#villian kirishima

[maroonswan]

I really want to kiss villain!kirishima sooooo bad.

I feel like ,in that state, kiri wouldn’t care that much about his teeth. Kissing him would be full of them, clashing against your own and occasionally scraping against your gums. 

When he’s really in the mood though, he bites at your your pretty soft lips, bruising them and even sometimes drawing blood. Kirishima doesn’t mind though. Like a carnivore, he laps and sucks at the wounds, for he just loves the taste of you.

Once he starts, it’s hard to get him to stop. He’ll push you down into the plush of the bed before littering more bite marks all over your body, happy to tear his precious girl’s flesh apart just to to indulge in her crimson essence. 

[dynamightgod]

The Lighthouse( Villain AU) blurb series

Starring: Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Y/N

Plot: The Puppet Master moves behind the scenes, putting his players into place and preparing to take his queen

Warnings: villain Deku, villian kirishima, villian reader, angst, sexual content, bit of BDSM if you squint, hybristophilia

MINORS DNI 18+

A/N: I'm writing it in blurbs cuz I can't figure out how to write it as a fic. But I hope you all enjoy it.

Scene One: Sidekicks

"I'll lure you like a landslide, and I'll show you lovely things" -Halsey 'The Lighthouse'

"Dynamight Sir? The Siren Hero Ligeia is here." Katsuki grunted, he really wasn't in the mood, but his manager had been on his case. Four sidekicks quit within three months. His public rep was on the line and his manager wasn't having it.

"Send her in." He grumbles, not looking up from the paperwork he was trying to finish so he could leave the agency early for once. He heard some shuffling and footsteps approaching. They were light, soft as they padded towards him. He still didn't look up, not until a soft clearing of the throat pulled his attention away.

"Dynamight Sir. I look forward to working with you." The pen stopped as he took her in. Her hero suit a light blue and seafoam green, her eyes piercing and dark as they stares straight back at him, a soft smirk curling the edges of her lips. She looked playful, elegant, and mysterious.

"I don't have time to waste so I'll make this easy for you." He grunts, standing and pushing his chair back. "Just stay out of my way and don't cause me trouble by doing stupid reckless shit. Ive got enough to worry about." He shoves past her, towards the door. She turns slowly, watching as he stops, turning to wait for her so he can lock up. He feels his fingers twitch, her gaze is unnerving and it's making him nervous. There's something in her eyes, it's screaming at him but he can't hear it. His stomach churns as she takes slow steps towards him, moving to her own heart's desire, not his. He's very aware that she won't be one to follow orders. It almost excites him.

"Whatever I can do to support the number one hero," she gets close to him, he steps back, brushing against the door as she smiles up into his face. "I'm sure we'll have lots of fun together." Just like that, she smiles genuinely and bids him good night. "I'll see you tomorrow boss!" She chirps happily.

Katsuki runs his hand down his face and takes a deep breath. The fuck was that. Who is this witch?

Y/N plays the role of a hero perfectly, up and coming, top of her class at UA. She was projected to fall into the top ten quickly. Ligeia, the mysterious, seductive, siren hero, who could capture you with the sound of her voice or pierce your ear drums with her echo screech.

But Y/N had other ambitions, a fallen hero turned villain. She would kiss his feet, do anything, be anything.

She steps into the familiar office of said villain. She looks around, admiring the newspaper clippings, the notes scribbled about various heroes, the framed news paper article of the fall and death of All Might.

"Poppet? How'd it go?" She feels someone step up behind her, his arms encircling her waist and his head resting in her neck. She sighs, leaning back into him.

"Not as expected. He was leaving. But there's always tomorrow," a scarred hand reaches to turn her to look at him. He caresses her cheek, green eyes meeting hers as the green curls on his head brushed against her forehead.

"Perfect." He giggled, pressing his lips to hers. She reached up, threading her fingers through his hair. She tugs softly and he groans, pulling back. "Not tonight darling. Daddy's got some work to do." He chuckles as her lips form a pout. "I'll have Eijirou tend to you tonight." His finger trailed her lip and tugged the bottom down. Just as he finished speaking a knock welcomed the former hero known as red riot. Now Blood Riot, walked in, smirking as Y/N giggled, going to launch herself into the man's arms, only to be tugged back violently by her hair and thrown to the floor.

Izuku Midoriya had an annoyed look on his scarred face, though it was hard to tell because of the burn left to him by his former friend and rival Dynamight. A cruel trick from the former that made Izuku's former admiration turn to hatred.

Others saw him as horribly ugly and scarred, Y/N thought he was beautiful, it made his eyes ever more piercing, his voice could make her thighs quake and his touch could melt her to nothing. He was beautiful. Absolutely dazzling in her eyes.

"Poppet you forgot your manners." He points to the floor. "You crawl. Unless told otherwise. Right?" She nods, he tugs again, pulling her forward.

"Yes, Sir!"

"That's better." He hands Blood Riot the leash and pats his shoulder as he turns to leave. "Prep her real good for me. I have a feeling it's gonna be a long night." Just the idea of Izuku going out and wrecking havoc then coming back to ravage her, sent a shiver down her spine. Eijirou Kirishima, Dynamight's former best friend, growled low in his chest, his eyes rolling just a bit.

"Fuck. I could use a little playtime with our ragdoll."

Ligeia, The Siren Hero

Siren Hero

Y/N L/N siren hero

Katsuki sat back, scratching his head as he looked at his laptop screen. He had searched and searched for information on his new little sidekick and couldn't find more than a handful of articles about her high school career at UA. She had been first every year for the sports festival, undefeated. She was impressive, he could give her that.

More intriguing than a lot of the sidekicks he had had recently.

A lot of them were just fans, who fantasized about falling in love and loving cushy. But he wasn't about that. Katsuki had to maintain the number one spot and a relationship would make him undesirable to fans according to his manager. Not that he cared about that. He didn't have time. He could feel the shadows that chased him and knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up to him....and he could never put someone he claimed to love in harms way.

But this sidekick. The way she acted like she wasn't just an extra in a world that revolved around him. She had the audacity to stand out, baiting him like a worm on a hook.

When he came in his hand he was thinking of her eyes, the way her tongue swiped the corner of her mouth when she smirked, her hair, her skin, he was thinking of her, already caught and she hadn't even begun the chorus yet.

[artistrashofmine]

Supervillian BloodRiot and Prohero Dynamight have a complicated relationship- both on and off work, if you know what I mean!

[poly-pan-0118]

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[summerlovingbaby]

Traitor Rewrite Part 1

Y/N’s lost her phone in the middle of the night. Well she didn’t exactly lose it so much as she was pretty sue that Sero stole it, as retaliation because she ate the last Eggo Waffle even though it had his name on it. It was there when she went to bed, but gone when she woke up, which sucked for her because it made her late for class on the day that she had a test that made up 40% of her grade, and she planned on waking up early to study. Well she sat an alarm to wake up to study, but she wasn’t getting out of bed until the absolute last minute.

It’s not like she needed to study anyway, she could pass most test without thinking and managed to get decent grades with no more than a little thought. Deccent. That’s all she was and that was all she ever planned on being.

Deccent. 

Nothing more, nothing less, exactly what she was asked of a nothing more.

“ Sorry for being late, Sir. I couldn’t find my... phone.” she entered the classroom, and paused at the door.

Nobody was sitting at their desks, with there number two pencils, backs hunched over a paper. They were all crowded at the back of the classroom, with looks of grim determination. Bakugou looked particularly bothered, both hands clenched tightly into fist, bearing his teeth like a cornered animal.

“ What’s going on here?” Y/N asked stepping into the classroom, she soon wished she didn’t because as soon as she stepped through the door, she got a bad feeling, Panic shot through her body and she let it flash on her face for a minute and then forced it into a neutral expression.

Deku opened his mouth, made a gross looking face then quickly closed it before flies flew in it. His mouth quivered and he tried to speak one more time. “ I...” he tried, then his face turned stony as he wiped his face of all emotion and spoke again. “ I just don’t understand.”

“I’m late for one test and you guys act like I’m a crimminal!” she threw her hands up and forced out a fake laugh to clear the tenison. 

“ You’re still lying.” Deku spoke, then he turned and looked behind, unable to look at her and her fat, lying face anymore. The face of an old friend. “ Why is she still lying?”

“ BECAUSE SHE’S A VILLIAN, AND THAT’S WHAT VILLAINS DO.” Bakugou. “THEY LIE, YOU LIE!”

“ Exuse me?” Y/N said. “ The hell are you talking about?”

“ Language!” Iida chided.

“ What am I lying about exactly?” she asked, stepping backwards towards the door, she had a bad feeling. A real bad one, that shot something in her stomach that made her want to be sick.

She couldn’t show it, she kept her face calm and neutral. Don’t over react, she thought to herself. There’s no reason to be afraid. 

She had every reason to be afraid she could feel it. A door opened a couple feet down the hallway and she could feel the heavy army boots stopping down the hallway in uniform. If she tried hard enough she could pretend the footfalls were the sound of her own heartbeat, which was beating insessiantly in her chest and made her want to carve it out with her own hands. She was losing her edge.

“ What the hell is going on?”

“ LANGUAGE!” Iida shouted.

“ Iida, I don’t feel like that’s exactly relevant right now-” Sero whispered. 

