 1 year

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Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader

When a catastrophic asteroid strike leaves the world above in ruins, Y/N finds herself leading a group of survivors in the underground tunnels of Tokyo. Together with Todoroki and a team of doctors, engineers, and farmers, they build a new community from scratch. But as time passes and resources dwindle, Y/N and Todoroki must face the reality that their underground haven may not be able to sustain them forever. With the clock ticking down and the world outside closing in, they must find a way to survive and perhaps even find hope amidst the darkness.

Only a small amount of the population has been brought into a strange new world where murder is necessary for survival. When y/n finds herself in this strange world, she finds herself in situations she never thought she'd be in with people she never thought she'd see again.

Warnings: Language Warning! NSFW (18+) Graphic Depiction of Violence!

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I DO NOT OWN MY HERO ACADEMIA OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE OC’s.

(Updated July 22, 5:00pm est)

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#fanfiction #todoroki x you #shoto todoroki x reader #toji x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x y/n #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto #fanfiction series #ao3 #mha x female reader #mha x reader #mha self insert #x reader #x fem!reader #fanfic #my hero academia

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duxearlier · 2 years

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MIXED FEELINGS

Neito Monoma x Reader

Synopsis: y/n l/n an ordinary college student who is trying their best to just graduate. Though even if they were quite known around the campus there are still some people who disliked them. One being no other than Neito Monoma. So what happens when they get paired up on a project and he changes y/n's life completely?

warning: swearing, bullying, abuse, drinking, suggestive themes, teasing.

genre: collage au, social media au, no quirks, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff

taglist: open

CHAPTER TWO || WHY?

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taglist: @legolashaught @touyatodorokislut @otomegame-oneshots

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mhaxwishxgranter · 2 years

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Period Comfort

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Headcanons for: Todoroki Shoto

Requested by: no one.

Prompt: How Shoto helps you during your time of the month.

Note: This is gonna be self indulgent on my part since my period is here and I’m dealing with cramps.

Warnings: mentions of cramps, and menstrual blood

Word count: 261

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•Shoto knows that your period is about to arrive when you begin to favor his left side a little bit more than his right, especially if the cramps are bad enough that you can’t reach for your heating pad and don’t want him to move.

•Have your favorite snacks and ice cream ready for you to dig into, when the cravings start to become too much.

•Can and will freeze anyone who even thinks of eating them.

•He had to do the same to his brother, Natsuo, when he had almost eaten the snacks that his sister, Fuyumi, favored during her time of the month.

•The Todoroki household managed to prevent world war three from happening. Just barely.

•Definitely doesn’t mind your request to cuddle even more than usual.

•As if he could say no to you.

•Memorized the brand of tampon or pad that you like to use.

•Doesn’t even flinch at the mention of menstrual blood.

•He knows that it’s a normal thing which you can’t help.

•Will go and get painkillers for you, and try to not take too long to come back, since he doesn’t like to be too far from you.

•Is more than content to spend the day in bed with you, if that’s what you want to do.

Tag/mutuals list: @kuromi-kouhai-blog @olenoname @mysticpisces @craftycheetah

#mha #mha x reader #reader insert #female reader insert #black female reader #black fanfiction #black fanfic writer #mha x y/n #mha x black reader #black y/n #black!reader #black!fem!reader #shoto todoroki #shoto fluff #Shoto x black reader #shoto x y/n #mha headcanons

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gatitties · 2 years

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Stars

─ Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader

─ Summary: looking at the stars is now a hobby for both of us.

─ Warnings: none

You put the jacket on your shoulders, the air outside was cold and the night sky made its way through the last golden rays of the sun, with calm steps you climbed the stairs of the building to the roof. You curved your lips up when you saw the beautiful view, it was relaxing to go up and contemplate the constellations after a long day training and studying, but above all to get away from all worries, just empty brain contemplating live art.

You were slightly startled by feeling the warm touch of another person on your shoulder, not feeling the silent person who positioned himself next to you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

You smiled at him, somewhat surprised to see Todoroki there, who usually went to bed early, or you simply didn't think he would ever visit the roof of the dormitories at nightfall.

"It's nothing."

You played it down, contemplating the stars above the sky, resting your arms on the railing that separated your body from a drop several meters high, Shoto remained silent, following your gaze and turning his eyes from time to time towards your figure, as if he wanted to say something but he didn't even know what, he really didn't know what he was doing there either, but since he saw you constantly go up to the roof he was curious to know what you were doing up there for so long. You caught his gaze several times, causing a tingle in your body, with a small sigh you turned to face him.

"They are pretty, aren't they?"

"Huh?"

"The stars are really beautiful."

You smiled pointing at the starry sky that hung over both of you, once again admiring the mantle stained with bright points.

"Yes, they are."

He muttered following the direction in which you were pointing to the starry sky, although he had a slightly confused look, making you laugh slightly, you knew he had no idea what you were pointing to, apart from, obviously, the little suns with no apparent form.

"That's the Ursa Minor."

"The… Ursa Minor?"

He narrowed his eyes without being able to visualize the figure, as before, only seeing a lot of white dots without forming a concrete silhouette. You approached him, grabbing his arm, stretching it out, resting your head next to his to try to have the same vision, you pointed his finger towards the stars, joining the lines that formed that constellation.

"I see." he turned his face, being a few centimeters from yours, causing your face to feel hot, you smiled nervously, seeing his eyes full of pure curiosity "Can you teach me more?"

You nodded, relaxing your body, without breaking the distance, noticing how his warm skin made contact with yours while you pointed to the most constellations on the mantle, murmuring some mythological data about them while he listened with complete concentration.

It was routine to go up to the roof at night after that encounter.

#drabble #bnha shoto todoroki #bnha #mha #shoto x reader #reader insert #todoroki x fem!reader #sfw #i put fem reader but this could be gn reader xd #or male reader #fluff

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yaimlight · 2 years

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Rating: T

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader / Todoroki Shoto x fem!reader / Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shoto / Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader x Todoroki Shoto

A/N: for Doha. Thank you

Part of the Twos Company, Threes A Crowd series

Katsuki stared out across the vast amount of lush green grass and papyrus plants, the calm blue waters of the river gently lapping at the jetty he was standing on. It was still hot, even though the sun was on its way back down again, beginning to turn the cloudless sky a brilliant mix of reds, oranges and pinks. He had learnt his first day here though that the heat didn’t disappear with the sun, the night’s still a sticky 29 degrees even now in October. It made sleep difficult, especially with three of them in the bed and the only way of cooling down in their glorified shack was an ancient looking fan that just seemed to move the hot sticky air around. He had taken to sleeping in the middle, pressed up against Shoto’s right side and with you against his back, the borrowed quirk making your entire body cold enough that Katsuki hardly felt the heat. So, what if he woke up shivering some mornings, it was better than waking up in a puddle of his own highly flammable sweat. Anyway, he only had one more night of the heat and sweat and bloody bugs to put up with and then you would all be on a plane back home and back to your normal lives.

One more night.

And what a night it was going to be.

“Why are you hiding out here?” The wooden decking creaked under Shoto’s light footsteps, the old wood protesting against the added weight. It held though, the gentle creaking blending in perfectly with the sounds of crickets and bugs along with the ever so slight rustle of a warm and gentle breeze. “I ain’t hiding,” Katsuki sighed, “just thinking is all.” A gentle hum came from behind, closer than before and somehow sounding sceptical of his words. Katsuki was not hiding. He wasn’t. He just needed some time to himself, to make sure that this was what he really wanted for himself and for them. The answer had been the same as it had been every time since the three of you had decided on this stupid and somewhat dangerous plan. That should worry him, how easy it had been to choose you two over everything he had worked so hard for but it didn’t because it had been an easy choice to make and Katsuki was pretty sure if given the chance he would have made the same choice time and time again.

“Nervous?” Shoto asked, his calm and monotone voice now directly behind him. Katsuki could feel the cold radiating out of the other man, the sudden icy chill a welcome feeling on his hot and sticky back. Katsuki would have hugged the other man if he could, pressing up against his colder side and burying his head in the crock of his neck just to get some relief from the damned heat but that sort of behaviour wasn’t tolerated here and Katsuki really didn’t feel like getting chucked into an Egyptian prison for however long it took his lawyers to get him out. “No,” he said truthfully, “ain’t got anything to be nervous about.” It wasn’t a complete lie. In regards to what they were about to do, Katsuki wasn’t nervous at all. No, it was what would happen afterwards, when they got back home that worried him and Katsuki really didn’t like feeling like he wasn’t in control of a situation.

Shoto sighed, stepping in closer. There was a rustle of fabric, his linen shirt being gently moved out the way only to be followed by the shockingly cold press of Shoto’s hand against the small of Katsuki’s back. “Shit,” Katsuki hissed, arching his back away from the touch on instinct. He didn’t demand that Shoto stop though, quickly pressing back into the gentle but confident touch and moaning appreciatively. Long, dexterous fingers danced up his back, the ice covered digits chasing away the pinpricks of heat that had his shirt clinging to him. “Fuck that feels good,” Katsuki groaned, sinking back into the other man and letting the cold seep into his too hot skin. Shoto laughed gently, Katsuki able to feel the low rumble of it at his back. It was nice, just standing watching the sun set with Shoto at his side, the two of them content in the moment and what it meant for them. Shame Shoto couldn’t keep his mouth shut and let things go. “If you are not nervous then why are you scowling at the sun like it has personally offended you?”

