#your a hero and you came onto the scene soon after graduating UA

[let-keigo-smash]

Your exploration of the building rooftop has led you to an unexpected encounter with the wing villain Hawks!! What will you do?

[vicious-vixxxen]

Could I request older, pro-hero Deku with a chubby male s/o who gets ridiculed because people don't think someone of his size is good enough for the Number One hero

((Ah I may have gotten a little too deep with this one, so apologies nonnie in advance for the angst. Topics like this relate a lot to me personally. So here ya go.))

Izuku Midoriya x Chubby!Male!Reader

“That’s...such /bullshit/,” You huffed, fist clenched into the folds of the magazine, before flicking it across the kitchen with a huff- tears already stinging at the corner of your eyes as it landed split open- your face plastered over the centerfold article. ‘Is #1 Pro Hero Deku’s Husband /TOO/ big?’ The article practically shouted up at you- big, bold red letters smeared over your face, hiding the smile you’d had that night. You’d managed to secure a spot at one of Izuku’s favorite restaurants- mostly by promising the owner you’d be in and out of there within half an hour- he wasn’t the type to fawn too heavily over Pro Hero work, so ‘Deku’ being your husband didn’t hold much weight with him. But you’d been excellent patrons of his since they’d opened, in your second year of high school together. So you managed with what seniority you held. And seeing as how Izuku had only been able to snag thirty minutes between patrols, it was the perfect opportunity to scarf down a quick bite, and chat in- what you thought had been- the privacy of one of the uppermost floors of the establishment. But of course, sleazy as they were, the paparazzi had found a way to catch the both of you eating. A little too fast, a little too messily, just to be able to enjoy the atmosphere together, and have ample room to chat with one another before Izuku had to get back to his patrols. Which was fine, for Pro Hero Deku- six foot seven inches tall, two hundred and ten pounds of pure, lean machine muscle. The epitome of health and wellness, and what it meant to be strong. Able. And then there was you. A little too soft around the sides, cheeks /too/ plump/. Stomach /too/ pudgy. Thighs /too/ thick. God, you looked like a pig, food smeared on your chin, a bowl between you and your husband. ‘I guess we know where his priorities really lie’ the magazine quoted, from some random asshole on the street no doubt. Jesus Christ. “Bunch of fucking assholes.” You were angry. Of course you were angry. Fists held over your eyes to keep the tears at bay. But you were sad too. So, so fucking sad that this shit kept happening. Izuku’s management tried and failed countless times to keep shit like this from spreading. But people loved a good slam piece, as much as they adored seeing Deku’s latest accomplishments splashed across every newspaper, and TV report. Sick fucks. Whatever. Water under the bridge, you told yourself. Throat feeling tight, eyes burning with unshed tears, as you took a few deep breaths, and headed back towards your bedroom. Turning out lights in the house as you went, before stripping and crawling into bed. Thoughts running a mile a minute, as you stared up at the ceiling in silence. The only real noise the quiet sound of a car or two passing the house every now and again. You couldn’t help the way your open palms slid against your chest. Pressing, and kneading at the soft, pillowy flesh of your sides, and stomach. Grimacing at yourself, you recalled how fit you used to be during your high school days. What a dynamic you and Izuku had. Fresh on the scene after high school, no one could compare to the two of you. Kiri and Katsuki came close, but never quite managed the spark you and Izuku had. Professionally speaking. But Izuku just kept climbing higher, and higher- your quirk was good, but limited in its capabilities, which meant a halt in your hero placement a year or two after graduation. But you did what you could. You helped people because you wanted to help people, ratings be damned. But the harder Izuku worked, the more help he needed managing the world that came with climbing to number one. So you patrolled less and less, in favor of working with his design team on costume upgrades. Merchandise. Izuku trusting you and Inko to work directly with his management team, as he knew you all shared a hive mind of sorts when it came to design, and marketing. Pro Hero life for Deku was saving people. Kissing babies, and countless interviews. It was grueling, and tiresome, and he needed a team behind him to take care of everything else. So that’s what you did. Long hours spent at home alone, working through the night on various Deku projects. Meant less patrols, less gym time. You had no need for those things when you were kept busy with Izuku’s team, and you did good work! Fuck, you did great work, and Izuku praised you nonstop. Sure you’d gained a little weight at first, but it looked good on you. At least you thought so. And so did Izuku, if the way he drooled all over the expanse of your thighs the first time you’d gotten a night alone in nearly a month was any indication.   But as time progressed, you cared a little less about your appearance each day. You took care of yourself, and you were far from unhealthy. But there was no denying you had filled out substantially. You didn’t care, and Izuku didn’t seem to care either...but the media sure did. Closing your eyes suddenly, you took a deep breath. Holding it in for several seconds, before letting it out shakily. Tears finally falling as you did so, and you rolled over to snuggle into Izuku’s side of the bed- face smushed into the other man’s pillow, to breath in the soft scent of his cologne. His musk. Drifting off to sleep sniffling, dreaming of the glory days the two of you held together. Izuku hadn’t planned on coming home tonight at all, it wasn’t in his schedule to. But when he’d taken five to break for a snack, he’d ran into Kirishima at the agency. Chatting quickly, recalling rather suddenly that it had been several days since he’d seen Y/N. Scratching at the nape of his neck awkwardly, hunched over slightly muttering excuses to himself. He may have been big, and strong, but to his friends, Midoriya still held fast to those traits that made him who he was. Even back at UA. One call to Bakugou from Kirishima later, and the two of them were taking Deku’s shift, sending him hurrying home- a smile as bright as the sun on his face as he charged up, and bolted from the agency as fast as he could. Fingers crossed that you weren’t asleep yet. His dreams were dashed, but not unpleasantly so, when he landed outside however, and found all the lights in the house were off. It was late, and he appreciated you getting your rest. Knowing all too well how often you’d stay awake working on things for him. Izuku’s heart overflowed with love for you when he recalled all you did for him. For the both of you. He couldn’t imagine being as cemented in the top spot, as capable of doing what he did, without you there. You and his mother were his whole world, keeping him afloat at even the hardest of times. He...he was nothing, without you. So knowing you were in bed, getting your rest, made him smile. A smile that was soon replaced with a recoiled snarl as he entered the house- beelining to the kitchen for a glass of water, wherein he found the magazine spread out, as though left for him on the kitchen floor. Another one. Another article attacking you. Shaming you. Making fun of you. The kitchen was alight with green sparks as Izuku picked up the magazine, sneering at it when it came clearly into focus, before promptly stomping over and throwing it into the trash. Chest heaving as he sat with the knowledge that you’d probably been worrying over this again all evening. While he was out. Combing the city for villains, while you were here, dealing with...god. Hero suit boots already at the front door, Deku removed his socks as he made his way back to your bedroom quietly- leaving them in the hall- a nasty habit of his he’d never been able to break. Letting himself into your room, his heart breaking at the site before him. He wasn’t sure how long you’d been crying, but it was long enough to leave the salty, humid scent of tears in the air as he entered. And there you were, huddled up with his pillows, breathing softly- face smeared with tears, their tracks glinting back at Izuku as he rounded the bed, and just stood there. Feeling so powerless. Too big. Normally he’d clean up first, but being sure he couldn’t wait one more second, let alone the twenty minutes it would take to shower, Midoriya acted quickly. Removing his Hero suit silently, left in nothing but a pair of fitted boxer briefs- before sliding into bed next to you. Pulling his pillow gently from your grasp, to settle behind his own head, before gathering you up and into his arms. Shifting you almost entirely onto his front, before you stirred. Izuku’s stopped breathing when your eyes fluttered open, and your nose wrinkled- wanting to smile as you noticed the heat beneath you, the strong scent of Izuku’s skin filling your senses. Glancing up at him, your sleep idled mind offered only one clear thought. ‘He’s home’. Try as you might, however, the pressure from earlier in the evening boiled over again- mixing with the overwhelming sense of love you felt at being able to see him. Feel him. Smell him. Just /be/ with him. Everything was still, and quiet, a pin drop could be heard. Until you hiccupped, once, twice, before choking on a sob as you pressed your face flush against Izuku’s chest, and cried. You cried, and cried, and cried. Trying to recall the last time you’d seen him, your sleep clouded mind coming up blank. All you could see was that stupid fucking picture in the magazine. Izuku held firm to you as you cried, eyes shut tight, tears threatening to spill right alongside yours. Old habits die hard, he thought idly. He didn’t shush you, or try and quiet you down. Offer words of encouragement, nor did he berate the magazines, or spew on about how much hell he was going to put them through for this. He simply held you, stroked your back, and kissed the top of your head over and over, as you covered his chest in tears. Finally settling down after a few minutes, and simply breathing together. Your ears pressed against Deku’s wet chest, listening to your husband's heartbeat. Allowing it to calm you. Arms finding their way under Izuku’s body, holding each other now. Tight, almost too much. But neither of you complained. “I love you,” Izuku finally whispered, though it was so full of sentiment- of meaning, almost harshly so, it caught you off guard. “I love you more than the world will ever know, or understand, and I’d drop off the face of the planet tomorrow, and leave them to fend for themselves, if it meant proving to you how wonderfully, beautifully, exquisitely perfect you are to me.” Fucking…”I wanted to /stop/ crying, you fucking jerk,” You laughed wetly, fresh tears spilling down your cheeks as you lifted a hand to swat at the side of Deku’s head- both of you snickering wetly now, as you began to card your fingers through his hair with the same hand. Snuggling impossibly deeper into the man’s chest, as his words rang in your ears. He meant it too, the voice in your head whispered. Your chest tight as you imagined him giving up all he’d ever worked for, just so you’d understand. You never held any doubt that he loved you. As you were, as you had been- however you’d be tomorrow, or the day after. But you struggled a lot, internally. You always had. It would be a struggle you’d live with till the day you died, you were sure of it. But even so, you reasoned, then and there, that if even then, you knew how deeply, and unequivocally Izuku cared for you- loved you. That thing’s would always be okay. No matter what. “I love you too,” you sighed back finally, clearing your throat, and closing your eyes as you felt yourself quickly drifting again. “So so much, ‘zuku.” Peppering Deku’s chest with kisses till you fell asleep, Izuku was sure if his heart swelled any more, it would burst. Waiting till you had fallen back asleep fully, he rolled the two of you over. Caging you into the mattress beneath him, and falling asleep that way. Guarding you even as the two of you slept. Keeping you safe from everyone, and everything.  Midoriya’s only other thought, besides you, before he slipped into unconsciousness, was to call into the agency the next day, because he wasn’t going to going in for a while. ((Really enjoyed writing this one, got me in my feels, and made me feel all warm, imagining Deku holding me at the end of a  long day, when I could care less about feeling good about myself. Thanks for the opportunity nonnie, hope you enjoy.))

[katsukisprincess-archive]

gala night jealousy | tamaki x f!reader 

a/n: hi hi hi! it’s been forever since i’ve written something and it felt so good to get this out. the jealousy aspect of the relationship is obviously dramatized for the smut. pay attention to red flags in ur personal relationships! i hope you enjoy! my requests are open <3

genre: smut, jealous smut

wc: 2.4k

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 The flashes of cameras as the door to the limousine opened were immediate. 

For a moment, Tamaki was thankful that you were sitting closest to the door. He watched you step out, careful to accept the hand of the driver and make sure your heel was planted firmly on the ground before rising. He had to think through every second of motion he made to prevent an accident or making a fool out of himself; as he saw the light flicker off the sequins of your dress, he wondered if you had to do the same- or if the gracefulness you carried in your movements was just included in the irrevocable marvel that was you. 

“(Y/L/N), over here, over here!” The paparazzi yelled out for your attention as Tamaki tottered his way to your side, and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh in relief as you laced your hand through the bend in his arm. Even in his mid-twenties he still hadn’t found comfort in any form of public emergence… you were the only thing that grounded him, but especially so tonight. 

You had been off in America for nearly a month with your agency, taking workshops, keeping up appearances as you were being called one of the new Pro-Heroes to keep eyes on. It was nearly two years after graduating with your class from UA High, but still, you were making waves in the Hero scene all around the world alongside your agency partner, who you had grown up with and now worked with- Mezo Shouji. 

Tamaki didn’t dislike Shouji. How could he? He was one of the most respectable people he had ever met, even while going through school years. There was no denying that he was a good friend to you, as well- there were no signs pointing otherwise. You had been dating Tamaki for almost seven years now and while there were mishaps he comforted you through with your other friends, nothing ever went astray when it came to your multi-limbed agency partner. There was nothing to hate. 

Well… maybe one thing. 

You spend so much time with him. 

It nearly had Tamaki itching at this point. He understood the insane schedule of a hero as he lived the life himself, just in a different agency. Time together was sparse, so when you had it, you had to make the most of it, especially now that you were back from such a long trip. The anxiety he felt bubble in his stomach as he watched you be whisked away for pictures with Shouji annoyed him beyond coherent thought. What was the point of getting so upset over this? 

He tried to reason with himself while he stood off to the side, sometimes taking pictures with Kirishima and Togata as they passed, sometimes answering questions for reporters that he wished would just walk away. He trusted you, he loved you more than anything, and he genuinely considered Shouji a close friend at this point. Still… when his pointy ears perked up at the sound of compliments towards you and him, he wondered if he was going to be sick. 

“You two look so good together! Can we get another pose?” One of the reporters chirped, holding her camera up as you and Shouji stood in another position for her. He didn’t realize he was zoning out until he felt Mirio’s hand on his shoulder, breaking him from his reverie. 

“Relax, Tamaki, we’ll be out of here soon! Wanna start walking up?” Always positive and always having his back, Tamaki was thankful that Mirio saw his clenched fists and dark eyes as general anxiety and not shooting arrows into the hand- hands?- that Shouji had currently gripping your hip. 

Giving a short nod in response, Tamaki and Mirio began their trek inside the building, all the while Tamaki prayed for this night to just be over. 

***

He learned quickly that it was far from over. 

If anything could go wrong that night, it seemed to happen. He got to sit next to you for the awards, but Shouji was on the other side of you. This was normal, Tamaki kept reassuring himself. You two were nominated for an award together, which symbolized the best duo currently in the field. You won, of course, and while Tamaki was so fucking proud of you, he couldn’t help but feel that same twinge of jealousy. You looked so beautiful in the dress you were wearing, and all night he could feel his cock straining against his slacks in response. He hadn’t been able to touch you in weeks… and that was all Shouji was doing tonight. 

Little did he know, you were completely aware of how he was feeling. Jealousy wasn’t a new feeling for Tamaki, and you were both very open to each other communication wise. Judging by the way he was groping you in the back of the limo on the way to the gala, you knew you were in for it already. Tamaki tended to take a lot of emotion out during sex, knowing that what he couldn’t possibly describe with words, he could show through actions. Would it hurt to… encourage that kind of roughness? You didn’t think so, fueling your own desires and setting yourself out to be the thing Tamaki couldn’t take his eyes off of all night. 

After the awards, you focused on the little things. Reaching out to touch Shouji’s arm when you laughed at something he would say, or pressing your ass against Tamaki’s boner and pulling his arms to lace around your chest to make it look like a normal, sweet gesture. 

The sharp intake of his breath was enough for you to know you hit a nerve. 

“Careful, bunny.” Tamaki whispered in your ear, rocking forward against your ass just slightly and raising goosebumps across your skin. “I’d be more compassionate if you want that dress,” His hand trailed up your chest, his thumb sticking out to trace the fast-pulsing vein in your neck, “to still be in one piece by the time we get home.” 

Your response was out before you could think about the repercussions. “The reporters said it looked stunning against Mezo’s hair.”  

Wrong move. 

Suddenly thankful that no one around you was paying attention, you barely had time to gasp before you were being yanked out of the ballroom and down a secluded hallway. He was bold to assume that you were able to keep up with his lanky legs in the heels you were wearing, but your fashion didn’t seem to be his top priority at the moment. You played catch up with him, nearly being dragged the rest of the way before he found a bathroom. 

“A bathroom Tamaki? Seri- hey!” 

Your dress was being unzipped and pulled down your body before the door was even closed. After pushing it shut and locking it, Tamaki lifted you out of the mess of fabric and kicked it to the side. You wanted to make a comment about how expensive it was, but judging by how he was literally holding you in the air to kick your heels off of your feet, you figured now wasn’t the best time to talk. 

“What is it about Shouji that has you so enamoured?” He asked in your ear, dropping you to your feet before ripping the panties you had off of your hips. Your complaints fell on deaf ears and you were thanking the universe at that moment that your dress had a bra built in. 

“What? Tamaki, I’m not-” 

“That’s not an answer. Is it the arms? Do you think about what he could do with arms like that, bunny?” His voice grew deeper towards the end, sounding like it was scratching out of his chest as his arms suddenly turned into a multitude of tentacles, each finding one of your limbs to grab onto to hold your back against his chest. You were on full display in the mirror in front of you, and Tamaki was looking over your shoulder at the complete show he was making of you. “Do you want to feel what all of those can do?” 

With one sticky tentacle trailing up and wrapping around your neck, you had very little room to speak. Instead you laid your head back against his shoulder and tried to look up at him, open-mouthed whimpers ringing off the bathroom walls and drool trickling down your cheek. 