“ Can someone just explain to me what’s going on?” she asked, her voice still sweet and gentle despite the stress shooting through her thoughts.

“ We know you’re the traitor.” Aizawa spoke.

Her eyes drifted to him, she hadn;t even noticed how he was wearing his goggled shielding his eyes, or the missing sleeping bag that was traded in for a sullen expression.

Y/N stared at him, she didn’t know what to say, hadn’t even registered the word. That’s why she laughed, she always laughed at the least appropriate times because she didn’t no what else to do, but slap a smile on her face.

“ What?”

“ You don’t need to lie. We know it’s you!”

“ I have no idea what you’re talking about. What traitor?” she threw her hands in the air,  to show she was no threat. She thought she wasn’t one.

Everyone else was looking at her like she was the biggest threat in the room. Aizawa knew she could be a threat if she wanted to. Maybe not the biggest one, but one none the less. He knew that she hadn’t shown him the full capacity of her quirk, afraid of what it would do, but now, cornered like a violent animal confronted with the truth, she would lash out. The question was, would he be strong enough to stop the fallout.

“ Stop playing dumb, we’ve had enough of your schemes!”

“ What?”

“ Stop-”

“ CAN SOMEONE JUST EXPLAIN-”

“ We’ve given you more of an explanation than you deserve. And we’ve given you more than a dozen chances to explain.” Aizawa snapped. “ I would have thought you would have known better than to lie, and I thought that you would at least give us the dignity of being honest.”

“ I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT-”

“ Last chance, to surrender quietly.”

She threw her hands in the air and stuttered.

“ Can we just talk, like friends?” she asked.

“ We’re not friends, not anymore!” Bakugou snapped. “ Friends don’t stab eachother in the back.”

“ I didn’t stab anyone-”

“ Don’t say we didn’t give you the chance, to do the right thing.” Aizawa said.

Aizawa stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistles, ad just on cue men began to appear. Y/N turned to run, but the door slammed in her face, with such force that it knocked her down. Men in uniform, with stun guns draped on their chest, emerged from the ceiling, knocking down the ceiling titles.

She got to her feet though she felt like all the air was knocked from her lungs. She could still breathe but it felt like her lungs collapsed in on herself. 

One time, when she was a kid, she was on the swings, she tried to fly. So she forced herself to swing back and forth, until she swung super high, then just when she decided she was high enough, she realized she was afraid. She wasn’t meant to fly she was meant to walk, but two hands pressed against the middle of her back, and launched her foreward, sending her face first to the ground.

That’s what she felt like, Like someone pushed her off the swingset that she had no business being on in the first place. It felt like time froze, and before she knew it men surrounded her.

She scrambled upwards and hid behind his desk, pressing her back flat against the chalkboard in the front of the room. Hands emerged, grabbing at her face and clawing at her skin, she tried to scream but a hand covered her mouth and pinched her nose so she couldn’t breathe. She gripped the hand holding her hostage and snapped the wrist back.

It was Pro Hero Wall. Homeroom teacher of class 2B. She elbowed the wall and the hands let go of her. She had no time to think, no time to form a plan. Someone flew in through the window, she didn’t even realize that it was open. Two more guys dropped in, and landed harshly. They were wearing battle gear and had guns too.

Two men were approaching from the front, and she grabbed the edge of the desk and pushed it foreward, ramming it into them and knocking them down. It sent all the supplies falling of the desk and clattering on the ground. Someone came at her from the left, swung a large fist at her nose, and hit her in the face. The smell of blood invaded her senses and made her eyes water. A fist swung at her again,she ducked beneth it and kicked him down. A harsh hand slammed down on her shoulder and she grabbed his wrist, spinned around, pinning it behind his back and slammed him against the wall.

“ Can someone just talk to me.” she pleaded." Please just talk-”

Someone snuck up behind her, so quietly she couldn’t hear, grabbed her by her shoulder and slammed her head on the desk leaving a nasty bruise. They pinned her arm behind her back so violently her arm dislocated. She cried out loudly.

Kirishima tried to go help her but Denki, who was making sure that he didn’t interfere, grabbed him to keep him still. She tried to activate her quirk, but it couldn’t rise in her, she lifted her head to Aizawa who had taken off his goggles and left them on a desk, he wanted to look at her, watch her struggle.

“ Please.” she moaned. He only saw her mouth move, but he knew exactly what she said.

They jammed a siringe in her neck and managed to get her in cuffs, and as just as fact as they appeared they were dragging her from the room kicking and shouting for someone to listen. She just wanted her friends to listen.

She shouted for her innocence as they drug her to the door. Her body felt heavy and the edges of her vision went blurry. She looked at her classmates, the ones that stood and watched her get condemed, and the teacher that condemed her.

“ PLEASE… I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING. PLEASE I JUST WANT TO TALK. STOP IT. NO , PLEASE.”

As soon as she was out of the room, they gave her another shot of sedation keeping her from activating her quirk and making her easy to deal with. Her pleas echoed down the hallway and flowed into the room. There was a loud thudding noise, and then silence.

The quiet fell on the room, as the men gathered themselves and followed after her. Kirishima fell to the ground with wide sullen eyes and hollow cheeks. His world just ended. He put a hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle his sobs, that were raking his chest through his body.

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[ad0rkk]

[nobelowz]

*offers you bloodriot and krbk doodles*

[nightowlfandom]

Villain! BNHA AU- Our Little Apprentice: Episode-Todoroki Pt1

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Triggers- Fem! Reader, talks of cheating, violence,

Episode-PROLOGUE| Episode-Deku| Episode- Bakugou

Leggo!

Now playing- Episode: Todoroki

...

O.R.C.H.I.D- Kink Unlocked : Temperature Play

(Flashback)

“Y/N please let’s talk about this!”

“Talk about what?!” you snapped. “The fact that I FOUND you with your tongue down some girl’s throat?” your voice wavered. “AND DO NOT TELL ME IT WAS FOR THE CAMERAS.” you held out a threatening finger. “How could you do this to me?”

“Y/N I would never! I didn’t! My agency thinks I should be with her to boost my reputation! They probably fabricated the whole thing with someone who looked like me!”

“What did you say in response?” you asked. “When they said it...what did you say?”

He was silent.

“So this is about your fucking agency.” you laughed harshly. “Forget old quirkless Y/N and her clumsy ass...do you think that excuses what you did?”

“Y/N this isn’t about you being quirkless- Maybe to them but-!”

“I don’t believe you...you were wearing the bracelet I gave you for your birthday that one year...the one you suddenly lost the minute you went mainstream...Remember?”

“Maybe the others are right...you’re probably just insecure but that doesn’t mean-.”

Your face faltered as those words left his lips. “Insecure?” You cut him off. “...M-me being hurt that I saw you or someone I thought willingly kissed someone else for publicity is me being insecure?” you dared to ask. “Me already having to deal with people telling you I’m a charity case...is that it?” you crossed your arms.

“That’s not what I said-”

“THAT’S HOW IT SOUNDS...I watched you kiss her like you kiss me...without so much as a hitch!”

“Y/N you’re emotional right now. Let’s please talk about this! How can I prove to you-”

(Flashback end)

“Y/N? Y/N!” Izuku waved his hand in your face, snapping you out of your daze. “Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” you raised an eyebrow. “Sorry, I didn’t. What did you say?”

“I said you did a good job on the heist.” he repeated himself. “In both regards.” he winked. You felt your face heat up. “How did everything go?”

You all had returned to the warehouse. You had been zoning in and out since everyone was talking about...shit- who cared.

“A few troublemakers but I made short work of them.” you replied. “They weren’t well armed at all.”

“Well thanks to your device, we were able to successfully extort that asshole and get what we wanted, what was it’s name again?” Tenya asked.

“O.R.C.H.I.D. Short for Operative Really Cool Hyper Intelligent Device....I was 16 when I thought of it don’t judge me. She’s the most powerful super computer in the world.” 

“What made you build her?” asked Izuku. 

“I was build as a homework helper for Y/N while she was still in school. Then she gave me hyper intel to allow me to interact as humans do...along with this totally fabulous style.” the silver haired avatar gloated. 

“Aren’t you scared she’d turned against you?” Shoto asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Y/N is my creator...I’d never turn against her...you on the other hand. One command and you’re all dust.”

“She’s kidding.” you shook your head. “O.R.C.H.I.D, behave.”

“They all have muscles, they shouldn’t be scared.” your A.I rolled her eyes.

“Okay, you’re being muted.” you pressed a button that completely folded up your super computer back into a laptop sized disk.

“That still impresses me no matter how many times I see it.” Izuku shook his head.

“T-thanks.” you stared down at your fingers. “Not that I’m grateful to be here but, do I actually have a place to sleep or am I just gonna stay here with a blow up mattress.” you half joked. 

“Oh we all have our own bedrooms. I’ll show you yours now if you want.”

“That’d be great.” you nervously smile.

“G’night Y/N~” Denki sang as you passed him. “Feel free to come to my room any time.”

“No one is gonna let me live this down are they?” you whispered to yourself.

You got your answer in the form of a smack to your ass, courtesy of Katsuki who hadn’t stopped smirking since all you to the warehouse. Of course. “Y/N is easily the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.” he boasted, not caring if you could hear.

“God the things I’d do to her-”

“You and me both dude.”

