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Just to Make You Stay- Uraraka Ochako x Reader

Pairing: Uraraka Ochako x Reader Genre: Smut, Reverse Comfort Content Warnings: mild alcohol consumption, ochako and reader are in their 20s, oral sex, vaginal sex, angst in the beginning Word count: 5.2k words

Uraraka finds the comfort that she needs

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. After a devastating incident on the coast of Kanagawa, Pro Hero Uravity was given the week off.

She was in her early twenties, a few years after graduating from UA. A dedicated rescue hero employed at Ryuku’s agency, Uravity, was climbing the Japanese Hero billboard charts in a whirl. No doubt the recent incident- an unprecedented disaster in conjunction with a villain attack, the worst incident since the Paranormal Liberation War- caused major destruction of property and cost thousands of lives.

Ochako was down for the count. She had worked overtime, floating debris and evacuating and protecting any civilians that she could. Ochako lost countless hours of sleep on the day of the attack and the week after, and she was exhausted. She hadn’t given herself proper time to grieve for the lives lost, for the people she could’ve saved. While she knew she had done her best, even working herself past her breaking point, the guilt still eroded in her conscience. Why couldn’t she have done more? Shouldn’t she have saved more lives if she was a rescue hero? What about the homes and priceless possessions destroyed? When she heard the final number of casualties, that destroyed her.

A whole week of overtime and Uravity broke, but she had to keep a strong face- for her boss and the agency.

After years of working together, Ryuku knew her best.

“Go home, Uravity. You’ve done more than enough for us as is.”

“But-” Ochako protested.

“No buts. You’ve been working overtime all week. I haven’t seen you take a break since you first walked into the agency, even more so with the recent disaster. Take the week off, and get some rest. I’ll see you back at the office next Monday.”

Ryuku did have a point, Uraraka hated to admit. Since graduating from U.A., Uraraka had racked up the most hours out of any of Ryuku’s sidekicks. She’d been training hard in her free time, watching her quirk improve. She’d even perfected a new landing- gravity fall- that allowed her to slowly float objects to the ground rather than have them hit at full impact. This super move wouldn’t have been possible without help from her boss, mentor, and the others employed at the agency. Just refining it alone took a lot of wind out of her.

Deep down, Uraraka trusted her boss. Most of the damage control was done, and they’d also requested backup from Hawk’s and Endeavor’s agencies. She knew that, for now, she could hang up her visor and take a break. Team Ryuku could handle the disaster from here.

After another day of scouting through the rubble, Uraraka returned to the agency. She stripped, showered, and changed out of her bodysuit back into her civilian clothes. She boarded the train back to her humble apartment in metropolitan Tokyo, where leftovers would inevitably be waiting for her. The plan was to eat and collapse in bed, letting the day’s grief wash over her like watercolor over a canvas.

However, the moment that she stepped in and unlocked her door, something felt off. The apartment was too quiet, too lifeless. Uraraka didn’t have any pets or roommates; she made enough money to live on her own. Her home was in the safest part of the city, so she wasn’t worried about anyone breaking in and entering, and she was a pro-hero: any villain would have to be absolutely ludicrous to mess with her. The “off” feeling pertained to the stillness in the room. Uraraka didn’t want to be alone. Any of her coworkers were probably cleaning up the residual mess of the disaster. Her old friends at U.A. were most likely traveling or at work. She needed something new, a warm body to hold. Hero’s work got exhausting, and with the pace that she was keeping, it took a larger toll on her than the average person.

Uraraka stepped in and heated up her katsudon, eating quietly at her kitchen counter. She tossed and turned in her bed for about an hour before giving up on sleep. She pulled out her phone- she’d upgraded from the flip phone she’d carried in high school- and searched for bars near her.

Uraraka never kept any alcohol in the house, and for once, she could use a drink. It wasn’t too late at night, and it was a weekday, so going out alone shouldn’t be dangerous. Pros were still patrolling the streets. She clicked on the directions, then got out of bed to get dressed for a casual night out alone.

She’d thrown on a baby pink overcoat, a maroon sweater dress, leggings, and combat boots for her brief foray out. The bar in question was near a local University in Shinjuku and was frequented by college students. It is a weeknight, and the pro didn’t expect it to be busy. She needed quiet, maybe something cold to sip on. Not another night alone in her apartment, with nothing but the trill of the TV to keep her company.

She walked into the bar with its dim lights and low music. There was a limited amount of patrons, as expected. An array of tables and chairs were in the center on the hardwood floor, with few people chatting lowly. The bartender, a man with white hair and an athletic build, milled around behind the counter, pouring what looked like sake to a single person who sat by the corner. They looked familiar, Uraraka thought. But she didn’t settle much on it as she sat by the counter.

When the bartender settled on her, she ordered a Yamazaki on the rocks and nothing else. This surprised the person a few seats down, who turned to her once the bartender had turned away to grab her drink.

“Hard liquor, huh? Tough night?” You jested.

Uraraka’s brow wrinkled in distaste as she turned to meet your gaze. She had intended on spending tonight alone after an exhausting day. So it was to her surprise when she turned completely to face you, eyes widening as she recognized you.

“You’re-”

You smile gently at her.

“Hi, Uravity. It’s good to see you.”

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𓆩♡𓆪 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

“Your drink, miss,” the bartender murmured, passing her the whisky. But Uraraka was still tongue-tied, looking at you. After all of these years and she saw you again. Your name faltered on her lips, and you smiled wryly.

“Hi.”

“H-hi.” She replied in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

You look at her face- she had bags beneath her once bright brown eyes, which were semi-sunken into her clear skin. The apples of her cheeks were still pink, the same way that they were when you were in high school together. She wore no makeup and to the average person, she would seem plain, but Uraraka was still as beautiful as the day that you met her. Her silky brown hair was tied back into a ponytail- then, her hair had been too short to tie back properly. Her lips were pink and full, a tad agape as she drank you in.

“I go to University a little ways away here. My last class got out a few hours ago and I was keeping my pal Natsu company during his shift.” You explain, gesturing to the white-haired, broad-shouldered bartender from before.

She blinked, taking a sip of her drink. The bitter whisky would’ve usually gone down like acid, but this time around Uraraka didn’t seem to care.

“How about you?” you ask. “What brings you to this part of town?”

Uraraka then explains that she’d moved out of her parent’s house and gotten a place in the city after graduating. She’d been living near Shinjuku prefecture and had gotten a job at the Ryuku agency, where she intended to stay until she climbed the hero billboard charts further and made more money. Then, she would have enough to send to her parents and start an agency of her own, maybe teaming up with Deku or Dynamight along the way.

“How are they, by the way?”

“Hmm?” She replied, humming against the glass of her drink. She had been timid around you in high school, an aspiring hero student from Class B, and hadn’t gotten the chance to talk to you much then. You’d exchanged numbers at one point to discuss the battle trial assignment, even meeting up a few times after school to study. However, any connection had fallen through the moment that Uraraka started dating Deku your Senior year. You were happy for her, sure, but there was definitely a mutual attraction there that nothing had ever happened with. You knew she liked him, so you let her go. You felt no malice towards the now Top 5 hero now. Still, sometimes you wondered what things would have been like if you’d stayed in touch with Uraraka. After graduating at U.A. the two of you had gone your separate ways, her to Ryuku’s and you to university to study Quirk Theory.

“Oh- uh…” she hesitates. “We broke up if that’s what you’re asking. Me and Deku. Hah.”

“Ah. I’m sorry,” you reassure.

She musters a sad smile around the rim of her glass. Uraraka is two Yamazaki’s in, and she doesn’t know why she feels the need to elaborate. Something about you, seeing you again, someone that she secretly missed but had never gotten the chance to reach out to, is making her want to be vulnerable.

“It’s fine. We realized a few months ago that we’re excellent as friends and as a team, but in the long term, dating someone that you work with is hard to manage. We couldn’t see eye to eye on everything, you know?” She glances up at you, eyes shining hesitantly at the sudden vulnerability, and you nod.

“Yeah, I get that. The work of a pro never ends. You guys do so much to keep all of us safe, I can’t imagine that you have time for much else.”

Uraraka purses her lips and nods, taking another sip of her whisky.

“Can I ask you something, Uravity?” You tease. She looks up at you and nods, ponytail bobbing with the vigorous action.

“Does it get lonely? Being a hero, that is. Sometimes I wonder if I should’ve stayed with the hero track. You seem to have so much fun sometimes, taking out villains, showing up on TV, doing press conferences. I see your smile on every magazine cover, you know.”

She smiles a genuine smile at this. After all of these years and you were still thinking about her.

“But there has to be more to it. We learned in high school and in the real world that no line of work is as shiny as it seems. So, how does it truly feel to be one of the pros?” You finish.

“I-I’m sorry for probing. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You follow up.

Uraraka shakes her head, dismissing your concerns. The dim light of the bar shines off of the ice cubes in her glass, which clink as she sets her drink down. There’s light in her irises now, and she parts her lips to respond to your inquiry.

“If I’m being honest, that’s why I came here tonight. To get my mind off of things. I love my job, don’t get me wrong. My parents are proud of me. I’m seeing all of my friends in the field, classes A and B, succeed. The country needs us, the world even, and it feels great to know that I’m helping people.” She trails off, the light and enthusiasm in her voice faltering.

“But your supposition is a little bit right, I’m afraid. I wouldn’t trade this job for the world but sometimes it feels like I need a little bit more than this.”

You’re genuinely puzzled at what she’s getting at.

“A little bit more than what?” You ponder gently.

She shrugs, and her cheeks grow pinker, pouting a little bit. You’d always found her expressions adorable and her enthusiasm even more infectious. Her hands are balled into fists, and she opens and closes them a few times.

