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[tulippanes]

from the host: first and foremost, thank you all so much for 300 followers !!!!! omg i love you all so much and im so grateful for the support; i didn't do a milestone event for 100 & 200 because im all honesty i was scared and still felt pretty new😭 so this basically me stepping out of my comfort zone LMAO anyway plz join or i will deactivate out of embarrassment

welcome to Love Island, with your host, Dar! fiji is beautiful, isn't it? hope you had a safe trip because things are 'bout to get a little rowdy. here you will find love, possibly heartbreak, or maybe you'll find no one at all! who's to say when the future is unknown?

𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗳𝘂, 𝗝𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻…

Denki Kaminari, Izuku Midoriya, Tenya Iida, Hitoshi Shinso, Tomura Shigaraki, and Tamaki Amajiki

𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝘆𝗼𝗴𝗼 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲!

Yuu Nishinoya, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Asahi Azumane, So Inuoka, Kenma Kozume, Taketora Yamamoto, Morisuke Yaku, Koushi Sugawara, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Takahiro Hanamaki and Satori Tendou

YOUR SCENARIOS ARE...

1. You're coupled up! How does the first night go? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

2. Finding connection right away can be a little difficult to crack. What are ways he tried to bond with you? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

3. Aw, he's jealous of a new bombshell. What are his reactions? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

POST CASA AMOR:

1. You stick, he twists.. What's his response? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

2. He sticks, you twist.. What's he feeling? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

3. You stick, he sticks.. Penny for his thoughts? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗰, 𝗵𝘂𝗵?

Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Mirio Togata, Keigo Takami and Eijirou Kirishima

𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀, 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹.

Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Daichi Sawamura, Testurou Kuroo, Lev Haiba, Tooru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Koutarou Bokuto, Eita Semi, Atsumu Miya and Aran Ojiro

YOUR SCENARIOS ARE...

1. You catch his eye and he pulls you for a chat. How does it go? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

2. He tries to win you over, how so? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

3. It's up to the fans to vote who he couples up with.. and you're picked. What goes through his mind? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

POST CASA AMOR:

1. You stick, he twists.. What's his response? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

2. He sticks, you twist.. What's he feeling? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

3. You stick, he sticks.. Penny for his thoughts? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱?

Hanta Sero, Neito Monoma, Touya Todoroki, Shota Aizawa, Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum) and Atsuhiro Sako(Mr. Compress)

𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁

Issei Matsukawa, Akaashi Keiji, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Shinsuke Kita, Rintarou Suna and Osamu Miya

YOUR SCENARIOS ARE...

1. He flirts, of course he does, but how does he do it? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

2. Temptations, temptations, temptations.. just how tempting is he? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

3. He admits his connections with you, wanna know about it? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

POST CASA AMOR:

1. You stick with your original couple, how does he respond? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

2. You twist and couple up with him, what flows through his mind? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁. 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹!

can be any character listed above, or a mha/haikyuu character that wasn't listed! (will also accept characters from different media if wanted, i'll do my best to characterize them)

YOUR SPECIAL SCENARIOS ARE...

1. You're the bombshell! How swayed are they? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

2. It's Casa Amor week, you're time to shine! How will they react to your and your want to connect? 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 or 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

don't know how to request? no worries, we got you covered.

simply send an ask, examples provided down below:

the villa w/ izuku midoriya, scenario one, drabble bombshell katsuki, scenario one, oneshot casa amor w/ akaashi, scenario one, drabble

or maybe you want post casa? then just twist it up a little:

the villa w/ izuku midoriya, post casa amor scenario 1, drabble

scenarios with option of drabble or oneshot won't be written again once one option is chosen (i.e. if someone chose a oneshot for a scenario with a character, it won't be written again as a drabble with the same character)

characters who have been requested for all scenarios will be crossed out!

END OF EVENT: JULY 6TH 2025 (may be extended or shortened)

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im in the making of sumn😛

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄!

ft. your guide, dar

.𖥔 ݁ ˖❀ get to know your guide!

✦ ⋆ ࣪.✿ the brochure to widen your horizon

.𖥔 ݁ ˖❀ much to see, much to view

✦ ⋆ ࣪.✿ regulations, so you don't get kicked off

HAVE FUN AND ENJOY YOUR SUMMER!

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300 WHAT THANK U GUYS SO MUCH GUYS I LOVE U GUYS GUYS😫😫 i'll have a little something special out soon 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ thank u all sm again im so so grateful

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shoyo comfort oneshot is calling me

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𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆

xii. — plan b?

warnings: kys joke, cursing

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𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒:

• [name] handles the dog fights 50% of the time, the other 50% is yui

• call out for hajime was needed

• ex... mentioned again.....