“I can’t wait to bed her over and-”

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Go die, Shoto.” you spat in response as you and Izuku left the board room.

“Dude what did you do to make her hate you so much?” Kirishima asked as you walked farther down the hall. You and Izuku stopped outside a door with your name written on it in black permanent marker.

“It’s not much, but-”

“It’s perfect.” you waved him off. It was twice as big as the shoebox bedroom you used to live in. “A paint job is all it needs.” you nodded.

“Great. Um...I’ll leave you to it then...Hey Y/N?” 

“Yeah Izu-” he cut you off with a very quick peck on the lips.

“I’m really glad you’re here...really.” he grabbed your hand. “I really did miss my best friend.”

“I missed you too Izu.” your faced heated intensely like it did did when he gave you a heart-shaped cookie with your name on it for Valentines day once. “Just don’t make me regret this, okay?”

“I won’t. I promise.” he whispered. “...Night.”

“....Have nice dreams.” you called quietly as the door closed. “ORCHID, set up.”

“Setting up!”

You grabbed your handheld keyboard as you sat on the cute little twin bed they had picked out for you. “Why am I doing this?” you sighed. “I’ve always fought for the greater good.”

“...Well, and I’m sorry to say this...the greater good hasn’t treated you well since you were a child and I was only as big as a cellphone helping you with your homework. I know I’ve been against this...but maybe you should be making the world pay.”

“Weren’t you just reprimanding me for doing this like 12 hours ago? anyways...That’s what I’m afraid of. What if I have to fight the people I call my friends.”

“According to my data, no one in your graduating class has taken up hero work. All of them are imprisoned...or doing the devil’s work.”

‘Really?” you raised an eyebrow. “So it was only me and my naivety. I guess I thought since I finally got a quirk of my own, I owed it to God or whoever else was listening...cuz I thought it was a blessing.” you began undressing yourself from your day clothes.

“When you built me, you promised to use my data to help people. But you never said which side you’d fight on...you’re allowed to change your mind at any time...remember that. I just want you to be happy.”  

You nodded as your AI companion assured you. You missed your friends and Izuku was right. Humanity sucked ass. “Okay then.” you pulled your shirt over your head.  “Fine.”

“Y/N, someone’s outside your door.”

“Huh?” you looked up at your screen. 

“Not outside anymore.” a new voice grabbed your attention 

“DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!” you sent a power blast at Shoto who had barged in.

“Too slow.” he smirked, stopping it with an ice shield. “To think I can encapsulate your quirk in my palms...much like I’ve encapsulated your heart, Y/N.” he hummed as he shut the door.

“GET OUT!” you yelled, not caring if the whole damn compound could hear. You hid behind your discarded clothes. “WHY ARE YOU IN HERE!”

“I assumed you were hungry so I was told to bring you dinner.”

“And you couldn’t knock like a regular FUCKING PERSON!” you seethed. You ran behind the bed and bent down grabbing a bunch of random clothes out of your duffel. “Or leave it outside the damn door!”

“I’ve been acquainted with your body on more than one occasion Y/N.” 

You grumpily put of a pair of pajama shorts and the first shirt you saw sticking out. “Fuck off.”

“You kept my shirt?”

“Huh?” you looked down. It was a plain black button-up that you instantly recognized to be his. You stole it from him when you slept over at his place one night. “Whatever-”

“Y/N...” Shoto began. “Can we talk?”

“About what?” you crossed your arms. “I have nothing to say to you!”

“I never cheated on you...”

“This again!” you seethed. “Shoto, I am NOT worried about that right now.” You noticed he was holding a plate. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Pizza rolls and mozzarella sticks...your favorite midnight snack as I remember.” he smiled as he set it on the table. 

There was an uncomfortable silence between us, and you hated it. 

“Remember when we first met?” he broke the silence.

“How could I forget...” you huffed.

Flashback

“Need help with that?”

Your body froze as the helping hand came out of nowhere. The book you had been trying to reach was put in your hand with ease.

“Um...thanks!” you smiled nervously. You had already heard rumors from some of the girls around, but at the same time they told you not to get your hopes up.

“I’ve never seen you around here, I can only assume you’re new?”

“Mhm? Y/N L/N..I’m that quirkless girl you may have heard about.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t hear th-”

“Don’t lie. Please, it will make it easier for us to get along.” you laughed stiffly.

“S-sorry, I just didn’t think you wanted to talk about it.” he smiled. “If it’s any consolation, I also heard you were quite beautiful...”

“From who?”

“My conscious.”

“What?” you went wide eyed.

“I ...I don’t know why I said that....” he froze. “I’m sorry.” he rasped. 

“N-no, that’s okay.” you giggled. “Um....I liked it.”

(End Flashback)

...

“To think we’ve come so far since then.” he mused. 

“Well, things change.”

“To think something as trivial as a mistaken kiss-”

“Is that what you call it, you were practically dry humping the girl.”

“Oh, now you’re being dramatic on purpose.” he glared. 

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t think the ‘unce unce’ music affected your brain too” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “Seriously, it’s like you don’t even remember!”

“Y/N...are we talking about the same instance?” he raised an eyebrow. “I am very lost right now.”

“Well you shouldn’t be! You’d think you’d remember your own birthday party!”

“Birthday party?...You’re not talking about the kiss?”

“Of course I’m not talking about the kiss! I’m talking about the club!”

For some odd reason he looked hella confused. “Y/N, what on Earth are you-”

“You don’t remember walking out of a club on your 18th birthday like 7 years ago? Before graduation?”

“Y/N, I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

“You are so unbelievable!” You seethed. “You don’t remember being at The King of Hearts Club in Tokyo.”

“Of course I do, it was my birthday, but Y/N...I left like 3 hours after I got there to go to your place!”

“Oh really, because I went there after Bakugou called my phone saying you were drunk as hell and needed to be picked up.” you scoffed. 

Now YOU were confused. How did he not remember?! “I wonder-....”

“Wonder what?” he asked.

“ORCHID can access video feeds...if she can get the footage- or at least coordinates”

“Already on it!” your AI companion spoke. “Shoto Todoroki entered The King of Hearts club at 8PM and left at 11:15PM”

Now you were even more confused. “But I got there at arounf 11:30...I SAW him!...Show me the camera feed! The Red Room is where I saw him.”

“Showing camera footage of The Red Room of the King of Hearts club Jan. 11th, 7 years ago.”

You watched in complete shock. The screen showed someone who very much looked like Shoto from the back, but what really killed you was the fact that the person you thought was Shoto morphed into someone else. You saw yourself on camera stomping off 45 seconds before he morphed back into someone completely different.

“My files show that the person in question has a quirk that allows them to take on the form of another.” O.R.C.H.I.D spoke. “They were arrested 3 years ago for attempting to impersonate the U.S president and is currently in the Los Angeles State Prison.”

You didn’t know how to feel, what to do, but you knew one thing....

Shoto was telling the truth...

“Oh my god.” you covered your mouth with your hands.

“I never cheated on you Y/N...I swear on my life.”

“I...I blamed you...I said I never wanted to see you again.” you whimpered. “I said those awful things to you.”

You felt your soul start to ache. 

“No- don’t do what I think you’re about to do.” he ushered up to you and held the sides of your face. “Don’t say what I think you’re about to say.”

“Shoto I spent the last 7 years of my life hating you-”

“And I sent the last 7 waiting for the day I could redeem myself.” he replied. “It’s not your fault, What you saw was your reality in that moment...whether you knew it or not. When you told me what you saw I knew something was wrong but I knew your trust in me was so fucked from the whole agency thing, that I couldn’t get you to believe me.”

You telling Izuku who also kicked his ass the next week wasn’t any help either....

“I- I...” you felt the tears sting your eyes. 

“Shh, don’t cry...please don’t cry.” he began pecking your lips. “Shhhh.” He rested his forehead against yours, and you were full on crying now. He wrapped his arms around your, holding you close for the first time in years. He always wanted to do it, he just didn’t think it would be under this circumstance. 

“I am so sorry.” you sobbed into his shoulder. “Shoto I-”

“Shh, it’s okay.” he laughed. “Please don’t cry...” 

Shoto tightened his hold on you, but you couldn’t see him clenching his fists. Watching that footage sent a chill up his spine that could curdle blood. He spent years wondering what he did only to be framed...this wouldn’t go without a little visit to the states...but for a...courtesy visit...but first-

“Y/N...” he made you look at him. “Look at me.” he held your gaze. “Oh, I missed you so much baby~ Did you miss me?”

“Um....mhm.” you sheepishly nodded.

“Then...why don’t we celebrate a little...hm?”

“What do you mean by that?” you had completely forgotten your hunger at this point.

“Let me show you~”

... To be continued (Coming Soon)

I just wanted to say....um...thanks for being patient with me...um...I haven’t been okay...but I will be..I promise. 

[hyuge]

Say Something

Chapter One

It has to be you, Kirishima.

Visions of hopeful, scarlet eyes smiling at Eijirou as they soared through the sky, filled his mind; only for that smile to immediately falter. Black goop burst forth from Bakugou’s mouth as he coughed and gagged. The hand that had reached for Eijirou’s slipped; fingertips brushed against his palm. Bakugou's cheeks flushed red, tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He clawed at his throat as he fell out of the air towards the ground, out of Eijirou’s reach, until the black goop of the teleportation quirk consumed him. At the same time, the villains disappeared into the warp gate forced open by All for One on the ground. All hope for the future hero erased right before their eyes. Bakugou was gone, their rescue mission a failure, and Eijirou screamed.

