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Sanemi, deciding to become a teacher: "I like making people miserable, and you know what does that best?"

Shinobu: "Giyuu?"

Sanemi: "MATH"

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This is an amazing fanfic y’all should def read it 😭😭❤️

okay i don't know shit about volleyball sorry but it's a hs au miruko x reader “tutoring” volleyball as requested by @unsweetenedcoco .

this is based off a real experience i had in phys. ed a long time ago when i banged heads with another girl really hard and my teacher had to take me to the nurse.

crazy kick - miruko x f!reader

words: 1.5k

genre: fluff, spoiler-free

“hey y/n, are you sure you're okay? the ball hit you pretty damn hard yanno..”

“huhn… ball, what. is that you rumi..”

“yeah, hiya. are you up?”

your eyes adjust to the artificial room light, everything feels woozy. you swing your head around in two directions only seeing the plain white walls, looking around for the source of the voice until you see the two familiar ears of a bunny girl peeking out and lifting up in reaction to your awakened-ness.

“jeez i’m glad you’re awake y/n i thought i KILLED ya’, you were about to make me cry. and i never cry, ever.”

rubbing the top of your head in confusion, you literally can’t remember what happened at all. a keyboard in the back is clicking away, from someone in the infirmary, probably recording whatever just happened.

“why would you be crying.. what happened.”

the keyboard clicking stops, someone is pushing back their chair with that ugly scree of steel seat legs scraping the ground.

“do ya not remember? we were in the gym practicing for tryouts and-”

a pen clicks.

“oh my, not a good sign. sorry but i have some questions for y/n, rumi please come back in a few minutes to take her to class.”

“yes ma’am, bye y/n, i’m REALLY sorry about what happened by the way and, just and i didn’t-”

rumi thumps her feet nervously, scratching the back of her head, and making a face that says yikes. “just, get well soon, i’ll be back for ya’, kay’?”

she totters out the infirmary, followed by recovery girl ushering her out and shutting the door gently behind her.

recovery girl shakes her pen, jotting down a doctor’s note for you on her short way back to your patient’s bed;

y/n was hit hard in the head at volleyball practise with rumi, may need to be cautious of her in class, don’t allow her in any hard activities during periods 3 and 4.

which i guess you’ll be giving it to your teacher later.

“okay ms. y/n, so you passed out. you know this right?”

“yes miss.”

“okay very good. do you know why you passed out?’

“uh okay so rumi said, i got hit in the head with a ball during volleyball practice? so thats my best guess.”

here comes that yikes face again. she makes another jot note of this:

does not remember getting hit.

“okay so based off what you’re saying you passed out, and you dont remember how you ended up here. do you remember what was going on before you got hit?”

“umm no miss, like i know i showed up to practice with rumi and i know i got hit.”

“okay y/n and just for good measure, some rapid fire questions, what’s your name?”

“.....y/n l/n.”

“what time is it?”

“not sure miss, i’d probably need a watch. when i left for practice maybe 11:30.”

“check, okay last question and you’re almost free from me, how many fingers am i holding up?”

she smiles holding up three fingers, you giggle it’s kinda silly but okay fair.

“three miss.”

“perfect, so i’m gonna get out of your hair for now but just a few things first. y/n, you may have a minor to mild concussion, its not super serious, but it can’t be fixed by my quirk. so unfortunately for you you’ll have to take it to the doctors.”

okay this is a yikes, you got a concussion? who volleys a ball that fucking hard? like what.

“well, is it bad, will i be fine to go to class?”

“i’m going to send you back to class, but you’re ordered not to do anymore training or physical work, you may end up feeling the symptoms later, and oh that brings me to this,”

returning to her desk she grabs a big fat ugly bright pink sticker, she fills in your name and your class, peels it out of the sticker paper and hands it to you.

“put this on for me please, here’s what it says;

Hi, i’m y/n l/n from class 1B. I hit my head recently, if you see me acting strange, looking dizzy or looking to pass out, please take me to the nurse's office in room 143.

just to make sure people are looking out for you while you're hurt okay? and one more thing, have a responsible buddy with you throughout the day that won’t leave you alone. rumi seems ready to do it so you should let her walk you to class, to training and back home for the day alright? sounds good? perfect, lets get you up and out.”

⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳

shutting the recovery girls door behind you, you see rumi sitting and thumping her foot again, super aggressively, biting on her thumb nail. only stopping to notice that you’re back.

“well, are you okay? is it that bad? don’t leave me nervous in wait dammit, what’s the deal with your head? i can handle it, from now on i’ll wheel you to school in my wagon, in the halls you can piggyback and when i leave for class-”

you scratch your head at that one. isn’t that a bit too much for her?

“well shucks, but it’s just a, ‘minor to mild’ concussion. but i guess i might take you up on the piggyback. heh, for now i do need a buddy, so recovery girl says.”

you breathe out a smile at her offer, man what other girl would offer you an opportunity like that one. rumi is unmatched as a girl that makes you feel extra appreciated. she smiles, at least confident in that you want a piggyback ride.

“okay if you say so, for now i’m your buddy, so y/n if you’ll do me the honours.”

smirking in, gesturing for you to link arms with her. and you do, not right after the suggestion, but when it settles in that she actually would like to do so. yeah, kinda like buddies do sometimes.

casually strolling your way down the hall with your doctors note, or more appropriately; your free late pass to class, rumi voices her relief with you being somewhat okay, and likely to recover.

“boy am i glad i didn’t kill you, it must’ve hurt so bad, but atleast yer’ okay for now,”

pause.

“what do you mean you’re glad you didn’t kill me??? you hit me with the ball?”

“yes and i’m SUPER sorry i didn’t think about how hard a kick i was laying out, and i KNOW ya’ don’t even kick playing volleyball and it’s all my fault so-”

“no it’s not about that. rumi of course i forgive you, it’s an accident. but your kicks are FUCKING CRAZY. enough to knock me out? you should really make use of that skill. like maybe on top of volleyball you do soccer, or something yanno?”

“ah, okay okay, i'll look into it, just for you okay. i hope it's not too forward but,”

she leans into you pulling on your linked arm to kiss your cheek, clearly catching you off guard.

“i’m super lucky to have you around yanno, and i hope we both make it onto the team this friday. did i overdo it?”

“no,” you always knew rumi cared but today feels extra caring. despite her sometimes tough demeanor outwardly, she's really the nicest girl you know, and the sweet spot she has for you, is the reason you were crushing on rumi since freshman year. it’d be hard not to have her around either, so you tell her. “i’m blessed for you too, also you should maybe do that again sometime, somewhere different.”

“wow y/n so you're saying you like me too? how crazy is that eh?” she's not even hiding her absurdly large smile seeing you happy to have her. “so maybe i can give you another one of those when i walk you home this evening, hm?”

“oh for sure you can, i’d like it alot.” you nod off into the crook of her shoulder and she rips her arm from the link to wrap it around you, kissing the top of your head to let you know it's the last one for awhile till’ classes are over.

at the doorframe she slots into her desk and you make your way to your 3rd period teachers desk, sliding him the note you got from the infirmary.

“mild concussion y/n, in PE?”

“no ahaha, uh practice. a really talented kick.”

“interesting, i guess no quirk training today. get well soon then.”

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This is an amazing fanfic y’all should def read it 😭😭❤️

okay i don't know shit about volleyball sorry but it's a hs au miruko x reader “tutoring” volleyball as requested by @unsweetenedcoco .

this is based off a real experience i had in phys. ed a long time ago when i banged heads with another girl really hard and my teacher had to take me to the nurse.

crazy kick - miruko x f!reader

words: 1.5k

genre: fluff, spoiler-free

“hey y/n, are you sure you're okay? the ball hit you pretty damn hard yanno..”

“huhn… ball, what. is that you rumi..”

“yeah, hiya. are you up?”

your eyes adjust to the artificial room light, everything feels woozy. you swing your head around in two directions only seeing the plain white walls, looking around for the source of the voice until you see the two familiar ears of a bunny girl peeking out and lifting up in reaction to your awakened-ness.

“jeez i’m glad you’re awake y/n i thought i KILLED ya’, you were about to make me cry. and i never cry, ever.”

rubbing the top of your head in confusion, you literally can’t remember what happened at all. a keyboard in the back is clicking away, from someone in the infirmary, probably recording whatever just happened.