You felt your eyes roll back into your head as his limbs squeezed and pulled at your nipples, one just barely finding your clit between your folds and running small circles onto it. You weren’t able to control the whimpers, or silence the sounds in any way, and you could only wonder through the fog if anyone was listening. 

The thought had you soaking. 

Tamaki, truthfully, was just as much of a mess as you were. With his dress shirt sleeves rolled up, tie undone, and buttons popped on his shirt, he still felt like he was in a sauna. It took very little to get him worked up when it came to you, and seeing you spread eagle against him and nearly crying in his ear before he even took his dick out had him questioning if he would cum in his boxers. 

“Yeah bunny, that’s a good girl,” He panted, pressing a kiss to your temple as he quickly used a tentacle to undo his pants and release his cock. There was no waiting- he could feel your abdomen rippling the way it before you hit your peak and he needed to be inside of you. “Such a good girl-”

Stumbling forward with his pants around his ankles, Tamaki lifted you up onto the countertop between two sinks so that you were on your knees. He was at the perfect height to slip into your dripping cunt from this angle, his tentacles pulling your arms behind your back as he began the process of stretching you out around his dick. You spread your knees just a little wider, causing him to hit a spot deep inside of you that made you yell out for him and fall back against his chest. He used this position to his advantage, beginning to pump himself inside of you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Tamaki breathed out, his left hand turning back to normal so he could hold your neck again, but this time against his own skin. He picked up his pace with this, but as he sped up and your moans and whimpers grew even louder, he pushed you forward so your hands were bracing yourself up against the mirror. 

This gave Tamaki the perfect angle to watch your reactions, seeing your mouth fall open and the glass fog as he pounded balls-deep into you relentlessly. “Oh, Tama, right there, please, please~” Your strings of words began to barely make sense as he held your hips in a bruising grip, but still, it wasn’t enough. 

Slipping you off of the counter, Tamaki dropped you to your feet and brought you back against the cool tile wall. He wasted no time in picking you back off the floor, utilizing one hand of tentacles to wrap your legs around his waist as he buried himself back in your pussy. 

This position was much more intimate, and fuck did he look like a beautiful mess above you. No matter how many times you two spent time like this, neither of you would ever get sick of it. Tamaki was convinced that you were the best thing he would ever have in this lifetime, and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to spend a lot of that lifetime making you cum around his cock. 

“You feel so good, Tamaki~” You whispered, your lips crashing against his in hopes of swallowing some of the ridiculous noises you were sure were floating through the building at this point. He responded with a long, drawn out groan, his eyes pressed tightly closed as he fought to not cum that second. Your arms fell around his neck and you let your hands wander up into his hair, yanking at the indigo tresses and forcing his thrusts to stutter inside of you. You could tell he was fighting off his orgasm, but you wanted nothing more in that moment than to make him release. “Cum in me, Tama, fill me up, please cum in me~”

Another groan from him, but this time followed by now two human arms wrapping around your torso, pressing you hard against the wall, and fucking you with absolute reckless abandon. Tears fell from your eyes at the sheer impact, and as you bit down on his shoulder, you came harder around him than you ever had in your relationship. You worried your nails drew blood with how harshly you were grasping at him, but with the sheer force of his own hands, you knew you would probably face similar marks. 

Tamaki came deep inside of you, stuffing his load and filling you to the brim. Your first thought once you caught you breath was to clean yourself up since you were already in the bathroom, but before you were even off from against the wall Tamaki had stuffed your pussy with a plug he pulled from the pocket of his slacks. 

Once he backed away you looked at him incredulously, and he couldn’t help but take in your entire look. You were a mess, ridiculously so, and he used the pads of his thumbs to wipe off excess eyeliner and mascara. As he tried to gently fix your hair, he pressed the softest kiss to your forehead. “I’ll help you zip the dress up. Long night ahead.” 

***

Even as you walked back to the main party, you questioned how you didn’t notice Tamaki had a fucking plug in his pocket. You whispered to him about it the whole way there, commenting on how there was still so much to do that night and it could have been so uncomfortable. 

Tamaki could only smile. If you didn’t notice the plug in one pocket, you surely didn’t notice the ring box he had stuffed in the other. 

[may-day-voice]

Prom Night Lights - The Beginning

Katsuki Bakugou Timeline | 172732014

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It was supposed to be a simple day. A simple, normal day filled with anticipation and excitement. The day when you stepped into the real world outside from the safety net. But you never prepared for what was to come, for the hurt that would inflict, for the dark to overshadow.

You weren’t prepared for your heart to break.

You grabbed hold of hands that grasped onto your fingers, hanging upside down in the air while maneuvering yourself a safe distance from the crash site. Out on patrol with fellow interns turned into a rescue mission when a massive traffic incident occurred in one of the most populous intersections in Musatafu. Cars and trucks were mangled or destroyed, billowing smoke into the air while emergency personnel made headway in tending to the wounded.

Meanwhile you floated towards the borders of the intersection, carefully dropping a casualty towards medics on the scene. Your hands were covered in blood and soot, having to pull those who were trapped within the metallic wreckage.

“That’s number three,” you called, still dangling aimlessly in the air.

“Impulse! We need help here!” Called a fellow intern from amongst the crash site.

With a click of your ankles, you landed onto the ground to push yourself back into the air, soaring towards your teammate above the fire and smoke. His large hands lifted part of a car, revealing a young woman in the crash, her eyes searching above while she breathed erratically.

“Don’t know how long I can hold this up,” warned your teammate, his usual stoic gaze now concentrating on keeping the mangled car lifted for access to the woman below.

“Here, grab my hand,” you ordered, floating slowly into the maw of the wreckage while reaching for the woman inside. The look in her eyes caught yours, finding the fear written all over them, terrified.

A slip of your teammate’s feet caused the car to creak, almost snapping onto you from above, your hands immediately pushing against the heavy wreck in reaction. Your eyes searched in his, concerned about the situation only to notice he found his footing again.

“I’m okay,” he reassured, holding the car back once more. “Go.”

You drew back to the woman, spotting her body recoil back inside in fear. With a deep breath, you slowly floated back in, hanging upside down with your hands outstretched towards her. “Come on, let’s get you out of here,” you coaxed, your open palm inviting her in.

Slowly, her shaking hand reached out, grabbing hold of yours. With both your hands securing her grip, you slowly floated out from the hole, taking the woman with you, her weight pulling at your arms before you spotted her feet clearing the maw.

“Let go now,” you called, watching your teammate finally relieve himself from the strain and the piece of metal crash into the wreckage that trapped a casualty.

Two hours. It took two hours to help clear casualties from the crash site. The aftermath left you and your teammates to be checked out by medics before being discharged from the incident, followed by your supervisor Kido back to the agency for a debriefing on today’s activities.

It felt like a quiet day, which was good for the most part. You scratched two hours of the day, plus another hour for debriefing and cleaning up. It allowed less strain on your body, and more focus on other events you had penciled in ever since-

“Man, you? A plus one? Lucky,” spat a classmate of yours inside the locker rooms. “I would kill to get past those gates.”

“You really don’t mean that,” you replied in jest.

“Oh no, I do. Truly, happily.”

“Have you figured out what you’re dressing in?” Spoke another, the same one who helped you on the rescue. “You should talk with him about that.”

“Coordination is key,” chirped the other.

“Guys, it’s a first time thing, okay?” You reassured. “They’re in the middle of graduating right now for all we know.”

“But to be invited to a prom of all things in UA? Whoever is the event coordinator is a genius.”

The vibrations of your phone caught your ear, spotting a text message appearing on your screen. A sneak peek of the message was the usual - an ETA for tonight. That was all. You noticed the messages were getting shorter and sharper with your beau. It has been over the past year. Still, being the final year in UA was probably a stressful time for students from across the board. You had felt the pressure yourself at your schooling.

“You think if I could catch Todoroki’s eye maybe-“

“Stopping you there,” interrupted one of your classmates, his drowsy aloof eye staring at the other. “He’s probably taken.”

“You don’t know that!”

“He talks about someone from his school very frequently. I think he’s taken.”

Another buzz from your phone caught your ear, checking the screen to spot a message from someone unexpected. Eijirou Kirishima’s name was emblazoned in the text box with a video attached. Watching your classmates bicker between themselves gave you the perfect opportunity for you to view this message without their attention, opening it to reveal the stage of the graduation. Perhaps this was very recent, considering the time of day it was before a familiar blond student walked up to the podium. You couldn’t hold back your smile, watching Katsuki Bakugou be congratulated on his graduation day, and turn irately towards the camera following Kirishima’s loud and rambunctious celebratory yell from the crowd.

“Did your beau send something juicy?” Chirped your classmate, turning to find a coy smile on her face.

“What? No!” You deflected, placing your phone away. “I gotta make tracks anyway.”

“You better take photos or it didn’t happen!”

You waved both of your teammates goodbye, hoisting your backpack onto your shoulders to add more weight to your less than convenient gravity. Stepping out of the agency, you tapped your toes before making your way towards the tall white gates of UA. Despite the lack of information you gave to your teammates back at the agency, you had already picked out your formal wear. You had planned to make a day of UA’s graduation for their students, knowing your own from your establishment was happening first thing tomorrow morning. The more time you could spend with the city’s foremost Pro-Hero candidates equaled sacrificing one night of preparation for your graduation, at least you convinced yourself as such.

Everything had been planned ahead of time, thanks to your beau’s meticulous need for timing. However, you had other plans ahead of his own, ones you had announced to him during his plans which, to your dismay and unsurprising predictability, did not please him. Reassurance wasn’t his strong point, and you’ve learnt it wasn’t yours as well. At least when trying to ease his passive aggressive tantrums.

Another buzz of your phone caught your attention again from those thoughts, picking it up to find a text message from Izuku Midoriya of all people.

Can’t wait to see you again! You’re on the way?

Actually, I’ll be another 20 minutes. How was the ceremony?

It was great! Everyone’s excited here at the dorms. I’ll be setting up Gym Gamma for tonight, so meet me there?

And Kaachan can’t wait either.

You chuckled at the words, wondering how Bakugou must be feeling after today. It made you wonder about the months leading up to today. In fact, it seemed a bit odd, watching him at the agency being almost cold and aloof, answering you in short and distancing himself half of the time. Again, UA was a prestigious academy. You thought the same way that the stress must be getting to the students.

Further fact, that short text felt like-

Yeah, I’ll meet you at Gym Gamma. Let Bakugou know I can’t wait either.

Lately it had been this way, communicating with other students rather than Bakugou himself these past months leading to the end of the school year. You’ve heard from Midoriya, Kirishima, even Denki Kaminari spoke to you a few texts here and there. Bakugou however had gone dark some of the time. You recalled a few times in your second year having constant late night calls with him, some of those nights being a saving grace when the both of you were too busy to just stop for a coffee or a shake. But nowadays, he had been-

Hey! You coming over soon? Kaminari is practically begging for a player two on his team.

I’ll be there. Just stopping by somewhere first. Maybe another 25?

You better hurry up. Bakugou’s practically wiping the floor with him in this game.

Well, another thing to slot in, but nothing that detracted from your original plans. With a smile, you continued on your walk to UA, hands on your straps while you felt the strain on your shoulders once more.

——

Soon, the familiar white gates appeared. As per usual, you stood by the entrance, waiting for some time before being verified to enter the grounds. It took a while for this process. At first, you were accompanied by your beau when he came along to invite you, or when he had to make it for Management classes. However, over the years, it became an infrequent visit with the Hero students. Lately though, it was between how quickly the guards could phone a friend. Even more so, it was less your beau, and more so one of the Hero students, whether it was Midoriya, Kirishima, or even Shouto Todoroki of all of them. It used to be Bakugou, but even he had been slow to answer.

After being granted entry, you immediately made your way to Gym Gamma, watching the large group of students prepare for the night. You had not seen so many fairy lights in your life while they were being strung up high across the pathways and into the auditorium. It was a mess, but it was organized chaos while you traversed between wandering students and piles of decorative materials for the festivities to follow.

“Midoriya!” You called from across the auditorium, spotting the green-haired boy ahead. His eyes turned towards you with a smile, lightly jogging his way through the auditorium.

“Hey, how are things?” He asked with a hug, his large arms engulfing you.

“Pretty good, we were in the middle of a rescue mission in the city,” you replied with a smile. “But that’s all the excitement today.”

“You’re not excited about tonight?”

“I mean, yeah, of course I am! Congratulations! Think I can collect my clothes?”

“Oh, right, I don’t have them on me because of everything happening right now, but they’re at Heights Alliance.”

“Then, why did you ask me to come here first?”

“I wanted to say hi.”

You chuckled at his reply, happy to see Midoriya well. There had been some controversy with all that happened throughout the years, things that you felt were considered taboo, however, stories came with time. You noticed the extra scars across his body, also recalling the scars Bakugou had received during Musatafu’s darker times. The worry that drowned you was immense, only subsiding after months of silence, and that one phone call from Todoroki surprisingly.

With a goodbye, you left Midoriya to his devices in the auditorium, leaving him behind for Heights Alliance. Eventually both shoulders felt sore from the weights in your backpack, deciding to only hang the bag from one shoulder and feeling your toes scraping the ground. According to the predetermined ETA, you had a few hours to spare. Still, it felt like you had very little time left until you stood before Class 3-A’s dorms. Midoriya had explained he left your formal wear with Bakugou, who by his description of the event, reluctantly agreed. With a heavy sigh, you made your way up the stairs, only to bump into somebody walking out from the dorms.

“Oh sorry!” You blurted.

“No, you’re good!” Quickly piped the student before they walked away from the stairs, lightly jogging towards the large pathway towards the school. You watched them take flight, trailing with a dress suit on their shoulders only to shrug it off and continue into the dorms, knocking on the door.

Luckily, that student left it ajar.

“Hello?” You called inside, spotting very familiar faces by the lounges in the foyer.

“Yes! My player two!” Yelled Kaminari, quickly running up to you and pulling you inside. “Kaachan keeps whipping my ass!”

“That’s because you suck, Dunce face!” Growled Bakugou, his red eyes flashing towards the door before they laid on you.

“You made it just in time. Kaminari was getting desperate,” voiced Kirishima with a toothy grin.

You nervously giggled while being dragged inside, noticing how careful Kaminari was to keep your feet on the ground. It had been a couple of years now, but ever since that scare, you figured Kaminari had learnt his lesson. Otherwise, by the way Bakugou was, it came as no surprise that Kaminari was just being more careful around him. You smiled at the irate blond before Kaminari handed you a controller, soon convincing Kirishima to join in a game of teams. It was a whirlwind of a greeting, suddenly being sucked into a game of wits and fun with the Hero students. It was the release you needed filled with laughter, for at least a good hour losing to Kirishima and Bakugou.

After admitting defeat and a quick conversation with the students, Bakugou led you to his dorm, taking the elevator up to the fourth floor. The ride was silent, leaving you to wonder what was going on through his head, stopping yourself a few times to speak until the doors opened on his floor. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar dual-haired student speaking with another by the stairs with quiet voices before being led to Bakugou’s door, watching Bakugou unlock it-

“Congratulations,” you finally spoke, catching his ear. “I got to witness your graduation, kinda.”

“What do you mean?” He asked gruffly while allowing you in.

“Kirishima sent me a video.”

“That Shitty Hair sent it to you?”

“I thought you knew.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Please don’t.”

A grunt escaped Bakugou’s lips before he made his way to his closet, pulling out your outfit already packed in a large box. You smiled up at him, taking the box from him and placing it on his bed.

“Thanks Bakugou, I really appreciate it,” you warmly said while you opened the lid.

“What are you doing?” he asked with genuine confusion.

“Getting dressed.”

“Here?”

“Well, Midoriya offered to help but since he’s been put on the event committee I have to do it in your room.”

“So the nerd was going to dress you?”

“Do you want to help me?”

The look on Bakugou’s face was one of confusion, anger, and frustration - a fairly normal reaction for the most part. However, unbeknownst to you, he felt a flush of heat wash through his cheeks. This was never discussed between Midoriya and himself when he agreed to hold onto your outfit for tonight. In fact, the getting dressed part was never mentioned. His thoughts held his focus until he glanced your way, already stripping off your shirt.

“Wait a goddamn minute, Lightweight!” He yelled, stopping you from stripping any further. “At least, let me turn my back on you.”

You soon found Bakugou’s back indeed turned to you, looking out his window instead. You couldn’t help a small giggle before you walked up to him, grabbing hold of his wrist. “I just need your hand on my shoulder,” you reassured, placing his hand across the crook of your neck. “Just ground me. I won’t take long.”

Bakugou grumbled under his breath, but still kept his eyes outside of his room. Every movement you made caused his fingers to slip on your skin, feeling the tension in your muscles. He figured you had that backpack on for some time to keep you from flying away, but he also felt something else other than that. The short amount of time you spent with everyone downstairs gave him an odd feeling. Even the elevator ride up to his room was tense. Bakugou knew he hadn’t been keeping contact whether at the agency or on call, but today he saw something that you wanted to say.