• if it's pm in japan then it's am in argentina (i googled that)

• dog whisperers also are emotional support providers

a/n short chapter today i'll try to make the next one longer anyway im back (again) n it's summer break and i'm #GRADUATED so i'll be able to get out chapters quicker yippee (if i don't get burnt out or writer's block) also PLEASE let me know if u asked to be on the taglist but I haven't added you, i'm so disorganized so pls call me out for it LMAO

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p.s. those in blue couldn't be tagged!

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𝐏𝐑𝐎-𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐀𝐃

t. shoto x reader

. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: (maybe) ooc shoto . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: smau, fluff . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ a/n: pls ignore mistakes i did this on a whim bc writer's block (again)

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hii i was just wondering if i could request a second list of cheeky shoto head cannons? i really enjoyed the other ones you've made. if you do not want to do it again please feel free to ignore this request. thank you!!

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐘! 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈²

t. shoto x reader

pt. 1

. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 494 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: N/A . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: drabble, fluff . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ a/n: thank u for requesting this i loved writing the cheeky shoto drabble and i loved writing this one (i love shoto)

cheeky! shoto todoroki who sometimes acted upon instinct, such as having a sudden urge to touch you only to blame it upon you ‘having a spec of dust’; so he puts.

cheeky! shoto todoroki whose hand comes up to pat your head, an indication of when he’d proud of you… and sometimes an excuse to give you some affection when he wants to.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would huff and sigh to indicate that he wanted your attention. the two of you sat at the library, side by side as you both studied. well, really it was only you who was studying. shoto let out a quiet sigh. a couple minutes passed and another quiet sigh escaped past the bored boy. another couple minutes passed and this time he huffed as if he were frustrated.

just as he was about to sigh again, you quietly groaned in irritation and turned to look at him. “what is it?” you asked.

he met your gaze, slightly tilting his head to the side. a small hum can be heard from him, “..nothing.” you stared at him with exasperation and he returns your look with a small smile.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would act like he didn’t understand a certain problem or question on a worksheet only so you could deliberately get closer to him. he called out your name and you turn your head in response. “i don’t get this,” he said with furrowed brows.

“lemme see,” you replied. he pointed to the question he was ‘confused’ on and watched out of the corner of his eye as you drew nearer towards him. it was easy to for him hold back the little grin that tried to slip through.

cheeky! shoto todoroki who saw you in the halls early morning before class started, his legs automatically speeding up to catch up to you. he grabbed the handle of your backpack and spun you around so you faced him. he leaned in close, to the point where your noses almost touched. “good morning,” he whispered. he heard the way your breath hitched and he leaned back, walking past you and motioning for you to follow.

cheeky! shoto todoroki acted like he did something back there. (he in fact, did do something)

cheeky! shoto todoroki who would feed you the food himself whenever you asked for a bite from his. “here,” he bluntly stated as he held up his food to your mouth. you leaned back slightly in surprise, glancing between him and the food that he was holding up.

“let me–”

“eat it,” he interrupted you. you gave in (who can say no to that face, after all?) and took a bite from the food in his hand. you slowly chewed and watched as he looked proud of himself.

“you did that on purpose,” you said, words incoherent due to your mouth full of food.

he took a bite from his own food too, “don’t talk while chewing.”

[tulippanes]

guess who's now a graduate

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heh... so i lied i haven't posted NOTHING💔 i've been studying for my ap exam friday and this econ final project has me fucked up😐😐😐 it's my last full week and next week is grad week woo so i hope by next week or sometime in the weekend i'll be able to squeeze a little something before i'm officially free😛

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hi ive been a lil inactive again, it's almost graduation day for me in less than a month so assignments have been popping up left n right😫😫 i'll be back w a new chapter of nasty dog this week 🙇🏻‍♀️

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𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘.

katsuki b. x reader

. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 711 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: N/A . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: mini oneshot, light angst

Katsuki hated birthdays, rather his birthday specifically. He found it annoying how much of a big deal it was always made out to be. Well, at least he could understand why. Everyone only has one birthday so of course most would make a big deal out of them. You seemed to love birthdays, the complete opposite of what he thought. He remembers when you found out when his birthday was and how it just so happened to be the day of.

“It’s today,” he answered when you asked when his birthday was. He watched as your jaw dropped and you sputtered.

You gaped at him, “Huh?! Seriously? Why didn’t you tell me?!” He shrugged, he simply didn’t care all that much. He was never fond of his birthday, not like when he was younger.