His throat was hoarse as he was jolted awake from his slumber. The shout hadn’t just been something concocted from his imagination, it seemed. Eijirou reached for the glass of water on the nightstand, downing however much was left in a single gulp. He had the dream again. It was like a bad omen, meant to warn him of impending doom. Every time Eijirou had that dream, he had a run-in with the source of his nightmares, almost like a premonition, but his quirk wasn’t clairvoyance, it was hardening. And no matter how much he hardened his skin, it couldn’t ease the thoughts that plagued his mind. He could take a punch. He couldn’t take the psychological warfare that was his guilty conscience.

Eijirou swung his legs out of bed with a groan, scrubbing at his face with his hand in an attempt to wipe away the horrible nightmare. It had been years, and that day still haunted him – a permanent reminder of his greatest failure. Eijirou had strived to be better. He wouldn't lose anyone else the way they had lost Bakugou, and for the most part, he had accomplished that. Even through the war they had minimal casualties, but lives were still lost, and many were gravely injured. They had all been scarred over time.

Pale white lines wove against skin, disfiguring the ones who bore them. Years of therapy could never undo the trauma that had befallen Eijirou’s classmates. Some had it more difficult than others. Midoriya had taken things especially hard. He lost his childhood friend, his rival, his motivation to make himself stronger, but he also lost his mentor. Back then, no one knew the secret All Might and Midoriya shared, so they didn’t understand just how bad off he was. When Bakugou was taken away, so was All Might.

The number one hero’s attention had been pulled away from the fight. He had let his emotions get the best of him when his student was taken for a second time. Anger clouded his judgement, and his life was lost. All for One had been stopped, but at the cost of the Symbol of Peace. All Might held his fist up into the air, and he fell forward into the ground. Midoriya mourned the loss of his friend and teacher for months. Eijirou felt terrible, but he couldn't relate to Midoriya’s pain.

That small ball of green fluff went from the happy-go-lucky kid that he was, to one hell-bent on vengeance. Deku was no longer the name of a hero, but an antihero. Midoriya got the job done, but he was no longer the type to consider how another person felt. He was ruthless, and Eijirou blamed himself. If he had just done a better job at saving Bakugou, then he wouldn't have lost so many lives that night. If they had listened to the others and stayed put as instructed, then maybe the heroes could have saved his friend after all. The what ifs were endless.

Now, no one would ever know. Instead, he was forced to rise every morning, put on his hero costume, and pray no one else got hurt. He would not be the source of yet another tragedy. Eijirou ran his hand through his hair, feeling the greasy remnants of the last of the hair gel in his red locks that he hadn't washed out the night before. He would need to shower before work. Eijirou could only hope that the warm water would wash away the feelings of foreboding he found himself waking to.

He used to talk to the others about it—his sense of guilt and the dreams that plagued him—but after so many years, they had all moved on. They didn’t understand his pain, or his guilt. They would tell him it was the villains’ fault things ended up the way they did, and while that may have been true, Eijirou could never truly place the blame on the villains. He had been shouldering it himself for so long. It was his failure to grasp Bakugou’s outstretched hand that caused the destruction of the hero society they once knew. He could never take that back.

Soapy water swirled into the floor drain of his bathroom shower, spinning in circles like a whirlpool threatening to swallow him whole. Sometimes, Eijirou wished he could just disappear like the bathroom soap scum. It would be simple, effortless. He wouldn't have to risk his life fighting villains and he wouldn't feel as shitty as he did anymore. It would be someone else’s problem. Everything would be perfect, at least until the dreams started again. Or would they stop if he no longer put himself in a position to see the cause of his nightmares?

He stepped out of the shower, red hair hanging off his shoulders; water droplets falling off the tips, onto his skin, and down to the floor. Eijirou wrapped a towel around his waist, then grabbed a second one to dry his hair, ruffling the locks between the terrycloth. The shower cleansed him in body, but not mind. Eijirou stood there in the mirror, one hand holding the towel to his head, the other resting on his hip. He looked tired. The bags under his eyes were prominent and the shower did little to help energize him like he had hoped. It would make for a long day of work if he couldn't bring himself to perk up.

Eijirou knew he couldn't dwell on that day forever; years of therapy had instilled the fact that it was okay to move on, but every time he dreamt that dream, his smile would disappear. He spent so much time wondering what their lives would be like if they had succeeded. They had only known each other for a few months, he shouldn't have been so worked up about it, but they had grown close in that brief time—close enough for Bakugou to take Eijirou as his plus one on an exclusive island getaway. Like most things, it had been interrupted by villains, but they still had fun, given the circumstances.

He tossed the towel into the hamper and reached for a comb and his container of hair gel to make up his signature spiked look. Eijirou had been a pro long enough to know how to fake a positive attitude. He couldn’t let the citizens see him with such a sour disposition. When his hair was sufficiently spiked and his teeth were brushed, he slipped on a plain, black tank top and a pair of red jogging short. He would run to his agency. Some early morning fresh air could possibly be the thing he needed to help clear his mind. If not, then at least he would get his cardio in for the day.

Eijirou slipped his phone, wallet, and keys into his shorts pocket and kicked on his shoes, locking his apartment door as he left. He shivered slightly, goosebumps causing his skin to pucker, and he rubbed at his arms before starting his run. Spring mornings in Tokyo were always kind of chilly, but the cold never really bothered him too much. He would manage dressed as is, until he got to his agency. Eijirou had picked a medium-priced apartment complex only a few blocks from where he set up shop, so that he could quickly get to work in the event of an emergency. He was always on call, even with the others at his agency would yell at him to take a day off.

He couldn’t rest, not when lives were at stake. Eijirou waved to an old woman out walking her dog first thing in the morning. She was there every day. One morning, he had stopped and offered to walk the dog for her, but she said her walks were the only time she ever got out of her house anymore. Now when he has free time, he joins her. This morning however, he just gave her a small wave as he made his way to the brick building up the street. He was in no mood for small talk. She waved back with a gentle smile and the little white dog barked enthusiastically after him. So maybe the run was helping at least a little bit. Eijirou found himself chuckling at the dog’s excitement.

“Morning,” he greeted the young sidekick sitting behind the reception desk as he walked into the office.

“Mr. Red Riot, sir, I wasn’t expecting you here for another two hours!” The sidekick, Tatsuya, jumped to his feet.

Eijirou waved for him to return to his seat and the newbie sidekick obliged. He was a fresh recruit from Shiketsu Academy, and they were always so eager to please this early into their hero careers. Eijirou was reminded of his time with Fat Gum. Recruiting new sidekicks was always his favorite part about spring. The newly graduated students were always ready to take on the world and he was there to watch them grow. “I couldn’t sleep,” he simply told Tatsuya, patting the young hero on the head as he went. The fledgling hero nodded in reply.

Tatsuya was a diligent worker, and a strong young hero, with a highly sought after Quirk. Eijirou knew recruiting the kid was a battle. He had been given dozens of offers for agencies to join, but the Sturdy Hero held strong in the end.

Eijirou made his way to his office, shutting the door behind him as he walked in. He had a personal closet in his office where his hero costume was kept rather than using the communal locker room. His costume hadn’t changed much over the years, just some resizing for his increased stature. Eijirou secured the face mask around his head and slid the protective sleeves over his arms. As he laced up his boots, his stomach grumbled, and he regretted not stopping for breakfast on the way in.

He leaned over his desk, pressing the call button on his office phone to reach reception. Tatsuya picked up on the first ring. “Mr. Red Riot, sir?”

Eijirou shook his head with a smile, wondering when the kid would stop being so formal. “Hey Tatsuya, I’m getting hungry.”

“What can I get you sir? Do you want food from the bakery down the street? I can be there and back in fifteen minutes.”

He laughed. “No, no, no. I’ll go. I just wanted to see if you wanted anything while I was out.” Eijirou finished lacing the other boot and rose to his feet, scooping up the clothes he had worn to work and folding them to place in the closet.

“You can’t do that! I’m the sidekick. I should be getting you food.”

Eijirou rolled his eyes and pressed the red button on the phone, ending the call. He walked out of his office and leaned against the wall in the hall, arms crossed. “Kid, relax. I want to get you breakfast. You’ve been here all night.”

Tatsuya hesitated, but finally, green eyes looked up at Eijirou and he nodded. “Melon bread? And iced coffee?”

Eijirou smirked. “You got it.” He ruffled the boy’s sandy brown hair as he walked by, heading for the exit.

As Eijirou walked outside, he turned to stare at the giant red letters that read: Riot Agency. Even after two years of running his own agency, it still felt strange. Someone thought it would be okay to let him, Kirishima Eijirou, be in charge – mind boggling. Every time he looked at the logo, it reinvigorated him to do his best. Today would be no different. He would get breakfast for Tatsuya and himself, then send the kid home and route the agency calls to his cell phone so that he could go out on patrols. The other two sidekicks Eijirou employed would be in in the afternoon. Riot Agency was still small, but in the last two years, he had already climbed the hero ranks to secure the twenty-fourth spot.