Katsuki groaned at the question. He stepped forward, not enough to put a lot of distance between them but enough for Shoto’s hand to slide out from under Katsuki’s shit and fall limply at his side. He didn’t try to step into Katsuki’s space, respecting the distance he had put between them and Katsuki was grateful for that. If they were going to have this conversation now then he couldn’t have Shoto touching him. It was too much of a distraction and Katsuki wanted a clear head for this, hopeful that he wouldn’t mess it all up and ruin what the three of you had fought so hard for.

“Ain’t, you worried?” Katsuki asked, his eyes fixed on the swaying reeds on the other side of the river. “About what?” Katsuki didn’t need to be looking at Shoto to know his head was tilted to the side slightly, his brows furrowed in confusion. Of course he wouldn’t be worried, he probably hadn’t even thought about the consequences of their actions but Katsuki had and though he had no intention of backing out now he couldn’t help that small little slither of worry that nagged at him, making him unable to forget what could happen to them once they got home. “About what’s goanna happen when we get back home?” Katsuki questioned. There was silence, just the gentle sounds of the world around him for a long few seconds and Katsuki thought that he would never get an answer but then there came a sigh, the floorboards creaking again.

Shoto stepped up next to him this time, the two of them standing side by side and looking out over the river. “No,” Shoto said simply, and Katsuki felt his shoulders sag slightly. He had been expecting that and yet he was still strangely disappointed by the answer. He had been hoping to find that his own concerns were mirrored by the other man or that he would at least be able to ease Katsuki’s worries with a few gentle words but instead all he had gotten was a simple one word answer that didn’t really mean anything to Katsuki. It didn’t help him at all, leaving Katsuki feeling a little lost and alone in his worry and that was not a feeling he was used to.

“Why would I be worried with you and Y/N by my side?” Katsuki's head snapped to the side. Shoto was already looking at him, mismatched eyes open and honest. It was a simple concept, even a slightly childish way of looking at their situation but Katsuki could see that Shoto believed in what he was saying, like it didn’t matter what happened as long as the three of them stuck together. Katsuki wished he could see it that way. He did but he had seen what media pressure and public opinion did to the relationships of those that were in the public eye, hell it had even happened to them before. It was never them though, never him and Shoto that took the brunt of it when the public's opinion turned.

It had taken almost a year for your ranking to recover after Endeavor leaked your sealed personnel files and the world learned who and what you had been before being granted a heroes licence. Even then it had still been a struggle and there were still people out there who campaigned for your firing and re-imprisonment, constantly hounding you with their hate and small mindedness. Then there was the whole mess when the three of you had rather publicly been found out, everyone jumping to the conclusions that you were playing them both. Even with the publicity stunt you three had pulled they had still come after you, still treated you like a villain and that was before they had even known you had been one. The point was that history had a habit of repeating itself and though he and Shoto would most likely end up with a fine and a stern telling off you would probably lose your job and as much as Katsuki loved you he wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for taking that away from you. Not after you had worked so hard to prove what you were capable of.

Shoto must have been able to see Katsuki’s worry and fear in his eyes, sighing softly as he tipped his head slowly to one side. Katsuki knew that now was a rubbish time to be falling into a guilt ridden panic like this and he had no intention of getting cold feet and making a run for it but he couldn’t stop the reality of it all sinking in and taking a firm grip on his mind. “We talked about this,” Shoto mumbled, turning his body towards Katsuki instead of awkwardly straining his neck. “I know,” Katsuki huffed in frustration. They had been over this, several times at this point and you were adamant that he was overreacting, insistent that you would be able to withstand whatever the repercussions of your actions were. “This was never the life I was supposed to have,” you had insisted when he had first brought it up, “and I am grateful for every moment I have had as a hero but if the choice was between you and Shoto or a stupid bit of plastic that said I could use my quirk to help people then I would chose the two of you every time.” Katsuki had known you loved him, but listening to you declare it so openly and honestly whilst looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars had almost been too much, making him feel both elated and undeserving of your devotion all at once.

It was the same argument, again and again, and neither of them seemed to be taking it seriously so he had no choice but to be the one left shouldering all the worry and responsibility. It was all well and good making declarations of love and devotion now but what about a year from now? Six months? Hell even six weeks from now when you were jobless and they had lost all their sponsorships and couldn’t afford their bills and everything they had worked so hard for was crumbling away beneath them. What then? What would they do then when that little niggling feeling of regret and resentment started to grow and what had once been love turned into something ugly and angry?

“Stop,” Shoto snapped, pulling Katsuki out of his spiralling thoughts before he really could make an ass of himself and call this whole thing off. He didn’t want that, didn’t regret what they were going to do here today and all he was doing was making things worse for all of them, overthinking and dragging up issues that had already been dealt with. Shit. Maybe he was spending too much time with Deku, the nerd's neurosis starting to rub off on him. “Yeah. Sorry,” he mumbled, lifting a hand up to rub at his eyes. What was wrong with him? He had been acting like a complete moron since the three of you had come up with his hairbrained plan and it was only getting worse.

Cold fingers wrap around his, pulling Katsuki’s hand away from his eyes. Mismatched eyes were already staring back at him when Katsuki blinked his eyes open, not a trace of anger or annoyance in them. Just concern and understanding. “It’s fine,” Shoto said flatly and Katsuki huffed, nodding his head once in a sharp and jerky motion. It didn’t feel fine but then this wasn’t something Katsuki had ever thought he would be doing. When he had been a snot nosed little brat planning out his life this hadn’t been part of his plan, hadn’t even crossed his mind. He hadn’t had the time or the desire to make space in his life for a relationship let alone two of them and yet here he was, his life and heart tangled up with two idiots who he was willing to change his previously ridged and iron clan plan for. Maybe Mina was right, he had gone soft.

They stood there in silence for a few minutes, both of them just staring out across the river and its lush green banks. Everything was so still and calm yet not, the air alive with the sounds of birds and crickets and the rustle of reeds in the ever so slight breeze. “Things will be difficult for a while.” Katsuki’s eyes darted to the side at the sudden words from Shoto but he was still focused on the horizon before them, never once looking at Katsuki as he spoke in the same flat and monotone voice as always. “We all know the risks and no one more so than Y/N. Yes, people will judge us but when have you ever cared what other people think?” He turned to look at Katsuki then, his mismatched eyes clear and piercing as he stared down at him.

Katsuki stared back at him, the other man's words sinking in slowly. Shoto was right, Katsuki never had cared about what other people thought before. They were extras, background characters in his, their, story. Katsuki never had put any stock in what others thought and he shouldn’t, not really because they just didn’t matter. As long as the three of them were happy that should be all that mattered, right? Their friends and family accepted them, well the ones that mattered anyway and that should be the end of it but this was different. It was one thing to publicly commit to a polyamorous relationship it was a completely different and somewhat illegal thing to run off to a foreign country and get married. God, the old hag was going to kill him when she found out.

“I don’t,” Katsuki insisted, a slight edge of desperation to his voice. “I just,” Katsuki paused, eyes flickering to the side and the two men stood inside the cotton draped gazebo behind them, not wanting them to hear their conversation. They seemed to be deep in conversation themselves, neither of them paying him or Shoto any attention. “I don’t want this to ruin us Sho,” Katsuki finally whispered, that stupid nickname slipping out without Katsuki even meaning to. Shoto smiled, soft and reassuring as he looked at Katsuki like he was an adorable idiot. He wasn’t either of those things and Katsuki found himself scowling at the other man.

“The only thing this is going to ruin is your reputation, especially when people find out you are the one getting emotional,” Shoto deadpanned. “Fuck off,” Katsuki grumbled, shoving the other man away from. Shoto laughed, the sound light and playful and Katsuki couldn’t help but smile back, the tension in his chest easing slightly. He really was being an idiot, wasn’t he. The three of them had gone through so much throughout their lives and they had overcome every obstacle and hardship that had been thrown at them so why would this be any different? As cliche and sappy as it sounds they did have each other, an unstoppable force in the face of all the bullshit the world had to offer and all the bullshit Katsuki was currently trying to make them suffer through.

Sighing, Katsuki turned back to look at the river, letting the silence stretch out between them. Maybe it is his own inadequacies. Maybe he’s still stuck in his and Shoto’s old kitchen feeling lost and unworthy as you open up your bruised and battered heart to them. Maybe he’s just an idiot getting cold feet before making one of the biggest decisions of his life. Whatever it is his fear is real though, the worry that one day you or Shoto will wake up and realise that this thing between the three of you just wasn’t worth it, that he wasn’t worth it. Shoto was right, there would be backlash for this that none of you would be able to escape it but that didn’t change the fact that this was going to make him really fucking happy and that should be enough, shouldn’t it? The three of you happy and together, bound in a way that he had never thought would be possible. God, Shoto was right about that too, Katsuki was being the emotional one. Their publicist would have a field day if he ever found out.

“Idiot,” Katsuki finally mumbled, breaking the peaceful silence between them and nudging the other man with his shoulder. “Ummmm,” Shoto hummed softly, the sound almost lost in the gentle rustle of wind through the tall grass. Katsuki turned his head to look at him, sucking in a breath as he finally took in the man standing next to him. He looked stunning, what with the reds and yellows of the sunset behind him and highlighting his deceptively delicate features. His hair had been braided on either side of his hair, the red and white strands twisted together into a bun at the back with a few loose strands hanging down by his eyes and fluttering in the breeze. His outfit was the same as Katsuki’s, a loose fit white linen shirt with loose cream slacks and tan loafers. He looked like he had just walked off the cover of some shit romance novel and Katsuki hated the fact that it was kind of doing it for him. Katsuki hadn’t been too happy about the horribly casual outfits but now he was glad you had won that argument. He couldn’t imagine how hot he would have been if he had worn the three piece suit that he had originally wanted to.