“Let’s go get you a cake!” you declared while you stood up from your seat. He was about to protest, tell you it didn’t matter and he didn’t even like his own birthday anyway. But for some reason that determination in your expression had him hesitating. He couldn’t have declined, so he guesses he’ll just indulge this once. He didn’t realize it then, how it’d turn into a little tradition. You’d buy him the same exact cake from a corner bakery every year for his birthday. The cake that he’d told you was too sweet, but would still eat anyway because you were the one who bought it for him.

“What’d you wish for?” you questioned after he blew out his candles. You always made him blow out candles and he got used to it. But this was the first time you asked what his wish was. Maybe his eyes were closed for a little too long.

He was about to say it, before you cut him off. You waved a hand as you turned away from him. “Wait! Don’t tell me, cause then it won’t come true,” you said.

“You seriously believe in that crap?”

“Crap?! You’re the one who makes a wish anyway! Besides, you never know if it’ll actually come true. Now hurry and cut the cake. I’m craving something extra sweet today,” you chirped. He huffed at your words, they were ridiculous. Yet even as he thought so, he felt himself cracking a smile when he cut the cake to give you your slice. He found himself being selfish for his birthday that year, wishing that he could spend all of his days with you; just like this. You talking nonsense to his ear until it falls off and him still listening all the while.

Perhaps selfishness took over, his greed was too strong to bear. A year where you were still supposed to be by his side, the day in which he needed you the most but all he could feel was the ghost of your presence. For once, he’d been the one bought that stupid overly sweet cake and those dumb candles you’d always gotten him. He sat and stared at the candles he lit himself that stuck out of the cake. The fire feeling too warm with its illuminating light much too bright. As he closed his eyes, it was almost as if he could hear you telling him to blow out his candles.

So he did and he made his wish too. He slowly opened his eyes that immediately zeroed in on the now blown out candles. Now he thought it was too cold, too dark and lonely. This was stupid, dumb, idiotic. But you never thought it was, you’d never even think of this being stupid because you liked his birthday. And, even if he didn’t want to admit it, at some point you made him like his birthday too.

He hated that he did, that you made him look forward to April 20th each year, just so he could see your dumb face all giddy and excited. Because you were the one who had him having a drop of hope, an inkling of belief, that there was a chance of his wish coming true. The one wish that he’d always thought of every year on his birthday when he blew out his candles and the same wish that would never came true.

Katsuki Bakugou hates his birthday.

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explosive hearts: a bday surprise ꣑ৎ

𖤐 synopsis: the explosive hero-in-training reluctantly endures a surprise birthday party organized by his classmates, but finds genuine joy in the thoughtful gift and quiet moments shared with you.

𖤐 trigger warnings: fluff

𖤐 pairing: katsuki bakugou x gender neutral! reader (post-relationship)

the hallways of ua were surprisingly quiet as you made your way toward the heights alliance dormitory, clutching a small package wrapped in black paper with tiny orange explosion patterns. your heart hammered in your chest, almost rivaling the explosive quirk of the boy whose birthday it was today.

katsuki bakugou. april 20th.

you'd been planning this for weeks—the perfect gift, the right moment to give it to him, and most importantly, how to survive the encounter without becoming a victim of his infamous temper. dating bakugou for the past few months had been an adventure, to say the least. beneath that prickly exterior was someone fiercely loyal and determined, someone who pushed you to be better every day.

but that didn't make his birthday any less intimidating.

---

the morning had started with a flood of texts from your classmates, all coordinating for bakugou's "surprise" party—a surprise he'd undoubtedly see coming from a mile away.

"remember, 5 pm sharp!" mina had texted, followed by a string of explosion emojis. "and don't tell him!"

you'd spent your free period between classes frantically wrapping his gift, your mind replaying memories of how your relationship with the explosive hero-in-training had evolved.

it had begun during joint training sessions three months ago. you'd been paired together for combat practice, and unlike others who hesitated around his fiery temper, you stood your ground.

"you're not going to beat a villain by holding back, so don't hold back with me!" you'd challenged him.

he'd looked shocked for a moment before that trademark smirk spread across his face. "fine by me. don't cry when you lose!"

to everyone's surprise (especially his), you'd managed to hold your own. not win—bakugou was too skilled for that—but you'd impressed him. and impressing bakugou katsuki was no small feat.

after training, he'd cornered you in the hallway.

"you. train with me tomorrow," he'd demanded, more than asked.

and so began your regular training sessions, which gradually transformed from strictly professional to something more personal. you noticed how he'd adjust his techniques to help you improve, how his criticism, while blunt, was always constructive. the way his eyes lingered on you when he thought you weren't looking.

your first kiss had been after a particularly grueling session. both of you, sweaty and exhausted, had collapsed against the gym wall. you'd turned to say something, only to find his face inches from yours, those intense crimson eyes studying your face with an unfamiliar softness.