“why would you be crying.. what happened.”

the keyboard clicking stops, someone is pushing back their chair with that ugly scree of steel seat legs scraping the ground.

“do ya not remember? we were in the gym practicing for tryouts and-”

a pen clicks.

“oh my, not a good sign. sorry but i have some questions for y/n, rumi please come back in a few minutes to take her to class.”

“yes ma’am, bye y/n, i’m REALLY sorry about what happened by the way and, just and i didn’t-”

rumi thumps her feet nervously, scratching the back of her head, and making a face that says yikes. “just, get well soon, i’ll be back for ya’, kay’?”

she totters out the infirmary, followed by recovery girl ushering her out and shutting the door gently behind her.

recovery girl shakes her pen, jotting down a doctor’s note for you on her short way back to your patient’s bed;

y/n was hit hard in the head at volleyball practise with rumi, may need to be cautious of her in class, don’t allow her in any hard activities during periods 3 and 4.

which i guess you’ll be giving it to your teacher later.

“okay ms. y/n, so you passed out. you know this right?”

“yes miss.”

“okay very good. do you know why you passed out?’

“uh okay so rumi said, i got hit in the head with a ball during volleyball practice? so thats my best guess.”

here comes that yikes face again. she makes another jot note of this:

does not remember getting hit.

“okay so based off what you’re saying you passed out, and you dont remember how you ended up here. do you remember what was going on before you got hit?”

“umm no miss, like i know i showed up to practice with rumi and i know i got hit.”

“okay y/n and just for good measure, some rapid fire questions, what’s your name?”

“.....y/n l/n.”

“what time is it?”

“not sure miss, i’d probably need a watch. when i left for practice maybe 11:30.”

“check, okay last question and you’re almost free from me, how many fingers am i holding up?”

she smiles holding up three fingers, you giggle it’s kinda silly but okay fair.

“three miss.”

“perfect, so i’m gonna get out of your hair for now but just a few things first. y/n, you may have a minor to mild concussion, its not super serious, but it can’t be fixed by my quirk. so unfortunately for you you’ll have to take it to the doctors.”

okay this is a yikes, you got a concussion? who volleys a ball that fucking hard? like what.

“well, is it bad, will i be fine to go to class?”

“i’m going to send you back to class, but you’re ordered not to do anymore training or physical work, you may end up feeling the symptoms later, and oh that brings me to this,”

returning to her desk she grabs a big fat ugly bright pink sticker, she fills in your name and your class, peels it out of the sticker paper and hands it to you.

“put this on for me please, here’s what it says;

Hi, i’m y/n l/n from class 1B. I hit my head recently, if you see me acting strange, looking dizzy or looking to pass out, please take me to the nurse's office in room 143.

just to make sure people are looking out for you while you're hurt okay? and one more thing, have a responsible buddy with you throughout the day that won’t leave you alone. rumi seems ready to do it so you should let her walk you to class, to training and back home for the day alright? sounds good? perfect, lets get you up and out.”

⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳

shutting the recovery girls door behind you, you see rumi sitting and thumping her foot again, super aggressively, biting on her thumb nail. only stopping to notice that you’re back.

“well, are you okay? is it that bad? don’t leave me nervous in wait dammit, what’s the deal with your head? i can handle it, from now on i’ll wheel you to school in my wagon, in the halls you can piggyback and when i leave for class-”

you scratch your head at that one. isn’t that a bit too much for her?

“well shucks, but it’s just a, ‘minor to mild’ concussion. but i guess i might take you up on the piggyback. heh, for now i do need a buddy, so recovery girl says.”

you breathe out a smile at her offer, man what other girl would offer you an opportunity like that one. rumi is unmatched as a girl that makes you feel extra appreciated. she smiles, at least confident in that you want a piggyback ride.

“okay if you say so, for now i’m your buddy, so y/n if you’ll do me the honours.”

smirking in, gesturing for you to link arms with her. and you do, not right after the suggestion, but when it settles in that she actually would like to do so. yeah, kinda like buddies do sometimes.

casually strolling your way down the hall with your doctors note, or more appropriately; your free late pass to class, rumi voices her relief with you being somewhat okay, and likely to recover.

“boy am i glad i didn’t kill you, it must’ve hurt so bad, but atleast yer’ okay for now,”

pause.