“Intimacy. It’s hard to balance any sort of intimate… relationship with work.” She confesses, looking down in shame. She looks up at you like she’s expecting you to throw her down and laugh in her face.

“Uraraka...” you start. “You’re a whole person. A strong, protective, and arguably well-known person, yes.” you affirm. “But you’re still a person. You have needs and wants. It’s okay to yearn for that sort of connection in your life.” You admit, scooting one seat closer. Uraraka doesn’t seem uncomfortable with the extra closeness, and relaxes in her seat, welcoming it, even. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all. There’s no shame in wanting something so human. Even if you’re a pro-hero.”

Her brows are scrunched together as you affirm her. Her plush lips are scrunched together as she sets her drink down on the counter, closing the gap between the two of you in a hasty kiss. Your eyes widen in shock at first, lips numb, but then you hesitantly kiss back until she breaks it off.

Uraraka shakes her head at what she’s done, in denial.

“I- I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I feel like such an idiot, you were just saying all of this stuff and I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have done that, I am so sorr-”

You cut her off by grabbing the lapels of her coat, kissing her again. She sighs, pink cheeks warm with affection. You can taste the whisky on her breath as her hands go to your biceps. She smells like honeysuckle and the same floral shampoo that she’d used in high school. The fabric of her coat is so soft in your hands.

Uraraka pulls away after that second kiss.

“I think- I think we should get out of here” she confesses, words rushed and out of breath. There are stars in her pretty brown eyes as you agree, calling a car to take you back to her place. Just two old friends, reuniting. Nothing wrong with that.

Poor driver, you think to yourself, as you and Uraraka kiss like teenagers in the backseat. You tug at her ponytail as she shrugs her pink coat off, hands finding your waist as she pulls you closer. The smack of her lips and the flavor of her strawberry chapstick cloud your senses. Her nose brushes yours. She’s desperate, desperate for connection, desperate for the flavor of you among the Tokyo streets. Work was a tired haze and you make her feel alive.

When you get to her apartment she struggles with the lock for a second before welcoming you in. Despite her current disheveled state, she keeps the place clean, you thought. But you don’t have much time to think as the zero gravity hero tosses her coat on the ground and kicks off her shoes. You follow suit. Uraraka grabs onto you, legs wrapping around your waist as she jumps on you. You’re pinned against the now-closed door of her apartment, hands on her waist and butt to support her. Maybe you had had too much sake, but at this moment, you were also drunk on her.

You somehow manage to scoop her up, bridal style. Her dress is form-fitting, hugging her physique as she curls into you. She gestures to where her room is and you carry her in, setting her down on the bed and pinning her beneath your weight as you kiss like the other is the air that you need to breathe.

She takes a moment to sit up and strip off her dress, so shes topless in nothing but her tights and a tan bra. Her ponytail has come undone, hair across her face, and you push her hair back, kissing her some more. Your tongue chases hers as she grabs the back of your head and pulls you closer, falling back onto her pink sheets.

You go with her, on top of her once more.

“Is all of this okay with you? Does everything feel okay?” you verify, pulling away from the kiss.

Uraraka nods enthusiastically.

“Fuck- yes. This feels great. Now get back on top of me so I can have more.” She gasps, kissing you so aggressively that her top lip hits your teeth. You pin her wrists above her head and kiss back, biting her bottom lip. She squeals and moans at the sudden intrusion but bucks her hips against yours.

You kiss lower- across the ridges of her collarbone and down the contours of her shoulders until you reach the top of her breasts. She’s still wearing the bra from before.

“Can I go lower?” you susurrate, stopping. Uraraka nods and scoots her bra over her head, revealing her full breasts and soft brown nipples. They’re already hard from the cold but you start to work anyways, taking the left one and rubbing it between your fingers. Uraraka gasps- sensitive, you can tell- and you lean down to take it in your mouth, flicking her breast with your tongue. Her moans are soft, and her usual adorable face is contorted in pleasure. She guides your head as she wishes and you pull off of her hard nipple, kissing the tip. You switch to her right breast, repeating the same motions while teasing the other nipple with your hand.

“Ah- ah, fuck baby. Feels so good. You feel so good, just keep doing what you’re doing- ah!” she bucks up as you bite her a little. You start to suck the skin above her nipple, taking her breast in your mouth. It’s sure to leave a mark but her clothes should hide it during the day. You nuzzle the hickey that you leave, a purple bloom, and keep kissing down her clavicle and on her stomach. You can’t help but nibble on the areas where she’s plusher. That’s one of the things that you’d always found attractive about Uraraka- after years of training and working out she was considerably muscular, but still soft in some places. It was downright adorable, along with her usual bubbly disposition and animated expressions. But there wasn’t much time to think about that, because you were at her hips, teeth tugging on the waistband of her pants. You hesitate, looking up at her from between her legs, waiting for her signal.

She nods, hands coming up to cover her eyes in embarrassment.

“Off. Please, take them off.”

You strip her black leggings and socks off, letting them fall in a pile on her bedroom floor. Her thighs and calves are left bare. You kiss the arch of her foot before returning to the spot between her legs, where her panties are visibly soaked. They’re purple with polka dots and white lace. She looks at you through her fingers, her eyes still covered.

A spur of confidence overtakes you, and you lean up to bring her hands down from her eyes.

“None of that, mkay princess?” you tease, kissing her. Her hands are at her sides, face uncovered. She looks flushed, panting. Her gorgeous brown eyes are pools of lust as you claim your lips with hers. She hums, tongue teasing yours like before.

“You’re the prettiest girl doll, you know that? So don’t cover yourself up. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I want to see you from down here, mkay?” You give her a peck on the lips and she smiles a little and nods, hand taking yours. Her left hand holding yours now, you lean back to the neglected spot between her legs. You let go of her grip to wriggle her panties down her legs, leaving them discarded on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

It seems that she wants to close her legs, but you use your hands to keep them open. She isn’t covering her face anymore, looking to see what you do next.

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop, princess. Okay?” You ask.

She shakes her head. “I’m- I’m just scared, is all. It’s been a while. But please, don’t stop. Keep going.” She whispers, manicured hand cupping your face. You lean up and kiss her soft palm, then dive in.

You tease her clit with the bridge of your nose, making her gasp. Your eyes meet hers- shes wide eyed, watching your every move. Uraraka Ochako is at your mercy, and she doesn’t seem to be complaining one bit about it.

You move up so your nose is resting on her mons, tongue darting out between her labia, lapping at her. She bucks up so you hold her down by the thighs, and she gasps. You flick your tongue in and out, darting across her hole. She’s gasping and bucking against your mouth, looking so pretty and helpless. Her bruised chest moves as she bucks, breasts heaving with her breath. The zero gravity hero is normally so strong, so composed and put together and now she’s reduced to putty with her legs spread, pliable beneath your touch.

You hum so she can feel the vibrations, tasting her cream. You change tactics, flattening your tongue down to your chin and moving your head up and down in sweeps, getting her hole and her clit. You move your hands underneath her thighs, bringing her legs up so that more of her is exposed. You switch between sweeps and flicks, paying attention to which reactions each sensation pulls from her parted lips.

Her high voice is usually for expressing enthusiasm and excitement at something new, whether it be a hero mission or an event with friends. You never imagined that you’d hear her like this, moaning wantonly as you ate her out. Uraraka’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She feels so exposed as this, pussy and hole spread for you. She hadn’t shaved, not thinking that she’d be going home with someone tonight. She suddenly feels self-conscious but you don’t seem to mind, nose still buried in her soft brown pubes.

Uraraka gives you permission to use your fingers and you do, introducing one thick digit into her weeping hole. You lap at her drooling clit, wrapping your tongue around it and sucking gently. Her legs tighten around your head but you do your best to keep her pried apart, pussy spread for you. You love how sour she tastes, the texture of her fluids on your tongue. You’ve introduced another finger into the equation, skin wrinkling with how wet she is. You scissor in and out of her, watching her pussy stretch with each motion. She’s unshaven and her entrance looks so cute, framed by the curls of her brown pubes.

Uraraka is now holding her own legs apart for you, thighs spread. Her brown eyes watch you, awaiting what you’ll do to her next. Her lips are peachy pink, full, and parted, tongue lolling out in her mouth. She is teary-eyed, her brown hair a mess. You’re about to add a third finger when she moans something aloud.

“C-cock, fuck.”

You hum up at her in inquiry, and she repeats her request.

“Fuck- I- I want your cock, baby.” She gasps out, back arching. “Stop fucking around and give me your cock. I need you- i-inside of me.” She thrusts her hips forward, enticing you. You didn’t know that your pretty friend had this in her, this carnal, greedy side. You like it. You nod and reassure her.

“Keep being a good girl and you’ll have my cock stuffed in that tight little pussy of yours, baby. Keep being good.”

You remove your fingers from her and kiss the top of her mons reassuringly. You ensure that her sparkling, wide eyes have met yours when you bring your ring and pointer finger to your lips and make a show of sucking them free of her fluids, wrapping your tongue around your fingers. Uraraka moans at the ministration and you stand, stripping your shirt off and unzipping your pants.

You kneel on the edge of the bed and bring her legs up in a mating press like earlier. With one hand you stroke your member, brushing the fat head of your cock against her waiting, delicious entrance.

“Are you ready for me, princess?” you sigh, kissing her calf. Uraraka nods and you thrust forward, pushing into her until you bottom out. A silent scream tears her throat as you push in more, your girth widening her lips. You press the tops of her thighs down so more of her is spread for you, swearing as you watch your cock disappear inside of her.

She feels heavenly, tight from clenching around your length. Her pelvic muscles are working overtime as you begin to move, hips flush with hers before you pull back, thrusting even harder. Uraraka’s mouth is still open, drooling a tad, eyes glazed over in pleasure as you rock into her with vigor. Her mattress shakes as you keep thrusting in and out of her sweet, tight pussy.