It bothered him.

“Okay, you can let go now,” you said, allowing Bakugou to release his fingers and turn around to see you now fully dressed in your attire. What surprised him the most was that you were on the ground without any apparatus to hold you.

“Bracelets,” you explained, showing off metallic braces on your wrists. “And anklets. It took a while for support to come up with something practical for social outings.”

“Um… you look… good,” he complimented, taking you by surprise.

“Thanks, I’m glad you think so. Anything that’s good for Lord Explosion Murder-“

“Shut it with that name! It’s Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!”

You giggled again, finding the joy of pushing his buttons sometimes before you noticed the time - close to the ETA.

“I’ll see you tonight, God Dynamight?” You asked with a smile. All you received was a scoff, enough of a response from Bakugou before leaving his dorm room and heading for the elevators. On the way, you walked past Todoroki, greeting with a quick hello before disappearing into the elevators, eager for the night to start.

Bakugou couldn’t stop this feeling that had him aloof and frustrated. He had tried to tell himself otherwise, focusing on his studies and his credentials to become a certified Pro-Hero. But with every phone call, every text, every passing moment he saw you, something stirred. It felt good, but it was wrong. You were with someone else - that Management student - that he knew did not treat you with the respect you deserved. The number of late night phone calls were proof of that, and yet, you still stayed with the man.

He couldn’t fathom your choice. And he hated it.

“Are you busy?” Asked Todoroki by his open door.

“Does it look like I’m busy?” Spat Bakugou.

“No.”

“What is it, Icy-Hot?”

“Are you going to do something about it?”

Bakugou eyed the dual-haired man, filled with anger from his thoughts, but silent without a scoff or a grumble. “What’s it to you?” he questioned with a sneer.

“We all know he’s bad news,” continued Todoroki. “Nepotism at its best.”

“Look who’s talking Half-and-Half, son of the Number One.”

“The point is that he’s rotten, never worked a day in his life, and was given a silver spoon. All signs of an arrogant, spoiled, hand-fed individual. And he doesn’t deserve them.”

Bakugou turned his glare onto Todoroki, noticing the seriousness in his eyes before he walked away from the door, leaving Bakugou with his last words. The blond stood in his room, contemplating on Todoroki’s words and the number of conversations to and fro about this feeling. He knew that the Management student was a bad egg, someone undeserving, yet he knew he couldn’t actively try to convince you. Even though he had time and time again called your beau a moron, it wasn’t enough.

For once, he hated not being direct over these years.

He grumbled while he rummaged through his closet, pulling out the outfit Kirishima had picked out for him for tonight. Perhaps seeing you later would ease the tension headache that persisted.

——

Night fell across the sky with the dying light of oranges turning into purples and the stars twinkling in the clear. The number of students that made their way to Gym Gamma came in waves, including the Hero students who came as a group. Despite his friends trying to persuade him to join, Bakugou advised he needed some time to get ready, earning a teasing jeer from Kaminari. Bakugou cared less about what words were shared, preferring to keep himself hidden after a majority of students had made their way to the prom planned for their graduation.

He was left to his thoughts, hoping that you had already made your way to Gym Gamma with your date for the night. He didn’t want to see that picture of you in his arms, knowing you chose him. That frustration brewed, coming to terms with his want of asking you to the event for months, and not going through with it.

After some time to his thoughts, Bakugou made his way, walking alone on the grounds of Heights Alliance. The quiet was deafening despite the loud music catching his ear ahead in the auditorium. He felt trapped in this emotional limbo, desperately needing to do something to satiate his need to see you. Pulling out his phone, he located your number, immediately texting without any hesitation.

I’m expecting a dance.

He smirked, feeling some sense of pride in himself, and hopefully reprieve from his own emotions until the sound of a phone caught his ear, one that immediately received a text. Bakugou stopped, turning towards the entrance of the school lecture halls, past the shoe lockers that lined the room. The closer he made his way, the louder the sobs, finding your cries echoing in the empty halls.

“Lightweight?” He called, catching your attention before you quickly tried to wipe away the tears that stained your cheeks.

From around the corner of the stairwell, you found him climbing towards you, his red eyes glaring at the sight of you sitting on the stairs, leaning underneath the railings.

“What did he do?” He quickly snapped.

“Nothing,” you spoke through your tears, attempting to calm yourself down. “He did nothing.”

“Like hell he didn’t!”

“No, Bakugou, just-“

“I’m gonna kill him.”

You saw a rage unlike anything you had seen in the blond. Despite your emotional state, you had gotten used to Bakugou’s anger, even understood it. But this was almost unspoken of, seering through his very core. Bakugou lost control. His own emotions spilled upon seeing you torn and worn, used and spat out as opposed to how happy you looked hours ago. Whatever frustrations he held, they were unleashed with a furious rage.

“He broke up with me,” you admitted, gaining Bakugou’s attention from the whirlwind of emotions he felt. “He didn’t want me to drag him through the mess that I am. I didn’t save enough. I wasn’t fast enough. I couldn’t-“

You held your head in your hands, trying to keep the tears at bay until you felt large hands grab hold of yours, pulling them away to reveal yourself to Bakugou, his eyes glaring into your red sore ones.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Asked Bakugou, his voice painted with a calm tone despite his gruff voice.

“… am I a Hero?” You asked, sniffling while your eyes looked away from his. “Am I good enough?”

Bakugou was surprised and yet confused by the question. He was still trying to understand his own feelings, this abrupt need to protect you everywhere you went despite your own independent and wayward nature.

“Five. I only saved five in two hours,” you continued. “And there were more bodies-“

You stopped your breath, holding your tears back from the thought, before the realization dawned on Bakugou. He had kept up with the news recently, a way to pass the time while waiting in his room earlier that night. An incident occurred in Musatafu involving multiple cars in a massive crash, and he recalled the body count.

He held onto your hands tightly, now realizing your hesitation to speak or start conversations. It would’ve been at the forefront of your mind, only masked by the smile you had all day for UA’s graduating classes. The next thought to follow left a bitter taste, wondering what that Management student must have said to you to think this way. With what Todoroki and he had discussed earlier that day, Bakugou could only fathom the disgusting nature of your interaction with someone who looked down at failures.

Tears continued to well up in your eyes. They wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t until you felt a large pair of arms hug you close, pushing you against the stairs but closer to his chest, engulfed in his embrace.

“You’re more than good enough,” whispered Bakugou in your ear, comforting your head against his shoulder. “You don’t need my approval or anyone else’s for that matter. You make that choice for yourself. You’re smart, you have common sense, half the time, and… you’re one of the few people I can talk to.”

He pulled you away, his eyes now glued back on yours while you stared into his, swallowing the words you just heard moments ago.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he slowly started. “You deserve better than that trash. You know I already call him a moron, because he is one. You-“

“You ground me,” you interrupted.

“What?”

“You’ve always grounded me Bakugou. You’ve kept me close. You’ve always looked out for me. Why?”

Bakugou choked, wondering what to say, almost feeling like he was cornered, surrounded by the emotions that had been drowning him for months. Was it right? Was this the moment?

“I’m sorry I asked,” you quickly quipped, trying to stand before you felt yourself pull back into Bakugou, his lips crashing into yours. It was a light kiss, despite the rush into it, almost hesitant on its touch before you eased into his rhythm. He was warm, tender, and it lit a spark that you wished would never stop while you held onto his neck. He pulled away slowly, caressing your cheek and embracing your breath on his, feeling every part of you while you sat by the stairs.

“You’re worthy to be a Hero,” whispered Bakugou. “And I’m proud to have you stand with me out there.”

“I’m worthy to be next to God Dynamight?” You asked with laughter breaking through your tears.

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead and laugh.”

Whatever sadness that broke your heart was mended in that moment, by none other than Bakugou of all people. Still, for all those moments the both of you shared, you felt a bond with him, one that incited jealousy from a growing toxic partnership. He was an explosive light that brightened the dark. He was the warmth that healed the pain.

“Still, the God Dynamight will always keep me grounded,” you continued with a smile. “Starting from zero.”

“Just call me Katsuki, dumbass,” he inferred with a growl, causing another giggle to erupt from you. “How about you come to my graduation prom with me, Twinkle Toes?”

Today was meant to be a simple day, but it wasn’t simple at all. It was more than that.

It was the start of something wonderful.

[ellectric-blue]

star filled nights | shigaraki tomura

☆ A/N: HEY HEY HEY @yourlostairpods​!!!!! It is I, your spring time anon, also known as ~ (＾▽＾). I LOVED talking with you!!! Coming up/sending asks and reading your answers was just so much fun 🥺asdfhgjlaskjdf I knew I was gonna go with this idea on like the 3rd day but ofc I left it for Monday and ended up changing it completely 🤪 Anyway, if there’s anything you want me to change PLEASE lmk, I wanted to make this perfect for my favorite airpod burner ;) My brain still decides to change the ‘lost’ with ‘burnt’ in your URL and I’ve decided to stop fighting it 😌 Also, I have no clue how ACNH works, so just imagine new leaf but on the switch :P._

☆ pairing: shigaraki x reader

☆ summary: it’s your league-iversary and shiggy has a surprise :)

It had been three years since you joined the league and you were certain no one would remember your league-iversary. After all, you never made a big deal out of it and avoided mentioning it. The memory of League rescuing you all those years ago is not one of your favorites.

You had just graduated from the hero course and got a spot in one of the best agencies in all of Japan. You got to work under the #2 hero as one of his sidekicks. However, you would soon learn it wasn’t what you were expecting at all. The heroes here weren’t exactly heroic, choosing which crimes to pursue and who to help depending on how much media coverage they would get. All that mattered was your rank. This led you to become disillusioned with hero society. Was this really what I trained for all this time? One night, while scrolling on the internet, you stumbled upon a video with Stain’s beliefs, something you’d never thought you’d agree with. However, it all made sense.

Eventually, you tried to take matters into your own hands. You planned to take your agency’s files and release them to the public, endangering undercover operations and the lives of many heroes. At this point, you didn’t really care. They’re doing it for fame anyway, you thought. You infiltrated the office, but your ex-coworkers quickly noticed something fishy was going on. Right as you were about to be caught, ending your career as a villain before it even started, black mist encompassed the room and you were transported to the League’s base. Over the next three years, these people, who you once believed to be heartless criminals with no morals, would become you new family.

As you reminisced about the start of your adventure, you could start to see sunlight coming from the slightly ajar window. You sat up from your bed and placed your feet on the cold floor. Today was meant to be a quiet day. The League didn’t have any mischievous plans and the heroes hadn’t bothered them for a while. On days like these everyone does their own thing, and everyone gets to bond. Jin, Toga, and Dabi usually hang out and play board games, much to Dabi’s dismay; Spinner and Compress watch and critique movies; and Shigaraki and Kurogiri play video games. In reality, Shigaraki was the only one playing videogames. Kurogiri just kept him company while he watched. You switched between the three groups depending on the day, you loved how, although you all had your different interests, you could bond over silly things like games and movies.

You walked over to the couch in the center of the room and sat down next to Shigaraki. Kurogiri took this action as his cue to leave. At this point, it was impossible to deny the feelings you had developed for your fellow League member. After everything you had gone through together, you were sure of your feelings but never had enough courage to confess. Thankfully, although they don’t like to admit it, most of the League is completely oblivious to details, and after all this time, only two people caught onto your feelings. Kurogiri, who never mentioned anything until you asked him why he always left you and Shigaraki alone, and Dabi, who you confided in after a long night of talking.

You made sure to leave enough space between you and Shigaraki to fit a small cat. Once Kurogiri knew about your feelings, he explained that the reason Shigaraki keeps most people away is because he could never forgive himself if he accidentally activated his quirk around one of the League’s members. You waited patiently in silence for Shigaraki to finish his opponent in smash. It was a known rule that one should wait for Shigaraki to finish whatever match he’s playing, for if you didn’t, he would lose and that came with even worse repercussions.

“Three years, huh?” Shigaraki said with a soft smile, not taking his eyes off the game.

“You remembered?”

“Of course, how could I ever forget the moment I met my favorite member?” 

You could feel your heart pulsating behind your eyes, his favorite member? That couldn’t be right. He finished his opponent off with rapid, constant pressing of the buttons and turned to face you, his eyes were squinting a bit while he gave you a closed-lip smile. 

“What do you wanna play, y/n?”

Although he claimed he was a hardcore gamer, you knew he was secretly obsessed with Animal Crossing. 

“I could show you my Animal Crossing town, I bet my town is prettier than yours,” you knew that by challenging him would certainly make him want to play 

“That’s a lost bet y/n, I am a master at Animal Crossing.”

“You can’t be a master, you’ve only been playing for the past few months.” 

“Just wait and see.”

He pulls out his cartridge and you pull your console out, loading the game you’ve been working on perfecting since before you even joined the League. You had the Beautiful Town Ordinance and had built most Public Work Projects, there was no way he could beat you at this. That was until you actually saw his town. Shigaraki had the most intricate town you had ever seen. It was Japanese themed, and he managed to remodel the Town Hall and the train station. He had laid down paths and completed all the stores in Main Street. His museum was full, he had all the fruits, native and non-native, and even his villagers were perfect.

“H-how did you manage to make all your villagers cats?” you choked out, flabbergasted at how wrong you were. 

“I traded my old villagers online, noob.”

It was an understatement to say that you were jealous and embarrassed. The town you had been working so hard on all this time was not even comparable to the one Shigaraki operated. You had been trying to get rid of annoying villagers like Vladimir and Webber for years, and he got all your favorites in mere months! He even had Chief, who had always been your favorite.

“You win Shigaraki,” you muttered with your head down, looking defeated; although not for long, for you challenged Shigaraki to play the island games with you. Your refined expertise thanks to years’ worth of practice would certainly give you an advantage. 

If it weren’t for the real-time mechanisms of the game, you two would’ve never noticed it was already dark out.

“Don’t you love how the game changes with time?” you asked with a shy smile, getting to spend all day playing games with Shigaraki was not an everyday occurrence. 

“Not really, it makes it harder to see and I have to turn the brightness up,” disagreed Shigaraki. 

“But look,” you pointed at the screen, today seemed to be a really special day, “we got a meteor shower.”

Before you could say anything else, you could feel four fingers pulling at your wrist. 

“I’ll show you something cooler, close your eyes.” 

You let out a quiet okay while you stumbled to your feet and let yourself be dragged. You walked carefully up some stairs and then heard a heavy lock open, followed by the creak of a bulky metal door. Shigaraki guided you forward by your waist until you touched a cold, metal handrail. He gently pushed your forehead down, making you look up.

“Open your eyes.” 

As you did, you could see the sky littered with glowing white dots, accompanied by a full moon on the side. After taking in such a sight, you turned to Shigaraki who hadn’t let go of your waist. Behind him, there was a massive cherry blossom tree. His skin was glowing under the moon and you wondered if this was the right moment. Shigaraki pointed at the sky. 

“You see that group of stars over there?” 

“Yeah, isn’t that Ophiuchus?” 

“Maybe,” said Shigaraki with a chuckle; “I like to call it angry Kurogiri.”

You burst out laughing. It does look like an angry version of Kurogiri with his hands on his hips, staring you down in disappointment. 

“If that’s angry Kurogiri then this one over here is Toga when she sees that one UA student.” 

“Fair, and that one over there is Kirby with his mouth open.”

As you continued to rename famous constellations, your gazed slowly shifted to Shiggy. His crimson eyes were shining with happiness. It was a rare sight to see him so lively outside of accomplishing a mission. He looks back at you and you couldn’t help but blush. A shy smile taking place. You look away, trying not to think about it. Where we having a moment? No, you couldn’t have, Shigaraki doesn’t do relationships._ But what if…_

The two of you continued gazing at the stars and next thing you knew your shoulders were touching. You look back at him and he takes your hands, making sure to keep his pinkies up. 

“Shiggy? What are you doing?” 

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

With that, he softly lets go of one of your hands and carefully places it on your chin, bringing it up so that your lips meet his. You felt like a firework show was going on inside you. As you separated, you slowly opened your closed eyes and saw that the cold night wind blew the pink sakura flowers in a way that they flew around you. It felt like a stereotypical shoujo manga scene, but you couldn’t care less. You softly caressed his face, surprised at his actions. 

“Tomura.”

When you said his name, you could see the glint in his scarlet eyes deepen, prompting you to kiss him back. This time, it lasted longer, and you could feel his rough lips against your soft ones. He let go of your other hand and placed it on your waist, pulling you closer until you were completely pressed against him. You could feel his rapid heartbeat, and he could feel yours. The rush of adrenaline and happiness you were feeling made you wish the moment would never end, but you separated, pulling for air. As you looked into his crimson eyes, with your body completely pressed against his, he opened his mouth to speak. 

“Will you be my player two?”

[absoluteindulgence]

Invitations and Reservations

A/N: Hey Guys, this is my first post to my blog. I wrote this story for the lovely, @burnedbyshoto. I got a little anxious sharing this story since the beginning is a tad rough, but please be patient with me while I get back into the groove of good imagery and storytelling. Thank you to all of you that took the time to read it, I appreciate all constructive criticism, and I have made the proper edits.