Shoto turned to look at him, smiling softly at the blonde and he couldn’t help but smile back. “Your idiot,” Shoto said, nudging Katsuki back with his shoulder. Katsuki liked the sound of that, of Shoto being his, the both of you actually and soon enough that would be true. They would have a little bit of paper that tied the three of you together legally. Well, he and Shoto to you anyway and only legal in a handful of places. It was a start though and as soon as they found somewhere that allowed it he would be the first one to drag Shoto in front of whatever religion toting priest, rabbi or Sharman that was willing to do it. “Yeah, you are,” Katsuki stated, watching Shoto’s smile get just that little bit bigger.

Movement out the corner of his eye had Katsuki’s head snapping to the side, just in time to see a small boat rounding the corner of the river, the wooden vessel gliding effortlessly across the calm waters. “Show time,” Katsuki said, nodding towards the approaching boat, his heart fluttering and he licked nervously at his dry lips. Shoto’s head instantly snapped round, mismatched eyes practically sparkling as they watched the thing inch closer. Taking a deep breath Katsuki stood up straighter, readying himself for what was to come. He was a mix of conflicting emotions, both nervous and excited for what they were about to do and growing increasingly impatient now that you were so close.

“Come on,” Katsuki grabbed Shoto’s wrist as he turned, pulling him behind him as he made his way back down the jetty and towards the two men waiting for them inside the gazebo. It was all pleasant smiles and encouraging words as the registrar got them into position, Katsuki and Shoto on either side of the makeshift aisle that the attendant was quickly marking out with a scattering of white and pink rose petals. He was talking, probably reminding them of how the ceremony would go but Katsuki wasn’t listening. Instead he was staring intently at the petals and fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt.

Katsuki didn’t get nervous, not ever but he had to admit that what he was feeling now came pretty damned close. His palms were starting to sweat, his heart rate picking up and there was a weird fluttering in his stomach that had him questioning his breakfast choice that morning. He was excited and anxious, all his worries and fears for the future rearing their ugly heads again. What if this all blows up in their faces? What if when all was said and done and the dust had settled the very thing that was supposed to bring you closer ended up driving you further apart? There were so many things that could go wrong for the three of you and Katsuki wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with the fall out.

A cold hand grabbed hold of his, squeezing gently and pulling Katsuki away from his spiralling thoughts. He looked up from where he had been staring unseeingly at the rose petals to find Shoto smiling reassuringly at him. His grip tightened slightly on Katsuki’s hand and the blonde let go of the breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. The other man grounded him, keeping him in the moment and reminding him why he was doing this. Reminding him why he wouldn’t regret those two little words that he had been dreaming of saying since they had decided on this.

There came the sound of waves lapping at wood followed by the dull thud of something hitting the jetty. Katsuki’s breath seemed to catch in his throat, his heart falling silent as he listened for that first tentative step. There was a creak of wood, the sharp click of heels and they both turned to look at the women who had stepped out onto the jetty.

You were beautiful.

It was the first time either of them had seen you in your dress, the underlayer a light cream with a white leaf embossed lace over the top. It had a plunging neckline with wide straps and a belt holding the many layers of fabric together at your waist. With the golden loral sat atop your head, glinting in the dimming sunlight it made you look like a goddess, long forgotten and yet still stunningly powerful. You stood smiling at them, clutching a simple bouquet of papyrus grass, pink lotus and their leaves and Katsuki couldn’t bring himself to look away. Vaguely he was aware of the flash and click of a camera going off but it did nothing to distract him from the moment. So this was what Eijiro had meant when he and Pinkie got married. The world really did move in slow motion that first time you got to see the person you loved at the end of the aisle.

“You ready?” Shot whispered from beside him. It broke the moment, everything seeming to speed up around them to catch up to reality. Katsuki shifted his hand, lacing his and Shoto’s fingers together. “Yeah,” Katsuki said, “I’m ready.” Katsuki was ready for whatever the world would throw their way, ready to take that next step with you and Shoto. Katsuki loved you, the both of you and he could think of no one else he would want to spend the rest of his life with.

Until death did you part.

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mreowsu · 8 months

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SUNSETZ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

⎯⎯⎯ The lack of sleep has made Shoto delirious. On top of the exhaustion of dealing with corporate leaders with much bigger foreheads than his own, it's safe to say that he'd naturally look for the one thing that's sheltered him in times like these. A habit that he can't seem to let go—much like his attachment with you.

c/w: shoto x fem reader. ceo au. established break-up. pining shoto. shoto is a teensy-weensy bit of a cocky bastard. everything is in his pov. aged-up characters. few wmmap references. NOT proofread. w/c: 4.1k

Engrossed in a call, a man issued a curt directive to someone on the other end of the line, a reminder to be punctual–typical of a man who valued time as much as he did results.

"Get to here before 10." Dismissing the conversation with a swift hang-up, he scanned his meticulously organized desk, finding no solace in the paperwork that awaited him. He rose from the comfort of his plush leather chair with a heavy sigh, his work finished for the day.

As he strolled out the exit of his office, his eyes, narrowed with fatigue, shifted through the landscape of desks where his employees toiled, choosing to work overtime.

The click of his expensive shoes echoed on the polished floor, cutting through keystrokes and the murmurs of the workspace.

Heads turned as the footsteps reached their ears and the moment his employees caught sight of their heterochromatic boss, his presence–both assertive and commanding–slapped across their faces, prompting them to rise from their seats in a hurried scramble to bow.

He paused, dual-colored eyes incredulously sweeping over the faces before him. To be perfectly honest, Shoto had never been able to grow accustomed to the ritualistic homage, even from the many encounters he’d chance upon when he was still only looking over small affairs of the company–part of the training given under his father.

Shoto despises being placed in the center of attention like this. Still, it's not that he doesn’t appreciate the gesture–it just felt a little weird to see other human beings bow down to him; another human being. Now that he’s actually their boss, the one to oversee and have people adhere to his authority. The CEO, managing a whole company instead of just revising over a few simple paperwork. It felt surreal to Shoto, no matter the handful of times he'd been in the same situation. However, since he’s the actual head now–the root of command–Shoto supposed he would have to play his part. Plus, wouldn’t their backs be hurting, bowing like that after being sat long for what–the whole day? Even Shoto’s lower back began aching in pain just looking at them. Sciatica is waving.

After eyeing the scene taking place in front of him, Shoto opened his mouth to voice his concern. "You lot look tired, why don't you get some rest and go home to your families?"

"M-Mr. Todoroki?! Thankyouforyourconcernbutweapologizeandfinishoffsoon. Please go on ahead!"

Shoto looked at them in disbelief, nonetheless acknowledged them with a nod and continued through the rows of desks homeward with quick and long strides.

Upon reaching the lavish elevator, he pressed a button with practiced ease. The doors responded with a ding, opening to a world of polish and soft keyboard tapping. With hands tucked into his coat pockets, Shoto stepped into the elevator, the mirrored walls reflecting his placid expression as the doors sealed shut.

It never failed to surprise him, seeing these people's hardwork and dedication toward the company. Shoto wondered more than a handful of times that he didn’t deserve such diligence. Yet, most of all, what he failed to realize is why these people chose to work under him and for him, and not solely because he was the scion of the Todoroki Company.

At first, they applied for the money, obviously it's a basic necessity. But, as time went by, the employees’ respect for the Todoroki’s had accumulated over the years.

His father's leadership might be stern and absolute, yet he won't go far as to call him a tyrant. After all, under his scrutinizing watch–the company flourished, expanding its reach and solidifying its position at the top. If not of his father's authoritarian supervision, the company wouldn't be where it is today.

Enji may have been an unfulfilling father but, he sure as hell led a good jurisdiction.

Thus, it goes without saying that in everyone's eyes, they assumed the heir to be of the same attributes.

How audacious. Shoto scoffed at the thought.

Though, they all could somewhat agree that the new CEO's demeanor was cool, collected, and decidedly less overbearing. A breath of fresh air compared to the taut intensity of his predecessor's.

With his growing ire and the public's heavy expectations, Shoto will prove them wrong. How dare they regard him the same as his father.

While his father's presence demanded obedience, his commanded respect.

From the corner of his eye, Shoto noticed a few senior employees in the elevator with him, exchanging glances, their whispered comments not as discreet as they believed; they compared his every move, every decision, to his father's. Their skepticism lingered in the air, as visible to Shoto as their trembling hands were when they caught his eye.

It was in these moments that a trace of his father's sternness flickered within him. Shoto's contrasting eyes hardened, a chill settling over his expression.

He wasn't Enji, and he had zero intention of leading by his father's example.

Yet, he couldn't deny the satisfaction he felt seeing them quiver under the weight of his gaze.

A ghost of a smirk played at the corner of his lips. They could speculate all they wanted. He was here to carve his own path, to lead in a way that was true to himself, not as a carbon copy of his father.

And if they couldn't see that now, they would learn soon enough.

The elevator descended smoothly, carrying the CEO to the ground floor. His mind buzzing with the weight of his thoughts.

The hum of the elevator halted his contemplation, and by the time the doors opened, Shoto wore a mask of stoicism once more.

He navigated through the expansive office lobby. The receptionist extended a polite greeting, only to receive a curt nod. Shoto’s mind already a world away.