His former classmates were all doing well in their respective careers as well. If only—he shook his head. Don’t think about it. Eijirou was trying to make his day better, not worse. He crossed the street and headed in the direction of the bakery. Eijirou could smell the scent of freshly baked bread coming from the shop before he even opened the door.

The baker was a kind old man that Eijirou had grown to know quite well over the last few years. His wife had passed some time ago, so his grandson helped out in the shop. It was too much work for one person, and try as he might, he could never figure out how to work the espresso machine. “Coffee shouldn’t be so complicated,” he would always grumble. It reminded Eijirou of someone else that had always insisted on only drinking black, drip coffee.

He wandered through the small aisles of the bakery and picked up a set of tongs. There was a tray by one of the displays and Eijirou set the melon bread Tatsuya requested on it. His crimson eyes roamed over all the sweet treats until he decided on a couple slices of cinnamon pound cake. With his tray of food in hand, Eijirou set the tongs in a wash bin and carried the bread to the counter. “Morning, Mr. Yagima,” he greeted with a smile.

Mr. Yagima turned around from his spot behind the counter and squinted his wrinkled eyes at Eijirou. “You should really wear a shirt, young man,” he chided, “you’ll catch cold.” That was routine with them. Mr. Yagima would always treat Eijirou like one of his own children, and Eijirou would laugh off whatever remark he made.

“I need a cappuccino and an iced coffee with extra cream today!”

Mr. Yagima grunted in reply. “I’ll get you rang up. Kenma is out back sorting the recycling. He should be back in a minute. He’ll get you your drinks.”

Eijirou smiled fondly and pulled his wallet out of the pants pocket of his costume. He rifled through for a thousand yen note and placed it in the weathered hand outstretched before him. “Things fairing okay? Those kids from the middle school not bothering you anymore?”

“I told you I could handle it on my own. Bunch of no-good punks,” Mr. Yagima muttered as he placed the money in the register.

“Grandpa, you would have literally started them on fire if it wasn't for Red Riot intervening.” Kenma appeared through a door behind the counter, carrying a tray of freshly baked loaves of bread in his arms. He was about the same age as Eijirou, but when he spoke, his voice held a wisdom that was beyond his years.

“It would have taught them a lesson!”

“It would have gotten you arrested,” Eijirou corrected with a chuckle. “Morning, Kenma.”

“Morning,” said Kenma. “Cappuccino and iced coffee?” he asked, knowing the drink order by heart.

“You got it!”

Kenma smiled, set the tray of bread down on a stainless-steel table, then made his way to the machine to begin the drinks. When they were done, he set them on the counter in front of Eijirou. “Be careful out there.”

“Always,” replied Eijirou fondly, then he took the drinks and the bag of food and headed out the door back to his agency.

Tatsuya was still behind the desk when Eijirou returned. He jumped to his feet and took the offered iced coffee when Eijirou handed it to him, then the melon bread. “Thank you, sir.”

Eijirou nodded. “No problem, kid. You can head home. I've got things covered until the others get here.”

“You sure?” asked Tatsuya tentatively.

“Mhm,” Eijirou hummed with a nod. “Go home. Get some rest. You’ve been on all night.”

“Thank you, sir.” Tatsuya gathered his things and made a beeline for the locker room.

Concurrently, Eijirou headed for his office to eat his breakfast. He would head out on patrol when he was done.

***

Patrols almost always started the same way. He would wander the streets with no real direction in mind, just making his presence known to all that were about. It was a deterrent for anyone considering causing trouble. It also gave the civilians peace of mind, which was something they needed after everything they had been through. The citizens of Japan arguably suffered worse than any of the heroes did from the war. The League of Villains might have been gone, but they left a permanent stain on the nation.

His quiet morning turned into an afternoon of chaos when Eijirou heard the all too familiar sound of explosions in the distance and his heart clenched. Much like his former classmates, he spent years chasing the sound of explosions only to come up empty every time. His attention was pulled to a cloud of smoke rising high above the buildings down the street. Those damn dreams really were bad omens. He knew the source of the destruction without even seeing it. The haunting image of angry red eyes, a smug grin, and fair blond hair plagued his thoughts every time he was out on patrol.

For years, the explosive villain eluded him and the other heroes, and Eijirou knew it was because they couldn’t bring themselves to lock him up. Try as they might, the moment they laid eyes on the villain known as C4, their attacks would falter. He was a constant reminder of Eijirou’s biggest failure. As he rounded the corner, a head of grimy blond hair came into view. Eijirou sucked in a breath. His heart thrummed wildly in his chest and his muscles tensed, body going rigid as he hardened his skin.

Sensing his approach, the villain turned to face him. “You gonna fight me, hero?” C4 spat, hands poised in front of his body defensively. There were shouts from other heroes on the scene and despite his loud antics, C4 had managed to escape his pursuers with ease.

Blood pounded in Eijirou’s ears, and he wasn’t sure what was louder, his heart or the shouts of injured citizens screaming for help. C4 needed to be stopped at all costs. They had let him get away with his terrorism for far too long. He faced the person he used to call a friend—the person he failed to save. The memory of Bakugou’s hand slipping through his as they were hundreds of feet in the air played on loop every time his eyes shut. Like a tattoo, the memory was etched into the forefront of his mind. The hope in those scarlet eyes disappeared before Eijirou’s as Bakugou coughed up the black goop that All for One used to teleport the league of Villains. He was gone, left to the mercy of the League, and brainwashed for years to come.

If only there was a way to stop him without having to fight. If he could reason with C4, that would be the best outcome. Bakugou was loud and abrasive, but he was not without reason. Eijirou had always hoped a part of him was still in there somewhere, but there was no life left in those red eyes, devoid of all emotion. Emptiness stared back at him. “I won’t fight you, Bakugou.” He had tried talking to him so many times, but Eijirou’s words always seemed to fall on deaf ears.

C4 furrowed his brows, unamused by Eijirou’s refusal to battle. Fighting was the only thing the villain liked to do. It was the only thing he knew how to do. That part of Bakugou was unchanged after all these years. “What kind of fucking hero won’t fight a villain?” He spat at the ground, digging the front of his boot into the dirt, and letting off a small warning pop from his hand. “Guess I’ll have to kill you then.” C4 lunged forward.

Fighting the villain never seemed to work. He always flew away as soon as it looked like he might be at a disadvantage. Eijirou needed a tactical advantage in which he could suppress the villain so that he couldn’t escape. He was so tired of fighting his former friend. Every time they encountered one another, another tiny piece of him died inside. Eijirou bit his lip and sighed, taking a step forward. “Okay,” he said. He relaxed his arms, spreading them wide, and shut his eyes.

C4 stopped in his tracks, palms heated to attack. “What do you mean, okay? Is this some kind of shitty fucking trick?”

Eijirou cracked open one eye and gulped. He needed to go for broke. He only hoped that a bit of sincerity could break through the villain’s hardened shell. “No. No trick. If I’m going to die in a villain attack, I’d rather it be from you, for failing to save you. I’m sorry.”

C4 stared at him—sizing up Eijirou. “What the fuck are you apologizing for?”

He opened his other eye, looking the villain straight in the eye. Eijirou pressed his lips together into a sad smile. “For failing to be the hero you needed all those years ago. Midoriya was wrong. It shouldn’t have been me. It was never me.”

A blond brow ticked up and C4 twisted his face into a snarl. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Kamino,” Eijirou breathed.

Unrecognizable red eyes stared back at him, as if trying to put splinters of broken glass back together. There were pieces scattered about, but too small and shattered to reattach in the puzzle of C4’s mind. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

Eijirou swallowed, his chest tight and his breathing labored. “You remember, don’t you? You have to remember. We came to save you that night, your friends—I came to save you. The League of Villains kidnapped you.”

“I was never kidnapped.” C4 cut in. “I joined the League of Villains of my own volition. They were recruiting people with strong Quirks, and I have a strong Quirk.” The lines coming from his mouth sounded prerecorded, as if they had been recited a thousand times.

Eijirou curled his hands into fists, nails digging half-moons into his palms. His knuckles were turning white, but he fought the urge to grab C4 by the shoulders and shake him until he remembered. “No,” Eijirou corrected. “You weren’t recruited. They kidnapped you. They brainwashed you. That bastard Aoyama told them where we would be—where you would be.” When the news came out that Aoyama was the mole, their entire class had been shaken. Midoriya beat the man bloody. It wasn’t until the teachers stopped him that he relented. Aoyama betrayed their class, their friendship, and got Bakugou kidnapped.

“I don’t know anyone by that name. You’re making shit up.” The villain’s hands began to crackle as he set up small explosions in warning.

“What about Midoriya? You have to remember him!” Eijirou was desperate to make a connection. Anything. If there was even the slightest flicker of hope that the old Bakugou was still in there somewhere, maybe he could still be saved.

“Midoriya.” C4 looked as if he was mulling the name over, still trying to fit those splinters together. “Deku.”

“Yes!” Eijirou clapped his hands together. “Deku! That’s his hero name now.”

“Deku is the wielder of One for All. The hero Deku is at the top of the kill list.” The small explosions coming from C4’s hands grew in size. They were no longer a warning, but the start of an attack.

No! No, no, no! That’s not what Eijirou wanted. All he had done was remind the villain of his mission. “Bakugou, please! You have to remember. They couldn’t have taken everything from you. You’re too strong for that. You wanted to be the number one hero more than anyone else.”