“what do you mean you’re glad you didn’t kill me??? you hit me with the ball?”

“yes and i’m SUPER sorry i didn’t think about how hard a kick i was laying out, and i KNOW ya’ don’t even kick playing volleyball and it’s all my fault so-”

“no it’s not about that. rumi of course i forgive you, it’s an accident. but your kicks are FUCKING CRAZY. enough to knock me out? you should really make use of that skill. like maybe on top of volleyball you do soccer, or something yanno?”

“ah, okay okay, i'll look into it, just for you okay. i hope it's not too forward but,”

she leans into you pulling on your linked arm to kiss your cheek, clearly catching you off guard.

“i’m super lucky to have you around yanno, and i hope we both make it onto the team this friday. did i overdo it?”

“no,” you always knew rumi cared but today feels extra caring. despite her sometimes tough demeanor outwardly, she's really the nicest girl you know, and the sweet spot she has for you, is the reason you were crushing on rumi since freshman year. it’d be hard not to have her around either, so you tell her. “i’m blessed for you too, also you should maybe do that again sometime, somewhere different.”

“wow y/n so you're saying you like me too? how crazy is that eh?” she's not even hiding her absurdly large smile seeing you happy to have her. “so maybe i can give you another one of those when i walk you home this evening, hm?”

“oh for sure you can, i’d like it alot.” you nod off into the crook of her shoulder and she rips her arm from the link to wrap it around you, kissing the top of your head to let you know it's the last one for awhile till’ classes are over.

at the doorframe she slots into her desk and you make your way to your 3rd period teachers desk, sliding him the note you got from the infirmary.

“mild concussion y/n, in PE?”

“no ahaha, uh practice. a really talented kick.”

“interesting, i guess no quirk training today. get well soon then.”

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This is an amazing fanfic y’all should def read it 😭😭❤️

okay i don't know shit about volleyball sorry but it's a hs au miruko x reader “tutoring” volleyball as requested by @unsweetenedcoco .

this is based off a real experience i had in phys. ed a long time ago when i banged heads with another girl really hard and my teacher had to take me to the nurse.

crazy kick - miruko x f!reader

words: 1.5k

genre: fluff, spoiler-free

“hey y/n, are you sure you're okay? the ball hit you pretty damn hard yanno..”

“huhn… ball, what. is that you rumi..”

“yeah, hiya. are you up?”

your eyes adjust to the artificial room light, everything feels woozy. you swing your head around in two directions only seeing the plain white walls, looking around for the source of the voice until you see the two familiar ears of a bunny girl peeking out and lifting up in reaction to your awakened-ness.

“jeez i’m glad you’re awake y/n i thought i KILLED ya’, you were about to make me cry. and i never cry, ever.”

rubbing the top of your head in confusion, you literally can’t remember what happened at all. a keyboard in the back is clicking away, from someone in the infirmary, probably recording whatever just happened.

“why would you be crying.. what happened.”

the keyboard clicking stops, someone is pushing back their chair with that ugly scree of steel seat legs scraping the ground.

“do ya not remember? we were in the gym practicing for tryouts and-”

a pen clicks.

“oh my, not a good sign. sorry but i have some questions for y/n, rumi please come back in a few minutes to take her to class.”

“yes ma’am, bye y/n, i’m REALLY sorry about what happened by the way and, just and i didn’t-”

rumi thumps her feet nervously, scratching the back of her head, and making a face that says yikes. “just, get well soon, i’ll be back for ya’, kay’?”

she totters out the infirmary, followed by recovery girl ushering her out and shutting the door gently behind her.

recovery girl shakes her pen, jotting down a doctor’s note for you on her short way back to your patient’s bed;

y/n was hit hard in the head at volleyball practise with rumi, may need to be cautious of her in class, don’t allow her in any hard activities during periods 3 and 4.

which i guess you’ll be giving it to your teacher later.

“okay ms. y/n, so you passed out. you know this right?”

“yes miss.”

“okay very good. do you know why you passed out?’

“uh okay so rumi said, i got hit in the head with a ball during volleyball practice? so thats my best guess.”

here comes that yikes face again. she makes another jot note of this:

does not remember getting hit.

“okay so based off what you’re saying you passed out, and you dont remember how you ended up here. do you remember what was going on before you got hit?”