Your hands grab for hers as you keep the motion, scooting more onto her bed for a new angle. She moans with every thrust, the sounds being knocked out of her as you reach deeper and deeper inside of her.

You release your grip on her hands and lean up to kiss her, hips still moving. You thrust up as your tongues clash. Uraraka moans. You support your body with your elbows on either side of her, hips pumping.

“Fuck- pretty girl, keep on moaning for me just like that. That’s it, does that feel good for you?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut, but Uraraka nods, a hand going down to tweak her sensitive clit. She rubs herself as you thrust, body moving back and forth in tandem with hers.

“Y-yes. Iss good. It’s so good, y/n, fuck.” She gasps out. She’s trying to meet your thrusts, controlling the angle where you bottom out inside of her.

“Yeah. You like my cock? Say it” you taunt, reaching a free hand to play with and smack at her right breast. Uraraka moans and clenches at the playful smack. You watch her heaving breasts bounce as you slam into her.

“F-fuck, y/nnnnn” she whines, shrill. She both likes and detests your teasing. It turns her on even more, if anything you can tell by how she jerks into you.

“I- fuck, babe,” she inhales sharply as you press into her, slowing down a little to reach her deeper. “Fuck, I like your cock. Like what you’re doing to me, I-” you cut her off again with a sharper thrust, trying to impale her deeper. “I love your cock baby, fuck it feels sho good.” She moans. You regain some energy and pound her again, every thrust hopefully as loving, affectionate and as rough as you want it to be.

You scramble for her headboard in the dark, looking for an easier way to go deeper, to feel the white-hot tightness of her. You find purchase on the edge and lean up, pistoning into her. She sighs and whines, body going almost limp except for the hand working her pussy.

“Baby i’m gonna- gonna c-” she gasps.

You moan. “I know sweetheart, I know. I’m getting there too. Just cum, let go-” you gasp “let go whenever you feel like it mkay?” You let go of the headboard to lean down to kiss her, then continue your motions.

Uraraka’s head is thrown back in ecstasy against the pillows. You thrust harder, energy subsiding as the muscles in your legs and glutes go into overdrive. Uraraka tenses her pelvic muscles, calves wrapping around your lower back until she pants harder than before, small thrusts meeting your hips. She moans loudly before releasing your cock from her vice grip, cumming hard around you. She feels so wet and hot and good, the apples of her cheeks rosy from the pressure, arms falling limp as she stops her motions to her clit. You thrust one final time and pull out of her, your cum coating the top of her mons and getting tangled in her pubes. Her hole clenches weakly around nothing as she gasps, recovering from her orgasm.

You sigh and gently take your place next to her at the head of the bed, body wrapping protectively around hers. You reach over her head and grab some tissues from her side table to wipe up your ejaculate, balling up the spent tissues onto her nightstand. The two of you can take care of that tomorrow. Uraraka is still spent, eyes blinking as she readjusts to her surroundings. You smile and kiss her forehead, still sticky with sweat. You lay down next to her, an arm underneath her neck to support her head. Uraraka groans a little, stretching out. She hums and curls into you a little, bare chest pressed against yours. She throws an arm over your back, rubbing up and down your spine reassuringly. Her way of saying thank you, you think. She hums some more and nuzzles your neck, kissing your cheek. You lean down to claim her lips in a proper, chaste peck.

Uraraka blinks open her eyes to look up at you. You can see her star string lights reflect in her pupils. She takes a hand and cups your face, thumb rubbing against your cheek. She’s still hazy as well, coming down from her high.

“Y/n?” she asks, voice soft with fatigue.

“Hmm? What is it, pretty girl?” you ask, hand covering hers. Her skin is so soft and warm.

Uraraka yawns, gentle. She smiles softly up at you.

“Thank you. Thank you for keeping me company tonight.” She sighs. Uraraka kisses you once more, her lips are so good and plush. You kiss back, indulging in the affection from the girl that you’d secretly longed for for all of high school.

These kisses feel different. Chaste, sincere, vulnerable. They’re distinct from the ones claimed during your drunken haze. Uraraka seems to be sobering up, and you too. This is a good thing, you think. Shes sobering up and she doesn’t seem to regret this a bit. She still wants you here.

The pair of you clamber under the covers, naked. Your bodies are intertwined. Uraraka offers you some water from the bottle on her nightstand and you accept. Then, you pull her pink comforter onto the two of you, shielding your bodies from the cold of the room. Her breasts press into your chest, the peaks of her nipples softening. This feels good, this feels right, the two of you think. This may have just been a drunken hookup from a bar, but tonight feels safe, like the two of you were meant to find each other in the hustle and bustle and loneliness of life. This is your reprieve from responsibility, your roaring fire at the end of the storm.

Uraraka nuzzles her face into your neck and you wrap yourself around her closer. You can feel her heartbeat against yours. Your thigh is shoved between her legs, not enough to touch her heat but enough that she can clench around your legs.

This is enough. You think. This is home.

Uraraka is tired. She got her warm body and her reprieve from work. Even better, she got to reconnect with an old friend, someone whom she thought had forgotten about her.

The two of you can discuss this in the morning. What matters is that you’re both here, right now, at this perfect moment in time. You’re here because you want to be with one another, and nothing is safer than that.

Uraraka doesn’t have to make you stay, and likewise with you to her. You want her here, right now, and many more times after.

The curve of her face illuminated by her star string lights is the last thing that you see before you nod off.

“Sweet dreams, Uravity.”

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shotorozu · 2 years

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you like their lips

PART ONE (containing momo, kyouka, mina, and toga)

character(s): ochako uraraka, tsuyu asui

legend: [Y/N = YOUR NAME] female! reader because it’s pride month, quirk’s not mentioned

headcanon type: fluff, spicy if you squint (X READER)

note(s): happy pride month!! im late but its better late than never and sorry for disappearing 💀 i swear i was going to post part two sooner, but i was watching the owl house, and then i got hooked onto amphibia. now that i’m done with that, i can finally post this (almost a year later after part one was posted but we don’t talk about that) also i was gonna add miruko but i was like ahh fuck it i don’t wanna fuck up her characterization, she’ll be in the part three if there’s any 😭

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uraraka ochako

i had a hard time when it came to deciding the exact visuals but one thing’s for sure— her lips are plump ™️

she’s second in the unofficial “most plumpest and juiciest lips” tier, and the only reason why she’s second place is because mina’s first 💀

her lips are naturally flush, but when i was thinking about her lips’ natural color, the first thing that came into my mind was princess peach— so they’re kind of naturally pink. it’s a mystery to the 1-A girls as to how and why

her cupid’s bow doesn’t have much definition to ochako’s dismay but her lips are plump (top lip’s slightly bigger), proportionate to her face, and still beautiful regardless 🤩 as for teeth i imagine her having a little bit of crookedness. nothing too noticeable, until you place her next to someone with the straightest set of teeth out there bakugou

her teeth were something she kind of wanted to fix with braces at some point in junior high, though i imagine her eventually getting braces during her time in ua but never got to because the alignment of her teeth aren’t exactly her top priority. plus her concern with the alignment of her teeth slowly faded away, the more the school year progressed. and anyway she’s still cute, there’s nothing to “fix” about her

her lips aren’t chapped 24/7, and it’s because she usually wears lip balm with a spf in it— but when they are chapped, she has a mini discussion in her head about whether or not she should apply some lip balm 💀

ochako’s lip balm collection is a good three in numbers. one has spf, one is a little more heavy duty for the days where her lips are particularly chapped, and the last one has a bit of a mild tint— the perfect collection for someone like ochako.

as for lip glosses and tints, it’s also a three in quantity. (one clear gloss, one water tint, and one lipbalm-lipstick product that’s in a shade that’s similar to her natural lip color.) she wishes she had more but 🧍‍♀️☹️ luckily, her collection grows by a bit and she gets the amount she wants because you, mina, and momo gift her some 🤩👍

moving aside, ochako’s observant— like the way she noticed how her old crushes were basically flocked with people of interest, and how she notices when there’s definitely something off with her friends. she just can’t put her finger on it. and it’s exactly like that when it came to your interest in her lips.

observant she is, but when she notices you staring at her lips— it flies over her head, at least until it happens for a second time, and then when the third time happens, then.. that’s when she questioning why. ochako comes to a conclusion pretty quickly, she just needs real confirmation, and is determined to get it. she’s just mortified at the idea of being really far from the truth

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it was easy to miss it the first time. the second time? she did notice, but didn’t think much of it. however, when the third time happened, that’s when she started searching for possible answers— gathering a conclusion, and that’s when she made an assumption. an accurate one.

all she needs now is confirmation.

but how can she get that in the least imposing way possible? ochako thinks she isn’t one to really hesitate when it comes to asking questions, especially when it came to you, but in this case— it’d feel awfully awkward on her part if she was wrong. which is why she finds it hard for once.

and it feels especially hard to ask, with the way your gaze keeps fleeting to her lips ever so often. way too often, ochako doesn’t know how she hadn’t noticed before. (her eyes are mostly on you, after all.)

though, two things manage to push her into asking you about it. those things being a conversation with a trusted friend (tsuyu) and well.. your continuous eyeing of her lips.

“you have an idea that Y/N-chan likes something of yours.”

“yes!”

“so.. why the hesitation, ribbit? can’t you just ask her honestly?”

“well, i do! i keep trying on asking Y/N, but whenever i’m about to ask her about it, she keeps doing that.. thing again!”

“what thing?” you suddenly join the conversation, faster than ochako’s own realization.