“That was a fantasy. Being a villain is reality. It’s what I’m most suited for.”

Eijirou shook his head in dismay. “You can’t believe that! We fought villains together, side by side. The two of us.” C4 grimaced and Eijirou decided to give it one last push. He could hear the sirens wailing. Police would be on them soon and he would never get through to the villain once that happened. His voice was much softer now, barely audible with the sounds of destruction going on around them. “Did the I-Expo mean nothing?”

They never talked about what happened between them. As soon as they returned to Japan, they had to pack their bags for the training camp. It all went by so fast. But there was a moment before the villains attacked the island and they were wrenched into another battle, when it was just the two of them, alone in an elevator ascending the floors of the tower to a botanical garden Eijirou had read about on the plane. Time seemed to stand still in that small box, and they shared a moment that was never spoken of again.

“Did that kiss mean nothing?” he asked, a little louder.

The heat radiating off the villain’s hands dissipated, and he furrowed his brows. His lips were pursed in frustration as he tried to understand the question. Slowly, Eijirou could see the gears beginning to turn behind those dark, scarlet eyes. “It… it wasn’t… it didn’t—”

Before C4 could get out whatever it was he was trying to say, a squad of police officers came marching down the street, guns aimed on the villain. “Freeze! Put your hands up.”

C4 spun around, facing them, and shook his head. He pointed his palms down so that they were facing the pavement, and a large blast propelled him into the air. He was gone in a flash; just like always. Eijirou fell to his knees and a hardened fist slammed into the ground, cracking the asphalt. Son of a bitch! He had finally said something to get through to his old friend, and it was gone in the blink of an eye. Eijirou doubted the villain would allow him another chance like that again.

***

“You let him go.”

Eijirou slammed his fist down on the interrogation table, staring across the metal surface at Detective Tsukauchi. “I did not let him go! I connected with him. It’s the first time anyone has managed to do that in years!”

Detective Tsukauchi rubbed at his eyes between pinched brows. “Red Riot, please calm down. I understand how difficult this must be for you, but apprehending the villain is the fastest way we can go about helping him.”

“You mean locking him up in Tartarus for the rest of his life.”

The detective sighed, shaking his head. “Brainwashed or not, Bakugou Katsuki is responsible for the loss of hundreds of lives and countless destruction. There’s no guarantee the effects of the brainwashing can be reversed after such a long time. He needs to be detained. Only then can we attempt to help him, but he still has to pay for the crimes he has committed.”

Eijirou’s mouth felt dry, his tongue too thick to form words. He felt sick, like he might vomit at any second. He covered his mouth with his hand, breathing slowly through his nostrils. “Can I get you some water?” asked Detective Tsukauchi. Eijirou shook his head.

“Is there anything else that you need? Or can I head back to my agency?”

The detective grimaced but nodded in the direction of the security camera overhead and the door to the interrogation room opened from the outside. “You’re free to go. But please, Kirishima, remember that this villain is not the same person you knew almost a decade ago.”

Eijirou locked eyes with Detective Tsukauchi and nodded once before rising to his feet. “I know.” He knew better than anyone that Bakugou wasn’t the same person anymore. The others had run into him a number of times over the years, but no one more than Eijirou. He walked out the door of the interrogation room and followed an officer that escorted him to the exit. Eijirou gave the officer a small wave before leaving the police station and heading back in the direction of the Riot Agency.

He was sure to find his young sidekicks in a frenzy when he returned, but Eijirou decided to take the long way back. He needed a breather after the day’s events. Today’s encounter had been unlike any before and there was a lot to process. He made progress, small as it may have been, it was still progress. That meant there was the potential for him to get through to Bakugou. How many tries would it take? Could he even manage to convince the blond to listen to him a second time? Eijirou was lucky enough to breakthrough once. Twice would be a miracle.

Eijirou walked past a small park and took a seat on an isolated bench. He rested his head in his hands, propping his elbows on his knees. He had to think about what he could do differently in the future. If only they could figure out where C4 was hiding. The rest of the League had been done away with during the war. Only C4 remained. His friend was a puppet without a master. He acted on instinct and programming, nothing more. C4 was like a feral dog, abandoned by its owner.

Nobody knew how the villain got by on a day-to-day basis. Did he have an apartment? Pay bills? Go grocery shopping? C4 always looked filthy whenever Eijirou encountered him, but he wasn’t sure if that was from a lack of hygiene or just the throws of battle. “I wish I could follow him,” he said out loud, leaning back against the park bench. If only I had some sort of mobility quirk.

You can read it in full on AO3 or stay tuned for chapter updates every Friday until caught up to where it is at present.

[katanaski]

Everyone shut up!! Why did no one tell me Saturn posted a new fic😩💔

[omegansamurai]

A My Hero Academia/Joker Crossover Fusion. 

Rated: M

Chapter 18: Past Comes Back to Haunt You

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Katsuki wants Izuku to explain everything to him. Endeavor faces Joker, but comes up with a major surprise...

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Ships: Izuku/Momo and Kaminari/Jirou. Maybe more, we’ll see.

Enjoy! :D

[t3ag3rs]

g e n s o - 0 9.

you lay in bed tapping your fingers rhythmically against your chest.

geez i thought this break wouldve been good for me, but i cant stop thinking about the incident.. you think sighing softly. 

you sit up as you fidget with the wrap still secured around your arm. "i cant wait to go back to school so i can be distracted from all of this.." you mutter. 

hearing a low grumble from your stomach, you look at the clock "its only been 4 hours since i last ate a snack..  i cant eat something else right now again.." you grab your water bottle and start chugging to get rid of the hunger.

 "just a couple more hours and ill be back to school..!" u groan slumping back down in the bed.

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you sit quietly deadpanning as everyone speaks about the incident, nevermind... i hate this school- let me go back home you grumble leaning back. 

suddenly you feel a slap to the back of your head "ouch.." u grit glaring at the blonde boy behind you. "what was that for?" you ask agitated.

 "for invading my personal space genso" he grins playfully, "i dont want your body anywhere near mine."

 "glad we both agree on one thing" you remark as you roll your eyes. "remind me to do the same thing to you the next time you get to close- but with a boulder instead." you state smiling as you turn around.

 before bakugou could start spewing curses at you mr. aizawa walked in. ironically, this time he wasnt in a sleeping bag- but instead wrapped in bandages from head to toe.

man he must be sweating buckets under there..' you think as he stands behind the desk.

 "as you all know.. the UA sports festival is just down the corner.." starts mr. aizawa before the class butts in.

 "wait.. wouldnt that be a bad idea after the villians snuck into to our training facility..?" asks jirou as she raises her hand lightly, " i mean- what if they do it again? we'll all be in the same place so it'll be easier for something bad to happen.. " 

 "yes, but the administration thinks it'll be a good way for us to show that we handled the situation fine and our school is safer than ever," he pauses, "plus this is a huge deal for UA students and so it cant be cancelled because of a couple of villians.." he looks down, "our schools sports festival is watched all around the world; not only by fans but by pro heros themselves. this is the opportunity to show off what makes you unique and why your a good candidate to be a hero. this festival allows students to be scouted as side kicks which therefore helps on their way to becoming future pros." he narrows his eyes, "that means none of you should be slacking off on any of your training. class is dismissed." he waves before walking out.

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you let out a sigh staring at your hands as mr. aizawas words repeat in you head. i cant let any opprotunity to train go to waste from here on out.. its my chance to strengthen my control over my quirk and show it off to the pros..! but.. i dont have much time, and theres so much to do.. you close your eyes and lay your face in your hands.

 "hey y/n- everything alright?" asks kirishima as he puts a hand on your shoulder. you look up and quickly put on a fake smile as you nod. "dont stress out too much man.. we have time to train- and besides youre already one of the best students here..!" he exclaims showing off his sharp teeth.

 "thanks kiri... that means a lot.." you smile before standing up and grabbing your bag. "eat well.. ill be in the gyms if anyone needs me" you add before walking off.

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as you walk out of the gym lockers and into the main room, you let out a quiet prayer requesting that bakugou wouldnt walk in like last time. you take a quick sip of water before putting on your headphones and walking to the squat rack.

finally..! a long awaited leg day! u think happily as you rack up your weights on to the bar. stepping in front of the bar you reach back and wrap your hands around the cool metal bar, letting out a quick breath you lift it off the machine and ready yourself to squat.

as you squat, you dont hear bakugou walk in since your music was blaring into your ears. you set the bar back into the machine and add another 10lbs to each side of the bar before repeating your squats.

unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes were watching you from behind as you squatted (at that fat gyatt fr-). you put the bar back to the machine and step away from it. you shake your legs out as you turn and realize bakugou was in the room next to you.

 "how- how long have you been there..?" you ask breathlessly. you fidget with the end of your shorts as you pull the ends down slightly awaiting his reply.