"you're not half bad," he'd mumbled, and then his lips were on yours, rough and demanding yet surprisingly gentle.

since then, your relationship had been as explosive and intense as the boy himself—full of heated arguments, passionate make-up sessions, and quiet moments of understanding that no one else got to see.

and now, his birthday was here, and you wanted it to be special.

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according to kirishima, bakugou hated celebrations focused on him. "too much damn attention," he'd growl. yet you knew he secretly appreciated the acknowledgment—just not the fuss.

as you approached his door, voices from inside made you pause.

"deku, get that stupid banner out of my face!"

"but kacchan, it's your special day! everyone pitched in to—"

"i don't care! i didn't ask for this!"

"come on, man!" kirishima's cheerful voice. "it's just a small party! even all might sent you a card!"

you winced. so much for your plan to have a quiet moment with him. class 1-a had apparently beaten you to the punch with a surprise party. for a moment, you considered turning back, waiting until later when the chaos had died down.

"where's [y/n]?" bakugou's gruff question made you freeze. "if you extras dragged everyone here but didn't tell [y/n], i'm blowing this whole damn dorm up."

your heart fluttered. he was looking for you?

taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. the room fell silent instantly.

the door flew open to reveal bakugou himself, hair wild as always, crimson eyes narrowing when he saw you. behind him, the entire class froze in various stages of party preparation. midoriya was hanging a crooked "happy birthday" banner, kirishima and sero had armfuls of snacks, and ashido was attempting to set up a small music system. kaminari was in the corner, tangled in what appeared to be extension cords, while todoroki stood awkwardly by the window, holding a small wrapped gift.

"there you are," bakugou grumbled, something like relief crossing his features before his scowl returned. "these idiots decided to invade my room."

"happy birthday, katsuki," you said softly, holding out the small package. "i was hoping to catch you alone, but..."

his eyes darted to the gift, then back to your face. without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.

"hey!" came the muffled protests from inside.

"kacchan! we spent hours decorating!"

"bakugou, that's rude!" you chided, but couldn't help smiling. this was so like him.

"they can wait," he said, crossing his arms. "i've been dealing with their birthday crap all day. first, round face and deku ambushed me at breakfast with some homemade card that looked like a five-year-old made it. then glasses gave me some lecture about 'the importance of commemorating one's date of birth with proper reflection.' as if i give a crap."

you laughed, imagining iida's serious expression as he delivered what was probably a well-intentioned speech.

"then all might sent me a card with some american superhero on it," bakugou continued, rolling his eyes, though you noticed he didn't sound quite as annoyed about that one. "and now they've taken over my room like it's their right. i haven't had five minutes to myself all day."

"want me to come back later?" you asked, though you were disappointed at the thought.

"no," he said quickly, almost too quickly. his cheeks colored slightly as he realized his eagerness. "i mean, you're already here, so whatever."

"smooth recovery," you teased.

"shut up," he growled, but there was no real heat behind it.

"here," you said again, pushing the package toward him. "it's not much, but i thought you might like it."

he took it with surprisingly gentle hands, turning it over once before carefully tearing the wrapping paper. inside was a custom-made training journal, bound in leather with his hero name embossed on the cover in orange lettering. when he opened it, the first page had a handwritten note from you.

"to become the number one hero, you need to keep track of what works. no one works harder than you, katsuki. happy birthday. - [y/n]"

the rest of the pages were specially formatted for training regimens, with sections for technique improvements, quirk developments, and combat strategies. you'd also included some analysis of his recent fights from the training exercises, with your own observations on what made his moves effective.

in the very back, hidden between the last page and the cover, was a photo you'd secretly taken during one of your training sessions. bakugou was mid-explosion, his face lit by the orange glow of his quirk, a fierce grin of pure joy on his face. it captured everything you loved about him—his power, his passion, his absolute certainty in his own abilities.

bakugou was silent for so long that you started to worry.

"if you don't like it, i can get something—"

"shut up," he interrupted, but his voice lacked its usual bite. he was still staring at the journal, running his thumb over the embossed letters. his eyes had found the hidden photo, and you saw his expression soften in a way that made your heart race. "this is... good. really good."

coming from bakugou, that was equivalent to anyone else's effusive praise.

"you actually put thought into this," he continued, glancing up at you. "not just some random crap like the extras in there."

"well, i know how serious you are about becoming the best," you replied. "and you deserve tools that match your ambition."

something changed in bakugou's expression then—a softening around the eyes, a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. before you could react, he'd stepped forward, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck.

"you get me," he said quietly, almost wonderingly. "everyone else just sees the explosions."