“Y/N!” despite the suddenness of your appearance, ochako’s lips form into a smile— a twinge of nervousness runs through her, when your eyes follow the movement of her mouth. ochako realizes what’s about to happen.

her green haired friend luckily reads the room and before ochako could send a signal, she’s already walking off to go talk to the other 1-A girls in the vicinity.

ochako then turns to you, the question hanging on the tip of her tongue. (she’s distracted for a second— seeing how focused you look whenever you take a look at her lips.)

“so! Y/N,” she manages to get your focus up on the entirety of her face again, and not just her lips. “i have a question, and please answer honestly, okay? it’s about something that’s been on my mind lately!”

you blink, unsure of where the direction is going. “oh, sure. i can— i can do that.”

ochako’s smile seems to get brighter at that. she grabs at your hands, and gives it a squeeze. “alright, thank you! okay so just..”

she inhales, just eager to get it out, once and for all. “doyouhaveathingformylips?becauseican’thelpbutnoticeyoukeeptakingglances—”

“ocha—”

“unlessthere’slikeapieceofmochifromthelasttimeitookabiteoutofitthenpleasetellmebecauseiwannaknow—”

“ochako,”

“ifyou’reintomylipssoicanentertainitmoreoftensinceyou’remygirlfriend—”

“ochako!” you raise your voice, an airy laugh accompanying your tone.

“right! sorry.” ochako sheepishly apologizes. “long story short, i want to know if you have a thing for my lips because of how much you keep staring at them, which isn’t bad of course, but i’m just curious!”

your cheeks heat up at that, and you can the clamminess of your hands start to form. you hope she doesn’t take extreme notice. “…yes. your lips are quite pretty. i like everything about it. they’re so.. you. they also kinda remind me of princess peach and they’re so soft. wait, is that weird to say?”

she’s silent for a second. though that all changes in the next following moments— as she practically beams in delight at the confirmation.

“no! of course not!” her cheeks become rosier, and she squeezes your hand in joy. it’s a miracle that she somehow managed to not use her quirk on you by accident. “thank you for your honesty.”

“it’s really nothing.” you reply, just happy to be honest— after keeping a thing like that from her ever since the beginning of the relationship.

she’ll start wishing she had a bigger lip balm/lip care collection to satisfy your interest in her lips (even though you keep telling her that you like her lips regardless of what product she puts of them 💀)

either way, her collection does increase by a certain number ever since that revelation.

ochako did this anyway— regardless if you had an affixation on her lips or not, but she’ll tend to pepper your face and hands (your finger tips specifically) with pillowy kisses. they feel like heaven on earth 🤩

a little spicy, but she’ll use her knowledge in martial arts to her advantage to get a gentle hold of your wrists— only so she could plant a deep and meaningful kiss onto your lips. but she’ll then run away all embarrassed because she realized what she just did 😭 but its okay because you like it

in short— she was eager to get answers, but also thoughtful at the idea of being wrong, which is why she didn’t ask any sooner. but after finding out? she’ll gladly entertain your interest with enthusiasm because how could she not? you’re her girlfriend 🤩‼️ i love her lol

tsuyu asui

finding and deciding on visuals was a pain in my ass 😭 but it was all worth it because i finally found something fitting 💀

i debated on this (internally) for a bit— went back and forth between opposing ideas. but i came to the conclusion that tsuyu’s lips aren’t exactly “big” they have a bit of volume, yes— but they’re usually fixed into a thin, straight line that’s usually accompanied with her neutral default expression, a slight but genuine smile, or an “m” which is basically a tsuyu frown if that makes sense 😨

so big isn’t exactly the first adjective that comes into mind when it comes to describing tsuyu’s lips— but y’know what, that’s perfectly fine! and honestly? tsuyu doesn’t really know why she should care about it, so she’s content with her lips regardless of the size. (as she should tbh 😼)

her lip color is kind of on the paler side (which again, she’s fine with it) and her top lip is just slightly smaller than her bottom one. i imagine a few mean girls in her middle school commenting about it once, and tsuyu just being like 🧍‍♀️😐🤷‍♀️❓

her lips are pretty harmonious with her other features and nicely shaped so,,, 🤩 as she should, not giving a fuck

as for teeth— they’re not perfectly aligned but they’re not noticeably crooked, so tsuyu would say she’s content with them. she never really thought about getting braces before (unless she really needed them, which is different. she also has no qualms with getting braces or anything similar.)

her lips get chapped a lot during the colder seasons, so she has about one heavy duty lip balm 💀 it has spf— so to her, that’s pretty much it. no need to buy anything more apparently 😃👍‼️ outside of the colder seasons, she doesn’t use lipbalm because i can kinda imagine her just drinking water whenever she feels like her lips are chapped 😨😭

as for glosses or lip tints, she.. doesn’t have much of a collection 😭 i see her having two at most (pre Y/N’s lips affixation discovery) one from middle school because she got one as a gift, and one from all of the 1-A girls because they saw the “collection” and all collectively decided to give her one 💀

anyways— she pretty much had an idea since the very beginning. she definitely didn’t go through the suspicion and speculation stage, nope. tsuyu just.. knows 😟 it’s one of the many perks of being reserved.

she genuinely questions if you have any idea on how obvious you are with your staring 💀 because you are being super obvious, and of course— she’s going to be the one to tell you. she constantly does ever so gently. never tells you why she thinks you’re staring though, because regarding your affixation on her lips, she’s just waiting for you to admit it tbh. though she won’t exactly probe you for an answer

scenario

“you’re staring again.” your girlfriend’s bluntness suddenly reminds you of where you’ve been keeping your gaze at.

you gulp, realizing you were caught red handed— again, and you immediately bring your attention to the library’s ceiling. “so sorry!” you whisper shout, “i didn’t mean to, tsuyu—”

“tsu.”

“—tsu.” you quickly correct. your odd nervousness snapped you back into an old habit— yet your girlfriend didn’t seem to mind too much.

instead of commenting on it more, she gave you a long look, with softness at the edges. usually— you’d be pretty good at reading your girlfriend’s expressions, and you’d pat yourself on the back for being able to do so accurately, and quickly. quicker than anyone.

but now? she’s totally unreadable and you don’t know— you don’t know if you should worry or if you should say something— or heck, if you’re just overthinking, and tsuyu’s just pointing out your constant looks because of how naturally reserved and observant she is, she couldn’t just not point it out. that has to be the case, right?

wrong, actually.

tsuyu wets her lips as she flips a page in the book she’s reading, and all of a sudden— your eyes are attracted to her lips all over again. just like how bees are attracted to honey, and how ants are attracted to the smallest crumb of food or sugar.

“you’re staring, again.” she comments, quietly— and it’s an reminder of how she caught you again, and how awfully entranced you are with her lips.

your eyes go from her lips, to her eyes— and you’re almost startled at the fact that she’s already staring right back at you, like.. she was observing you this time.

“oh, i—”

“don’t worry, it’s cute.”

she probably knows, she definitely knows. your cheeks flush red at her words— even though there’s that slight idea of tsuyu teasing you.

or even worse, tsuyu’s actually silently judging you for your staring, for your interest— and she’s not saying anything because you’re dating her and she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings—

it’s insanity! you think to yourself. you make a mental note that you probably should practice some restraint. it’s rude to stare after all.

you’re about to apologize— and this time, try your very hardest in not staring and being seemingly distracted, maybe even hypnotized by your girlfriend’s lips, when tsuyu interrupts you with the closing of her book.

it’s loud enough to catch your attention, make you jump a little— but not loud enough to earn a scolding from any of the librarians.

and then, she’s scooting closer to you. there’s still a good allowance of space, but she’s close— and placing a hand on yours. the warmth of her hand on yours practically makes your hand tingle. (you hope it actually isn’t, and it’s just your imagination.) “Y/N-chan.”

“yes?”

“i think you should be honest with yourself.” tsuyu comments, quietly. her words are enough to cause whiplash— you think.

“what?”

“i know you have a thing for,” she gets her other hand, her unoccupied one, and points it at her lips. “these.”

so you’ve been caught, it was really only a matter of time. but still, the idea being said out loud is.. daunting, but it’s the truth— so there’s really no point in denying it.

“is that true?”

you nod, being momentarily speechless— from a bit of shock, you’ll assume. “yes.” you manage to voice out. “i.. like them, even if you don’t really focus on them a ton, they’re a part of you so.. of course i like them. a lot, though.”

“but i’ll try to not stare— wait no, i really won’t stare after this—”

yet all tsuyu does is shake her head, and she caresses the back of your hand with her thumb. it’s comforting— and a reminder that she’s physically that close to you.

“i meant what i said earlier. Y/N-chan, you’re so cute y’know?”

“you can stare and do anything you’d like with them, honestly.”

you sputter, at a lost for words.

but after processing things properly— you just find yourself being glad that it all turned out well.

afterwards, she starts researching on lip care more— heck, she’ll even ask one of the 1-A girls to help her look for a lip tint or two (this is a shocker to the other 1-A girls, so they all end up coming with her, instead of the one or two girls she was expecting 💀)

okay so i mentioned earlier that some mean, insensitive girls in middle school commented on her lips before and probably said something not so nice ☹️ i mentioned how tsuyu doesn’t gaf (🤩) but that doesn’t mean tsuyu isn’t kind of confused when she silently realizes you like her lips.

like you.. the love of her life, liking HER lips 🤔 the same lips that had people saying mean stuff about 😨❓

which brings up the topic of— showering her lips with compliments and praises, it practically erases any doubt 🤩😃👍

personally i don’t really see tsuyu to be someone that gives kisses a lot— but after this revelation, she starts giving you more kisses 😯 this kind of made you wonder if she was just doing that bc you liked her and her lips, and not because she wanted to— but she reassured you that she was doing it because she likes it

a little spicy, but she’s also the type to give you a really long, meaningful kiss— and then just walk away like nothing happened 😭❓ it has you flustered, but you wonder how she does it 💀

in short— she finds your interest cute, and she won’t really admit this part out loud, but your interest got her to appreciate the aesthetic of her lips a little bit more. so.. 🤩 it’s a win for you both.