 "since you started squating on the machine.. " he replies unbothered, "but im here to fight you." he restates.

 you let out a groan, "this again? bakugou- for the last time im not fighting you..!" you throw your hands up frustrated, "your wasting my training time by pestering me with these questions of yours!" 

he takes a step towards you, "strength training will do nothing for you during a fight other than make you hit harder. but to hit a person you have to know how to get there first." he runs his hands through his hair, "you cant expect to let your quirk do all the work for you and pass out after overusing it all the damn time.. " 

you hated to admit it, but he was right. you were relying solely on your quirk to get out of situations and it wasnt benefitting you in any way. "okay maybe you arent wrong- but im still not fighting you. next thing i know ill end up burnt to a crisp." you chuckle.

 he lets out a grin, "thats why we're gonna do hand to hand combat- no quirks allowed. just pure combat wisdom and power" he gives you a challenging smirk, "sound easy enough now genso?"

 you let out a low curse as you feel the competitive urge come to you, "fucking.. fine!" you look at him, "but we dont kill each other all right?" 

 he nods, "yeah, yeah whatever.." he waves his hand dismissevly. "lets just get started" he lets out a predatory smirk before getting into a fighting stance.

god what have i gotten myself into..?

previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 next part: pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12 / pt. 13

[serxinns]

Yandere Villkan Bakusquad Vs hero Dekusquad pt 2

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: Yandere behaviors, Stalking, deep obsession, taking pictures without consent, and touching without permission

(I do not support or encourage this behavior AT ALL if somebody you know is acting similarly to this, Please cut all contact with them and stay safe this is NOT healthy)

Vil Bakusquad

•They would do anything to get your attention and destroy buildings even torture another Villian just to send you the video and send it to you to see your scared expression

(hehe this was Lady-ashfade idea 😈)

•If you ever had merch they will completely rob that store that sells it dry nobody needs your merch other than Them

•they have a room filled with photos, Items, and merch dedicated to you and they can't wait to show you it when they capture you again

•while battling they'll always be so dazed and distracted when you are trying to fight them or other villains, The way the wind makes hair flow in a badass way, the way your hero suit looks on you while fighting, and how hot you look when ur Hero suit is all messed up showing parts of your skin (don't u dare act sus 🤨📸)

Needless to say, they're all flustered and immediately taking pictures

•even if you get pissed at them for ruining and city putting people at risk they'll still find it cute even when you yell at them, they just can't help it you look like a puppy throwing a fit and the way your cheeks puff up and you turn red makes them wanna pick your little cheeks and kiss them!

• They get super jealous if another villain tries to replace them or tries to plan on kidnapping you or try to destroy you they'll be so enraged and the next thing you know you see that the villain you fought on the news they were found bones broken and neck twisted its a MESS

•Bakugo is the mean but soft type he would always degrade u saying how weak of a hero you are just to get you riled up even more just to see that cute face Bakugod that type

•Kirishima is the good cop bad cop type he always tries to convince you that being a villain is much safer and that Dekusquad are the bad guys and he's also bakugos right-hand man he's pretty much of a delusional type he thinks ur getting corrupted by these hero's you call "Friends" and need to be saving so they could teach you the rights and wrongs

•Denki loves to tease and flirt with you while in battle trying to make you he's the type to say the most unhinged thing without hesitation so he can see your reactions and coo at them his favorite is when you get scared he loves to see you flustered, embarrassed or scared it makes him have that shit-eating grin

Sero is more of a manipulative and possessive type he seems like a chill person who just goes along with the group but deep inside is just as obsessive as the rest of them dude would get angry easily every time he sees you talk with someone and when your away he beats them up and tapes them up somewhere

•Mina is clingy and a bit sadist type she is always taunted. about how much of how cute you are in your hero suit and fantasize about how she wanna use her acid to burn your costume and maybe your skin

•Bakusquad would always try to find a way to "Take you away from harm" but the Dekusquad was like "HELL NO" and always ruined their plans, For example, bakugo and Kirishima were going to get you while you were alone he planned that if they snatch u up while it's alone then no one will find you it was just when the 2 boys were about to jump out he saw todoroki and his worse enemy Deku walking beside you and bakugo and Kirishima glared at how Deku and Todoroki were looking at you like you were there's how Deku was holding your hand and shoots arm was wrapped around your shoulders Kirishima snarled while bakugo growled how dare that scum gets to touch what's theirs but no worries if they ever get you they'll never let you go

Hero Dekusquad

•Ever since Bakusquad has taken a like over you they have been more protective than ever

•Iida insisted that you should train more with him( even on the weekends) and give you advice about how to protect yourself and would give you things like pepper spray, hidden weapon items, and even a taser! Even if you reassure them that you'll be ok he'll always excuse the "you'll never know what will happen"

•izuku and Shoto will take turns walking you to your house checking around their surroundings and making sure that nobody is following you home once you get home they'll secretly stay around your house checking if the bakusquad will come to Shoto convince you to get a ring camera in your house just in case.

•Ochako was like ur knight and shining armor as much as she swoons over you saving her she also wanted to protect you she always wanted a sleepover cause she's scared (and to make sure no villains will break in) When you go to sleep she makes sure that every door, window and even attic is locked up tight she watches out in the night to be sure that mine doesn't hang around on those trees or Kirishima secretly taking photos

•Tsuyu is like Uraraka but a bit more chill Uraraka she'll also make excuses to sleep in your room to protect you and will reassure you that no villain is going to get you and the 2 of you cuddle up while Tsuyu sings you to sleep or either give u cute head pats if Uraraka come over as well she'll bake sweets for the 2 of you and watch movies to get your fear off villains ever coming here

•The dekusquad all live together while u live alone but like a few blocks away from their house

• izuku and Shoto will also help you when you training with Iida Izuku hyping you up and showing you new moves to try out while Shoto makes sure you drink plenty of water and helps you take a break maybe massages ur shoulders or brings you somewhere relaxing and quiet once our training is done

• Mina, Ochako, and Tsuyu would always bicker with each other about who knows y/n more and who they prefer is safer

Ochako: what do you know about y/n you haven't been hanging out as much as We do

Mina: Oh really ~ *Shows them a scrapbook* This is all the photos we had together! (There are pictures of y/n sleeping and y/n going into their favorite restaurant and even changing)

Tsuyu: *Gets pissed* that's stalking not Getting to know them you psycho! *kero*

Mina: Same thing 🙄

*Boys version

Bakugo: give it up damn Deku just give us the little hero and no one gets hurt *Does an evil smirk*

Izuku: Back away kaccha they're safe with us who knows what you'll do to them!

Kirishima: Oh please like heroes are any better

Shoto: we aren't that type of hero so might as well back off

Denki *Giggles maniacally* or what? Y/n is gonna be with us sooner or later~

Iida: As If!

Sero: Our Amor is gonna come with us whether you like it or not

Y/n: I JUST WANNA EAT MY DOUGHNUT IN PEACE IS THAT HARD TO ASK?!?!?

•If you talk with any hero they'll quickly make an excuse just to pull you away from them as possible if a hero ever tries to be mean or bully you for not being "Good enough" then they'll blackmail that hero so their life will be ruined and would even out some fake rumors here and there

•They would break any law just to make sure you are happy using ur quirk without permission? No worries bribe the boss! Do buildings get destroyed due to your quirk? spread a rumor that some villains did it, accidentally kill a villain? shoto gonna be hiring some good lawyers

•In conclusion they loved you dearly and wouldn't trade anything in the world for you even if those nasty villains get a hand on you They would be dead the second they found them~"

[bakugo-dee]

Coffee (Part 1)

bakugo x kirishima x reader (female)

- You’re sitting in a cozy coffee shop downtown working on your laptop, headphones on listening to one of your favorite playlist that includes a wide variety of genres (heavy metal, pop, rap, r&b, country, Latin mixes and even classical). Music has always helped you concentrate. 

- You’re a doctor at the local hospital, currently conducting research on your own quirk. You have been trying to figure out how to better serve the hero community by “bottling” your quirk sorta say. 

- Your quirk is a very advanced form of healing. Just being in your presents, an injured or sick individual will instantly be healed or cured. This of course takes a toll on you. That's why you maintain your distance from others and only go to the hospital to make your rounds or during emergencies.

-You are so engrossed in your work that you don’t notice the #2 and #8 pro heroes who are waiting for their orders, but they obviously have noticed you. They are instantly enchanted by your beauty. So much so that they both make it a point to come into the coffee shop everyday just to catch a glimpse of you.

- You have never had much of a social life much less a love life due to your quirk. Also, you have always thrown yourself head first into your work. Now more than ever. You are so close to a breakthrough.

- Your days usually started with combat training with the #3 hero and childhood friend Shoto Todoroki (because you'll be damned if you are going to be one of those weak girls who gets herself captured by a villian for your quirk...again). 

- You then head to the hospital to do your rounds and some work in the lab. Around 4pm you sit in the coffee shop for hours pouring over your research. This leaves you very little time for anything else.

-Due to your work, you have lost all touch with your friends and there's never been a boyfriend to speak of. Which is fine by you. You have a goal in mind. To help the heroes. If it wasn't for them, you probably wouldn't be here today.  

- Kirishima tells Bakugo, that they can't just keep coming in here day after day to stare at you. It's called stalking. They need to make a move. Bakugo agrees but he, just like Kirishima, is too intimidated by you. They found out that you were some famous doctor at the local hospital. So naturally Bakugo did some digging and read all the research papers you had written on healing quirks and the numerous awards and acknowledgments you had received.  He was even more intrigued by you than before. Beauty brains and a body to match. You seemed to be the total package.  

- After a few weeks of being admired from afar by the two handsome heroes, they came into the coffee shop determined that today would be the day they would talk to you. At least say hi. After all, you seemed to be pretty down to earth. 