"i see all of you, katsuki. the good, the bad, and the explosive."

he laughed then—a rare, genuine sound that made your heart soar. "damn right you do."

his kiss caught you by surprise, fierce and passionate like everything he did, yet with an underlying tenderness that he showed to no one else. you melted into it, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer, his free hand sliding to the small of your back.

the door suddenly flew open, and you both sprang apart to find kirishima grinning at you.

"sorry to interrupt, lovebirds, but we've got cake melting in here. very unmanly to waste good food."

bakugou's face flushed red—from embarrassment or anger, you couldn't tell. "hair-for-brains! ever heard of privacy?"

kirishima just laughed. "come on, birthday boy. everyone's waiting."

"don't call me that," bakugou growled, but he didn't protest further. instead, he tucked the journal carefully into his pocket and took your hand, his palm warm against yours. "those idiots in there probably got a cake or something. might as well not let it go to waste."

it was as close to "thank you for the party" as bakugou would ever get.

"lead the way, birthday boy," you teased.

he growled at the nickname but didn't let go of your hand as he pushed the door open, facing his classmates with what could almost be described as tolerance. "alright, you extras! let's get this over with!"

---

the party was actually fun, even by bakugou's standards, though he'd never admit it out loud. the cake was spicy chocolate—someone had done their research—and even the gifts showed that his classmates knew him better than he gave them credit for.

kirishima had gotten him a set of premium hand weights. "for when you can't get to the gym, bro!"

todoroki, surprisingly, had gifted him a high-end knife set. "you mentioned wanting to improve your cooking skills," he'd said simply, ignoring bakugou's suspicious glare.

midoriya's gift—a limited edition all might collectible that bakugou had been eyeing for months—almost caused another explosion, but you saw how carefully he set it aside rather than throwing it away.

but as the celebration continued, you noticed how he kept the journal close, occasionally touching his pocket as if to make sure it was still there. and throughout the evening, his eyes would find yours across the room, that rare smile appearing just for you.

at one point, kaminari suggested party games, which led to an intense round of "truth or dare."

when it was bakugou's turn, ashido grinned mischievously. "truth! when did you realize you liked [y/n]?"

the room fell silent, everyone waiting for the inevitable explosion. but bakugou just scoffed, his eyes finding yours.

"when they didn't back down during training," he said bluntly. "most people either fear me or try to 'fix' me. [y/n] just told me to bring it on." he paused, then added with a smirk, "plus, they called deku an annoying fanboy once, and that's when i knew it was meant to be."

"hey!" midoriya protested as everyone else burst into laughter.

you remembered that moment—it had been after midoriya had spent fifteen minutes analyzing bakugou's fighting style in excruciating detail, stars in his eyes the entire time.

"he's brilliant, but doesn't he ever turn it off?" you'd whispered to bakugou, who had looked at you with newfound respect.

the game continued, and by the time it circled back to you, most of the class had either embarrassed themselves or revealed surprising secrets. sero had admitted to using his tape to cheat on a middle school test. todoroki confessed he secretly enjoyed romantic comedies. uraraka had been dared to float iida around the room like a balloon.

"[y/n], truth or dare?" kirishima asked.

"truth," you decided, not trusting the gleam in his eye.

"what's your favorite thing about our explosive friend here?" he gestured to bakugou, who looked like he was considering murder.

you thought for a moment, aware of bakugou's eyes on you. "his determination," you finally said. "when katsuki decides to do something, nothing stops him. it's inspiring." you met his gaze across the circle. "and he pushes me to be better too."

something flashed in those crimson eyes—surprise, pleasure, and something deeper that made your pulse quicken.

"damn right i do," he said, but his voice was softer than usual.

---

the party started winding down around midnight. aizawa had stopped by briefly—"just making sure you're not destroying the building"—and seemed satisfied that the celebration was relatively controlled, at least by class 1-a standards.

as people began to leave, you started helping clean up, gathering paper plates and cups.

"leave it," bakugou said, coming up behind you. "they made the mess, they can clean it."

"that's not very heroic," you teased.

"neither is trashing someone's room for a party they didn't ask for," he retorted, but there was no real anger in his voice. in fact, he seemed almost... content? it was a strange look on bakugou's usually scowling face.

most of the class said their goodbyes, until only kirishima, midoriya, and a few others remained to finish cleaning.

"we'll handle the rest," kirishima said with a knowing grin, nudging midoriya who was obliviously gathering balloons. "you two probably want some time alone."

"mind your own business, shitty hair!" bakugou barked, but he didn't disagree.

taking your hand, he led you out of the dorm and onto the balcony at the end of the hallway. the night was clear, stars visible above the ua campus, a gentle spring breeze carrying the scent of cherry blossoms.