Stepping into the frigid night, a sleek black car awaited him at the curb, its presence seamlessly blending with the darkness.

The chauffeur, a composed and capable woman, opened the back door with a deft touch.

Acknowledging her with a curt nod, Shoto settled into the plush interior.

As the vehicle's door clicked shut, the lights from the city through the tinted windows cast a faint glow on Shoto's contemplative face. With his eyes shut, he mumbled to the driver, his voice carrying a trace of exhaustion.

"I didn't expect you to be here already," he referred to his prior phone call.

The driver slid further open the small private window between the two of them, replying with a calm assurance, "It would be rude to keep you waiting, Mr. Todoroki, and it is also my first day. I wouldn't want to start out disappointing you, Sir. "

Shoto’s brows knit into a frown at the use of his title and surname.

It was a name weighed with expectations, a responsibility he didn't ask for, an inheritance he wished to escape.

A name he detested.

Nevertheless, he nodded in acknowledgment. "Good job."

"Thank you, sir," the woman thanked as she started the car, guiding through the busy streets.

The dark vehicle glided up a gravel path leading to a japanese mansion, its headlights casting long shadows against traditional wood.

As it rolled to a smooth stop, Shoto exited briefly, stepping into the night's cool air.

The car drove away, leaving him standing before the wooden gates of the mansion.

Shoto’s tired eyes dulled the longer he stared at the solid, dark wood. This was the sight that greeted him every evening, its sturdy, intricate carvings a familiar, if weary, sight.

Shoto sighed, running a hand through his dual locks.

This has become a repetitive routine that he’s slowly gotten tired of. Each night he returned to this imposing fortress, and each night it felt less like home. Everything about it bothered him, from the series of unpleasant memories to the sense of void it carried.

What’s more unfortunate was that he had once imagined these gates opening to someone’s warm smile, someone who made the routine feel worthwhile.

But those days were behind him, and thinking of her now only made him feel pathetic.

"No," he muttered to himself, shaking off the thought. Now was not the time to dwell on what could have been.

His current home shared the traditional touch of the previous Todoroki residence, a place he immediately fled from the moment he graduated.

With a sigh, he approached the single door from the side of the gates, hand lifting for the door's keypad. His fingers familiarly tapped out a sequence of numbers and as he entered the code, a quiet beep echoed from it.

Though it wasn't just any code, it was a date seared into his memory–his anniversary with you.

The date was a relic from a time when his life was balanced. When he was happy. Free from his heritage and grounded by your presence. Even now, when you were long gone to him, Shoto still couldn't bring himself to change it.

The little dot blinked green and a click was heard from the inside, signaling the door was unlocked. His hand stopped from swinging the door open, pausing.

There was something–Shoto felt something, twisting and turning, threatening to burst, to reopen.

But, he won't let it happen. Ohoh, no. He can't. If he did, he'd have to start over. Pick up where he left off, which was going back to zero.

Yes, he's aware. This was nothing but a crude game of emotions.

Shoto abruptly swung the wooden gate open, as if to jumpscare the feelings away and hopefully cease from his mind.

From there he stepped inside, leaving the thoughts right where it should be. Away from him and outside his tall, unyielding walls.

Infront of him was a stone pathway that led to the house. The path was meticulously arranged, weaving through a miniature forest of perfectly pruned bonsai trees.

Each tree placed with precision that just seemed too careful not to notice. As if they held a private meaning known only to him–or perhaps, meant for someone who was no longer there.

Shoto's gaze softened as he walked, you once mentioned how much you loved the subtle fragrance they brought-

Pause.

The crisp night air carried away a faint scent of the bonsai, an otto that felt familiar and distant. Shoto’s steps halted, and he found himself standing in the middle of the pathway.

Your words echoed vividly in his mind as the day you had said them, and his chest tightened having reminded of something he’s tried so hard to forget. He had created this stone path with the purpose of walking it together with you–and it did come to fruition but, only for a painful while.

If he had known then what he knew now–he might have chosen differently.

The bonsai, with its delicate leaves, were now just a bittersweet, painful reminder of a dream left in thin air.

Shoto stood there for a moment longer, the suffocating quiet of night enveloping him. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze was the only sound, ruffling his dual hair along the way, like a soft lullaby to his ever restless mind and the wind a familiar, kind hand caressing awful thoughts away.

After a deep breath, Shoto resumed his walk, each step a quiet, provisional acceptance of the past he could not change and the present he had to live with.

And this is exactly it. All he needed to do was to walk it off.

Shoto reached the end of the pathway and slid open the large wooden door of the house, stepping into the spacious genkan–only to be greeted by silence and the soft hum of the air conditioner.

Well, what exactly did he expect? That you'd pop out and greet him ‘welcome home’?

Shoto shuddered, whether it was from the thought or the air-conditioning, he didn't know.

It might be the latter though, he noted that he should turn it down; how tedious.

Shoto removed his coat and shoes limpidly, placing them in their designated spots in the shoe cabinet even as it was the only pair of coat and shoes in there. He was used to seeing various shoes and clothing in there beside his, sizes much too small for him. Now, it was empty.

He's become quite foolish.

Shoto walked further into the halls of the house, the muted sound of his footsteps echoing off the wooden floors.

He glanced around, getting a whiff of the faint scent of sandalwood, a familiar fragrance that usually brought comfort but today, felt almost too still, too quiet, too empty.

Yet another annoying, insistent reminder of what should have been.

Passing by the shoji screens, Shoto turned to gaze through its equipped narrow, rectangular windows and at the garden beyond–a cherry blossom tree sitting right in the middle of the courtyard, pink petals gently drifting into a small koi pond that framed its base. Solar-quipped lanterns, artfully placed around the pond, casted a soft, warm glow, illuminating the tranquil waters and the floating petals with gentle radiance.

He slid one of the screens open to take a better look, taking a moment to enjoy the simplicity of it all.

His dual-colored eyes glanced around, brushing over the simple elegance and the intricate patterns of his surroundings.

The peaceful scene was a welcome distraction from the weight of his thoughts.

Despite the beautiful milieu, Shoto couldn't shake the feeling that the house was too pristine, almost sterile, as if waiting for something or someone to bring it to life.

It made him think of the memories that once filled these spaces, now reduced to more or less of what it should be–just memories.

A twinge of something tugged at Shoto's chest, a feeling he quickly tried to dismiss. He took a deep breath and stifled it, mentally squashing the unwelcomed emotion, like a bug. There was no time for such thoughts, not now.

Shoto's the CEO of Todoroki Enterprises, a man burdened by responsibilities, yet momentarily appeased by the efficiency of those who served him. He wielded authority with almost a cool confidence that mirrored him.

Despite his success, there was still an emptiness–a yearning for something he had lost amidst the demands of his prestigious, wretched surname.

It was as if he'd misplaced a piece of his soul–probably somewhere between a stack of paperwork and his last coffee break.

After Shoto’s bi-colored eyes had their fill, the soft shush of paper sliding against the frame sounded briefly, the screen sliding back into place. He turned and continued wandering past his hallways.

Shoto sighed, the quiet, bare walls sharing the quiet, bare emotions within him. Memories of warmth, and the gentle touch of a past haunted his mind like persistent ghosts.

He couldn't forget the times when soft fingers would comb through his hair–gentle, soothing, not quite like his mother's, yet reminiscent of her tenderness. These hands belonged to someone else, someone whose touch Shoto didn’t want to remember.

Yet, his mind replayed recollections that Shoto desperately shoves to the deepest pits of his mind, never to see the light of day again. Still, they refuse to stay hidden.

They played back in vivid detail, like scenes from a childhood horror movie Shoto desperately wished he could forget, to never have discovered.

Each memory a bittersweet reminder of such a grave mistake he’s wished, prayed to never have commited.

The walls around him, icy, aching, unforgiving. Barriers Shoto had unknowingly constructed–cracked, melted, and Shoto found himself longing for the comfort and warmth he once knew.

The feeling of such love, moments of happiness–all were sacrifices made for the sake of upholding his family legacy.

The burden of being a Todoroki had forced Shoto to let go of those simple pleasures. Of you.

Maybe keeping your relationship a secret from his father wasn't a good idea, perchance.

Shoto just stood, staring into empty space as the distance between you grew. Turning the love you once shared into grains of sand slipping through his fingers. It hurt to see you go. And that pain stuck around like a lasting mark on the pristine canvas of his life.

Shoto gave you a choice, hoping against hope that you’d stay. But, the woman you are–still chose different.

‘Don’t think about anything else. Decide this with only yourself in mind. Don’t leave. Choose me.’

A bitter smile stretched its way onto his lips. He had begged–almost prayed to you, pleading like a pitiful man clinging onto a lifeline.

Since then, Shoto had done his best to forget, to push the memories of you into the shadows of his mind.

But, how could he?

More than anything, it was the memory of you that tugged at his heart the most. The effortless blessedness you brought into his life, how in your presence, Shoto felt seen, understood, and cherished in a way that was almost too good–it was something he had tried–and failed–to forget. Could you blame him? You were the exact embodiment of those simple pleasures he was forced to relinquish.

And how could he? When the very place he lives in, every corner and every room, was a home he had painstakingly built for you?

Each wall, every piece of furniture, carried a pieces of your presence, another painstakingly constant reminder–the house–once filled with hopes of a future together, now wordlessly stood as a witness to the love of two beings, lost.

So, how could he?

A bitter taste of regret accompanied the sigh that escaped his lips.