“umm no miss, like i know i showed up to practice with rumi and i know i got hit.”

“okay y/n and just for good measure, some rapid fire questions, what’s your name?”

“.....y/n l/n.”

“what time is it?”

“not sure miss, i’d probably need a watch. when i left for practice maybe 11:30.”

“check, okay last question and you’re almost free from me, how many fingers am i holding up?”

she smiles holding up three fingers, you giggle it’s kinda silly but okay fair.

“three miss.”

“perfect, so i’m gonna get out of your hair for now but just a few things first. y/n, you may have a minor to mild concussion, its not super serious, but it can’t be fixed by my quirk. so unfortunately for you you’ll have to take it to the doctors.”

okay this is a yikes, you got a concussion? who volleys a ball that fucking hard? like what.

“well, is it bad, will i be fine to go to class?”

“i’m going to send you back to class, but you’re ordered not to do anymore training or physical work, you may end up feeling the symptoms later, and oh that brings me to this,”

returning to her desk she grabs a big fat ugly bright pink sticker, she fills in your name and your class, peels it out of the sticker paper and hands it to you.

“put this on for me please, here’s what it says;

Hi, i’m y/n l/n from class 1B. I hit my head recently, if you see me acting strange, looking dizzy or looking to pass out, please take me to the nurse's office in room 143.

just to make sure people are looking out for you while you're hurt okay? and one more thing, have a responsible buddy with you throughout the day that won’t leave you alone. rumi seems ready to do it so you should let her walk you to class, to training and back home for the day alright? sounds good? perfect, lets get you up and out.”

⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳

shutting the recovery girls door behind you, you see rumi sitting and thumping her foot again, super aggressively, biting on her thumb nail. only stopping to notice that you’re back.

“well, are you okay? is it that bad? don’t leave me nervous in wait dammit, what’s the deal with your head? i can handle it, from now on i’ll wheel you to school in my wagon, in the halls you can piggyback and when i leave for class-”

you scratch your head at that one. isn’t that a bit too much for her?

“well shucks, but it’s just a, ‘minor to mild’ concussion. but i guess i might take you up on the piggyback. heh, for now i do need a buddy, so recovery girl says.”

you breathe out a smile at her offer, man what other girl would offer you an opportunity like that one. rumi is unmatched as a girl that makes you feel extra appreciated. she smiles, at least confident in that you want a piggyback ride.

“okay if you say so, for now i’m your buddy, so y/n if you’ll do me the honours.”

smirking in, gesturing for you to link arms with her. and you do, not right after the suggestion, but when it settles in that she actually would like to do so. yeah, kinda like buddies do sometimes.

casually strolling your way down the hall with your doctors note, or more appropriately; your free late pass to class, rumi voices her relief with you being somewhat okay, and likely to recover.

“boy am i glad i didn’t kill you, it must’ve hurt so bad, but atleast yer’ okay for now,”

pause.

“what do you mean you’re glad you didn’t kill me??? you hit me with the ball?”

“yes and i’m SUPER sorry i didn’t think about how hard a kick i was laying out, and i KNOW ya’ don’t even kick playing volleyball and it’s all my fault so-”

“no it’s not about that. rumi of course i forgive you, it’s an accident. but your kicks are FUCKING CRAZY. enough to knock me out? you should really make use of that skill. like maybe on top of volleyball you do soccer, or something yanno?”

“ah, okay okay, i'll look into it, just for you okay. i hope it's not too forward but,”

she leans into you pulling on your linked arm to kiss your cheek, clearly catching you off guard.

“i’m super lucky to have you around yanno, and i hope we both make it onto the team this friday. did i overdo it?”

“no,” you always knew rumi cared but today feels extra caring. despite her sometimes tough demeanor outwardly, she's really the nicest girl you know, and the sweet spot she has for you, is the reason you were crushing on rumi since freshman year. it’d be hard not to have her around either, so you tell her. “i’m blessed for you too, also you should maybe do that again sometime, somewhere different.”

“wow y/n so you're saying you like me too? how crazy is that eh?” she's not even hiding her absurdly large smile seeing you happy to have her. “so maybe i can give you another one of those when i walk you home this evening, hm?”