"thanks," he said abruptly, leaning against the railing. "for the journal. it's... exactly what i needed."

"you're welcome," you replied, standing beside him, your shoulders almost touching. "i'm glad you like it."

"and for not making a big deal about today," he added, turning to face you. "everyone else acts like i should be dancing around because i managed not to die for another year."

you laughed. "that's one way to look at birthdays."

"the only way that makes sense," he insisted. "but... i guess it's not terrible having people acknowledge it. even if they're annoying about it."

coming from bakugou, this was practically a heartfelt speech of gratitude.

"next year," he said in a low voice, moving closer so that his arm pressed against yours, "just you and me. no extras."

your heart skipped. next year. he was already thinking about spending his next birthday with you.

"it's a date," you promised, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you.

he turned to face you then, expression serious. "you know i'm not good at this... feelings crap."

"you don't say," you teased gently.

he glared, but there was no real heat behind it. "i'm trying to say something here."

"sorry," you said, fighting a smile. "go on."

he took a deep breath, as if preparing for battle. "you're important to me. more than... well, more than anyone. and i'm going to be the number one hero someday, which means i need people i can trust at my side. people who push me. people who understand me." his eyes locked with yours. "that's you."

coming from bakugou, this was equivalent to a passionate declaration of love.

"katsuki..." you began, emotion thick in your voice.

"don't get all sappy on me," he warned, but his hand found yours, fingers intertwining. "just... be there. keep training with me. keep challenging me."

"always," you promised. "as long as you do the same for me."

a genuine smile spread across his face—not his battle-hungry grin or his triumphant smirk, but something softer and more rare. "deal."

then he was kissing you again, one hand cupping your face, the other at your waist pulling you closer. you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the solid warmth of him against you, the subtle scent of nitroglycerin and something uniquely bakugou enveloping you.

when you broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, those crimson eyes unusually gentle.

"best birthday," he admitted grudgingly.

"just wait until next year," you promised with a smile.

he grinned, that familiar confidence lighting his features. "it better be even more explosive."

"with you, katsuki, how could it be anything else?"

as the stars shone overhead and the distant sounds of your classmates echoed from inside, you stood in comfortable silence with the boy who had captured your heart with his explosive determination and hidden tenderness.

loving katsuki bakugou wasn't easy—it was challenging, frustrating, and sometimes downright infuriating. but as he stood beside you, his hand warm in yours, you wouldn't have it any other way. because beneath all the explosions and anger was a heart that beat just for you, and a promise of many more birthdays to come.

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[tulippanes]

loser barista izuku ♥︎ scribbles notes in chicken scratch on your drinks on days he notices you aren’t as peppy. “you’re doing better than you think”, “proud of you”, “green looks good on you.” -> the last one finally piques your interest. you say hi the next day; he blushes so hard he drops your change.

but his reserve lasts about two days. the following week, he starts getting smart-mouthed.

“interesting outfit choice,” he greets from behind the espresso machine as you stare down a stain by the register. “your usual?”

you raise an eyebrow. “interesting how?” the milk frother sputters from across the room. “..yeah.”

he tucks a napkin under your coffee before sliding it across the table, fingers leaving tiny smudges where his palm meets the worn wood. “just bold, is all.”

“huh.” you take the drink from him, the cup’s rim kissed by condensation. “and by that you mean?”

“told you I liked you in green last week,” he bags a pastry for you, “you’re wearing green today.”

“here. on the house.”

the bag he’s still holding out to you is already bleeding grease into the bottom. there’s a freckle by his jaw twitching every time he clenches it. dork.

you take it from him carefully. your fingers touch.

“I’m starting to think you just like me.”

he looks relieved. “took you long enough.”

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𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆

xi. — operation failed

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Hajime was pumped up, and it’s obvious that he is. He’s running the treadmill a little faster today and his form feels nothing less than perfection. In short, he’s feeling good. He’s feeling himself. Issei and Takahiro watch their friend from afar, doing another workout machine on the opposite side of the gym. They’ve been staring at him for a hot minute now but he seems to be too into his own world to notice.

“Are you guys still staring at him?” Tooru asks as he grabs his phone and angles it to his face. He’s on facetime with Issei’s phone this time. Since he said, quote, “Takahiro’s way of showing the camera something is like those middle school fight videos,” end quote. He left to make himself something to drink and came back to see those two still watching Hajime.

Issei looks down at his phone that was in his hand and flips the camera, bringing it up so Hajime is in view. “Look at him,” he says.

“He’s motivated,” Tooru hums.

“I’m so proud,” Takahiro sighs and shakes his head, wiping away an invisible tear from the corner of his eye.

Tooru nods, wistfully adding, “He’s come a long way.”