Shoto knew he couldn't afford to dwell on these thoughts; they were a distraction from the cut-throat world of corporate affairs. His position as CEO demanded a relentless focus, a commitment to the legacy of the Todoroki name that left little room for personal indulgences.

With a visible shake of his head, as if physically casting away the haunting memories, Shoto moved through the corridors of the house.

Even the walls themselves seemed to whisper your name, carrying fragments of conversations and laughter that now were just distant echoes.

Eventually, Shoto found himself in the kitchen, countertops neatly lined with simple utensils. Its cold vide only amplifying the void he felt.

Pouring himself a glass of water, Shoto took a sip, the cool liquid providing a fleeting rest for his overheated, troubled mind. A nearby stool beckoned him, and Shoto sank into its plush embrace.

The monotony of his routine, the endless meetings and negotiations, had left him looking for a semblance of normalcy.

Shoto missed the comforting feeling of a home–a place that should’ve been a sanctuary but, felt like nothing more than just an empty shell of a mansion built for someone that wasn’t even fucking there.

Reclining on the stool, Shoto's thoughts drifted to you, much to his disdain–the sweetheart from high school–turned college love.

The memories, ones he deemed useless and foolish to him, now clawed at the recesses of his mind. The ache in his chest persisted, an uninvited guest refusing to leave.

He closed his eyes, attempting to drown out the intrusive emotions. The sound of his own breathing, the hum of the city beyond the windows, and the distant echoes of your soft laughter mingled into an annoying broken record player in his ears. It did have a way of lingering in the air.

This is the worst.

Fluttering them back open, a bitter chuckle escaped his lips, and a sardonic smile curled at the corners of his lips.

What happened to denying his father?

He had foolishly done exactly what that old man had expected of him. In trying to prove himself and stick to his rebellion, he had stupidly walked straight into the trap of expectations laid out for him. And in the process, he had watched his only means of happiness, shredded by the very ambitions that were supposed to set him free.

Now, here he was, alone in a kitchen, wallowing in self-pity. He had lost the one person who had truly believed in him, who had seen him for who he was, and not for what he could become–not like someone else he knew.

The irony was ridiculously funny but he wasn’t laughing.

He had ended up exactly where he never wanted to be–burdened by expectations, and far removed from the life he wanted, where you were there.

Another sarcastic chuckle vibrated from his chest,

so much for carving his own path.

The ring of his phone shattered his thoughts, demanding his attention. With a resigned sigh, Shoto answered, his voice betraying none of the inner turmoil. The business world, with its relentless demands, was a familiar territory–one where he excelled without a hint of vulnerability. A comforting escape.

As the call ended and the phone back in his coat's pocket, Shoto found himself perched on the counter, an arm outsrecthed as he rested his cheek on top. Shoto glanced at the reflection of his dull eyes in the countertop, a few strands of his white hair clouding his vision.

Each time he returned to this devoid mansion.. he can’t help but see glimpses of the life he had once planned. Much more so in this kitchen, where he had mindlessly wandered to.

It had been designed with your favorite meals in mind. A space normally reserved for breakfast, lunch and dinner but with the way he’s moping, it seemed far better suited for a place to cry in–no better when the scent of your favorite meals still lingered in the air.

With a quiet sigh, Shoto closed his eyes. Allowing himself to succumb to the pull of you.

He has lost. He’s aware. He can deny you for how long he could. But at the end of the day, he’d still always end up showing all his cards like this.

He will always remember the shape your mouth made whenever you called his name. This place, the kitchen, a witness to countless evenings when you'd wake up from a sleepover and hungry at the dead of night. You'd sneakily make food–opening the hatch of the microwave at the last second just before it beeped. You really thought you were slick. But, he knew it all. All were anything but a not-so-comforting reminder of the domestic bliss you had once shared.

Shoto balled a fist in the front of his dress shirt, an aching feeling he knew all too well.

He thought about the nights on the couch, tangled in each other's arms, talking quietly, and how you just understood him without many words. Your love was a refreshing difference to the superficial success, adding vibrant colors to the otherwise dull canvas of his life.

His mind then drifted to the rich color of your eyes whenever you’d catch even a glimpse of him–and how he would see his reflection in them. Beautiful. And crushingly so. It brought him back to the times he was so sure of his future for once; and it was yet again, with you.

He had the undertones of your fingers memorized, and the way you traced absentminded patterns on his skin seared into his mind like it was, in fact, your own marked brand into the pristine canvas that was his life. He'd kiss each one of them from the pads to your knuckles and only then would he look up just to see the crooks in the smile you'd give him before stealing it away with a gentle kiss. Each memory, it was like a stroke of a brush painting a clear picture of a love that once meant everything to him.

With a sad exhale, Shoto dug his head deeper into the crook of his arm. His mind knows he shouldn’t. And even if his heart wanted to take its time with each of them, he saw the tender moments fly by his eyes much too quickly, felt the gentlest of touch, and when the world felt too overwhelming, his burdens too great–he’d hear quiet whispers of comfort that once brought him peace.

Like a calming melody, and with the distant city acting like a soothing lullaby. Memories wrapped him, creating a comforting hum that felt much like an old, familiar tune.

Shoto fluttered his eyes closed, basking in the anamnesis of your fond memories. The city’s noises gradually disperesed, and he heard the sweet sound of your voice take place.

There was no use running away. You were a constant presence behind his closed eyelids–and he knew then and there, he couldn’t avoid you any longer.

Teetering on the edge of sleep, the lines between reality and what he remembered dissolved into nothing but a hazy blur in his mind. He could still feel your touch, a lingering sensation from the times he had fallen asleep in your arms–weaving the threads that would soon stitch the fabric of his dreams.

In a wordless indication of surrender, Shoto’s last coherent thought was of you. And for a moment, he thought he heard your voice before the world had tilted on its axis and darkness engulfed him completely.

Wrote this in the middle of revising for exams cus the thought of shoto as a rich but, miserable ceo was too good–and in return I wrote this absolutely cracked. even myself reading this is making me feel dyslexic.. I hope u enjoyed ㅠㅠ

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Made to Destroy ⭑˚💎⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

bnha x op!reader

op!reader, my hero academia x fem!reader, reverse harem, over powered reader, f!reader

You are the product of a series of twisted experiments, an anomaly that shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place. Thankfully, you are taken into the arms of a hero and given a new purpose in life. But as you soon discover, it isn’t easy to deny your true nature, especially when you were made to destroy.

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You awaken.

It's a strange feeling, to go from complete darkness to a world of bright, shining artificial lights. The sudden exposure sends your senses into overdrive and causes you to blink repeatedly, to the point that your eyes start watering.

“...I can’t believe it,” you hear someone mumble. “It actually worked. I’m a genius!”

There’s a man in front of you. He’s got a bushy mustache and a pair of distinct, thick-rimmed goggles that prevent you from seeing into his eyes clearly. An elderly man, although it’s hard to tell his exact age. The only other noteworthy thing about him is that he’s wearing a white lab coat.

And based on how widely he’s grinning, he seems to be rather pleased about something.

He quickly clears his throat. “Ahem. I suppose I shouldn’t get too ahead of myself. I need to test all your senses first. You can hear me, I’m assuming? You’re certainly reacting to visual stimuli, like the light shining in your eyes. If you can hear me and understand what I’m saying, nod your head once.”

At first, you just blink, still disoriented and confused, but soon enough, his words sink in.

You nod, and the man—Dr. Garaki—seems even more pleased than he was just a few seconds ago.

“Excellent!” he exclaims, and you watch as he scribbles something down onto a clipboard. “Language comprehension is working just fine too. Although now it’s time for the real test. Listen closely, please. I’ve decided I want to call you [Name]. Can you try saying that? Try saying your name for me, little one.”

You stare at him for a few moments, and even though you understand what he’s asking of you, it still takes a while for your mouth to move the way you want it to.

But eventually, you succeed.

“[N-Name],” you repeat, sounding a bit uncertain at first. You knit your brows together and try again, and this time, it’s far less shaky. “[Name].”

“Oh, marvelous!” Dr. Garaki praises. He even claps his hands together, incapable of hiding his excitement. “Yes, what a truly wonderful job! Well done. It suits you, too. I really have a knack when it comes to naming my creations.”

He doesn’t ask you to say anything else, so you sit perfectly still, just staring at him. However, you’ve just learned something. You have a name.

For some reason, it makes your heart clench, and you’re not quite sure how to describe what you’re feeling.

Perhaps that’s another thing you have yet to learn.

“You really are a masterful, prodigal creation,” Dr. Garaki says, stroking his mustache. “It’s incredible. All of your senses appear to be fully functional, and not only that, but you can understand things and communicate, just like a real human would. I always thought that creating Nomus would be the greatest exploit of my career, and I failed so many times before when I tried to artificially engineer a human without a corpse as a base... but you managed to surpass all my expectations. Perhaps I should call you my little miracle.”

You don’t understand what he’s trying to say, but once again, he seems rather pleased.

“Best of all is your appearance,” he continues, brushing a finger against your cheek. “Just looking at you, everyone would assume you’re an ordinary little girl! I truly have outdone myself this time around. The Nomus are beautiful in their own way, but you are a carbon copy of the human race. A perfect replication.”

This man sure likes to talk a lot. Or maybe he talks a perfectly normal amount, but you just don’t have any other frame of reference to compare it to.

Dr. Garaki steps closer to you and smiles. “Now, then. I still have some tests to finish running, so be a good girl and sit still. Don’t worry. It’ll only take a moment.”