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha fluff #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #mha fluff #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #uraraka x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #uraraka x you #uraraka x y/n #uraraka headcanons #tsuyu headcanons #tsuyu x reader #tsuyu x y/n #its still pride month idc

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anianurst · 1 year

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The Unknown

Traitor!Reader- Uraraka Ochako 3/5

Uraraka Ochako was admittedly jealous of you when you first met. You had an incredibly powerful quirk, supreme intelligence, a seeming gift for combat, and a cheery personality. When she found herself developing feelings for Midoriya Izuku, she was jealous of your close friendship with the boy. Izuku seemed obsessed with showing you how great of a hero he'll become.

She doesn't how you found out about her feelings, but you did. Upon your discovery, you approached her, and to her surprise, asked whether she'll accept your help to get Izuku to like her back. With a bright smile and somewhat teasing eyes, you stuck your hand out to her and asked her to be your friend.

Slowly, she took your hand and agreed. That was the best and worst mistake of her life. The more time you spent together, the more her jealousy weakened. Love started to grow in her chest as she cherished the moments she shared with you. You became her best friend, her soulmate, her sister.

That's why it absolutely shattered her when she noticed the letter neatly placed on her desk. A sense of dread filled her as she approached her desk. With a heavy chest, she opened the letter and her heart broke as she read each word.

《I loved every moment we laughed together. It made me feel like a normal girl that wasn't living a lie. Ochako, please take care of Izuku. Your love for him is pure and limitless that it'll heal the damage I'll cause to him.》

Ochako couldn't read the remaining paragraphs as she rushed out of her dorm and towards Izuku's. Frantically knocking, she twisted the doorknob and ran towards Izuku's hunched-over figure. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she begged him to look at her.

She needed him to look at her. Izuku might be the last thing connecting her to you. As Izuku's eyes met hers, tears once again began to fill her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't in love with Izuku. Maybe her heart had started to belong to you.

#uraraka ochako x reader #uraraka ochako #my hero acedamia #traitor reader

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k-atsukibakugou · 7 months

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────────⌕ search: mercury/uraraka-ochako

updated 3rd november 2023

masterlist • archive of our own • wip updates • my kofi please bear in mind all my works will be female/femme reader & remember to check the warnings

more than a friend | sfw | 2.1k — 03/06/2022

summary: ‘so fucking confusing the way that she texts me, keeps saying “i love you,” wish she really meant it, sometimes she comes over, we call it a girls night, when she takes her clothes off, I know that shes my type’It’s such a cliche isn’t it? Falling in love with your best friend, who’s dating someone else. How can you help it, though, when Ochako is as sweet as she is. warnings: underage drinking, lesbian reader, making out, fantasising, mutual pining

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#line dividers by me #mha fanfiction #uraraka ochako x reader #ochako uraraka x reader #ochako x reader #k-atsukibakugou #「mercury writes」#「ochako <3」

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misssmina · 28 days

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Y’all don’t make use of funny character traits enough.

Guys!!!!

Bakugou is the nosiest kid I have ever seen. Put it in your fics. Make use of him constantly coming to incorrect conclusions.

Midoriya is actually a really violent kid, he just has the patience of a patron saint. The entire world is lucky he’s too sweet to act on his anger. (Go look in his notebook)

Iida is so shady. “One is my friend and the other one is Bakugou.” COME ONNNNN

Kaminari is such a girly pop y’all. Y’all don’t give him enough silly gen z slang. Please go listen to how he speaks in dub. Sounds like he has 6 sisters.

Uraraka is so unreasonably chill. Almost nothing bothers that girl. Please make her more vulnerable to things because she just can’t be assed to care.

Kirishima is a shit talker, and regularly puts people in their place. Y’all keep writing like him like he’s some little puppy. This man is a Doberman.

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frickingnerd · 26 days

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ochako walking in on izuku and you

pairing: izuku midoriya x gn!reader (+ochako uraraka)

summary: ochako just wanted to drop off some notes at izuku's room, when she walked in on an interesting scene...

“i-it's so hot…”

“don't move, let me take your clothes off first–!”

ochako stood outside the door, listening to the sounds that came from within izuku's room. she had only intended to bring izuku the notes for today's class since he was sick, but now that she heard what was going on inside his room, she wasn't so sure if she really should disturb the two of you.

“izuku… wait, n-not there–!!”

“we have to do it now…!”

ochako's eyes widened as she kept listening. she couldn't see what was happening inside the room, but it didn't sound like something the two of you should be doing inside the dorms! she grabbed the doorknob, before nervously pushing the door open.

ochako was greeted by the sight of izuku opening your blouse, your tie already tossed onto the floor. she was hoping she had just been imagining things and was wrong about what she heard, but as soon as she got a glimpse of your exposed body, she knew what the two of you had been doing. quickly, she turned away again, flustered.

“i-i'm sorry, i didn't know you two were…”

izuku looked at you, visibly panicking, before he jumped up and rushed towards ochako.

“i-i swear it's not what it looks like–!”

ochako turned towards the two of you again. izuku looked the same way he always did, but as she looked a little closer to you, she noticed the empty bowl on your lap, as well as what was supposed to be soup, now spread all over your top.

“i just dropped the soup on y/n and they got burned… i– i tried to take their clothes off before it got even worse–!!”

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rxdidz · 2 years

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✬ spooky season with bnha girls :)

✬ october, costumes , and trick or treating

✬ ft. my favs 🤱🏽

✮ jirou

loves fall it’s so orange

going on cute dates to corn mazes and picking pumpkins <33

can tolerate horror movies, loves fear street

also loves haunted houses but is holding you the entire time

BUBBLEGUM AND MARCLINE

^^ what you two go as !!

BAKING

baking halloween themed brownies and cookies together 🤝

doesn’t love party’s but will go if you want to 🤱🏽

✮ momo

also loves fall she’s so put together in every season her style is so good i love her

wait she loves winter even more tho

has the white gloves, pretty jackets and toques all ready 😭

overall loves fall fashion

gets the smallest pumpkin and carves a little heart into it :(

loves tim burton movies

you definitely go as fairy’s

loves trick or treating, since she’s rich her parents would buy her candy and never take her out to trick or treat

will go with you to a party (to supervise you fr)

or just stay in and eat all the candy you get !!

✮ ochako

also loves fall fashion

and loves halloween she starts thinking about it it august

loves dressing up be a witch and take pictures with her please

don’t take her to a haunted house she will cry

farthest she can go for scary movies is scream 😭

trick or treating is her favorite. like free candy??:&:$&:

will hold you all night while you watch scream and tim burton films <3

accidentally activates her quirk when she’s scared and makes the candy + blanket float ☹️

✮ toga

i hate her

terrorizes children

loves halloween in general

the lov buys candy and just eats it all in one night not handing any out 😭

so you and toga hide some 🤱🏽

you two hand out candy to kids and compliment their costumes 🤲

either you two go as harley quinn + poison ivy/the joker or you go as something stupid like ketchup and mustard 😞

you, twice, toga and sometimes dabi and shiggy stay up till 6am watching horror movies <33

✮ fuyumi

loves all holidays in general

she never really celebrated them when she was younger so getting to do it with you is her favorite thing 🙁 <33

loves winter and fall fashion as well

has little earmuffs she wears in fall :(

carves how many pumpkins and makes her brothers do it with you

hates scary movies 😭

you made her watch fear street and even to that she was clinging onto you???

like just focus on the lesbians i lobe you

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #jirou kyouka x reader #jirou x reader #momo yaoyaruzo #momo yaoyorozu x reader #momo x reader #yaomomo x reader #uraraka x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #ochako x reader #ochaco x reader #toga himiko x reader #toga x reader #fuyumi x reader #wlw x reader

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r2katsu · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒

Ft. Mina, Yaomomo, Ochako

mha m.list | gn!reader | crack

WC: 526 words

Mina Ashido:

"Reminder to not borrow y/n's things without telling them-"

"MINA ASHIDO"

"EEEKK Y/N!"

"..."

"Okay okay I know you're mad but-If I did borrow I knew you'd say no and I was kinda scared to borrow from you…"

Standing in front of pinkie herself with arms crossed and throwing daggers at her, as much as you love her she ain't getting out of this one easily and she knows it even though with the title 'girlfriend' she can't get off the hook with just that

"Ashido-" "Don't call me that it sounds weird-" and now she's pouting like a kicked puppy she peaks a little of your face when she hears a sigh "Ashido" she pouts even more "Okay it was enough I didn't ask for permission to borrow your stuff and now I..broke it…" she says as she fiddles with her fingers "You're getting no hugs from me for a week Ashido." you went to leave "WAIT NO NO NO y/n l/n you can't do me like this!??" "..." "Please" she pleads while grabbing the back of your shirt pulling it "Three days" she sighs hearing your response "I'll take it" for whole 3 days she's clinging onto you and don't expect her to get off of you

Momo Yaoyorozu:

"I'm sorry you have to spend your Saturday morning like this but you really don't have to worry about it-"

"Yaomomo you were ill and you didn't even tell me, you made me worried sick but you brushed me off everytime I asked you about it!"