“He hasn't even asked for her number yet,” Issei states.

“Don’t jinx it,” Tooru and Takahiro say at the same time. Issei rolls his eyes and waves the two off. How dramatic. He wasn’t going to jinx things. Probably. Er, hopefully.

“Hey.” Issei and Takahiro jolt at the sudden voice that came from behind them, whipping their heads around to see Hajime. His figure glistens with sweat with his cheeks slightly flushed as he catches his breath after being on the treadmill, a towel draped around his neck.

Takahiro mutters, “Is this what fan service looks like?”

“Yes,” Issei replies.

“Stop it,” Hajime huffs. Tooru can be heard snickering over Issei’s phone. Hajime checks the time on his own device, staring at it for an unusually long second before stuffing it back into the pocket of his shorts. “Let’s go,” he says. He was quick to leave his friends behind and heads straight towards the gym’s entrance. Issei and Takahiro glance at each other before instantly following him not long after.

Hajime swings the door open and exits the gym, turning and walking to the Bone Zone. He stops mid step once he sees a certain someone in the near distance. Takahiro and Issei already caught up to him and the two stop mid step as well. He looks over his shoulder and at his friends, “You two wait here.” He takes a step forward then pauses again. “I mean it,” he glares at them before walking ahead.

“..Should we listen?” Takahiro asks. Issei looks at him before the two guys look at his phone screen, Tooru staring back at them.

“Be inconspicuous,” Tooru affirms.

You left at your usual time rather than earlier. It’s hard to understand why you’ve been walking the dogs earlier these past few days. Maybe it’s because of that time you walked with Hajime to the park, maybe you’ve been leaving early in hopes to catch him.

Tadashi is putting ridiculous thoughts in your head.

You blink out of your daydreaming when you hear Hank yip and start tugging at his leash. “Hey, what-” You look forward only to see the exact man you were just thinking about. Hajime approaches you, though a little awkwardly if you could assume. You look behind you, you were a good distance away from the Bone Zone. Still, even though you are out of sight it didn’t hurt to be cautious. Having to deal with the others finding out you’ve kind of, not really, been meeting up with Hajime will cause them to lose their minds. Koushi already knowing is enough for you.

It’s a little funny, acting like Hajime is your little secret or something. You just don’t want them berating you about getting back into dating. It’s easier for you to go at your own pace.

“Haji,” you smile. Hajime stops in front of you just as you stop in front of him. Hank yips again, tugging at his leash and jumping up. Hajime leans down and pets the corgi, then petting Lucky, then Zuzu. It was a cute sight.

“Not heading to the park?” he asks.

You shake your head, “I was gonna make a couple rounds around the neighborhood instead.” He hums in response, giving the three dogs a bit more affection before standing back up.

“I can walk with you if you want,” he says. It was kind of him to offer but you can’t help but feel a little guilty.

“It’s fine, I’ve already took up too much of your time in the past. I don’t wanna take any more.”

“Didn’t I tell you last time I had fun? I like spending time with you,” Hajime asserts. It’s odd, hearing such a nice statement like that. Maybe because you used to be made to believe that you weren’t enjoyable at all. All because of a loser of a guy, gross. You don’t think like that anymore, even if sometimes it’ll pop back into your head every now and then. But you don’t want to think that way. So hearing that come from someone else’s mouth, especially him, makes you feel… Really good.

You feel your face start to warm and you clear your throat. “Oh, well, uhm..” What are you supposed to say to that? ‘I really like your company too’? Oh, well you could say that. “I really like hanging out with you too. Hank probably agrees,” you say as you motion to said dog. You see a grin creep up on his mouth.

“Coming back from the gym again?” you question.

He nods, “Yeah, I parked my car nearby here since there wasn't much parking spots near the gym earlier.” Bold faced lie, but you don't need to know that.

Issei and Takahiro did, in fact, not stay put. The two were hiding behind a car that was close enough to see Hajime talking, but far enough to not be seen. At least, not immediately. Issei peeks out from behind the car, pointing his phone at Hajime’s direction so Tooru could see. “I don't think he’s asked yet,” he mutters.

“Ugh, what's taking him so long?” Takahiro groans.

“There has to be a build up,” Tooru says. Issei nods in agreement. He then abruptly crouches down and Takahiro raises a brow.

“What?”

“I almost got caught.”

Hajime looks around as if he felt eyes on him. “Is something wrong?” He hears her ask as he simply shakes his head. Weird. He did feel like someone was watching him but maybe it was his imagination.

“I wanted to ask you something, actually,” he states. He saw her today, which means today has to be his lucky day. If he doesn't do it now then who knows when exactly he’ll be able to ask for her number. She was looking at him expectantly.