You don’t really have any idea of what’s normal or not, which is why you don’t move a single muscle as he straps your limbs down to the chair and makes sure to tighten the fastenings shut, so that you can’t break free.

You are ignorant. You can’t possibly know any better. So, when Dr. Garaki inches towards you, gripping a scalpel between his fingers, all you do is stare at him quietly.

And then there’s just pain.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, and you scream out at the top of your lungs as Dr. Garaki slices into your flesh, showing zero remorse.

You’ve only ever spoken your name, so you’re not quite sure what to say to get him to stop, but eventually, the words bubble up to the surface.

“S-Stop... stop it! It... hurts...”

“Oh-ho!” he muses. “Already assembling sentences on your own, I see. You register pain just like a normal human would too. It’s truly splendid!”

Despite your outcry, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even bother to apologize. He just keeps carving you up, ignoring all of your tortured, anguished screams, as well as the look of sheer desperation on your face.

It feels like you’re about to die. You’ve only known what it’s like to live for a few brief moments, and already, it’s going to be taken from you.

All this pain, all of this blood... and yet, you still haven’t died yet.

Why?

“Ah-ha!” Dr. Garaki exclaims. He steps back and grins cruelly. “It took a while for your body to respond, but there it is! The regeneration is finally kicking in. For a moment, I was worried I hadn’t transplanted the Quirk correctly. Thank goodness everything is in order.”

He finally stops. You let out a shuddering breath, and you’re suddenly aware of a damp feeling on your cheeks, as well as the fact that your vision is blurry.

Oh. You must be crying.

“No need for tears, little one,” Dr. Garaki reassures. “Go on, take a look. Your body is repairing itself as we speak. Everything is going to be just fine.”

He’s right. Just a few moments ago, you were in so much pain that it felt like you would cease to exist, but now you watch as your bloody, mutilated skin pieces itself back together, until you’re practically brand new.

The injuries are gone, and so is the pain.

Dr. Garaki smiles. “See? There’s no reason to be afraid. I’ve made you durable. An incredible creation you may very well be, but you’re of no use to me if you break right away.”

Something about what he just said doesn’t exactly sit right with you. A voice in your head is telling you to trust this man and listen to everything he says. To follow all of his orders without fail and carry out his ambitions.

But another voice in your head—admittedly, a much smaller one—is telling you the exact opposite.

And for some reason, that’s the voice you choose to listen to.

“It hurt,” you mutter accusingly. “I asked you... to stop.”

Dr. Garaki frowns, clearly bewildered. “Hm? You sure are becoming increasingly talkative. You must be absorbing information even faster than I thought you would. But like I said, you’re fine. You can handle far more damage than this. Trust me. You can always trust me, alright?”

No. You get the feeling that you shouldn’t trust him. You shouldn’t trust a single word that comes out of his mouth, and if you stay here, there’s a very good chance that he’ll hurt you again.

So, the solution is obvious.

You need to leave.

“I’m leaving,” you declare. Dr. Garaki proceeds to stare at you in disbelief, and he even sets his clipboard aside so that he can give you his undivided attention.

“You’re not leaving,” he frowns. “And why would you want to leave? I’m your creator. I brought you to life. I engineered you specifically so that you would serve me and obey my commands, and you say you want to leave? How does any of that make sense? Is it possible I made a mistake somewhere...?”

He scratches his mustache, unable to make sense of the situation. Even now, there’s still that irritating voice that’s telling you to obey, but you grit your teeth and fight against it, refusing to succumb to the pressure.

And then you feel it. Something wells up from deep inside you, and as you stare down at the infuriating bindings that are tying you down to the chair, you suddenly realize: Oh. I can break these.

So, you do.

“...what in the world?!”

Dr. Garaki lets out a squeal as you break free of the restraints and kick the chair to the side. He instinctively reaches for the scalpel, then points it towards you, most likely as an act of self-defense.

Unfortunately, seeing that bloody scalpel again elicits painful memories, and it makes you really, really angry.

You feel it again. It’s as if something is bubbling up inside of you, desperately seeking release. It pulses and flows, moving through your body in the form of energy. Power. Strength.

“You’re out of your mind!” Dr. Garaki screams. “You’re supposed to listen to everything I say! What’s wrong with you?! You’re a faulty product! You're damaged goods! Now, sit back down and stay put before I—”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. You swing your arm out, and he should be thanking his lucky stars that he managed to jump away in time.

Destruction unfolds. You’re not quite sure what you did, but you made sure to channel all the strength you could muster, and now the room you’re in—which upon closer inspection, is some kind of lab—has practically been torn to shreds.

Dr. Garaki is trapped underneath a pile of rubble, and he whimpers helplessly. “I-I don’t understand. The only Quirk I gave you... was the ability to regenerate. Is this... some kind of mutation? But how did it...”

He passes out, either from shock, pain, or some combination of the two.

It’s then that you spot a hole in the wall that must have formed when you unleashed your attack earlier. It’s quite small, but you’re fairly small too, so there’s a good chance you’ll fit.

You drop to your knees and crawl. It’s a snug fit, but you manage to wiggle your way through, and after a brief patch of darkness, you emerge on the other side.

A bright sky greets you. It’s sunny and warm, and you decide that you quite like this feeling. It’s certainly far more pleasant than being inside the lab, with its murky scent and unnatural lights. It seems as though your decision to leave was the right one after all.

You clench your hand into a fist. That strange burst of energy you felt earlier is completely gone. You must have used up all your strength. But it’s okay. You’re free now.

You’re free, and you will discover all that life has to offer.

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TL;DR: I post yandere/horror/monster self-insert stories and (mostly) funny doodles. Yes, I'm over 18. Any pronouns.

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confused-red-head · 1 year

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These Curses We Bear

Masterlist

Pro-Hero!Shouto Todoroki x Psychic Medium Detective!Reader

WARNING:

This fic inculdes some dark themes, death, descriptions of dead bodies(no excessive gore), paranormal activities, blood, violence, cursing, angst, angst WITH COMFORT(moreso in later chapters), mentions of trauma, mentions of illness, fem!reader, READER TALKS TO GHOSTS, ghost child in chapter 1, children in general, Reader being a dork, home break-in, slowish burn, minor self harm(skin picking), pro hero au, aged up characters, stranger to friends to lovers,etc.

More will be added as chapters are posted and posted to each chapter.

Chapter 1 - If These Walls Could Talk

Chapter 2 - Butterflies

Chapter 3 - Here Comes The Sun

Chapter 4 -

Chapter 5 -

To be Continued...

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Author's Note: I am open to hearing peoples' ideas about this fic and am open to suggestions. I may also change the banner for this fic so be aware that the banner may not remain the same.

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ghostxrose · 5 months

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Of Monsters and Men | Bakugo Katsuki x OC

Summary ~ The war between humanity and aliens began in 2013 when the first Kaiju hauled itself out of the depths of the ocean. It rampaged through three cities, destroying everything in its path and killing thousands before it was finally taken down. As more Kaiju emerged from the sea, nations put aside rivalries and hatred in order to ban together and find a solution to save the human race.

Azusa had never imagined that this would be the world that she would grow up in. Mankind using giant robots to take down massive alien monsters sounds like the stuff of movies not the reality that she’s forced to live. She had also never imagined signing herself up to battle the monsters from the sea, but somebody needed to avenge her brother’s death and her father sure as hell wasn’t doing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, potentially triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, suicidal ideation, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Heyy, Lovelies! This fic is my twist on MHA characters in the Pacific Rim universe. I am absolutely obsessed with Pacific Rim, it's probably my most favorite movie! So this fic is my mash up of two of my fave things. It is xOC instead of xReader, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same. I'm one of those readers who will imagine myself as the main chacter no matter what, so this can be read as reader-insert. Anyway, enough with my rambling, enjoy the story My Lovelies! <3

“Get going, Azusa!” He says with urgency as he ushers her out of the kitchen.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere without you, Toya! I have a bad feeling about this one! Please listen to me, don’t go with Dad!” She pleads over the sounds of their younger siblings crying.

“Dammit Azusa, I have to! Dad doesn’t have another co-pilot! We’ll be fine, just go!” He borderline shouts at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Don’t go! Please, don’t go!” She cries, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the door.

“Fucking let me go! This is a job, Azusa, and I’ve been called to go do it! Go help Mom with Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto!” He yells, ripping his arm out of her grasp and rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Dammit, Toya-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Jolting upright in her bed, chest heaving and tears wetting her face, Azusa slams the button on her alarm. Letting out a groan, she wipes at her face and tries to even out her breathing. It takes a few minutes, as it always does, but she finally manages to recover and drags herself out of bed.

“Thanks, subconscious.” She mumbles bitterly as she makes her way to the bathroom. She goes through the motions of her everyday routine; getting dressed, putting her hair up, brushing her teeth, staring at the old family vacation photo on her dresser for too long.. Numbly, she finishes lacing up her boots, then stands up ready to answer the door for the knock she knows is coming.

The predicted knock does happen and she opens the door to greet her sister, “Morning, Fuyumi.” She says as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Good morning, Azusa! You ready for today?” Fuyumi asks her as the two make their way to the elevator.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She says with a slight shrug as they step into the elevator.

After pressing the button for the Mess Hall, Fuyumi joins her sister in leaning against the back wall of the elevator. She bumps her shoulder against Azusa’s with a small playful smile on her face.

“It’s a big day for you, kinda thought you’d be more hyped.” She comments, her features taking on a bit of concern.