Pairings: Shouto Todoroki X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

Word Count: 6.4K

After graduation from UA High School, there was a halt in the friendship you built with Shouto. He was apart of the hero course and you were nothing but a mere general studies student. Meaning you guys wouldn't always be in the same spaces. During your first year, you would pass by him during lunchtime and you noticed that he would sit by himself frequently. You liked the idea of making new friends and thought that maybe he wouldn’t mind if you interrupted his bubble. One day, you were brave enough to sit with him, but he gave you the cold shoulder and with an icy stare he said, “I don’t need any distractions, you can go.”

You were taken aback by his statement, proceeding to leave him alone. You didn’t think about him until after the sports festival had come to a close and still, you were eager to be his friend. You witness him hanging out with the green-haired boy, known as Deku and his trusted friends. This is your chance! You steadily approach the table with the intent of speaking to Todoroki and creating a bond.

Luckily, he saw you coming already and made room for you to sit next to him on the bench. An exchange of smiles leads to honest conversations with the half hot-half cold quirked boy and his friends. Fast forward to senior year, you two have developed an inseparable bond. However, you remember he is training to be the next top hero. Also realizing that the branch would continue to challenge him and that he will be in high demand. Knowing all of this crippled your heart, and left you to be stagnate during the days he was unavailable to talk. 

You are torn between accepting the role he will play as a hero destined to be the greater embodiment of All Might and also feeling left behind in that journey. Your quirk wasn’t anything special but it was great for memorizing information related to photographic memory with zoomed-in 10x detail. You regretted not getting into the hero course and fell into a small depression. But after spending some time hanging with your G.S. friends at the sports festival, you understood that you weren’t cut out for the work of a hero and enjoyed being behind the scenes.

Onward, you put your mind to exploring the alternatives. Hero firms were your next course of action. You learned pronto that they were very cut-throat but still persevered. After graduation, you went to college away from your quiet, hometown in Japan to learn as much about the hero business. When you came back, a hero firm in the city had you as their number one choice and you executed all tasks they presented.

Proving that you were more than capable, you were boosted with pay and benefits. You settled into the city, with a great space meant for one soul to be comfortable. And work from Monday to Friday. Occasionally weekends if duty calls, but your personal life was still balanced with leisure and relaxation.

One day in the office, your boss told you that there were files that needed correction at the number one hero firm in the country and you were requested specifically. Surprised, you headed over there willing to assist. As you arrived, you saw the hustle and bustle of the greatest heroes at the top firm in Japan taking charge. An entire 180 from your usual workflow. Heroes coming, heroes going.

As your workload for the day was finished and you were leaving the building, a familiar hairdo caught your eye as they entered the building with their head down fidgeting with their hero costume.

"Todoroki-san?" You glance at his suit, giving him a once over from head-to-toe, he's bulked up more since high school.

As he looks up, his face laced in complete surprise. "(______-chan)?" His smile is grand as he walks up to you extending his own arms to pull you into a bear hug.

His hands respectively rested at your waist as you pull him into a close embrace. "It's great to see you!" You let it slip your mind that Shouto operated at the number one firm and didn’t even focus on the other heroes. As soon as you arrived, you were given a room and all the paperwork was directed into your hands.

As you both pull away, his eyes linger on your body. The curves on you were very enticing for business casual attire. “Yeah, I could say the same.” He smirks.

“Did you just finish up for the day?” You ask adjusting your work handbag.

He nods, ”Yeah, I was dropping off my costume, this one happens to be my back up.” He motions to his chest and your eyes flutter.

“Cool, well don’t let me hold you up. I know you want to go home.” You motion as if to start walking but Todoroki caught your right hand with his.

“Hey, (____), wait,” The skin is callous, but deeply earnest bringing about a tinted color of pink on your face. You look into his mismatched eyes.

“Would you like to exchange numbers?” Todoroki starts fiddling with his other hand to reach for his smartphone.

Todoroki always had the same phone number since you knew him, but during his senior year of college, you heard from Mina that his phone number was leaked all throughout Japan. And during that time, he had a harem of girls lusting after him that he couldn’t break free of. The situation led him to switch his number three times, losing your contact each point since then.

You happily agree and exchange numbers. Joking with him, you tell him that your number never changed and he apologetically tells you that he forgot your number after the second time. A small giggle escaped your lips as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You wore it down for today since the weather was sunny with a light breeze.

Shouto goes in for another hug this time tighter, and says, “Please, don’t be a stranger. If possible, I would like to see you again.”

Your heart leaps out your chest and as you pull out of the hug, you peer into his face. Before you can say anything he stammers, “I know it's late and all but if possible, I would like to take you home.”

Still in the embrace, your face flushes and you nod without a word. “Great, give me a moment to put this away. Actually, do you wanna come up with me?” He releases entirely from his grasp and motions to you if you want to take the trip.

You shrug, looking at him in sheer delight just from seeing him again, “At this point, I’m down for anything, Todoroki. I was just gonna go home after.”

He smiles kindly, “Okay. Well, follow me.”

Together, you spend an additional thirty-minutes as he shows you the building. It’s filled with laughter and wonder. After he changes out of his costume and into regular clothes, Todoroki reaches for his keys on the desk. “We can make our way to the parking lot now.”

You reach his vehicle and notice it's a very stylish, new model from the current year. “Let me get your door,” Todoroki jogs to your side of the car. As he opens the door for you, you enter cautiously not to snag your heels on his car mats. Flirtatiously you say, “Wow, what a gentleman.”

He picks up on your flattery, “Thank you, a lovely woman such as yourself will bring it out of me.”

You blush from his reversed flirtation as he enters the driving side. He asks where to and you give him your home address. As he drives, you shift your eyes from the road to look at Todoroki. Several colored lights flash through his face as the two of you ride through the stoplights and reflective signs.

You gaze toward his face, embracing his side-profile. His jawline is more defined, hair is longer, eyes looking worn from the day. For a split second, he makes eye contact with you before focusing on the road. “Are you okay?” His deep voice echoes through the car sending chills down your spine.

Honestly speaking you say to him, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just looking at you.”

“Oh, you see something you like?” He asks.

You smirk in his direction, “Very much so.”

The rest of the ride is quiet but filled with high levels of tension. It’s not stressing, more like the realization of one’s attraction to the other. Shouto grips the steering wheel holding onto what he’s wanted to say since staring into your eyes at the firm. He takes a slow and steady breath, his jaw tensing up as he does. Stealing glances of him and breathing the same air made you come to grips that your crush on Todoroki is not completely over. You want to see more of him.

Finally, you reach your apartment complex. Your body stills as he parks the vehicle on the street near the sidewalk entrance to your building. You can’t bring yourself to leave the car. There’s so much you’ve wanted to say to him since high school and now that you’re here with him you’re frozen. 

“Listen (____),” Shouto breaks the silence, ”I’m truly happy that I bumped into you.” He stares into your own eyes. “It’s the highlight of my day.”

His smile gazes deep within you, pulling a heartstring. Boldly, you lean over to his side of the car, caressing the left side of his face to turn to you. Leaning closer to massage your lips to his. The kiss was slow and passionate. His hand rubs your thigh while the other pulls you closer to him by your waist. A groan escapes his lips as a heavy breath leaves your nostrils. You’re not ready to end the kiss, you grab a handful of his hair to stop him from pulling away. But he had no intention of doing so.

The lip-locking gets rough and creates a lack of oxygen and you both pull away just to catch one’s breath. You sit back holding your hand to your chest. Looking over at him, his eyes haven’t left your mouth. His eyes trail down to your body then back to your eyes. Your chest was exposed showing a delightful amount of cleavage in your cotton-like, v-neck blouse. He bites his lips in desire.

“Do you want to come upstairs?” You ask him softly, almost louder than a whisper. “I know it's late. But, I wouldn’t want you to drive home if you’re exhausted.”

Shouto’s face heats up, the question caught him off guard. Looking at you, he sees that you’re a little flustered asking him but he knows that you’re worried about his well-being and that you always have been. He nods and as you two find better parking. You head upstairs and immediately apologize for any mess left out in your haze to get ready for the day. He assures that you don’t need to apologize.

Unlocking the door, you promptly take your high heels off and slip on your comfortable and plush house slippers. “Please make yourself at home.” You plop onto your camel-colored couch releasing a sigh.

Shouto sits next to you, he's looking a little stiff but relaxes when by your side. His eyes linger again to your exposed cleavage as you lean back taking a deep breath. His eyes widen from watching your chest rise and fall.

You look at him asking, "Are you thirsty?"

He jumps thinking he’s been caught staring, "Uh yeah, I am." He blinks away quickly.

You stand up to walk around the corner and enter your kitchen. "Anything in particular? Juice or tea? Maybe wine?"

He shouts over his shoulder, "Wine is fine."

You pull out the red wine from your fridge and let the door close on its own as you open your cabinet to your wine glasses.

After carefully holding the glasses in your hands, you walk your way back into the living room and set the bottle down along with the glasses. He separates the two and asks if he can pour, you accept as he unwraps the bottle. You forgot the bottle opener and strut back to the kitchen to retrieve it. With another plop onto the couch, your thigh brushed against his.

It was an accident but you’re not rushing to move. The warmth from his leg is comforting and you feel calm against his body heat. You haven’t been this close to him in so long and it shows as you exhale softly relishing in Todoroki’s company. He hands you a wine glass and you thank him graciously. He works the cork out of the bottle and pours it into your glass then his.

“I would like to make a toast between the two of us.” His deep voice echoes through your modern themed apartment.

“Let’s hear it” You grin in his direction.

“To the odds of us meeting again,” He stares into your eyes, “Had I not taken a late shift patrolling, I wouldn’t even be here right now.”

Your smile is evident to him, “True, but also my boss made this possible.”

“How so?”

“He told me your firm needed me today. You guys were backed up with months of paperwork.”

“Really? The things they don’t tell me.” He rubs his head, bewildered.

“Well as apart of the top five heroes in Japan the last thing they want to do is worry you with problems they could give to another. You already keep the city safe.”

“Yeah, although that’s odd. How did you fair out?”

“I finished it all.”

“What?”

“I fixed all the hitches.”

“In a single day?”

“Yes,” you giggle, “Can we drink now?”

Shouto’s thrown off-guard but wastes no time clinging your glass and taking a long gulp. It seems as if he’s needed this drink. Your sip matches his as you make eye contact with him. You stir the wine coating the glass. The wine is sweet and smooth as it glides down your tongue. He sets his glass down on your see-through, glass coffee table.

“So please, tell me how you managed to finish months of work in a day.”

You tease him, “With hard work.”

For the next hour, you and Todoroki are reconnecting and sharing what’s happened in your personal lives. Sharing experiences from college, reminiscing when you both attended UA asking who you still speak with from your classes. Although you weren’t apart of class 1A you were able to become close friends with Mina and Toru. The three of you would go shopping, and at times you would have to remind Mina what matches since you were the most fashionable of the three.

Todoroki was able to keep in contact with most of 1A, except Mineta. He shared several stories after becoming a hero. Some made you laugh and the others shocked you. He showed a couple of battle scars that smoothed onto his arms and chest with time. You pretended that you didn’t like the view of his bare chest for mere seconds but it was obvious to Todoroki when you were tracing his abs. The conversation continued to flow and you whole-heartedly felt fortunate.

A yawn escaped Shouto’s mouth. “Oh man, I wore you out didn’t I?” You ask clearing the coffee table of the two large wine bottles you two dusted off with ease.

“No, I’m just very comfortable.” He smiled sleepily.

You smirk, “Well if you like my couch, you’ll definitely like my bed.”

“What?” His head shot up to look at you.

“I’m too tired to sleep by myself. Do you want to cuddle?”

You two have been drinking since stepping foot into your apartment not making any flirtatious moves to progress the night into something else. But liquor of any form is considered as a truth serum. And for once you said exactly what was on your mind.

Through tipsy duo-colored eyes and a bright pink face, “Yes.” Finally came out of Shouto’s mouth.

You reached your hand out to hold his, he extends to touch yours and you lift him off the couch to lead him to your bedroom. Immediately, Shouto’s eyes widen as he sees how dainty your room is. He’s lost in the scent of lavender and can tell that you took pride in decorating your room. You guide him to sit on your queen-size bed as you finally strip out of your blouse and tight skirt.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been wearing this all day,” Motioning to your outfit of the day. You strut near your dresser wearing nothing but a bra and panties looking for pajamas. You turn your head to tell Shouto to get comfortable and gaze upon the half-hot, half-cold man to see him steaming. His eyes haven’t left your body since entering your room.

Your laugh fills the room, “Shouto, can you get comfortable?” 

“Are you sure you want me to stay in here as you’re changing?” His voice sounding drunker than he looked.

“Yes!” You smile tenderly throwing him oversized grey sweats, “Don’t worry they’re mine.”

He catches the pants in his hands, shrugs, and changes into them with no other words. You head to your bathroom just to remove any makeup from your face and quickly do your skincare night time regimen. “Hey, Shouto!” You call out to him while moisturizing your face.

“Yeah, (_____)?”

“You wanna be the little spoon or the big spoon?” You playfully asked him the question as you once had during a time back at UA, he didn’t know what you meant and couldn’t tell you what he wanted. You let it go after seeing his confused face. You walked your way back into your bedroom and came to a pause. Behold, Shouto completely stripped from his regular clothes into the grey sweatpants and no shirt.

At that moment, you wished you were born with four eyes like one of your general studies friends. You needed a better vision of the perfect symmetry of his abs and the bulge forming in his pants. You can't force your quirk to just focus on one part of his body at a time, it was unfair!

For once, your body moves faster than your mind. Inebriated, you walk over to him stumbling over your own legs. Standing in front of him, still in your underwear, you press your lips to his and lock your arms around his neck. Pushing your body closer to mold into him. The kiss is sloppy yet filled with passion.

You inhale his scent through your nose and softly nibble against his bottom lip. Shouto groans against you swiftly, flipping you onto the bed, gently laying on top of you taking in the beauty of your body. You smile under his stare.

His gaze intense while his lips were intoxicating as they collided with yours repeatedly. Dominating your body and touching anywhere his hands would permit. You hook your arms over his shoulders to pull him close. You track love bites up and down his neck and behind his traps.

His exhale is heavy as it tickles the hairs on the back of your neck. Your moan causes closer contact with Shouto's chest. You're internally dying to feel more of him. You can't wait anymore as your hands unhook from behind his back, to trail to the sides of his sweats. You're in the process of slowly sliding them down as Shouto grabs your right hand.

"Big spoon." His voice is husky this time as they stare into your eyes and it feels like an hour under his gaze. He rolls off of you pulling you close from your waist.

You're bewildered, to say the least. But glad that he found out what the terminology meant. However, the bear hug wrapped around your feminine frame causes multiple sensations. The back of your neck thrilled by his breath, the warm vibrations of his soft snores, and your fingers following the veins on his arms.

I did say I wanted to cuddle…

You mentally facepalm yourself and utter out a tiny giggle. Shouto softly stirs at your voice and you snuggle closer to him.

_____________

Every third Friday night and fourth Saturday of the month you would meet. In the evening it was an upscale restaurant with the finest wine and a remarkable view. Whether the food was splendid depended on the face you made after the third bite. He would look at you and smile wondering if you're enjoying yourself. A smile would indicate 2 bottles of wine and another great conversation.

You would usually catch Todoroki up on the weeks that he didn't see you since phone calls were short and they mostly consisted in confirmation that the other finally reached home. After hero work from different fields, those would be the only words you two could muster to say.

The way you would describe the days was as if it had just happened 5 minutes ago and he admired that about you. Your memory was impeccable and he couldn't differentiate whether that was apart of your quirk or just how you were. Your eyes would light up talking to Shouto as he would stare at you with the most gentle smile.

“So that’s what happened on my end, as usual, I handle what my boss throws at me with ease and keep my cool the whole time.” A grin grows on your face as you swirl your wine glass coating the sweetly, dry alcohol.

“I see, (____), It’s one of the things I like most about you. You're cool-headed in any situation.” He grins, “You know, my offer still stands. I could get you a better position at my firm.”

“I know, but they need me. If I leave, I know they’ll go under.” You shrug with a soft chuckle.

The two of you, look at each other intently, from across the table. Eyes laced with an intense amount of zeal.

Your waiter for the night comes over asking if you're ready to order. It's their fourth time asking and the two of you finally order some food. You're always particular about what to get. You have gone to enough restaurants to make executive decisions on what to indulge upon. And aside from a delectable entree, you had other plans for your mouth.

The true goal of the night was to take Todoroki home and finish where you left off a month ago.

As you wait for the food to arrive, you build on your last conversation regarding bumping into Hagakure and Ojiro.

One of your Saturday dates, Shouto took you to a candy-infused cafe that had a variety of different sweets. You gawked hard at your favorites, mouthwatering damn near. You made a turn to the right and bumped into what you thought was the glass window. But the hypothetical window yelped and you recognized that voice instantly.