“I was wondering if–” The sound of a phone going off is heard and it cuts him off. She sheepishly smiles at him and takes out her phone, seemingly putting it on silent then putting it away

“Sorry.”

“No, it's fine. I just wan–” Ding.

Then again, and again, and again. Who the hell is sending messages that fast? He can see the annoyance etching on her face. She takes out her phone once more and he can see her expression change to one of a sense of urgency. “I have to head back,” she quickly says.

“Did something happen?” he asks. He can feel his luck evaporating.

“Dog fight,” she says. Well, not exactly what he was expecting. “I’m sorry. Tell me next time, okay? Have a good day!” She rushes off with a quick goodbye, his eyes following her as she disappears inside the Bone Zone with the three dogs. He admits, he's a little disheartened that he wasn't able to ask. Maybe those three dumbasses really are bad luck.

Speaking of, he can feel that he's being watched again. He turns and spots a flash of black and pink hair behind a nearby car. Of course they wouldn't listen. He heads towards the parking lot and circles around the car. “Didn't I tell you two to stay put?” he says, unamused by their antics.

“Tooru told us to,” Issei and Takahiro say at the same time as they point at Issei’s phone.

“What?!” Tooru yells.

“Go home,” Hajime tells them. He strides towards his car, which was on the other side of the lot, listening to his two friends whispering behind him while they followed. Issei did park his car close to his. He can hear Tooru chip in at times. Next time, next time he’ll definitely ask with no interruptions. He just hopes he won't have to wait too long.

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒:

• Hajime confirms all three friends are bad luck

• The dog fight was in fact alleviated

• The dog whisperers are in fact dog whisperers

• You did most of the mediating

• You enjoy Hajime's company, that alone makes up 99% of the fact that he wasn't able to ask for your number

• Issei and Takahiro forced him out for ice cream again

a/n hi... it's been over a year (three months) im so sososososo sorry for coming out with this chapt wayy later than expected 😭 ive been so busy and unmotivated, ive just recently gotten my motivation again and im aiming to get chapters out weekly or (if im pushing it) every other day, if there's any mistakes lmk bc i wrote this at 12 am and haven't proofread !!

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[tulippanes]

guess what im posting tmr (hint: starts with nasty and ends with dog)

[tulippanes]

could I get cheeky!Amajiki? 🙏🙏

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐘! 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈

a. tamaki x reader

. ݁₊ ⊹⁀ word count: 535 . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ warnings: possibly ooc . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ type: drabble, fluff . ݁₊ ⊹⁀ a/n: i hope i did him justice i haven't written for him in a long long time, this was so fun to write tho !!!

cheeky! tamaki amajiki whose hand would graze yours anytime you walked side by side together. but not on purpose, no, how could this man ever do such a thing on purpose? he’s just fidgety, that's all. right?

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would take a bite of the food you were offering from your hand. you held out your popsicle, a new flavor you decided to try out. “want some?” you asked. it was expected he'd take it from your hand, but instead he leaned over and took a bite while you were still holding it. “it’s cold,” he muttered as he felt a sharp iciness sting his teeth. you sat there, blinking at him while he continued to eat his own popsicle.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who went home after and face planted onto his bed, his mind replaying what he had done over and over again. he almost wanted to die of embarrassment. but he also kind of liked the look on your face, so he guesses it wasn't so bad.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would grow used to your praises and maybe, maybe not, purposefully accomplish something to gain it. “i did better on this exam than the last,” he muttered like he didn't study even harder this time. he glanced at you, your eyes met his which caused him to look away. “yeah? i told you you could do it! you’re really smart, y’know? i should get you a little treat since you improved,” you chirped. a tiny little smile appeared on his lips, his cheeks grew warm.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would tug you a little closer to him by your sleeve if you strayed just a bit too far. he blamed it on the fact that he “wants you beside him because you make him less anxious than he usually is.” which is true, but maybe he also wants you near him just because.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who would make any excuse to stay with you longer, no matter how ridiculous his reasoning was. “it’s getting late, maybe we should head home,” you hummed as you watched another store at the shopping center lock up for the night. internally, tamaki panicked before blurting, “why don't we get a pastry?”

you looked over at him and tilted your head to the side. “aren't most bakeries closed now?” you asked. he shook his head, albeit a little vigorously.

“i know a place that stays open until late at night. we can go there,” he paused before retracting, “only– uhm, only if you want to. i usually need something sweet before i sleep at night so that why i suggested it but we don't have to. you're probably tired and don't–” your laughter cut him off and he almost melted right then and there. you smiled at him before nodding and agreeing. he counted it as a victory that night.

cheeky! tamaki amajiki who really, really does like you a lot.