- They both really wanted to ask you out. Everyone knew that Dynamight and Red Riot were in a committed relationship but what they didn't know was that they were seeking a third partner and they hoped you would be interested in a polyamorous relationship.

-But you weren't at the coffee shop today. You had received a call from the hospital that there was an emergency and if you could please come in. So naturally you did. What you didn't know was that it was a trap. 

- Toga and Twice were waiting for you around the corner. All for One had heard about your research and was very interested in your quirk.  

- As you passed the dark alley on your way to the hospital, Twice reached out and grabbed you. One hand on your mouth the other on around your waist. Your instinct quickly kicked in and you used your combat training to escape and knock Toga unconscious when she leaped in to attack.

- Twice was in shock, they thought you were just a simple civilian with no fighting skills and that this was going to be a piece of cake kidnapping. He tried to reach for Toga so he could make their escape but you were blocking her from him. You fought him until he finally was able to get to her and carry her off.

- As Kirishima and Bakugo exited the coffee shop disappointed that you weren't there they heard the commotion coming from the alley and quickly ran to see what was going on. Someone was in trouble and needed their help. As they got closer they saw you battling with Twice but didn't get there in time before he escaped.

- You hunched over trying to catch your breath and Bakugo reached out to put his hand on your shoulder. That was such a rookie move. You were still on high alert and quickly grabbed his arm and used your body to flip him over. Then you did a roundhouse kick that knocked Kirishima on his ass.

- "Oi! what...the hell!" Dynamight managed to get the words out even though he had just had the wind knocked out of him. Kirishima was laying flat on his back seeing stars. You thought you heard him say "I think I am in love."

- "OMG! What have....I am sorry...I thought you were more villains. Here, let me hel...." You reached for Bakugo and he took your hand. "DAMN! That was impressive." Even though you had just literally slammed him into the ground, he had the biggest grin on his face. "Are you ok? I didn't hurt you? Did I?" "Yeah, I am fine. Where did you learn those moves?" "Combat training...6 days a week." Bakugo's heart was fluttering. You truly were the total package.  

- Bakugo got to his feet and went to check on Kirishima who had the goofiest grin on his face. He was completely awestruck by you. Bakugo held out his hand and Kirishima slapped his into it, helping Bakugo lift him up. "Man...WOW!" was all he could say and Bakugo smiled in agreement.

- "So...are you ok?" You straightened your skirt and dusted some dirt off your blouse. Other than being shaken up and a few minor scraps, nothing was bleeding, you seemed to be fine. "Yeah...I am fine. Sorry again for throwing you Dynamight and for Kicking you Red Riot." "Oh...so you know who we are?" "Of course...who doesn't. Anyways, I appreciate you coming to help me. I need to check in with work and ugh I guess I need to file a police rep.." Bakugo cut you off before you could finish "Yeah, we'll cover the reporting. We just need to get a few details from you and then you can go."

- After they took down all the information, they insisted on escorting you to the hospital. Even though you said you were fine. 

- Standing outside the hospital doors, you thanked the heroes again and turned to walk in but not before they both asked “Would you be interested in getting a coffee with us?”

The DATE (Part 2)

[lou-struck]

Little Heroes

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Shoto Todoroki...

~Here’s how I think the BNHA guys would respond to being shrunk down by a quirk.

~ This is pretty similar to the series I did for Obey Me and a couple of you thought It would be fun to do with BNHA so here we are.

Katsuki Bakugo~

He hates it so much, everyone around him so is much bigger than him and he is being babied. 

 When you try to put him in your pocket he starts squirming and shouting obscenities at anyone who is staring at him. He fires off little explosions with his quirk, but they are so little they tickle your skin like tiny pop-its. He’s like an adorable little firecracker.

You are the only person he is comfortable enough with to relax in his tiny state. As you walk he is able to conceal himself and whisper as many snarky comments in your ear as you want. It becomes alittle difficult to pretend you don't hear him insult the people walking past you.

When he is back to normal, you are forbidden to ever speak of this ‘little’ mishap ever again.

Izuku Midorya~

He doesn't leave your side at first. Instead he is content to just happily ride around in your hands and  on your shoulder enjoying the closeness between the two of you. But as he gets morecomfortable in his tiny state. He begins to wander farther and farther away from you. 

Eventually, you cannot see the little green head of your boyfriend and you begin to panic that someone will step on him. or he will get stuck somewhere you can't get to. Suddenly he comes out from under the couch dragging a few lost things out. As you examine each on he puffs up like a proud little dog showing off his prizes.

Shoto Todoroki~

When the smoke cleared he was so confused. The villain was encased in a mini glacier but it towers over him and he wonders if he overdid it.

 Why was everything so big all of the sudden?

It wasn't until you reached down and scooped him up in your hands that he realized that its wasn't the world that was so big, he was just so small. He isn't really bothered by it and enjoys all the contact he has with you.

The feeling of being safe in your hands fills the void of physical touch he has experienced in his youth and he won't budge from you for a second. When his tiny tummy starts to rumble as softly asks if he could have a bowl of cold soba. You don't find it in yourself to deny him when he looks so adorable.

As you get it he wonders what it would be like to jump into the bowl.

Eijirou Kirishima~

As everyone towers above him, he doesn't feel very manly...

The Villian’s shrinking quirk has left him feeling small, one misstep by someone and he would be squashed. 

Even if he goes unbreakable it wouldn't protect him from the sheer weight of everything around you. But when he sees you rush over to him and scoop him up his big heart feels like it is about to flutter out of his tiny chest.

On the way home, you promise to stay with him until the effect wears off and he is back to his full size. 

Normally, Kiri is super clingy after when he gets home so it's no surprise that he wants to ride around on your shoulder as you move about the house. You have no objection to doing so since normally you are the one who is usually being carried and held by him.

Once he is back to normal he will definitely return the favor and carry you bridal style wherever you may need to go.

Denki Kaminari~

Denki likes this a bit too much.

Not only does he get to be taken care of by you, he gets to enjoy all the advantages of being small, cute, and handsome. He considers himself your personal assistant while you work, giving your phone a little charge here and there, and munching on a kernel of popcorn.

He is so entertaining to watch as he builds little forts out of the items on your desk that you forget about the paperwork you are supposed to be doing.

Once you are done you sit down to watch a movie, he sits comfortably on your lap and teases you relentlessly. 

He feels so content to be taken care of that he can't wait to turn back to full size to treat you just as well, maybe build a fort big enough for the both of you.

[little-fairy-forest]

Beach day Dads

Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya

Fluff, domestic, gn!reader

Word count: 589

A/n : beach days are a regular thing for me now that it's summer! Even though it's no hotter then 21⁰c...still hot!

Bakugou

This man is going to have a heartattack– do all the kids have suncream on? Do they have all their swimsuits on before you get to the beach? Is the tarp packed? What about snacks and lunches?

He will make sure your kids are lathered in suncream, he doesn't care if the sand sticks to their skin, he doesn't want his babys to have burnt skin

Strict about where they can go, no running behind where he's set up the tarp for the younger kids who can't take in as much sun, if they want to get in the water they must have an adult with them. Doesn't care if they think they'll be okay...

Tries to go to a more private beach, doesn't want the paparazzi to post your kids in swimsuits all over twitter for the weirdos to find,,

Definitely has your kids wear those swimsuits that have the arms, no rashes here!

Makes your kids do a sand castle competition with your friends kids, it's all fun and games till your kid is crying because they came last... rigged

Hates sand, the kids will be fully dusted down before they step foot into his nice car... god forbid he sees a grain of sand the next day

Sunglasses never come off his man, puts them on his toddler as a joke when taking a break,

Matching swimsuits was his idea your idea

Kirishima

Loves the beach, goes all the time with the dogs for runs before people arrive

Makes sure his kids are lathered up in suncream before having fun, he's a fun dad but he has to make sure his kids are safe

Has his kid on his shoulders in the water, the kids love being thrown into the water by their dad lol

Absolutely gets buried in sand by his kids, definitely falls asleep half way through

Amazing tan from this man, seriously he came back from the beach five shades darker,

Man bun all day with this man, gotta' keep the hair out of his face when playing right? ( everyone is loving it )

Brings those inflatable beach toys for everyone to play with, e.g. beach ball, donut ring,

Brings the less healthy snacks to share, much to bakugou's distaste he will let his brats kids have some of Kirishima's snacks

Cutest sight ever us watching this big hulk of a man walk his toddler to the water to splash their feet in. The poor kid is on their tippy' toes just to hold onto Eijirou's pink finger :')

Midoriya

Poor baby has heart attacks constantly on the beach, are all his kids safe from villians, are they eating sand? Do they have their arm bands on? Wait wheres his middle child–

Brings everything he probably doesn't even need e.g. bear spray

His kids are always the ones eating the sand, does he stop it? The best he can, does it always work? Absolutely not

He burns really easily so he has timers for everyone to apply more suncream 💀

Brings a little freezer bag to keep all the juice boxes in for all the kids

Has a sun lounger to try and relax and tan in, end up falling sleep and getting badly sunburnt. Good thing he has aloe vera gel in his bag!

Watches all those tiktoks of beach life hacks,, has a fitted bedsheet so the kids don't get sand everywhere, uses baby powder to get sand of etc

If he can stay long enough, he loves watching the sunset.

Hates seagulls, his worst enemy

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