“I honestly thought it was the window or that I might have leaned too close to the candy cases.” You chuckle thinking back on your tunnel vision.

He returns the amusement, “She was highly happy to see you. And wanted to spend as much time as possible before we left. ”

“Good thing she saw us together, made her back off instantly.” You take another sip of wine, “What makes matters worse is, Ojiro lost her.”

“But as soon as he found her, coddle city.”

"Right, He just let her get whatever she wanted from the shop to make up for it." You laugh.

"How's that any different from me?" Shouto smirks his lips curves deviously.

You pause for a moment, analyzing his words. Since that day, he's made sure to be there for you whenever he could. The days never went without hearing his voice, or him just knowing you didn't eat your whole shift. He respected your workflow and just wanted to lighten your load.

"Mmmm touchè, good sir". You playfully cross your arms. “But you’ve never lost me.”

“That’s not true,” He said. “I lost you for five years.”

Since your impromptu-turned-heated hangout, he always sent you lunch to your office. Sometimes, just for you other times, your entire office. Showing his gratitude to the firm who saw your potential and hired you.

“And now we’re here.” You smiled curtly.

The restaurant was extravagantly laced with gold trimming on the walls, tables, and chairs. The silverware its self had to be of a high carat too along with the cleanest and most prim plates ever gawked at. The high ceilings gave off the effect of endless beauty and royalty. You’ve only heard of the accolades given to this establishment but didn’t expect yourself to be seated in it.

Your food finally made its way to your table, as soon as your plate was presented, you wasted no time. You took your three make-or-break bites submerged with flavor. Another mouthwatering selection causing you to beam. Locked in the warmth of your enjoyment, Shouto looked on at his sweetheart. Pleased to see your own satisfaction.

There was no discussion but the two of you were certain to feel each other's warmth again. With your schedules lining up to be free for the entire weekend, you planned to take advantage.

As the night progressed, you were already in his car heading back to your apartment. It took fifteen minutes to actually start driving. The satin dress carving your body had Shouto's hands all over you. Cupping your ass, rubbing his hands rough on your hips, his mind trailing into another atmosphere as your lips touch. Indulging in the warmth of each other without being nude… yet.

The time to get into your apartment was shorter than the attention span of a squirrel. You two emptied the possibilities of extra movements and conversation making it known how you want to end tonight.

In passing by your living room, Shouto presses tattoo kisses along your neck and shoulders. His big calloused hands are wrapped tight around your waist, his grip is demanding and needy, “(______), I want you.” His deep voice ringing in your ears as you moan slightly from the heat.

You unravel yourself out of your jacket letting it fall wherever allowing Shouto to guide you into your bedroom. The scent of his body brings you a familiar euphoria. The dampness of your heat forming more as you strip him out of his shirt.

With little instruction, Shouto watches you unbutton him straight down. He looks at your sensual form, packed of lust. His large hands resume roaming the lower part of your body stripping you of your dress, cupping your ass in the process. As he rolls it up, you arch against his touch pushing your breasts into his face.

He takes the opportunity to grab hold of them and place kisses in between where they meet. Your heart beats fast and the blood in your body rushes to your head causing you to become lightheaded. As you fall back, Todoroki lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

He turns his body around to lay you down onto the bed. His movements are calculated and gentle.

As he lets you go, you shuffle slowly, needy for his touch. You look up at him, his chest heaves slow, you watch him unbuckle his belt then work on his pants.

"You look so fucking delicious." The color pink paints your face heavily as Shouto praises you.

Your sexy, disheveled body looks up to meet the man who had given you wet dreams since you let him into your apartment the last time. When he left in the morning, you relished in his scent, making your mind go within complete desire mode. You edged yourself for the moment that he would be in your bed again.

“Take off that dress, those panties and spread your legs for me, baby.” His order rung loud and clear into your head.

Automatically, you start to follow his directions moving incredibly slow. Making sure to expose your body beautifully. Securing his attention, your eyes strayed to his growing bulge, your little strip show turning him on further. Tonight you wore a lacy thong that hugged your curves, laying back onto your bed you slid them off. Not necessarily were you double-jointed but your body was in mint condition for abstract activities.

As you spread your legs wide, a deep sigh leaves Shouto’s mouth. He’s kneeling off your bed as you’re at the edge and rubs your calves all the way down to your inner thighs close to your pussy. So close that you feel the heat of his breath on you. The huffs cause shivers to travel down and through your body and cause you to squirm.

He chuckles, “Don’t move, Gorgeous. I’m enjoying the view.”

If you could melt into your bed.

The pleasure of him staring into your sex and the air flowing through it sending you over the edge. Before you can protest his tongue is spiraling quickly onto your clit. It’s so fast that it prompts your knees to buck in the air, Shouto is steps ahead of you pushing your legs back into formation. The grip is overwhelming as he goes to town on you.

Fortunately, you’re not shy to reveal your pleasure and moan under his tongue tricks. As he focuses further on your clit with kisses and nibbles, you wail loudly gripping his hair whilst in between you. Your pants and cries ammunition as he brings one of his hands close entering two fingers into your wet wonderland.

“Shouto!” Your cry echoes through your room, fulfilling your passion. Your body tingles under his grip, legs shaking, toes curling and eyes closed shut.

He revels in the way your body reacts to his mouth, making him even more tempted to take you down and make you feel his cock buried deep into your womb. Your waist rolls onto his face until the pressure on your clit is unbearable. His fingers roughly pressed into your g-spot sending you over the edge. You open your eyes to stare into Shouto’s with a pleading look.

With a broken whisper, you ask, “Can I cum?”

Shouto looks at your pleading body continuing the stimulation on your wet, deserving twat. You assume it’s on purpose as you ask a little louder, moreover that plea goes unanswered too. The sensation is closing in on you and you can’t restrain yourself any longer. “Shouto, please let me cum!”

Your begging comes in crystal clear now, the grip on your thighs tightened as Shouto hums into your clit with agreeance to your awaiting release. The vibration alone sends you over the edge as his thick fingers pump into your heat swiftly. Your leg muscles tense as you deliver the final shiver coming onto his fingers. Your moans are soft, your breathing’s delicate riding out the waves of your orgasm.

With a long exhale, you position yourself to pull Shouto onto the bed flipping your body on top of him. There’s no way you would let yourself be outdone by just by his delicious tongue. You craved more and would get more. Slowly you grind your heat onto his clothed, thick dick. The friction between your sex and his boxers stopping you from clenching around him.

“You think you’re so good, don’t you?” You straddle him.

“Well, I do believe you just came.” He smirks, “And very quickly, I might add.”

You return the look, giggling to yourself. Slowly, you slide down to rest in between his legs, sliding his boxers down in the process. Shouto’s dick bounced out of the elastic band, making an official debut. Your ogling didn’t go unnoticed either.

“Are you scared?” His face was overly smug.

Ignoring him, you lowered your mouth timidly, making him think he was right. Slowly leaving kisses, and tiny licks around his tip.

“It’s okay to say so-”

You were merciless in fitting his whole dick down your saturated throat. Gag reflexes working incredibly as Shouto sits up to jab more of himself in you. You moan from the force as he relaxes from the sudden motion. You pull yourself from him for a moment to spit on his thick cock. With a groan, your tongue spirals along his length moving faster than the two of you can process.

Your determination is smooth and precise as you grip him with both hands to clutch his manhood. His groan is louder with obscenities escaping his mouth. It only brings you further to stretch your jaw out and slurp him like you’re going to suck him dry.

“Fuck you’re so rough. I love it, keep going baby” Shouto ragingly, growls.

His dick twitches within your mouth and that’s the signal to keep going since he’s close, you’re back to deep throating him while spinning your tongue around his cock. More vulgarities leave Shouto’s mouth as his hands’ trail to your head, as he weakly caresses your hair.

You swat him away and push your head further down his length. Your heat drenched from all the friction in your esophagus. The speed you keep causes Shouto to cum in your mouth. Some shooting down your throat and the rest filling your mouth and spurting out down the side.

You grip him for last time pushing up more of his seed into your mouth. His groan was heaven to your ears as you took your mouth off him. Pushing your body up from between his legs, you look deeply into his stunned and dumbfounded face, returning his overly smug look wiping the side of your mouth.

“I know how to slay a dragon.”

Shouto’s eyes widen at your overly sexual frame, the need to ravage you even deeper. He motions for you to come closer to him. You slowly crawl your body over his, your drenched pussy lining up with his girthy cock. Gently, you glide your heat up and down his shaft until you angle your hips to slide him into you. You throw your head back feeling the ultimate wave of pleasure, letting out a harsh moan.

The man under you gripped your thighs tightly, twitching his dick within in you causing minimal jerks of your own body. "Fuck, you're so tight, (_____)".

You softly coo, looking at him. His messy hair and mouth gaped open sent chills down your spine. How could this man be so fine with his overly lewd words?

Resting your hands on his broad chest, you softly exhale as you slowly swivel your hips. The movement is excruciatingly slow, as your pussy gets well acquainted with Shouto's girth.

With more comfort, your swivels become rapid as you feel undeniable satisfaction riding him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your ass collides repeatedly against his defined thighs.

The smacks growing more powerful, amplified in your classy, apartment complex. Your moans intermingling within Shouto’s grunts and growls as he controls your hips to slam onto his dense length. Eager to keep his pace, you work your thighs out to bounce with everything you have.

The moves are no longer graceful as the intensity is matched, so focused that you don’t realize that you two are sliding off the bed. Shouto’s foot dangles off your bed as your bodies contort to keep form. You roll your nipples between your hands while arching your back. Your body overly excited pushing you to your limit.

Shouto feels your pussy clench and yanks your body close to him. His left arm wraps around your waist as he lifts you. Raising you off the bed, he stands up to dig his cock inside of you. Legs spread, he pumps into you while standing. You grasp onto his shoulders letting out crazed cries. You shriek consistently echoing his name over and over.

“That’s right baby, who’s about to make you come again?”

Your pussy clenches around him talking dirty to you, “YOU!” You moan feeling the heat of his breath tickle the back of your neck.

His cock thrusts, penetrating your g-spot causing you to wail. The pressure of his girth nearing your second orgasm. Thighs shaking, the smell of sweat in his hair and his tensed muscles close to your body gave off the most intoxicating feel that no bottle of wine could ever match.

The coil burning passionately within your heat prompts your nails to dig into Shouto’s shoulder blades, moans reverberating through the room.

“Do you need to cum, Gorgeous?”

Your head shakes rapidly in compliance against his body. 

“I want to hear you say it, baby.” Shouto turns his head to lick and bite at your neck, showing no mercy as his tongue revolves anywhere it can reach.

You choke on your gasp, “Yes Shouto, I want to cum!”

Next, your body flipped back onto the bed, face down, ass up. Shouto fills you up, digging deep into you. His body moves rashly and animalistic making you grip your satin sheets. The burning coil has finally snapped and you’ve released your orgasm onto your desired person’s cock.

Shouto chases after yours, ejecting his cum into your snug pussy. You shudder as your legs can no longer hold you up. You fall to your side, head hitting one of your pillows. Your legs visibly tremble, bringing Shouto to a low chuckle as he climbs behind you to nestle yourself into him.

“You want more, (_____)?” He teases you.

Your face is flustered, “Shut up, big spoon.”

Shouto smiles against you, trailing kisses from behind your shoulder.

Slowly, you fell into a safe slumber wrapped his arms.

Leaving the cleanup, for the morning.

[midnight-heroes]

I was wondering if you write The Big 3? If so, could I request a Tamaki x Fem!Reader where she can sing very well and writes her own songs, but she’s very self conscious about it. But then one night she gets caught singing to herself and gets really embarrassed by it. ((If you don’t do The Big 3 then perhaps Kirishima or Bakugo?))

You had always been pretty reserved, not wanting eyes on youall the time. That's why when you came to UA, you chose to stick to the medicalside of things. You supported those who were in the spotlight by making surethey were in the best of sheet and by taking care of the critically wounded.You didn't see your role as anything spectacular, but you very well knew thatit was still a critical role in the world of heroes. You just needed tograduate and then you could finally achieve your lifelong dream of helpingpeople behind the scenes. As you worked away at your hero training, you madesome close friends; a small group of students who, by your third year, becameknown as the 'Big Three'. Three powerful students who were undoubtedly going tobecome pro heroes. You were beyond proud of their accomplishments, and your ownof course! You were all incredibly close, which Miro as your partner in crime,Nejire as your best friend and sweet Tamaki as you're adorable boyfriend.

Aside from your life as a hero in training though, you hadanother passion, one you wanted to follow as a little girl. You always wantedto sing. To sing to those you care for, for crowds and all sorts of people. Youwanted it to be your career but alas... as mentioned before, you've always beenreserved. You were shy, far too shy to stand in front of others and sing tothem. In saying this, it meant not many people knew that you had a powerful setof lungs and a voice to rival that of some singers. And you didn't just singsongs written by other artists, you wrote your own lyrics. You came up with thebeat in your head, sometimes tapping it out. You had come to know the firstyear Jiro Kyoka in your third year and sometimes had her come over to help youout. She was one of the few people who knew. After the beat came the lyrics andthey were all stored away in a diary of sorts that you kept on your shelf.

It was the weekend and an off day for you and your dearfriends. This meant no school and no additional training. Every now and then ona Saturday, you would spend a good portion of your day with Recovery Girl towork on the medical side of your education. The other Saturdays were usuallyspent with the group, Tamaki or just on your own. Considering you didn't getall that much time on your own these days, you decided that this week, youwouldn't make any plans for the weekend. Unable to resist your adorableboyfriend however... he was coming over in the afternoon but that meant themorning was yours!

So here you were, lyric diary laid out on your desk besideyou as you brought up a demo on your laptop that Jiro had put together for youto mess around with. Creating music with her had become normal for you to seekher out to see if she had anything new for you to play with. Maybe it was asign you were starting to branch out a bit. It wasn't like you were anti-socialor anything just... shy. Anyway, off topic. You found the demo quite quickly, itstitle being the date that it had been handed over to you. You would give it aproper title later, when the song was done. Clicking on the file, you waitedfor it to load and paused it as it so you could connect your water speakers toyour laptop. Adjusting the volume and double checking your dorm door wasclosed, you pressed play and leaned back in your chair to listen through thedemo before you even thought about lyrics. The first step was to get a feel forthe music. What tone did it give, was it suited for something soft or somethingloud? Knowing Jiro, it was probably going to be upbeat- which you guessedcorrectly, so now you needed to figure out what kind of song it was going tobe. Bouncy... you could do a lot with bouncy.

You found yourself replaying the demo over a few times,taking down some notes in the column of your page before you finally started totake down lyrics, singing out loud to see how it truly sounded with the music.Line after line spilled from your lips and onto the page when you weresatisfied and then you would take the song back to sing the verse over, only tonot like parts of it and change it up a little. Sometimes it was a quickprocess for you, other times, it took days. Hell, you wrote a song in the bathonce and it was finished before your toes started to prune. What? The bestideas come to you when you're in the bathroom.

A couple hours passed of you scribbling down ideas, writinglyrics, crossing out lyrics and you even had about three different titlesscratched out at the top of your page. Another hour had passed of you sittingthere, staring up at the ceiling as you let a different playlist play throughbefore you went brain dead over this song. Once you got tired of that, youfinally shut the music off and stood from your chair, stretching your armsabove your head until you heard a satisfying pop. Shaking your limbs to relaxyour body, you soon found it in yourself to leave your dorm room and headdownstairs to grab something to eat. You needed brain food in order to continueyour project. Said brain food consisted of a slice of cake that surprisingly noone had stolen yet and a bottle of juice. You enjoyed your 'meal' downstairs,chatting with a few of your classmates to tear your brain away from your song.You just needed a small break is all and if you were lucky, it would befinished before Tamaki came to spend time with you.

By the time you got back to your room, you only had a coupleof hours until Tamaki would arrive and then the two of you would either chillout in your room or you'd leave the grounds to spend time together elsewhere.Determined that you could let the last few verses perfect in that time, youstarted your project again, unaware that you hadn't shut your door properly. So,there you were, back to your routine, singing softly and writing away in yourbook, pausing the music every now and then when you really needed to focus andfinally. Finally, you had your finished product in your hands. All the lyricswere there. Sure, it may need a little fixing later- if you wanted to go thatfar, but this was it. Now you just needed to sing it through, and you'd be goodto pack up and clean up in time for Tamaki.

In your excitement, you had lost track of time and stilldidn't bother to check as you brought the demo to the start. Pressing play, youpulled your feet up onto your chair, resting your book against your knees andjust listened to the opening rifts. Counting yourself in silently, you came inwith the first verse, singing louder than you had been while writing thelyrics. Effort was put into your vocals unlike your previous mumbles, confidentthat your room was soundproof enough so no one would hear you.

Unknown to you, your three friends had just come back to thedorm, going their own separate ways after sparing each other a 'see you later'.Tamaki put his hands into his pockets, glancing around the sitting room,quietly searching for you. Not seeing your downstairs, he assumed you would beup in your room, so that's where he headed, stepping into the elevator to getup quicker. He was nervous about spending time with you, as he always was, butthe trip to your dorm was easy enough. It was as he was reaching your door thathe stopped, a look of shock coming across his face. Were you... singing? No,surely you were just listening to music but... that definitely sounded likeyour voice. Walking up to the door, he stopped right in front of it, seeingthat it hadn't been closed properly.