“It’s just another day, Yumi. Just another day of being one of his soldiers that he couldn’t give less of a damn about.” Azusa replies in an emotionless tone to cover up the anger burning beneath her skin.

Fuyumi lets out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors open, “He does care, Zusa… And I know that it won’t be the same without Toya there to cheer you on.. but it’s been three years. There was nothing more you could have done that day to stop him. He’s gone, you’re here, and you worked your ass off to get to this point. You deserve to feel excited about today.” She says tiredly as they walk up to the food line.

“Yeah..” Azusa responds quietly, letting the conversation fizzle out. They fill up their trays with no further conversation being made, then head for a table with open seating.

Unfortunately for both of them the only table with open seating just so happens to be next to the table that Katsuki Bakugo and his group are sitting at. Azusa rolls her eyes at the comments and praises she hears being thrown the blonde’s way as she sits down. It’s been two years since her group entered the Ranger Program and Bakugo’s arrogant personality hasn’t dimmed a bit. Not even being behind the scenes during humanity’s war against aliens has done anything to lessen his pompous attitude.

“Who do you think you’ll be Drift-compatible with, Bakugo?” Azusa hears Mina’s perky voice ask.

“I don’t think any of you extras could handle being in my head and I sure as hell don’t wanna be in any of your idiotic brains. I’m just gonna ask the Marshal to let me pilot by my damn self.” Bakugo replies with a tone full of annoyance, earning himself a few gasps of shock and a bit of laughter.

“Oh c’mon man, you know single piloting is impossible even with the tech we have now! Plus, I think we’d be Drift-compatible! We work well together and we’re both super manly!” She hears Kirishima exclaim and she lets out a small huff of laughter at the pose she knows he’s doing even without looking at him.

“I don’t need a damn co-pilot and if I am forced to have one, it better not be any of you idiots!” Bakugo bites out and Azusa rolls her eyes once again as she digs into her breakfast.

“What a jerk, Dad’s gonna be pissed if Bakugo actually puts in that request,” Fuyumi comments quietly before taking a sip of her juice.

Azusa silently nods her head in absentminded agreement as she takes another bite. Suddenly, everyone around her quiets down, their heads bowing in respect and words becoming low whispers.

“Good morning, Rangers.” Marshal Todoroki greets, his booming voice echoing throughout the Mess Hall and demanding attention.

“As many of you know, today is the day that groups A through D will be testing to find their Drift-compatibility partners, or rather, their co-pilots. All other groups will be excused from their training to witness the event, but do not mistake this as a free day. Learn something from what you witness. As for groups A through D, tests will begin at 0800. Be prepared and be on time.” He continues, his stern tone making everyone give an intimidated nod of understanding.

“Ranger Azusa Todoroki,” Marshal Todoroki calls out, causing everyone’s eyes to turn toward the girl. Azusa clenches her jaw and her eyes meet the cold blue ones of her father.

“Come to my office once you have finished breakfast. Thank you, everyone, you may carry on.” He finishes with a slight bow of his head before he and his second-in-command, Marshal Shota Aizawa, turn to leave. Noise ensues once again with the disappearance of the Marshal’s presence. Meaningless chatter and the clattering of dishware fill the room, but one voice, in particular, catches Azusa’s attention as very much intended by the voice’s owner.

“Aww, the princess get in trouble, again?” Bakugo’s taunting comment grates at Azusa’s eardrums and her grip on her chopsticks tightens.

Other than the whitening of her knuckles, she gives no reaction toward the blonde, her eyes cast down toward her food tray despite wanting to glare at Bakugo. She numbly finishes her breakfast, tells Fuyumi that she’ll see her later, then stands to clear her place. She can feel eyes on her as she takes her tray to the trash bin, but she maintains her facade of emotionless neutrality as she walks out of the Mess Hall.

“The fuck does the old man want now?” She mumbles out angrily under her breath as she steps into the elevator.

Jamming her finger against the button for the floor that the Marshal’s office is on, she lets out a long breath. Stepping back to the middle of the elevator, Azusa crosses her arms over her chest and closes her eyes. A minute or two passes and the elevator groans as it comes to a stop. She prepares herself, mentally and physically, to step out of the elevator when the doors begin to open but pauses when she comes face to face with Marshal Todoroki.

“Marshal?” She questions, bowing her head slightly, confusion flashing over her features before she settles back into her neutral state.

“We will be going down to the Shatterdome instead.” Marshal Todoroki says, his voice taking on a much different tone than earlier.

He stares at Azusa with an expectant look as he waits for her to move back so that he can step into the elevator. Azusa shakes the confusion from her mind and dutifully steps back to let the large man through the doorway. Tense silence fills the cramped-feeling space as she presses the button for the Shatterdome. The elevator groans once again as it begins descending.

“Why are we going to the Shatterdome, Sir?” Azusa asks, tone neutral and emotionless and the Marshal lets out a tired sigh.

“Azusa, please, it’s just the two of us you can call me da-”

“I stopped calling you that a long time ago, Enji. Why would I start again now? Just tell me why you wanted me to meet with you instead of letting me go get ready for my Drift-compatibility tests.” Azusa bites out, cutting off her father’s words.

Marshal Todoroki’s jaw clenches and his fists clench before the tension deflates from his body and a look of defeat fills his features, “I want to show you something.” He replies vaguely and Azusa sends him an incredulous look.

“You want to show me something?? This is ridiculous! I need to be getting ready, not dealing with your feeble attempts at earning my forgiveness ba-” Azusa’s anger gets the better of her until she cuts herself off, clamping her mouth shut as the elevator doors open.

Marshal Todoroki stays silent as they step out of the elevator, only opening his mouth to greet others. They move through the hustle and bustle of the Shatterdome, walking past Jaeger after Jaeger and all of the people working on said Jaegers. They finally stop at the far end of Bay 12, both of them turning their bodies toward the Jaeger standing tall against the wall. Azusa’s neck cranes as she looks up at the gigantic robot, a tidal wave of emotions flooding her as she takes it in.

“Bravo Inferno,” Azusa whispers out, tears building up on her lash lines and the Marshal quietly nods from beside her. “The day Toya died.. I thought she was too destroyed to salvage, I mean, you barely came back in one piece.. H-how is she here?” She asks, her voice thick with emotion and tears slipping down her face.

“It took the repair techs a long time, but they were able to put her back together. In fact, she’s better than she was before.. on the inside, that is. I made sure the outside was redone to look the same as when she first came out of production.” Marshal Todoroki says quietly, his hands clasped behind his back professionally but his face full of emotions.

Azusa stares up at her brother’s old Jaeger with a mixture of awe and sadness. The blue flame-colored paint reflects the lights of the Shatterdome, giving it a pearlescent shine. Bravo Inferno’s emblem, a flaming phoenix, is stamped proudly on the left side of its chest along with the numbers from the year it was made. From head to toe, the Jaeger looks just like it had the day Azusa watched it leave the base being piloted by her brother for the last time.

“What was the point of this?” Azusa asks, coming back to her senses and remembering that she is standing with the man responsible for her brother’s death. “You piloting again or something?”

Still looking up at Bravo Inferno, the Marshal shakes his head, “No, my piloting days are long since over with. I’m passing Bravo Inferno on to you, Azusa. It’s.. it’s what Toya would have wanted had he thought the war would still be going on.” He says looking at Azusa with the ghost of a smile on his saddened face.

It takes a moment for Azusa to work past the lump in her throat, to straighten her back even though she wants to fall to her knees and sob. A strained “thank you” makes its way out of her mouth as she blinks away the tears in her eyes.

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Azusa cracks her knuckles before crossing her arms and waiting for the tests to begin. She and the other Rangers who will be testing today are gathered around the training mats, most idly chatting as they wait for Marshal Todoroki and Marshal Aizawa. She does a quick glance around and sees some of the other Rangers stretching, so she follows suit.

“Hey, Azusa!” Someone calls out excitedly right as Azusa hears footsteps approaching her. Turning her head, she catches sight of Tetsutetsu and Kendo making their way toward her. She sends them a small smile and waves, Tetsutetsu’s bright smile making her want to put on sunglasses.

“Hey guys,” she says when the two get up to her, narrowly dodging Tetsutetsu when he tries to engulf her in a hug.

“You nervous?” Kendo asks when the three of them fall back into warm-up stretches.

“Nope. I just hope that I get a good co-pilot.” Azusa answers simply as she leans further into a leg lunge.

“How are you not nervous?? Literally, everyone will be watching; Rangers, Rangers-in-training, Marshal Aizawa, Marshal Todoroki.. You’re seriously not nervous about your dad watching the tests??” Tetsutetsu rambles out before he is whacked upside the head by Kendo.

“Dude, shut up!” Kendo reprimands and Azusa huffs out a laugh.

“No, I’m not nervous. I don’t care who’s watching.” Azusa says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Attention, Rangers!” Marshal Aizawa’s stern voice calls out and everyone stands at attention.

“At ease,” Marshal Todoroki calls out next as he steps up next to Marshal Aizawa. Everyone relaxes but keeps their full attention on the two men at the front of the room.

“We’ll go over a brief explanation of how the tests will work, then we’ll get started.” Marshal Aizawa starts as the bleachers along the walls of the room begin filling with the other groups of Rangers-in-training that aren’t testing.