There were only silence for a few seconds, rubbing the bridge of your nose you could tell the ill young lady is starting to get even more scared then you hear a sniffle you grabbed a tissue for her to clean up the snot but you were met with a few ad tears

"MO WHAT'S WRONG?? DOES IT HURT ANYWHERE WE SHOULD GO TO A DOCTOR I'LL-"

Feeling a pull on your shirt and she was wiping her tears "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner you were tired and I could take care of myself but I still made you worried…I'm sorry y/n-" "Shh it's fine come on now." "I was scared to tell you-" "Don't hesitate to tell me next time, please?" she nods "Wait am I really that scary??" "Sometimes-" she chuckles lightly, making you giggle.

Ochako Uraraka:

Hearing a knock and to reveal a pretty looking brunette with a worried face

"Something wrong 'chako?"

"Uhmm…well y/n here's the thing."

And now she's fiddling with her fingers nervously, giving her a second to collect herself.

"I sorta uhm got your notebook soaked."

"..."

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR MINA HAD SOME WATER AND SHE KINDA BUMPED INTO ME I SWEAR IT DRYING RIGHT NOW IT'S NOT THAT BAD-"

"Oi calm down" standing up to approach the brunette "Where's my book?" "My room." "Alright let's go check."

"Well I guess this is still salvageable."

"You're not mad??"

"Nah, I can't get mad at a cute face with these chubby cheeks" while you pinched her left cheek while she winced.

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thatanimewriter · 7 months

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WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE UP- I MEAN, DOWN THERE?

➳ request: Can you do uraraka ochako x reader who is tall but shy headcanons? (I noticed that there is no headcanons for uraraka so I decided to be first to request one)

➳ character/s: uraraka ochako

➳ warnings: none other than mild height slander

➳ notes: I LOVE THE GIRLLLL she's so iconic what a queen

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐎.

firstly imagine how giant your hoodies would look on her-

anyways

she really doesn't mind the height difference because...

who's gonna be shorter than her??

mineta probably, there's not too many people

she feels safe and protected, but she's also a strong independent woman, so she probably could judo flip you no problem

also with her quirk she could do whatever she wants

pick you up

flip you

give you a kiss without forcing you to lean down

though she does enjoy making you come down to her instead of her floating up to you

if you try the 'put things on a high shelf' thing

won't work

she'll just float

but she thinks it's hilarious that she's the more confident one

she will float up to give you lil pecks on the nose n RELISH in your reaction

won't do it too much in public cause she doesn't wanna embarrass you

but also because this is for her eyes only-

will probably order food for you if you don't wanna

will always be super soft and dote on you just a lil bit

purposely buys you big hoodies so SHE can wear them

sometimes you just don't do anything

because BOTH of you are like >.<

probably on valentines and white day

any birthday or gifting event it's just gonna be a couple of flustered kiddos

she loves you, she loves that you're tall and can be a cat climbing tree sometimes

also because when she wants to do dumb things like play hide n seek you SUCK

feet stickin out of all your hiding spots

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #uraraka ochako #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #uraraka ochako x reader #my hero academia imagines #boku no hero academia imagines #mha imagines #bnha imagines #uraraka ochako imagines

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satan-plundered-our-oceans · 28 days

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★。／can i be a hero too?＼。★

ask: "I have a really cute request, Bakugou from Bnha with a little sibling reader. They weren't able to get a babysitter and Bakugou bring his little sibling to school, the reader is the complete opposite of him though"

pairing: bakugo x gn!sibling!reader

fandom: boku no hero academia

word count: 1,196

tw: none! purely some platonic, wholesome fluff. of course, a bit of cussing from bakugo but that comes with the territory

notes: thanks for being one of my first requests anon! it was really fun to get back into writing fanfic, and bnha is one of my favourite animes so writing this was a lot of fun - i just hope i did it well and you enjoy reading! i used primarily they/them pronouns for the sibling just in case ;)

! this is a repost from my other blog !

‘Can’t we just hire that old fucking neighbour?!’

Mitsuki doesn’t even bother smacking her son this time, too busy fixing up the bento box she has already begun making in the kitchen. Rice and egg and soft pretzels which [Y/N] always insisted on. The same thing everyday, which Katsuki found increasingly frustrating. Their name is painted on the lid, which sits on the sink.

It’s one of the only memories that Mitsuki repeatedly brags about to her mom friends. How her son eagerly decorated a bento box for his anticipated sibling, and how he ended up despising them when born. That’s what it looked like anyway

‘She’s too old for [Y/N], you know this.’ Mitsuki snaps, snapping on the box lid. ‘They’ll get bored if they have to sit in her living room all day.’

‘The place smells like shit too.’

‘Katsuki!’ This time she does hit him.

‘It’s just one day. All you have to do is keep them busy for a while, and they’ll find a way to occupy themselves for the rest of your classes.’

Mitsuki packs the bento box and several colouring books and pencil sets into a tiny school bag that’s been sitting open on the dining room table. Just as [Y/N] comes skipping into the room in an All-Might tracksuit that they demanded they ‘had to have’ when they saw it at a convention a while ago.

‘Aren’t you so pretty, hun?’ Mitsuki coos at - arguably - her favourite child. ‘Guess what?’

[Y/N] mumbles something around a mouthful of a soft pretzel. Where’d they even get it from?

‘You’re going to school with Katsuki today!’

Oh shit their face got a fuck ton more bright when he looked down again. Even the mention of U.A on any given day made them bounce around while babbling about how they’d love to be a hero when they got their quirk.

‘Really?’ [Y/N] attaches themself to his leg, bouncing up and down to make sure they’ve heard Mitsuki just right.

She glares at him when [Y/N] looks away.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever.’

* *

No one’s expecting anything entirely different when Aizawa starts class that morning. The only thing that seems slightly out of the ordinary is Bakugo being late. Kirishima is counting through the minutes and soon enough a whole half hour passes without him being there to yell at anyone. Even Midoriya is having a particularly stress-free morning!

However, no one was expecting for him to parade into the class an hour later with a six year old sitting on his shoulders, because (as he said) “they didn’t want to use their damn legs”.

‘Bakubro,’ Kaminari is already laughing his ass off in the back corner. ‘Ya got a hitchhiker there.’

Bakugo is almost fuming by the time he drops off the child at his desk, standing by Aizawa to demand - or ask - that he ignore the situation. Number one, [Y/N] got a day off school because of a downtown villain attack, and Mitsuki couldn’t find a babysitter after their current one caught the flu. With no other options and both of his parents going to work early that morning, he had no choice but to drag them along as long as, and quote:

‘You don’t make a damn noise, and no questions, and no playing around, you sit down and shut up.’

Did [Y/N] listen? Nope. Not really.

Halfway through the first lesson of the morning, and little [Y/N] is sitting in the lap of half of his classmates, messing with Hagakure’s invisible hair in utter curiosity, and playing heroes with Midoriya and Kirishima. At which point they all stand on their desks and put their fists in the air yelling ‘Detroit Smash’!

Katsuki just stands and watches as [Y/N] jumps from person to person, playing with quirks and planning out their future hero name. Kaminari is the most excited to stand on his desk and create a fake hero mask out of tape and paper, and theorise all the new quirks that could be made for [Y/N].

‘[Y/N] sit down for God’s sake!’ he growls at them, and they do so as they nestle themselves into a corner of his desk. Katsuki squeezes on with her. ‘No more talking to these... damn extras during class, ok?’

Mitsuki would skin him alive if he even thought about swearing properly in the same room as her “precious angel”.

��But why?’

‘’Cause it’s annoying.’

[Y/N]’s eyes widen a bit, but then they beam at him and nod again, picking up a pencil as if they actually are a student and begin doodling a picture while others begin homework. Aizawa doesn’t collapse into his sleeping bag this time, instead keeping an eye to ensure he isn’t sued later for the death of an unrelated child. Midoriya and Iida are the first ones to finish of course, followed by Katsuki, who has to steal his pages when [Y/N] isn’t looking, handing it across the teacher’s desk with glitter flowers and stars in the margins.

The bell goes to signal the beginning of their hero training, and [Y/N] clutches Katsuki’s hand as they shyly approach the scary-looking racoon man to hand him a (“professionally signed”) artwork by [Y/N] Bakugo. A misshapen house with a cat and a very dead looking racoon.

(Aizawa does frame it later, like a dad of course.)

(Katsuki does call his teacher roadkill exactly three times after that.)

For hero training All-Might stands with his hands on his hips with [Y/N] at his side to help conduct the lesson. Together they order drills and [Y/N] gets to practise their hero voice and pose. The class ends with the whole group playing games and kicking a soccer ball around so they can pretend that [Y/N] has to save it from various situations. Which they do so successfully - “a top-rate hero” in All-Might’s words.

* *

For Katsuki, he’s glad to get home and die in bed when 8:30 rolls around. It’s been non-stop questions and poking and prodding even though he told [Y/N] not to, but they wouldn’t listen! And when they got home Mitsuki hounded him to make sure they hadn’t done anything stupid while at school.

But 9 rolls around and [Y/N]’s socks cast shadows over the door frame, and the door handle jiggles. Katsuki waits and doesn’t move to help them with it. They come padding in with a stuffed Midnight plush, and crawls onto his pillow.

‘Kat, can I come to school with you everyday?’

And god-fucking-dammit, they look so damn excited to go to school with their big brother that all he can do is turn off his lamp and pull the covers up and pat their hair. He can feel his chest swell with pride, because his sibling wants to come and watch him become a hero.

He can’t help but wonder what kind of hero [Y/N] will be. What would their quirk be?

Oh, Mitsuki would kick his ass if he even thought about surpassing his own sibling.

He smirks at the thought. His sibling would be the best hero at U.A, not like those fucking extras.

‘Yeah, whatever.’

i really enjoyed writing this!

let me know if you want to request anything, and i'll try my best to get to them as quickly as possible.