Able to hear your voice so much clearer now, a dark blushspread across his face and he tensed up, unsure if he should knock, walk insideor just walk away. You had asked for him to come over, but he had no idea youwere able to sing. Since when were you capable of singing like an angel?! Hehad no idea how long he was frozen in place in front of your door, but it waslong enough to know the song was starting to come to an end. The shy third yearhesitantly swallowed his nerves, raising his hand to knock on your doorlightly, but it was enough to make it swing open a little more. As the musicwas starting to quieten as it was reaching its end, you heard the knock fairlyeasily and found yourself having to catch your lyric books seeing as you jumpedalmost a bloody foot in the air.

You looked over at the door with wide eyes and the momentyou saw Tamaki standing there with a red face, your own face fell into a heavyshade of crimson. "Oh my- Tamaki, I.." you weren't sure what to sayand he clearly didn't either, adverting his gaze as you quickly turned thetrack off. "Should I uh, should I come back later?" he asked, rubbingthe back of his neck but still not making any eye contact. Quickly jumping outof your fluster, your stood up, abandoning your book on your desk to cross theroom to the door. "Of course not. C-come on in," you stuttered for amoment, opening the door all the way for him so he could come inside. The shymale walked into your room and awkwardly stood off to the side, as he usuallydid when you invited him over. "So um, how much did you hear?" youasked, shutting the door and leaning against it, biting the inside of yourcheek. God you couldn't believe that you hadn't shut the door properly.

"U-Um... well... a lot," he answered, keeping hisgaze downcast. "How long h-have you been able to s-sing like that?"he asked timidly, finally looking up to make brief eye contact with you. Briefbecause you quickly covered your red face as you slid down to the floor."Oh my god I can't believe you heard me sing, this is a nightmare,"you whined, shaking your head, "I'm not even that good, that's why I do italone." This caused Tamaki's eyes to widen a fraction. You thought thatwasn't good? What on earth would have convinced you of that. "Y-You wereamazing!" He stammered out, a determined look on his usually hidden face.You looked up at him with hopeful (E/C) eyes, searching for any sign of a joke.He wouldn't joke about something like this though and that brought a smallsmile to your face. "You really thought I was good?" The elf like boynodded his head quickly, the first small sign of confidence he had shown sofar.

"C-could um... could you sing again? This time… for-forme?" he stumbled and how could you refuse? You finally had someone else toshare your gift with.

[bsd-hq-writer]

Can I get 76 for todoroki. Him and his s/o were attacked by villains and the s/o gets hurt? Thanks and I love this blog❤️

I hope you’re ready for angst because that’s what you’re getting! 

Don’t worry there is a happy ending

Enjoy! ~Admin Ghost

It was turning out to be a tough fight.

Both of you knew going into the hero business was dangerous, you had experienced the worst going through UA as that unlucky year of students. Today hadn’t been much different, the villain alliance had made a new surge onto the scene after having been quiet for a couple years. No one truly believed they had been gone, but that hadn’t stopped many of them from hoping.

You and Todoroki had been together since you graduated, both as a couple and as a hero team, your quirks complimenting each other perfectly. His fire and ice used as cover and protection for your anti-gravity quirk. You could utilize any surface at any angle, walking and leaping between things, orienting yourself effortlessly between jumps. Todoroki often threw up ice walls that you could skate across, out of reach of the opponent until you dropped down on them from above. He also used his flames as distractions as you scaled impossible walls effortlessly or jumped from place to place to strike out with the bokken you carried.

They had been prepared, these villains, they had isolated the both of you, cutting you off from any aid. Despite being targeted, you dearly hoped the others we’re fairing alright. Todoroki was as cool as ever, at least on the surface. Only someone who knew him well could spot the ferocious way he used his elements and the frantic glances he sent your way as you bounced from place to place striking as many foes as possible. He was worried, so were you, you were vastly outnumbered and these were not just thugs off the street, nearly every fighter on the other side knew what they were doing.

You had insisted on this partnership, you couldn’t stand to see Todoroki crumble under his father’s thumb. He had nearly taken the position at his Father’s agency despite that, but when you outright refused to give up, he gave in and joined you at Fourth Kind’s agency until Bakugou and Deku recruited the both of you for their own agency. Actually, it had been more like Bakugou demanding Todoroki join them and Deku kindly reminding him that you and he were a package deal.

Help wasn’t coming, the explosions came no closer, and the bursts of dust from the most powerful kicks you had ever seen barely reached where you were still fighting. You knew that others were fighting too, but nothing could compare to the fury of Japan’s top two heroes. Nothing except apparently whatever was keeping them away from their friends.

“This can’t go on much longer,” you hissed, “I’m reaching my limit, I can barely orient properly anymore,”

“We have to keep fighting,” Todoroki growled, “There isn’t any other choice,”

“I know that!” you cried, narrowly avoiding a tackle aimed at you but hopping onto the underside of the fire escape in the alley you had ducked into, “But you can’t keep pushing yourself either!”

You had confessed to him in 3rd year after finally working up the courage. He hadn’t reacted at all, in fact he stared at you blankly until you realized he was stuck processing your confession.

“I really really like you Todoroki,” you said again, “And that means I want you to be my boyfriend,” you clarified before your face went redder than it already was, as much as you ducked your head to try hiding behind your hair, “That is, if you want to?”

“I want to,” You had almost missed his response, but he repeated it again, a couple times actually, like he was trying to sound confident about it.

“It’s okay Shoto, I think once was perfect,” you took his hand in yours and the rest was history.

That was the last thing Todoroki heard you say before a huge villain crashed through a wall into the alley, sending his s/o crashing to the ground, buried by rubble.

“Y/N!” he screamed as he let his flames lose, driving the hulking figure away before unleashing a huge burst of ice to close up the hole and much of the rest of the alley. He made a beeline to the pile of rubble where he knew his s/o had fallen under and dug through the pieces frantically. His worst nightmare was coming true, they were hurt and there had been nothing he could have done.

“Y/N!?” he cried again as he dug, his hands were raw but he didn’t care. He had to find them, he couldn’t lose them like this. A few times there was a sound of approach, but Todoroki simply raised another wall and another until the small section of broken building and pavement was ringed in ice. There was no way anyone was getting in, and even if they could, there would be enough time for him to open up a way to escape. He wouldn’t escape until Y/N was safe by his side again.

“He doesn’t get a say,” you asserted, “But neither do I. It’s your choice Todoroki, it’s your life not his,” You unwittingly used Deku’s words to him from their first year at the sports festival and coming from you, someone he cherished, they hit him just as hard as they had when his now longtime friend had said them all those years back.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he smiled slightly, his entire posture more relaxed then it had just been, “I choose you, I’ll always choose you because your dear to me in a way I can’t even begin to describe,”

You laughed, but it was light and happy, like the chiming of a bell in Todoroki’s ears, “I’m so glad! And I understand the feeling well enough, because I feel the same way,”

The first thing he saw was their hand, and the clearly broken arm it was attached to. He gritted his teeth and dug it out enough that he could lay it flat and ice it gently as he dug the rest of them out of the rubble. For the most part it was easy, smaller chunks of the brick, but as he uncovered more and more of them, he discovered a much larger chunk had pinned their whole torso down. He frantically dug out their head and shoulders, praying with all his might that they were alive.

He almost gave up when he finally unearthed their head, which was bleeding quite a bit, the bright red contrasting the stark paleness of their skin. He almost gave up right there until he saw the slight motion behind one of their eyelids. He ducked his head close and could feel a slight puff of air as they tried to breath.

He started working with new purpose, he had to get them out of there as soon as he could, he got rid of as many smaller pieces as he could before all that was left was the concrete pillar lying across their torso.

The first date he took you on had been to a park near the campus, it had been a beautiful day and he had packed a lunch that you both ate up on the top of a hill overlooking the whole park. The best part of the day had been when he had poured your drink and made tiny ice chips shaped like flowers to put in as well. You had been so awed by it that you asked him to make more, and soon you were surrounded by a whole garden’s worth of ice flowers of different kinds. You looked so pretty to him, poking at them as they melted away in the sun and smiling up at him when he cooled the ground enough to maintain them for a while.

They still looked pretty to him, covered in dirt and blood, but as he managed to pry away the pillar with some carefully placed ice, he found it harder and harder to keep his focus, because was lay underneath was anything but pretty. There was no telling to what extent the damage done would even be recoverable, Todorki’s logical mind told him. His carefully guarded emotional side was tearing him apart, begging him to just scoop them up and run. He dropped down beside them, leaning down to their face again and he still felt that tell tale puff of air, barely anything at all, but it was proof they were still alive. He laid a couple fingers at their neck and felt the faint flutter of a pulse. He wasn’t sure when the tears had started, but he kept having to blink to clear his vision so he could memorize everything about them.

The first time he had met your parents had been the most outwardly nervous you had ever seen him. He was unusually frantic, but you reassured him that they would like him no matter what happened. When you met his mother, because he insisted you meet her first, you began to understand. Meeting his father, the at the time number one hero, solidified things for you. Dinners with your family became more frequent and you always brought flowers when he brought you to visit his mother. He never said anything about your avoidance of his father, but you had a feeling he welcomed the excuses you created just for that purpose.

He didn’t know what to do, he had nowhere to go. There was no way the villains would let them go without capturing or killing one of them. They nearly had already. His s/o still lay before him very still and barely hanging on. There was nothing more he wanted than to turn back time and tell them not to use that fire escape, to suggest escape instead of avoidance. He wanted to keep them on the ground where he had been, completely clear of falling and being crushed as they had. But he knows he can’t so he will do what he can and defend them until help can arrive, because he knows his friends, that they won’t ever give up on each other.

“Dammit! You scared me!” you yelled at him after a battle where you had been separated.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said flatly.

“I know that, but please, I can’t stand not knowing if you’re okay,” you sniffed, “Maybe that’s selfish of me…”

“It’s not,” Todoroki shook his head, “I was reckless, but so were you,”

“What?” you blinked at his offhanded rebuff.

“You changed your gravity for a target four whole blocks away,” he stated, “That’s dangerous, even with your support gear, falling that far could hurt you,”

“I-” you paused, “Yeah, that was pretty far, I’ll be a bit more careful next time,”

“I will try not to stray too far from you,” Todoroki gave his assurance in return.

“No, I’m sorry Shoto, my complaint is really nothing,” you tried to deflect it.

“You were worried about me, so it isn’t nothing,” He hugged you, “Partners should stick together to watch out for one another, going alone has never ended well,” You sank into the hug and returned it, burying your face into the shoulder of his suit. You agreed with him there, being alone without him was a scary thought.

There was chipping at the ice walls now, and the sounds of battle leaking through the cracks. Todoroki couldn’t tell if it was friend or foe, but at this point, he hardly cared. They were slipping away, he could feel their faint heartbeat stuttering and slowing, as their body continued to bleed, and their breaths occasionally didn’t come. He had already been breathing for them on occasion, just to make sure there was some oxygen getting through, but one of their lungs wasn’t working, either flooded or collapsed.

Just before this battle, you had been teasing him, “Come on, even the reporters doubt we’re in love,”

“But I do,” he mutters, “I do love you,” a slight crease in his brow to show his annoyance.

“I’m kidding, I know,” You sigh, lowering your voice so only he can hear you, “I hear it in every word you say to me, and I see it in everything you do,” That smooths the crease and results in a slight upturn of his lips before he sneakily presses them to the top of your head.

He can’t feel your heartbeat anymore.

“No…”

No more air crosses your lips.

“NO.”

He can feel the heat slipping from your body.

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you!”

“He didn’t exactly make it easy for us. He almost torched us all when we got through all that ice,” Deku chuckled slightly before it fell short again, “He looked devastated, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an expression that vivid on his face. I’d rather not see it again if this is what it takes to bring it out of him,”

You had woken up in a hospital, weighed down by bandages and drugs for all the damage your body had sustained. Deku had been visiting and was currently filling you in on what had happened. Todoroki was in the chair beside your bed, face down and sleeping with your hand clutched in his.

“If it was as bad as I feel right now, I think I can skip having an expressive Shoto,” You said slowly, having to take a few breaths in between the words.

Deku nodded, “He really does love you, he almost didn’t let Kacchan take you so he could fly you out of the battle zone and get you to some paramedics. Mei’s fold-out stretcher did its job, even flying through the air,”

“I’ll have to get her to redo my costume,” you nodded, “Her stuff is the best,”

“Tell her that and she’ll do double the work for the same price, you’ll probably end up with some crazy contraption that you won’t even need,” Deku really laughed this time, causing Todoroki to wake with a start.

He looked between the two of you, the wheels turning in his head before tears slipped down his face.

“I’m right here Shoto,” you smile for him, “I wouldn’t dare leave you all alone,”

[kitanoko]

Just Between Us ~ 

Summary: Yaoyorozu Momo, now a well-established heroine, finally finds her childhood friend, Todoroki Shouto, who now goes by the name ‘Kuroroki’. 

Rated: T 

Words: 4k 

Genre: todomomo angst + todoroki villain AU

A secret santa gift for @selephi !!  Check out Selephi’s Villain Todoroki profile first! 

               When Yaoyorozu was young, she didn’t understand what it meant to have no love from her parents.

               Everything, generally speaking, came so easy for her. She was fortunate, talented, and if her parents believed in feng shui, then the alignment of the furniture in her house must have powered her luck as well.

On Sundays, Yaoyorozu and her parents would carry stacks and stacks of money in a 29 inch luggage, surrounded by their trusted bodyguards, to the bank. Of course, in one of their many limousines. When she felt bored, her mother would coo her in the vehicle, telling stories of Greek gods and goddesses, stories from the Grimm Brothers and also stories of how she met Yaoyorozu’s father, something that little Momo always found very intriguing. She was always delighted, and if she was hungry, she would tell her parents and in a snap of a finger, they’d get all sorts of dainty pastries ready for her by the time they got home.

Yaoyorozu never stopped attending these family errands until middle school hit and chemical formulas and recipes for god-knows-what were the only things filling her once naïve mind.

                Nothing was impossible. Most things were within grasp.

               But something else she recalled quite vividly from her lavish childhood was a boy her age dancing with her at one of her family’s ultra-posh galas. A boy who had beautiful, sleek, white and red hair, and eyes that could read her soul through the glassiness of her dark, onyx irises. She learned the hard way that all good things come with a price, and his was a dark angry patch of red that encompassed his fierce blue eye.

               Yaoyorozu knew his father was one of the top ten heroes; a family so well-known that it became a household name.

               “Todoroki.” She heard her mother say, gesturing with a nod of her head at the other side of the banquet.

The young girl played with a piece of hair that fell out of place from her chignon before her mother fixes it for her and began to feel curious about the giant man whose grip on his youngest son looked way too rigid. Yaoyorozu’s gentle eyes rested on the subtle smile that etched on that boy’s face— him looking uncomfortable, fingers twiddling a piece of thread that hung low on the hem of his nicely pressed dress shirt.

She tested that name, rolling it off the tip of her tongue a few more times, every syllable feeling as though it’d tangle her tongue. But who was she to comment on that; after all, her own family name sounded even more convoluted.

               The boy, apparently a prodigy, seemed to have caught on her hawk-like gaze and stared back. Yaoyorozu gasped, mouth breathing in a little of the cold fluid air and wondered why she couldn’t avert her focus.

               The night went on smoothly—she doing her own thing while he did his, until the clock struck 11.

Yaoyorozu was running around searching for her parents,  the hour hand ticking to its place when she came across a scene that scarred her since.

She wouldn’t doubt that it scarred him as well.

               “How many times did I tell you to talk to them with more enthusiasm?! YOU have the obligation to network and learn your duties NOW before you get to UA. Your siblings are nothing like you…I’m entrusting everything to you, Shouto!”

               She watched from afar, hidden by wisps of a waxy house plant, as the boy that captured her attention rooted in place with an expression so dark that one would be surprised that he came from a heroic family.

               Her fingers daintily moved a piece of leaf and continued to eavesdrop, her mother’s voice as her conscience, ringing at the back of her mind telling her to tiptoe out of there.

               “I don’t want to,” The boy seethed.

               “What did you say?!”

               “I hate you and all heroes was what I said!”

               The fumes and flames that flickered on the man’s head was enough to ignite the building when his youngest son’s awful words seeped into his ear. The man stood tall, fists unclenching as he whipped his palm across the younger boy’s face. The loud slap echoed across the hall and vibrated into Yaoyorozu’s heart.

               She was mortified, feeling nothing but dread. For a second, she felt the slap on her own skin.

               The rest of the otherwise pleasant night was quite hard to bear.

Yaoyorozu could see from outskirts of the crowd that the boy was still alone. She felt helpless. She knew she couldn’t tell anyone, not even her parents, and if she risked that then she’d risk the safety of that boy whom she so wanted to befriend.