“The tests will work like this; one-on-one melee combat with bo staffs. You all have been broken up into smaller groups based on your results from previous Drift simulations and screenings. These one-on-ones will help better identify who exactly you work well with. Remember Rangers, these are dialogues, not fights. The goal is to find a co-pilot that keeps up with your moves and keeps the scores even. Should one of you outright win a match then we’ll know that person is not a match for you. The cementing stage of this test will occur at a later date when you and your co-pilot are assigned a Jaeger and go through your first real Drift together.” Marshal Aizawa explains in his normal serious yet tired tone.

“Rangers Bakugo, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Todoroki, Kendo, and Hado, grab your bo staffs then step onto the mat. Each of you will have one match with each other then Marshal Todoroki and I will review your scores later. Your co-pilots will be announced tomorrow if we get through everyone’s tests today. Marshal Todoroki, if you would choose the starting pairings, please,” Marshal Aizawa says and Marshal Todoroki scans over the six Rangers lined up in front of him.

“Kendo with Bakugo, Tetsutetsu with Hado, and Kirishima with Todoroki.” Marshal Todoroki says, tone firm as always and his gaze already full of judgment.

“Rangers spread out across the mat with your respective opponent and assume position. You will begin when I say so.” Marshal Aizawa commands and the Rangers listen accordingly.

Once they’ve reached a space far enough away from the other pairs, Azusa faces Kirishima with her bo staff positioned diagonally in front of her. She takes in a deep breath, steadying the few nerves that have crept into her system, and bends her knees slightly ready to move to either defend or attack. Kirishima does the same, winking at her when their eyes meet with a playful smirk on his face.

“Rangers begin,” Marshal Aizawa commands, and the pairs begin their matches.

The match between Bakugo and Kendo ends quickly with the score being; Bakugou 4 and Kendo 1. That’s not to say that Kendo didn’t try her best to keep up with Bakugou, it’s just that the blonde was relentless. Despite them all being told that the matches were supposed to flow like dialogues and not fights, it’s just like Katsuki Bakugo to do his own thing. Tetsutetsu and Hado’s match ended a bit better with their scores being; Hado 4 and Tetsutetsu 2. In both of their typical fashions, they shook hands at the end of the match, both of them wearing confident smiles.

Kirishima and Azusa started out neck and neck, but that changed quickly when Azusa got the upper hand. Their match ended with the scores being; Azusa 4 and Kirishima 2. Azusa helped Kirishima up after her final time taking him down and wished him good luck on his next match. Kirishima, being the ever-bright ray of sunshine that he is, smiled warmly at her and thanked her for a good match.

The next three rounds of matches seemed to fly by while simultaneously feeling dragged out. Azusa had won by 1 point against both Hado and Kendo, which made her feel pretty good about ending up being co-pilots with either of them. She, unfortunately, lost by 2 points against Tetsutetsu and she was a little disappointed by the fact that one of her two best friends wasn’t a very good match for her to be co-pilots with. At the end of their, match Tetsutetsu gave her an encouraging smile and told her that he would have been honored to be co-pilots with her.

“Time for the final matches for the first six Rangers. The pairings will be as follows; Hado with Kendo, Tetsutetsu with Kirishima, and Bakugo with Todoroki. Get ready, Rangers.” Marshal Aizawa calls out, and Azusa’s entire being fills with dread.

“Prepared to lose, Princess?” Bakugo goads arrogantly as the two get into position and Azusa’s blood boils a bit.

Marshal Aizawa tells them to begin and Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to make the first move. Azusa blocks his bo staff a couple of times but ultimately Bakugo lands a hit to her shoulder.

“1-0.” Bakugo comments with a cocky smirk.

Not wasting another moment, Azusa swings her bo staff knocking the blonde’s bo staff away and rushing him. With quick movements, she brings her bo staff up, then swings it down, stopping it only inches from his face.

“1-1.” She says quietly, challenging him with her eyes while her face remains neutral.

They go back and forth for what feels like hours, both of them having stopped keeping track of the score after they hit 2-2. Both of them panting and sweating, their match continues on and on until a booming voice pierces the bubble they seem to be in.

“That’s enough! Bakugo, Todoroki, your match is over. Put your bo staffs away and get on the sidelines.” Marshal Todoroki sternly tells the two and Bakugo releases Azusa from the hold he had her in.

The blonde stands and walks off to put his bo staff away, not bothering to offer Azusa help. The two don’t even look at each other once they’re both situated on the sidelines of the training mat, standing as far away from each other as possible. Kendo and Tetsutetsu both send Azusa twin looks of surprise mixed with heavy confusion, but she chooses to ignore them in favor of watching the next group of matches.

Note ~ I know that there may not be much to go off of but let me know what you think so far! Should I post chapter/part 2 sooner than planned? Idk, I'm just loving how the story is turning out and wanted to share it with yall! I love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

Ps, @tr-mha-fan I'm doing my best to work on your (second) request, I promise that I didn't ignore your ask, Lovely! <3

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sugolara · 1 year

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𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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Two months ago: Two weeks after the outbreak

With dull eyes, his bloody hands clutched on ripped pieces of clothing that belonged to his parents. He should've come earlier, he should've left along with everybody else from his class. But he was so stupid. He just wanted to keep his friends alive and now he suffered the consequences.

Instead, he should have been keeping his parents alive.

The more he stared at his parents' eaten corpses, his eyes began to brim with tears. He gritted his teeth as the tears eventually fell. Whimpering, his left hand held tightly to his mothers ripped bloody hand, his other hand laid on top of his fathers chest; or at least that's what he assumed.

"I-I'm sorry...I'm sorry I was-wasn't here!" Katsuki sobbed as he shut his eyes.

It wasn't long before he wiped away his tears. His hands held onto his fathers glasses as he walked away to grab a blanket. He then proceeded to cover their bodies and bowed, wishing them a goodbye to wherever they were.

He changed out of his school uniform and once he was done he grabbed supplies, car keys, and threw them in his bag. Standing in front of the door, from the corner of his eyes he saw a hanged photo.

Peering at it, his heart once again panged in hurt. His mother and father stood behind him smiling as he sat in the middle with a scowl. They wore their nicest outfit that day. It was the day Katsuki turned 17.

His hands gently grabbed the frame, he turned it around and removed the photo from it. In his hands, he shoved it in his pockets and left his house.

He didn't bother turning around, knowing that if he did, he would rather die next to his parents.

For now, he opted to go to a sanctuary where a radio he had was broadcasting. It was in a city, two hours away from here. So he headed to his mom's car that was parked in the streets. He turned the engine on but it would sputter. He did it a couple times but it never turned on.

Katsuki yelled and slammed his hands on the steering wheel. His head rested on the wheel as he figured another way to get to the city.

Sighing, he got out of the car along with his bag, walking it. If he remembered correctly, he could take the same path that he and his parents would take whenever they went there for a trip. If he only headed there with no stops, it would take at least 4 days.

He could do this, Katsuki could do this. Once he finds safety, then he would be alright. Sooner or later, this disease that's going around will be lifted and although life won't be the same, at least no one has to die anymore.

He continued walking to his destination, his mind racing, maybe his friends were alive. Maybe they made it out and are at the sanctuary waiting to be rescued. Eijiro is probably alive. Shoto's most likely alive, he had bodyguards come get him. And maybe, Izuku's alive as well.

That's right, Deku. Katsuki stopped walking, his head turned to his left where a street was in view and just along that street was Izuku's apartment. Maybe, Katsuki thought, Deku's still there.

His legs moved as he walked further down the street but he immediately stopped when he heard snarling and growling. In front, was a horde of them. They all cluttered around bumping into each other, their faces peeling off.

He stared for a minute, then turned around and walked to his destination, it doesn't matter.

Days went by, the sun went down and the moon came up. It was taking Katsuki a lot longer to get there and much harder. He lost track of the days, his mind only focusing on not dying as he came across many eating monsters.

So far, he hasn't run into anybody. Katsuki wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing seeing as how everything changed. Perhaps people are dangerous now and hurt others for food, weapons, or anything for survival.

Katsuki himself has even noticed that food and water is running low. Heck, the amount of times he would go into stores to eat anything he'd find nothing. No food, water, bandages, med kit, nothing. He'd sigh in annoyance when all he could find was worthless stuff.

For a few days, Katsuki would continue his walk at night but he immediately learned his lesson when one of them came out of the bushes and almost bit him. He had a laugh about it as his nerves didn't help. Instead, when it was sunrise, Katsuki would begin his walk.

Every night, he would clear out a car and sleep inside. To him it felt much safer than a home, as nobody would look in a car seeing as it's not comfortable. He felt lucky to be alive, grateful even.

But he was sure his luck had almost run out when a horde chased him down the street. He entered a grocery store, a few dead hands clutched onto his clothing but thankfully they had let go when Katsuki had slammed the door on their arms.

He gruffly groaned when he noticed where he was, he guessed it was a breakroom as there were a few tables and chairs. He looked to his side where he saw a dead guy wearing a uniform, must've been the employee.

Next to the body was a gun but no ammo. Katsuki skimmed the body, and a bullet to his head was shown. Ignoring the sight he moved forward as another door was in front. He turned the knob but it turned out to be locked.

He slammed his body onto the door so it would open, but his ears caught the attention to the door that was behind. The dead began to pound on it, almost knocking it over.

Katsuki groaned and lifted his leg to the doorknob. He wasn't going to die, he already made it this far. With a few more kicks the door knob broke and Katsuki immediately opened the door. The dead had also knocked down the door and their hands reached out to Katsuki.

Thankfully, Katsuki made it to the other side with no injuries. His luck had returned when he heard a gasp and his eyes were met with a pair of green.

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