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p1nkch3rries · 2 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖 • 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

SOUNDS OF FOOTSTEPS CAN be heard through the hallways as Y/n makes her way to find her classroom, aka Class 1-A. While walking, she slightly tugged her skirt in annoyance, not liking that she had to wear a uniform. Don't get her wrong; she loved how it looked and thought it was pretty, but that doesn't mean the material the uniform was made of was comfortable.

While walking, Y/n thought about all she had done in the last few weeks of being on Earth-112086. She had to learn about the history of quirks and the laws that were provided to restrict them with the help of Aizawa. She also brushed up on her Japanese with All Might since the last time she spoke the language was when Nat was still around.

Nezu gave Y/n a rundown of the school and explained to her that she could only use one of her powers so as not to raise suspicion. The power she decided on was one of the more useful ones, her Psychic Energy Manipulation. She believes that power will be able to cause the most damage to her enemies and is the best one at protecting others from danger.

Y/n also met the rest of the U.A. faculty and some notable pro heroes charted in the top 10 in the Hero Billboard Chart JP. And during all this happening, Y/n realized truly how different this world was from her own. She was already shocked at the idea of people becoming heroes to be famous since back home, most heroes didn't choose or want a life that involved crime fighting. The puzzle pieces of life just happened to fall like that.

Y/n was also shocked that they had schools specifically designed to train teens to become full-fledged heroes. They go through fake scenarios and fight one another to grasp the idea of what it's like to be put on the spot. It prepared the students for anything and honestly impressed Y/n with how organized it was.

But what shocked the young mutant the most was how everyone accepted the idea of powers. No one had to run and hide for developing a superhuman ability; they were actually praised for having such a thing instead. It felt weird for her to see, but it also made her feel safe and protected. However, she must not let her guard down.

Y/n's thoughts finally broke when she encountered a humongous door with the letters "1-A" painted red. She would be guessing that the reason to have such a large door would be for people with quirks that enhance their height. But then again, this school is uber rich, so they could have large doors for the hell of it.

Y/n took a deep breath before sliding the door open and walking inside the almost empty classroom, with the exception of a few students littered about. She got here early to hopefully not bump into anyone and snag a good seat in the back, which is exactly what she does. As she takes her seat, Y/n whips out a book, The Foster Theory, which Thor highly recommended. This is probably because his ex-girlfriend wrote it.

The young girl was able to read the first few pages until more and more students started showing up, which meant more noise. She gave up on reading after not being able to focus on the book anymore and decided to look out the window instead. Y/n admired how green the grass looked and how today would have been a perfect day for a walk with how clear the skies were.

'Now I can get used to this. What a peaceful da–'

"Take your feet off of that desk now!"

"Huh?!"

"It's the first day, and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!"

"You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you born with it?"

'Nevermind... I was expecting too much.'

Y/n reluctantly looked away from nature's beauty and looked over at the two boys causing a scene on the first day. The first boy looked like a stereotypical rule follower with his nicely combed blue hair and spotless glasses. The second boy looked like a wannabe delinquent with his spiky platinum blonde hair, baggy pants, and lack of a tie. What a rebel...

Pulling her gaze away, Y/n noticed a plain-looking, green-haired boy standing at the door's entrance. He seemed to be on the verge of passing out as if seeing the rule follower and wannabe delinquent was like the equivalent of seeing Thanos himself. It didn't help his situation when glasses and blondie stopped bickering and aimed their attention at him.

"It's him."

Those two words caused the entire class to shift their gaze at the helpless boy, and his nervousness seemed to go from 50 to 100 quickly. "Uh, hi."

Of course, the green-haired boy's torturing didn't stop there, as glasses started stiffly marching his way over to the poor boy. "Good morning! My name is Tenya Iida fro–"

Y/n decided she didn't care for the commotion anymore and redirected her gaze back to the peaceful outside setting. She chose her area of focus to be the two young birds flying around outside, playing with one another. But, her peace was interrupted again when she heard Aizawa's voice ring through the air.

"If you're just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now."

Outside the main door, Y/n saw Aizawa lying on the floor in his yellow sleeping bag. His appearance left the whole class shocked and slightly unnerved. He sometimes did this when teaching the young girl quirk history, so she probably shouldn't have been surprised that he would do this to his own students too.

"Welcome to UA's hero course." Aizawa unzipped his sleeping bag and stood up. "It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that."

'Wow! He is amazing at first impressions... not.'

"Hello. I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher."

Everyone's faces became even more shocked when Aizawa uttered his last sentence. While everyone was frozen in surprise, the pro hero dug through his sleeping bag to pull out what looked to be a school p.e. uniform.

"Right, let's get to it. Put these on and head outside."

"What? A quirk assessment test?"

"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" A girl with a brown bob and pink cheeks said, disappointed.

Unlike everyone else, Y/n didn't seem to mind the idea of missing orientation. Even though she was robbed of her to go to a regular school, she understood that orientation usually consisted of sitting with your class and listening to someone speak for an hour or two about the rules.

"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit." said Aizawa.

"You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will learn."

The more Y/n thought about it, the more she agreed with his judgment. A mutant in her world who develops a power that enhances strength would have to make their test results go up gradually to make it look natural. But in a world full of superpowered people, shouldn't it be normalized to use that power in those tests?

"Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in junior high?" Aizawa said, looking at the wannabe delinquent.

"Sixty-seven meters, I think."

"Right. Try doing it with your quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on. You're wasting our time."

While Bakugo was stretching his arms to get ready for the throw, Y/n started wondering what his quirk exactly was. She thought of him cocky and confident, so that must mean his quirk is a powerful one. Powerful enough that it makes you think you're the biggest hotshot at school.

As Bakugo started throwing his ball, an enormous explosion erupted from his hand that caused the ball to shoot through the air at a rapid speed, leaving a fire trail behind it.

"DIE!"

'Holy shit, dude. That's one loud and flashy power. No wonder he was cocky; he probably got praised for developing such a quirk.'

"All of you need to know your maximum capabilities." said Aizawa.

While speaking, the ball falls from the sky and hits the ground, and a beep could be heard from the device Aizawa used to calculate the distance of the throw. He looks down at the machine and then turns towards the class, showing Bakugo's results.

705.2 meters.

"It's the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero."

Y/n looked at the results in awe, but her feeling of awe was less from Bakugo's results and more from this world. At this moment, she finally realized that no one would look down on her for being a mutant and instead treat her as an equal. But her purpose in that world isn't to feel accepted; she's here to complete a mission... Only a mission.

"So this looks fun, huh?"

'Wait, what? Oh, I spaced out, didn't I?'

"You have three years here to become a hero. You think it's all gonna be games and play time?"

The tension rose as Aizawa smirked, glaring at his class.

"Idiots. Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has none, and will be expelled immediately. Like I said, I get to decide how this class runs. Understand? If that's a problem, you can head home right now."

'Okay, so this day just went from 0 to 100 quickly.'

"You can't send one of us home! I mean, we just got here! Even if it wasn't the first day, that isn't fair!" Yelled the girl with pink cheeks. Her protest of Aizawa's teaching methods seems to strike a nerve with him.

"Oh, and you think natural disasters are? Or power-hungry villains? Hm? Or catastrophic accidents that wipe out whole cities? No, the world is full of unfairness."

'He's right. Life was never fair back in my world. It isn't fair for the mutants who get hunted down and killed. It isn't fair for the people whose lives were affected by Thanos and the Blip. It isn't fair for Morgan, who has to grow up without her father. Nothing in life was fair.'

"It's a hero's job to combat that unfairness. If you wanna be a pro, you're gonna have to push yourself to the brink. For the next three years, UA will throw one terrible hardship after another at you. So, go beyond. Plus Ultra-style. Show me it's no mistake that you're here."

TEST #1

"Runners, on your marks."

(Y/N) knelt into a standing sprint start, wrapping her red psionic energy around her feet, eyes shifting to red. She was racing against a boy with tape rolls for elbows and black hair falling to his shoulders. The young girl was trying to understand the use of his quirk but decided against it as she had a test to focus on.

"Ready? Go!"

After the confirmation, Y/n lifted a foot off the ground and had her psionic energy push her through the air. She didn't, however, expect her classmate to shoot his tape to a nearby wall and swing through the air like Spiderman. With that swing, the black-haired boy passed her by a few milliseconds.

"4.05 seconds."

"4.15 seconds."

TEST #2

Red energy wraps around the grip strength dynamometer and squeezes down on the machine's handle. The energy vanishes the moment a beep is heard ringing through the air. The device reads 200 kilograms.

'Not too shabby. Though maybe I do need to work on my actual arm strength. I can't always rely on my powers.'

As Y/n puts her dynamometer down, the tape boy's voice is heard exclaiming in shock. Her attention shifts to three boys in her class, the main focus being a boy with multiple arms attached to one another.

"Wow! You hit 540 kilograms? You're such a beast!"

Y/n sweatdrops a little at this statement.

'540 kilograms? Talk about some brute strength.'

TEST #3

The standing long jump was probably the most straightforward test for the young mutant to complete. The objective was to jump across the sandbox and land as far away from the starting point as possible. Y/n levitated herself over and across the box, softly landing on the other side.

TEST #4

The repeated side steps seem to be only helpful for the short boy that could bounce off the purple balls on his head. For this test, Y/n purely relied on the training she received as an Avenger and didn't use her powers. So, she tried her best.

TEST #5

(Y/N) held the ball tight as she wrapped her psionic energy around it, eyes turning red. The moment she threw the ball, a trail of red followed behind it, causing it to fly through the air faster. Once it hit the ground, Aizawa turned to the class and showed her result.

750 meters.

Her score received a collective gasp from the class. Satisfied with her results, Y/n walked back to her classmates as the girl with pink cheeks took her place on the field. The brunette grabbed the ball, and she simply tossed it. After waiting a few minutes for any sign of it falling, Aizawa showed everyone her results. Now the class was even more surprised by what they saw.