               The chance came when it was the farewell dance of the night. An event that always finalized her parent’s galas. Most of the time, Yaoyorozu would just sit somewhere and watch, but tonight she extended a caring hand to the boy and asked if she could take him for a spin. Which unfortunately came out quite awkward and silly for someone who only danced during her weekly Ballet lessons.

               Let me make it up to you, she heard herself say under her breath, but the boy didn’t catch it.

               As per her calculations, the boy didn’t take her hand at first. He instead opted to study her, skeptical if she was doing it for show or not, because let’s face it, who from a wealthy family was actually genuine?

After a short 3 second contest of stares, Yaoyorozu was already blushing like mad at his antics.

Initiating contact was definitely not her forte.

Her mother always reminded her to help people in need though, and so she’d let this time slide.

               “Please,” she grabbed the skirt of her maroon dress and repeated, “just one dance.”

               Yaoyorozu found herself concentrating on the slight tinge of sour red on the boy’s jaw from his father’s assault earlier, and she bit her lip, hoping he understood that she knew what happened between him and his alleged loving father.

               Nevertheless, in the end the boy never found out why she was so adamant on accompanying him. With a sigh, he took her hand anyway.

               Anything to get away from Todoroki Enji.

               Afterwards, they became pen pals— a secret locked between him and her; when Enji was at work, the younger boy would sneak out and meet young Yaoyorozu at the park near her house. Both being 13 at the time, a false sense of freedom dawned and the girl felt something unfamiliar stir inside her every time they met. This went on for months until one day, the boy granted with the powers of ice and fire stopped coming to see her and to say that she hadn’t stopped thinking about why he left her alone at the park those afternoons would be a lie. She knew she had no other way of contacting him without risking being found out.

                It soon became a habit: before she falls asleep, before she hears the creak of her parent’s bedroom door, Yaoyorozu would think about the idea of ‘star-crossed lovers’ and prayed that whatever happened to their friendship hadn’t dwindle away completely.

That year, on Christmas morning, Yaoyorozu sat between her mother and father’s embrace. Hands trembling, her father read the front page of the newspaper about Endeavor’s youngest son’s disappearance.

~~

               “OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU,” Jirou shouted, eyebrows scrunched in agony as her husband hid his face in his hands, “YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU DROPPED OUR WEDDING RING?”

               Her spouse pursed his lips, nervous sweat on his cheeks as he ran a hand to brush his bangs away.

               Kaminari was so dead. Probably the wrong time to die since they were at Iida’s Christmas gathering.

               “Kyouka, I’ve got this, don’t worry!” The blond emphasized, afraid to even dare tilt his head up at his wife who was now so outraged that the mojito in her hand was swaying madly from her harsh movements.

               Yaoyorozu quickly grabbed her best friend’s drink from the rim and pulled it out of her death grip, immediately setting it down somewhere far away before it spills all over the rug.

               “I’m sure it’s somewhere in this vicinity,” Yaoyorozu suggested, giving the living room a quick scan and moving her palms up and down in attempt to calm the couple sitting directly beside her, “I’m sure it’ll show up. Lost things usually do.”

Yaoyorozu knew she was thinking of excuses; she really couldn’t focus on anything but the Christmas lights and poinsettias that was at every corner of the room, not to mention the amount of old classmates that were mingling in this place; finding a ring here was going to be harder than baking her mother the batch of pumpkin spice cookies last night.

               But she digressed.

               “Bakugou and Kirishima are helping me look outside right now –“

               “THEN GO AND SEARCH TOO!”

               “Y-YES MAAM!”

               And with that, Kaminari booked it outside as fast as his legs could carry him. Jirou slumped back down onto the plush couch, index fingers massaging her temples in hopes to suppress her headache to no avail.

               Iida and Hatsume’s screams of victory from beer pong on the other side of the room, ten decibels too high, was not helping either.

               Yaoyorozu watched as her friend groaned again.

               “I married a total idiot Yaomomo.”

               Kaminari and Jirou had been married for a while now, engaged a few years after their graduation from UA, both now working hard climbing the hero ranking ladder.

               “Well I think its endearing that both of you value your keepsakes so much. Not that I’d understand,” Yaoyorozu said.

               “You are married to your work instead of a real human being after all,” Jirou answered back, words sinking a little too deep. The former had nothing else to say except to respond with a mere upwards tug of her lips.

               As if on cue, Yaoyorozu’s phone vibrated on the edge of the coffee table, a slight clinking sound elicited from the crystal vase beside it. The creation heroine gave it a click and stared at the screen.

               ‘another victim, 25, kobayashi yoru, severe burns, Minoru and Fir intersection’

               No. Not again.

               “I’ve got—“

               “to go?” Jirou finished the sentence for her, obviously worried, “Yaomomo, you’ve been working way too much lately. Your other sidekicks can handle fine without you.”

               Yaoyorozu gulped down her drink, though the inside of her mouth was increasingly dry with anticipation. Her phone slipped back into her pant pockets without thought as she put down the glass a little too roughly.

               Finally, another lead. To him. And this time it was right at her fingertips.

               “This is important, and I know I say this every time but I’m so close.”

               “Hasn’t it always been that way? The same case? For the past few years?”

               Jirou’s fingers tapped agitatedly at her stocking-covered knee as she crossed her legs, ears quirking up at Yaoyorozu’s sigh as she got up from her seat. She knew her stubborn friend wasn’t going to listen. All she could do, Jirou guessed, was to support her however she could.

               “If it’s that important, Yaomomo, then I’ll let Iida know.”

               Yaoyorozu smiled as she slipped her arm through her coat sleeve.

“Thanks, I knew I could always count on you.”

~~

               From the direction of the incoming ambulances and the police tape that comprised the crime scene, Yaoyorozu knew that she had to act quickly.

               The culprit was close; he was fast but had always had a habit of staying nearby.

               She wouldn’t call it a Christmas miracle, but to have him carry out his kill near Iida’s party? It was almost like Santa listened to her plea.

               Her sidekicks left her yet another text to update her on the victim’s condition. The victim was apparently gifted with third degree burns and a perforated lung.

Sounded like his work alright.

Just thinking about his alias sent a ping down to the pit of her stomach.

Kuroroki. An infamous murderer who was killing a little too close to home had been on her radar for too long. Yaoyorozu had a dedicated cabinet to all the cases she had dealt with involving him and she wracked her brain contemplating whether or not she’d ever be able to crack these cases. Tonight, however, would be when she’d break through the wall that had always been blocking her path.

               Yaoyorozu shivered as her teeth chattered from the cold though not enough to stop her from leaping from one alley to the next, dodging civilians as she felt her blood run in pure adrenaline. She didn’t know what to say if he were to be right in front of her but she didn’t care.

               6 years she’s been hoping to find him. 6 damn years.

               The following alley was enclosed with wandering policemen and she had no doubt that some were walking around to pretend like they were doing their job. She wanted to scoff.

               “Sorry, miss, you can’t go through this way,” an officer said sternly, voice gruff, as she was about to step foot into the scene, “you’d better turn around, we’re still investigating here.”

               “I’m a licensed heroine,” Yaoyorozu spat, wanting to roll her eyes as she fished out her badge, “The name’s Creati. Licensed since 2019.”

               The man crossed his arms and casted an annoyed grunt at her before scanning the badge in her grasp. Yaoyorozu figured he must be new here if he had never heard of her name. Either that or he didn’t recognize her because of her formal attire and curled hair.

               While he was busy reading at a snail’s pace, Yaoyorozu leaned forward and peeked behind him, eyes rounding and nose scrunching at the foul smell that began to waft behind the officer.

               Blood stained the brick walls, and there were lots of it.

               “Alright, fine, I’ll let you through,” the man finally said, words still laced with annoyance, and Yaoyorozu thanked him with a slight nod of her head, the taste of blood erupting in her mouth as the smell once again perturbed her.

               The heroine tread swiftly past him, her head turned left and right, the ridges in her throat bobbing from disgust at the scene. She should be used to this by now given the nature of her work but something about knowing that it’s him that did this sent a choking chill down to every bone in her body.

               For a second, at the corner of her eye, a shadow fleeted off at the furthest most passageway that connected to the back street.

               Yaoyorozu craned her neck, knees still slightly bent from studying the blood splatters on the concrete above her shadow and she felt her fingers go numb. Did she imagine it? Her hands slid down to her phone and hesitated. Should she contact her sidekicks or better yet, just yell at the policemen around her to follow her in or …?

               Yaoyorozu didn’t know what the million thoughts in her head were but she ran and ran, the clicking of her heel echoing behind her. She lost her footing for a brief moment but she kept going and shifted to her left at the sharp turn, eyes never leaving the small road. Thoughts wheeling in her mind almost blurring her vision; when she confronts him, what should she say? Should she say anything at all? Yaoyorozu gave her head a shake in attempt to swivel her mind back to the right place.

She knew the route around here painstakingly well given it being near where her parent’s house used to be, and she had already strategized several ways that this could go.

               There was a 40% chance that whoever the shadow belonged to would hit a dead end and Yaoyorozu could already see the figure move even more frantically now.

She bit her lower lip; if only she had time. Time was all she needed to create something, anything, to help her mobility right now.

               A splash from the puddle a few metres in front of her route knocked her senses back and she halted, legs firm as she planted herself in place. She extended her arm as the other pulled her sleeve up, a pole forging out of her skin in an instant. A giant vine-covered wall stood between the figure and the other side of the road.

               The chase was over.

              “Show yourself, you have nowhere else to run,” Yaoyorozu cried out, eyes piercing at the dark figure in front of her. She gulped as the person turned around, shifting under the dim street lights, his features gradually revealing. Yaoyorozu felt the grip around her weapon tighten, hands unsteady.

               Black and red hair, grey and blue eyes, the dark patch on his face.

Even if he tried to change his appearance, she could recognize him anywhere.

Yaoyorozu’s mouth was agape, panicking to form a coherent sentence, but he beat her to it.

“Spare me your words, Yaoyorozu,” Todoroki simply said, head downwards. His voice was husky, reverberating into the brisk, frosty wind.

Even in that angle, she could see how much he had grown; in another situation, perhaps she’d be charmed by him.

She dropped her arms to her side, forgetting that she had a weapon for a reason. It was nostalgic to meet him again albeit in this undesirable environment.

Todoroki took another step forward. “Why are you always chasing me.” His words were vile, sounding threatening to her ears, but she didn’t care.

               “It hurts me to think,” she began, trying to change the subject, her heart thumping hard against her ribcage, “what if I had reached out to you earlier? Then maybe you wouldn’t have become a criminal. Like you are now.”

               He didn’t want to listen yet he didn’t move, his eyes blazing with raw anger, staring straight at her as if he was his prey. Part of her wishes it’s because he still cared, but the energy emitting from him was so menacing that even Yaoyorozu hitched a breath and let the pole in her hand drop.

               It was now or never.

               “I know you’re conflicted.”

               “You don’t know who I am anymore. Whoever you think I was, well, he’s long gone. Stop following me or you’ll regret.”

               Yaoyorozu’s hands balled into fists at his awful sounding words.

               “Todoroki Shouto, come back. Please. I can help you.”

He shuddered at her calling him so intimately. The man scowled at her as if his real name was poison. Was it crazy to say that that was the reaction she was hoping for?

               “Don’t fucking say that word. That name.”

               Yaoyorozu was only a stride away from him but it was still like he was an ocean away. He was also a head taller than her, she recognized, though it became so much more than a mere measurement.

               She blinked once. Twice.

               “I know, with your skills, you could easily climb these walls and leave, yet you aren’t.”

               Was she crazy to ignore his pure killing intent and instead, to blab on? To someone who had no remorse, no sense of humanity, no warmth?

               He breathed harder.

“And I could burn you here in a second.”

               “You won’t. I know. Because you saved me two years ago.”

               Todoroki froze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.“

               Yaoyorozu’s mind cycled through to the fire that night when she followed him. She had gotten intel that Todoroki had once again fried someone to a crisp in an office building in downtown. If that wasn’t bad enough, his finishing touch was to bomb the building by cutting off the gas pipes. When she entered, she was immediately blown back at the explosion, the smell of the leak muffling her senses, but she survived. Policemen told her when she woke up on that hard, stiff hospital bed that she was far away from the building when they had found her with minor injuries. They theorized that she got dragged away by someone to safety.

               She didn’t tell anyone and her memory may be hazy but for the short moment between her eyes flickering and completely shutting to unconsciousness after being tossed back from the explosion like a ragdoll, she saw Todoroki’s face, and felt his grip around her, carrying her out.

               Yaoyorozu had thought she imagined it, but taking a closer inspection of him now, she was certain it was him.

               “And all those victims that you target, every single one of them are criminals that are on the wanted list. You had never laid a hand on an innocent person. Kobayashi Yoru, the one from tonight, he evaded capture last month for human trafficking and distribution of illegal firearms, amongst ten other offenses.”

               “Shut up.“

               “Why don’t you also tell me why you still contact your sister and ask about your mother? You thought you were so smart using various phones so we couldn’t track you but I think you underestimated my abilities.”

               Todoroki’s mouth snapped shut, lips pursing into a thin nervous line. He was rendered utterly speechless by this girl whom he didn’t recall ever wanting to contact. Todoroki didn’t even want to reignite the flame they had when they were 13.

               The past was the past. He will rid of every speck of it if it meant for him to make a new identity for himself.

               Yaoyorozu swallowed hard, footsteps heavy, legs feeling like cotton with no sense of control as she slowly trudged to him, putting shaky hands on the side of his shoulders. He felt so real. He was real. The girl paused to study him, looking at him up and down, wondering if the wetness on her cheeks was from the rain.

It wasn’t raining.

               “I promise you, if you stop this, you’ll never feel alone again, I know many lawyers and—“

               “Kill whatever imagination you have of me returning to society like a normal human. I made this path and I’m not going to stop, until…until I kill that son of a bitch. Endeavor.”

               Her eyes opened wide and she could see his adam’s apple hitch and in a blink of an eye she was pulled deeper into the shadows, snug against the damp brick wall and Todoroki’s rigid body. Yaoyorozu opened her mouth curiously, until she heard a rustle of steps and a string of shadows pass their alley.

               Yaoyorozu didn’t dare focus anywhere except for the tense muscle on his neck; she couldn’t completely disregard their closeness either, reprimanding herself for having even a slight hope that her childhood friend would come to his senses. It could be silly and totally absurd, but Todoroki Shouto had run a soft finger down a curl of her hair.

The smell of iron and tonight’s murder still lingered on the surface of Todoroki’s clothes, however, and she felt strained.

“They’re gone,” she said as the last shadow passed them, his face twisting into a stern glare. He moved away.

Todoroki shot her a knowing look, as if to say that time was up. It had been awhile after all, to think that he’d even let her get this close was more than she had ever desired.

And in one last pathetic attempt, she let her feelings pour out.

“It’s been 6 years,” her words came out smooth, gradually rising in pitch, “6 years of me hunting you like some sad, disillusioned woman, not even doing this out of the duty of being a hero but because you were a friend.”

“Then continue to obsess over this fantasy of yours,” he snapped back, and she felt a twitch in her fingers. She could slap him, slap the demon or whatever that possessed him. Slap him until she was a pile of teary mess.

Yaoyorozu stood her ground, watching as Todoroki dug his fingers into the ridges of the fence beside them, but having no desire to pull him back down.

“If you follow me again, I will murder you, Yaoyorozu,” he added, “You let me live my life and I won’t bother yours.”

               “Don’t leave, Shouto! I’m—“

               “You can do so much better than me.”

               She backtracked for a few seconds, thinking how much his words pained her. The moonlight shone over her face as she bit her lip, all the pressure held in her body accumulating in that one spot in her chest.

               Without a moment’s hesitation, he leapt over and ran somewhere further into the dark, her cries not enough to turn him around.

Was that it? Was it over?

She crumpled over, knees buckling. All her energy zapped out of her as she held herself steady.

               Her mind was a mess, all these things she had forgotten to say. All these ‘could haves’ and ‘should haves’ but none taken to light.

               “Do you at least remember how we met?” she muttered to herself, voice thin.

               And in the end, she pushed herself back up, alone like she had been for the past decade, feeling the rough, uneven asphalt below her.

[zne-theartist]

Valentine’s Day Reunion

Link on AO3 | Boku no Hero Academia | Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou Summary:  Bakugou and Kirishima are on their way to a UA reunion and some punks decide to pick on Kirishima. Tags: Aged-Up, Valentine’s Day, Bakugou’s expletives

My Bakushima Valentine was @angel-shindo ! I hope you enjoy this! (I had to post early as I won’t be able to tomorrow but it is Valentine’s Day somewhere already!) I went with Romance and visibly protective Bakugou. I hope you like it! Thanks @bakushima-gift-exchange for hosting this event!

“Do we really have to go?” A pouty blonde grumbled as he fixed up his tie.

“Yes, yes we do.” The redhead slid over to help the blonde fix up his tie, smiling up at him. “Come on Katsuki, we’re going to be seeing all of our friends again.” Bakugou scoffed, eyes turning to the side.

“They still like you better.”