"Infinity?!"

As the brunette walked back to her fellow students, Y/n couldn't help but praise the girl for her results. "Wow, that's an amazing quirk you have there! I didn't even know infinity could be possible when throwing a softball."

Pink cheeks blushed a bit at the comment and smiled. "Thank you! But I think my quirk is nothing compared to yours. Those red wispies that come out of your hand are so pretty, and they've helped you in almost every test so far! Oh, I'm Ochako Uraraka, by the way!"

"I'm Y/n L/n. It's really nice to meet you, Uraraka. " Y/n smiled.

Before the two girls could talk to one another more, their attention was taken away by the green-haired boy that walked up to the white circle with the ball in his hand. He looked petrified. He seemed to be contemplating his next move, not wanting to get a bad test result.

'I wonder what his quirk is. His results have been average to low for the previous test, and he's currently the one lagging behind.'

"If Midoriya doesn't shape up soon, he's the one going home." said Iida, arms crossed.

"Huh? Of course, he is. He's a quirkless loser." retaliated Bakugo.

Y/n was confused for a second about why having no power would make you unable to be a hero. Her world had tons of non-superhuman heroes/vigilantes. But then she remembered something that she learned while studying quirk history.

'In this world, there has never been a quirkless hero. So that must mean he has to have a quirk to be in this school.' Now that's a cultural shock for me.

Looking back over at Midoriya, Y/n notices the glint of determination in his eyes. When he threw the ball, streaks of red glowed from his arm. But that seemed to do nothing since... the ball only went 46 meters.

'Well, that was anticlimatic.'

Midoriya looked down at the hand he threw with in utter disbelief, wondering why his quirk wasn't working. He was so sure that he was trying to use it while throwing that ball. However, his question gets answered when he sees Aizawa's scarf and hair start to float, his eyes glowing red.

"I erased your quirk. The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enroll at this school."

Midoriya seemed confused. "Wait, you did what to my-"

And then the realization hit him.

"Ah! Those goggles. I know you! You can look at someone and cancel out their powers. The Erasure Hero: Eraser Head!"

'Right, Aizawa's quirk erases people's powers. He tested out his quirk on me to see if it would do the same effect on mutants. It did. I guess mutations and quirks work the same in the human body.'

Aizawa continued talking to Midoriya but lowered his voice so that only the greenette could hear. Not being able to hear them and not wanting to eavesdrop, Y/n looked over at Uraraka.

"Do you have any idea what they are talking about? I can't hear them." Uraraka asked, looking concerned for the boy.

"Whatever it is, Mr. Aizawa only wants Midoriya to know." responded Y/n.

Suddenly, Aizawa's scarf was wrapped around the poor boy's body, pulling him close and glaring at him. The probability of their teacher's words being advice was slim. After a few moments, he let the boy go. The tension was high, and everyone wondered if anything Aizawa said to Midoriya was even good or helpful.

"I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice." said Iida.

"Probably told him to start packing."

"Do you just dedicate yourself to being the biggest asshole towards Midoriya? Or were you just born that?" Y/n asked, smirking a bit at how easy it was to make Bakugo angry.

"What did you say to me, you extra?!"

"It was just a question. No need to get pissy about it."

Y/n looked back a Midoriya, worried if the poor boy would even use his quirk. He was looking at the ball in his hand, a million thoughts going through his mind. Then that look of determination returned in his eyes as he threw the softball. The speed and power that was used in that throw was amazing.

'If he had such a powerful quirk all this time, why did he decide now to use it?'

Y/n's eyes drifted down to Midoriya's now broken finger. Her question was answered by seeing how damaged it was.

'Oh... That must be it. He doesn't know how to control his power.'

The softball hit the ground with a light thud, and another beep is heard from the device in Aizawa's hand. The teacher looked down at the machine and then back up at Midoriya in shock as if he wasn't expecting anything to come from the boy's throw. Aizawa turned the device over to the class and showed the results.

705.3 meters.

"He threw it over 700 meters!"

"Nice, he's finally showing us his true power!"

"But his finger appears to be broken now. Just like in the exam. This quirk is very odd."

"It wasn't a very pretty throw."

As more and more students voiced their opinions about Midoriya's results and his self-destructive quirk, Y/n decided to look over at Bakugo, who was the only one quiet. She was expecting him to say something, considering that he obviously didn't like the green-haired boy, but the only thing she saw was his face of pure shock. But that didn't last long.

Bakugo's open palms started bursting with small explosions, and his once-shocked expression turned to one of anger. He charged toward Midoriya, hand reaching toward him with the intent of using his quirk.

"Hey! Deku, you bastard! Tell me how you did that, or you're dead!"

Bakugo's running abruptly stopped when the fabric of Aizawa's scarf went around and restrained the boy. No matter how hard he pulled, the blonde couldn't escape his current trap.

"What? Why the hell is your damn scarf so strong?"

"Because it's a capture weapon made out of carbon fiber and special metal alloy. Stand down. It'd be wise to avoid making me use my quirk so much. It gives me serious dry eye. You're wasting my time now. Whoever's next can step up."

Bakugo's restraints were free once Aizawa was done speaking, but the boy didn't move. He didn't even look at Midoriya, who slowly started walking away from him and going over to the rest of the students. The blonde just kept glaring at the ground.

"Ouch, is your finger okay?" asked Uraraka, concerned for Midoriya's finger.

"Sure. Fine!"

Y/n wasn't paying attention to the two students' conversation, too busy keeping her attention and gaze on Bakugo. He seemed furious, but not like before. His anger was now concerning and seemed to be coming from a place of insecurity. Unconsciously, her eyes flickered red as she started listening in on the blonde's thoughts.

'Until the exam, he was nothing. A little bug I could crush if I wanted to. Just an annoying bug that I can smash into the ground.'

"All right, time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual's score." explained Aizawa.

Midoriya feared seeing his ranking, not wanting to be the one in last place, and getting expelled. When Y/n looked over at him, she felt bad, knowing that he would probably end up last. However, she also knew Aizawa wasn't going to expel him. The mutant saw the look in the teacher's eyes. She didn't even need to read his mind to know that he was going to break his own rule.

Once the beep was heard, everyone immediately looked for their names as the hologram turned on with the rankings displayed. Midoriya, whose eyes were closed, started slowly opening them. And when he found his name, his heart dropped to his stomach.

He was in the last place...

Then the hologram vanished.

"And I was lying, no one's going home. That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."

Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida all yelled in shock, causing Y/n to stifle her laugh. She knew Aizawa wouldn't turn away a student with so much hidden potential. It honestly would be foolish if he did so. Once everyone settled down from their state of both relief and panic, Aizawa started speaking again.

"That's it. We're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning."

Y/n felt drained, not having been mentally or physically prepared to do so much on the first day. But, even though she was tired and just wanted to sleep, she was excited about what was coming from this school. Except, she wasn't supposed to be. She was supposed to be looking for multiversal anomalies, but she found none in the past few weeks of being in this world.

These anomalies have been hiding in spots that Y/n can't seem to find, and it was frustrating her. She felt selfish for having a good time at U.A. when people from her world were out there possibly plotting against this world. If only she could get some type of lead in this mission.

"L/n! Wait up!"

Y/n turned towards the voice and was greeted by the happy aura that Uraraka naturally seemed to have around her. The mutant smiled a bit and slightly waved her hand at the brunette.

"You know, Uraraka, you can just call me by Y/n. There is no need for formalities."

"Oh, okay! Well then, you can call me Ochako!"

Y/n chuckled a bit at her enthusiasm as the two girls continued walking together. They had some nice small talk about what happened at school until Ochako noticed Iida and Midoriya a few feet in front of them, also talking to one another. The brunette called out to the two boys with her bright smile and happy aura.

"Hey! Wait up, you two! Are you going to the station? We'll join you guys!"

She started running up to the duo, and Y/n followed suit.

"I'm Ochaco Uraraka. Let's see, you are Tenya Iida. And your name is... Deku, right? Midoriya?"

"Deku?!"

"Uh, yeah, isn't that what Bakugo called you? Right?"

"Uh, well, my name's actually Izuku. Deku's what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me." Midoriya says, a little panicked and embarrassed.

'I knew that guy was an asshole.'

"Oh, I didn't realize that! I'm sorry. But you know what? I like Deku. It could make a great hero name! Plus, I think it sounds kinda cute."

"Deku it is!"

Iida and Y/n deadpanned at Midoriya's quick acceptance of the insulting nickname, and when they pointed it out, the boy started blushing even more. Luckily for the freckled boy, the attention drifted away from him when Iida realized he was never introduced to Y/n.

"I'm sorry, I've never properly introduced myself to you. How rude of me! I'm Tenya Iida."

"Oh, it's alright! I'm Y/n L/n, but you can just call me Y/n."

Iida was shocked at the idea of calling a girl he had just met by her first name. After all, the norm in Japan is to call people by their last name since it is the respectful thing to do. Of course, that doesn't apply if you are close to one another.

"But isn't that a bit too forward? We don't want to be disrespectful." asked Midoriya.

"Oh, well, I'm actually a transfer from America, so it's normal to call friends by their first name. But if you both are uncomfortable with doing so, that's understandable."

"A transfer? I would have never guessed. Your Japanese is really good, and you barely have an accent!" gushed Ochako.

"Well, if calling you by your first name is what you are comfortable with, then it is our responsibility as your classmates to respect that!"

Y/n chuckled a bit at Iida's response but thanked him for being considerate. After introductions, the four students continued their way to the train station, getting to know each other better. The young mutant was having a great time being around kids her age since she usually was with much older people. She liked it here.

'Yeah, I can get used to this.'

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