“That’s cause I’m not a grump when going to social gatherings.” Kirishima patted his chest, smoothing out the dark red shirt beneath the black tie and suit jacket. “Come on, we’ve got to get going.”

“We can be fashionably late.”

“They’ll already think that mister drama king.” Bakugou huffed again, but he grabbed up his wallet which he stuffed in his pocket, and his car keys. Kirishima put his own wallet in his pocket and grabbed up their apartment keys before he ruffled off Bakugou’s hair, fingers grazing over the high fade undercut before his wild blonde hair stood a mess. “You look good.” Bakugou’s eyes shifted to Kirishima, popping against the dark eyeliner around his eyes.

“You look divine.” Bakugou’s arm scooped around Kirishima’s waist and kissed him, the redhead’s lips turning a faded red as he took half his lipstick off. “Going to put your hair down or up?”

“Was thinking about a bun,” Bakugou’s hand slid up to touch Kirishima’s long red hair, well past his shoulders. He pushed the strands behind his ear.

“Let me help.” Bakugou took up a hair tie and grabbed a brush off their bedroom dresser, beginning to brush his hair higher and higher as he gathered it all together. Slowly he worked Kirishima’s hair through the hair tie then grabbed some bobby pins to make sure every stray hair was in place. “Perfect.”

“You’re the best.” He smiled back at him and Bakugou gave him another peck on the lips.

“Alright, since you look so good I guess we can go.”

“Oh is that so?” Kirishima laughed and Bakugou smacked his ass.

“Yeah, now move it, we’ve got to catch the train.” They left their apartment and headed to the train station not too far from them. Once the train came they hopped on and chose a seat to sit together, Bakugou holding Kirishima’s hand in his lap.

They had grown as friends while going through UA, and by the end of their first year had become best friends, close and in tune with each other perfectly. Who knows when they truly started dating, truly started caring for each other in a deeper sense of friends, it just came to be. But, they had made it officially known in their last year at UA, much to the happiness of their friends. Now, they were young men at the prime age of twenty-five where they were pro-heroes, living together, saving people, living their life happily. And, they were married.

Kirishima squeezed Bakugou’s hand as he stared at their hands, his wedding ring on his left hand, shining bright in Bakugou’s grip. Bakugou shut his eyes, relaxed and letting Kirishima lean his head against his shoulder, head propped up against his. They were both tired but committed. They were on their way to UA because their class was having a Valentine’s Day Anniversary party. Sure, it wasn’t any historical age since they graduated, but it had been ten years since they started UA training to be heroes and that was how UA did their reunions. Ten years since they had officially crossed paths.

“Isn’t that Lord Explosion Murder and Red Riot?” They could hear whispers from a group of high school kids, most likely on their way home from school or the arcade.

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t they married?”

“Why would Explosion Murder marry someone like Red Riot?” Bakugou frowned as soon as the words left the kid’s mouth, but he kept his eyes shut, better at controlling himself than in his younger days.

“What’cha mean?”

“All he can do is harden his skin like really? He’s like a rock that knows kung-fu.”

“Dude!”

“Seriously! He’s absolutely worthless. Other than being used as a shield what else can he do? He slows down every hero he works with. He’s bringing down Explosion Murder too!” The guys were laughing with their leading man jabbering away, talking down on Kirishima even though he was right there, honestly within ear shot, and honestly a little loud like he wanted the pro-hero to hear.

Kirishima kept his eyes down, squeezing Bakugou’s hand who squeezed his hand back tightly in return.

“Honestly only thing he’s good at is being held up and used as a shield for the real heroes.” Their laughter raised, filling the train car. Kirishima just took slow breaths, trying not to let the juveniles’ words get to him. Despite being older, he still had his self-esteem issues. He was better because of Bakugou helping him through it all, but he was still conscious, especially when it came to his quirk. He had trained extremely hard to get where he was now and to be a useful partner for Bakugou.

“Hey, assholes.” Bakugou’s one eye slid open, leveling a glare at the kids and catching their attention with his loud gruff voice. Kirishima squeezed his hand.

“Bakugou…” He didn’t want his lover to cause a public scene.

“Watch your fucking mouths. This guy is the best hero there fucking is. He’s saved me multiple times, and if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be alive today, time and time again.” Bakugou’s free hand was on his lap, upturned and cackling. “If it wasn’t for him I would’ve blown your shitty ass off the goddamn train. So watch your punk ass mouth before I actually move.”

The kids were definitely shut up now.

“Katsuki.” Kirishima whispered, kissing his shoulder, giving his hand another squeeze, unable to keep the smile from his lips. Bakugou standing up for him like this… It was one of the few times he ever got to witness. He knew people talked about them, would talk about rumors and such, and knew Bakugou the type to not stay quiet, but he was never there to witness it. He only witnessed it when Bakugou was pulling him out of his own dark thoughts.

“Like I’m gonna let some punk ass wannabe assholes call you anything but a godsend.” Bakugou huffed, resettling his head against Kirishima’s. “Y’know that if you weren’t here I would definitely fight them.”

“Katsuki they’re kids.”

“Still need to learn some fucking manners.”

“Like you were any better.”

“I was an asshole but never spoke like that about heroes and people’s quirks.” Kirishima hummed. That was true, and Bakugou had improved greatly since their time in UA. He had grown up, grown into an even better man. Kirishima loved that he had owned up to being an asshole, especially to Deku, and had changed himself. “You told me when I was an ass and I owned up to it. These punks won’t change if someone doesn’t beat their ass.” Kirishima laughed.

“Katsuki, really.” His free hand patted their entwined hands. Bakugou simply huffed, but he relaxed.

Thirty minutes later and they had reached the train station closest to UA. They exited and held hands as they made their way to the school. Of course reporters were waiting outside the school, no doubt to get a glimpse of the UA graduates, now heroes, returning. It would be a hot spot of heroes. And of course they were stopped as they tried to make it through the gates.

“Red Riot! Lord Murder Explosion!”

The chants surrounded them, some fans even mingled through the crowd of cameras and paparazzi. They were flushed with a few reporters, thankfully respectful of distance. It was almost like a red carpet event.

“How does it feel to be back at UA after only a few years?” Kirishima smiled charmingly.

“It honestly doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.” Kirishima laughed.

“We’ll just be shoving our achievements in each other’s faces like we’re fifteen years old again.” Bakugou commented with a scoff, to which Kirishima laughed.

“How has married life been with juggling the ever full hero work?” Another question rolled onto them.

“Easy.” Bakugou stated. “Eijirou’s my partner. I couldn’t even choose or ask for a better one. We work together then get to go home and relax together. It’s hard being a hero but we get to work through it together. Any issues we have we can always spar it out.” Kirishima smiled up at Bakugou, knowing he was giving the most lovey-dovey look ever but he couldn’t help it.

“Katsuki isn’t wrong. For us it’s rather easy. Taking on villains, saving people, then coming home to just have our time together. We balance it really well and I think that’s just the type of people we are.” Kirishima looked at the reporter and the cameras. “I know not everyone has it easy, and we still go through tough times sometimes, but we work it out and that’s the important part.”

They were bombarded with a few more questions about their recent fights before they heard their names being called.

“Bakugou. Kirishima.” Todoroki came down to them, hands in his suit pockets.

“Todoroki,” Kirishima smiled and Bakugou nodded. “Nice to see you.”

“Same to you both. Shall we head in? They’ll be starting soon.” They both agreed and turned to the reporters.

“Excuse us, it’s time we go inside.” Kirishima bowed politely and they then headed with Todoroki past the front gates and into UA towards the gymnasium which had been changed into a reception area, tables around for the meal they’d be eating, and a dance floor for the inevitable band that would be playing for them (no doubt Present Mic’s doing.) “It’s good to see you Todoroki, you’re looking good with your hair slicked back.”

“Your hair looks rather good long.” Todoroki nodded. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come for your Christmas party.”

“No problem.” Kirishima waved his hand, grinning. “We know you were busy.”

“Yeah, and it’s been busy with work too.” Bakugou spoke up finally in their light chatter as they mingled.

“Kirishima! Kaachan!” Deku’s voice rang out as he came over waving. He was chock full of scars and he was all smiles, hair still wild but longer. “Great to see you two again!”

“You too.” Kirishima smiled.

“We were just talking about the Christmas party.” Todoroki brought up.

“Ah, sorry again I was only able to come for a few hours.”

“It’s fine.” Bakugou said. “You were in between shifts. We’ve all been there.” Deku nodded, smiling. They all chatted lightly, but of course, there were more faces to be seen and they parted to greet more classmates. It wasn’t just their Class 1-A but all the students from their class were there.

After mingling All Might was there to deliver a speech, welcoming them back. Everybody was smiling, glad to see old friends and classmates again. Then they all sat down at the tables and were served dinner. There was more chatter and after about a courtesy hour to eat Present Mic and his band took to the stage and it became a party. They mainly stayed seated for a good part, chatting with Kendou and Monoma – Monoma and Bakugou trying to one up each other still with their achievements, but it was friendly banter.

“Come on,” Bakugou finally stood as a slow song came on, holding out his hand. “Let’s dance. I know your sappy ass wants to dance to slow songs.”

“Don’t lie, you like it too.” Kirishima smiled, taking his lover’s hand and letting him lead him onto the dance floor, throwing an apology over his shoulder to Kendou. Bakugou slid his arms around his waist once they found a spot, Kirishima’s arms around his neck, and they danced slowly from side to side, eyes locked as they took each other in.

“I love you.” Bakugou said, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too.”

“I love you so much. And I’m lucky, that I got to meet you here ten years ago. That I got the annoying wouldn’t-leave-me-the-hell-alone redheaded puppy clinging to me that wormed his way into my heart.”

“You needed me Katsuki.”

“Yes I did. You showed me everything. Y’know, my mom knew we were gonna stay together as soon as I brought you home to study that first time.”

“Really? This is the first of me hearing this.” Kirishima smiled.

“Yeah, she knew as soon as you walked through the door, smiling brightly behind me, that you were the one.”

“Aww.” Kirishima rubbed their noses against each other in a little eskimo kiss.

“She pulled me aside after you left and said I couldn’t let you go.” His arms squeezed around his waist, pulling Kirishima flush against him, their bodies still moving together. “I think I even knew I couldn’t let you go… but there were times I thought you’d run, that you had slipped through my grasp because I said something I didn’t mean to say when I was too emotional, but you came right back every time.”

“Your ever faithful love struck puppy.” Kirishima smiled. “You were so rough back then, but I could see you trying so hard. You just needed my hand.”

“Yes I did.” Bakugou looked down seriously at Kirishima. “And like I vowed, I will never let your hand go. I’ll always be here, to hold you up just like you have me.”

“Katsuki… you’ll start saying your vows all over again at this point.” Kirishima laughed. By this point they had stopped dancing, just holding each other in place. His hands slid down to feel the stubble on his jaw, smiling softly at him. “Being back here does bring back memories. I’m glad too, that I reached out to you. There was just something pulling me to you.”

“My rugged good looks?” Bakugou joked and Kirishima laughed rather loudly, getting some attention from people around them but then they ignored them for their own dance partners.

“Not totally wrong. You were such a handsome teenager.” He smiled, patting his cheeks. “Whatever pulled us together cannot break and I know we’ll get through every obstacle that comes our way like we have been doing now. I love you Katsuki.”

“I love you Eijirou…” Bakugou leaned down, capturing his lips in a slow kiss, squeezing him gently to him. After they kissed his hugged him, forehead against his shoulder. “I can’t wait to get home so I can really show you how much I appreciate you.”

“Well, maybe we can dip out early. But, you did promise me a dance, so that’s first.” Bakugou smiled against his shoulder before he straightened up, taking up his hand in his, hand on his waist, taking up a true formal dance position. He was going to give Kirishima the best dance ever.

“As you wish.”

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I really like your ageswap!au and lately I've been thinking about it a lot. I love angst so I have this scene in my head. In the future, old retired Izuku gets a phone call. Toshinori has been in a fight against all for one and has been really badly injured and is in the hospital. So he rushes over to the hospital maybe he meets Inko there and he learns about Toshis injury and is just crying cause he's scared Toshi will die.

Anon, dude, I’m so glad you’re liking the Ageswap AU!! :D I mean, we love it, so it’s real fun when you guys are having fun too. Also, holy shit, ur wrecking me with those thoughts, my dude. I really like them!

I don’t think it would be AfO dealing a blow like that on Toshinori in a distant-future thing though, because that particular fight is going to be big and spectacular and also probably include all of Ageswap 1-A bc there’s no way they’d let Toshinori square off without them. It’s a little too close to Canon!Toshinori’s story for my tastes, you know? But you know what me and @guardianlioness think works just as good? A scenario where Toshinori is a pro and is in a fight where the tide is against him, and in order to save people’s lives, he purposefully puts himself in the line of fire. 

We’ve actually talked a bit abt this scenario before too so I hope ur ready for this hypothetical Ageswap scenario to get much worse

Deku, as a person, is all rationality. That’s a fact of life. So when he gets a call from Inko while she should be on duty, her voice cool and professional (that’s her doctor voice, this is serious), he’s already bracing for it. The fight was on the news earlier - Toshinori was injured, her voice confirms in his ear. Observations come to him - the nearest hospital, the fact that Inko is talking to him rather than working on Toshinori, the doctors that would have been working with Inko when he arrived - and he worries, but he doesn’t panic. He takes the car (Inko didn’t take it today, decided to take public transit because the walk would be better) and doesn’t rush, because it would put everyone else at risk, and Inko doesn’t need another family member to worry about tonight. 

But Deku was a pro hero, Deku was a teacher, Deku is a father - he loves and fears and worries, yes, but he will believe in the only outcome possible. Toshinori will be okay.

His daughter is waiting, ready to meet him as soon as he walks through the doors. The details come forth immediately, clipped, detailed - she’s still wearing her scrubs, but the other nurses and doctors wave her off with Deku when she asks about other patients. All Might is the only severe injury they’ve gotten in that night, and family is important. If they need her later, they’ll call her. She wants to say no, that she’ll do her job, damn it, because this is what she went to school (to UA, to one of the most grueling programs there are for specialists in hero medicine) for, but her coworkers know how to get her to agree and she does, because she doesn’t want to leave Toshinori’s side either. 

Bless her heart, though - Inko called everyone, and soon that empty hospital room is full of familiar worried faces that find the scene of family lying on pale hospital sheets far too familiar. He swims in the bandages and pieces of gauze they’ve wrapped him in, mask fogging with every shallow breath. Heavy bruises peek through where the standard paper gown and strips of white don’t quite cover, his hair limp and without its trademark volume, dark bags clear on his face. Toshinori looks like a wreck.

Enji had been white when she came to guide them to the room. He stays just as pale when they walk in, whispering something under his breath that no one can hear. No one needs to mention, though, that he’s been saying the same thing since they got the news, over and over, like a mantra. Like a prayer. They don’t need to ask to know exactly what he’s whispering.

“He’ll live. He won, and he’ll pull through after this so we can all beat his ass for getting hurt and be relieved about it and go on with our lives together. He’ll live.”

Tensei and Nedzu are wound up like a pair of rubber bands, like they always are when they’re at the hospital, but they come like they always do, because some things are more important than fears and discomforts. Tensei calls Tenya once they arrive, to tell him about Toshinori’s condition, but when his older brother answers, his voice cracks. Hizashi shoves himself into Aizawa’s shoulder and refuses to move; Aizawa lets him, without any play at objection. When Nemuri takes one look at their friend and clutches Yu and Shinji’s hands hard enough to leave marks, they let her. The graduated class of 1-A lean on each other for support, but their eyes are only for Toshinori.

Naomasa comes in next, followed by Nana and Gran Torino. They’re grim, the three of them, and Nao looks like he’s yanking all his worry and panic and fear back by it’s damn teeth so it isn’t plastered all over his face. Deku takes one look at the kid (he isn’t really but everyone is a kid to Deku, they always will be) and pulls him under one arm, then levels a sweeping look at the rest of them and opens his other, which is as good an invitation as any. 

Even in old age, his arms are sturdy and feel like home.

That night it’s like they’re in UA again, piling onto the chairs and leaning on each other as they settle in to sleep. They’re all loathe to leave him alone right now, when he’s still in such a delicate state, but that’s not a possibility, not anymore; they have jobs, duties, obligations. Things they can’t leave to others to do for them, not for long. Tonight, though, tonight they’ll stay. They’ll stand guard and refuse to leave him alone, because they’re heroes, yes, but this is what they want to do as friends, as family, and they’ll come back as long as they’re needed. 

(And later, after days and a week of worry, of fear, of regular visits and quiet words exchanged in the silence they cannot stand, Toshinori pulls through, and wakes up for the first time. He will laugh and joke at the twenty-five faces he wakes up to, say “you didn’t think All Might would go down that easily, did you?”

They’re too busy jostling each other in joy, and crying (just a bit, they swear, but it isn’t), and repeating, over and over, “i’m glad you woke up”, not actually in those words exactly. There’s far more swearing and hugs and affectionately barbed phrases than entirely necessary, but that’s alright. 

Because he’s okay.)