“oh for sure you can, i’d like it alot.” you nod off into the crook of her shoulder and she rips her arm from the link to wrap it around you, kissing the top of your head to let you know it's the last one for awhile till’ classes are over.

at the doorframe she slots into her desk and you make your way to your 3rd period teachers desk, sliding him the note you got from the infirmary.

“mild concussion y/n, in PE?”

“no ahaha, uh practice. a really talented kick.”

“interesting, i guess no quirk training today. get well soon then.”

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@xx-kachi-xx Miruko x Burnin for you!

(Burnin's hair is such a pain 😥)

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Rumi Usagiyama head canons

•You guys do boxing together.

•she loves when you play with her hair.

•Pajama days!

•she teaches you ways to defend yourself.

•gym dates!

•you guys love to cook together.

•her favourite movie to watch with you is jumanji.

•your favourite movie to watch with her is silent voice.

•you guys like to train the students at UA, especially two students named "Kendo" and "Nejire".

•you both have seperate agencies that often work together.

•you intern a girl named Setsuna Tokage.

•she interns a student named tsuyu asui.

•3am McDonald dates!!

•every Easter she delivers you an Easter egg while in her Easter bunny costume.

•handwritten cards! She loves making letters and cards with sweet poetry in them.

•always holding your hand in public!

•you guys love to make black coffee together.

•more of a casual relationship, nothing too serious

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Mina Ashido head canons

•you are both pro heroes

•kaminari always third wheels

•she steals your hoodies and wears them all the time

•she wears your pro hero merch

•cute ice cream dates

•you guys own a pro hero agency together

•power couple

•you guys dance in your free time

•cute selfies for social media

•loves when you play with her hair

•you guys own at least 20 hamsters

•when she gets happy her horns wiggle and you find that adorable

•cute matching couple outfits

•you guys love Halloween because that means you can dress up as fictional couples

•your favourite couple costume so far is the Moana and Elsa set

•matching phone cases

•you guys bake sweets as a hobby

•she loves doing your makeup

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Denki Kaminari x barista! reader

quirk: the quirk in this oneshot is not said, so you can choose :) Y/n worked at a cafe called '(café name)'. It was a quiet cafe, where not many people showed up. The cafe members treated eachother like a family and accepted y/n with open arms. She enjoyed working there, but her favourite part of the day was at around 7:30am when the pro hero 'Charge bolt' ordered. Each day y/n would take the blondes order, then the boy would take a seat and enjoy the atmosphere of the cafe. One day at 7:31am the pro hero entered the café. He took off the glasses covering his eyes and placed them in the pocket of his tshirt, while strolling to the barista. His eyes gleamed to see y/n working at the register. "One strawberry cake frappe with extra cream and sprinkles." y/n wrote down the order then placed it next to her. "$4.50 please." she smiled back at the man. He gave her the correct amount of money then walked towards the waiting area. She blended the ingredients together then poured it into a cup. The girl then placed the whipped cream and sprinkles ontop before serving it to the blonde. "Here you go, you sweet tooth." she teased while making the drink look as presentable as possible. Denki gave a large grin to the barista before taking the drink and taking a sip. "As good as ever, miss.." He paused and glanced to her nametag. "y/n." he continued his sentence then sat in his spot. After he had finished the frappe he took the glass then placed it on the counter. "See you tomorrow, y/n!" He called out to the girl as he left. The staff swooned at her lovesick attitude, pulling jokes and mocking the way she acted. "You've got to get his number! You cant keep making lovey dovey faces at eachother and not do anything about it!" Her friend, ochako teased. "You know I can't do that! He's a pro hero!" The girl remarked before washing the blender she just used. "That's no excuse, my girlfriend is the rainy season hero, Froppy. And she asked me out!" She rolled her eyes and grabbed a tea towel to help dry the blender. "Just give him your number, whats the worst that could happen?" she egged on. The girl knew that ochako wouldn't stop bugging her until she made a move on the pro hero. "If I give him my number will you leave me alone?" she said nervously. Ochaku squaled in delight, clapping her hands together happily. "Yes Yes!! No backing out now!" she declared with a smug smile displayed on her face. After 6 hours of work it was 1:30, the time y/n could go home. She took off her apron, placing it on her hook and headed towards the door. y/n knew the next day would be frantic. Soon enough, came the next day. the girls heart was beating hysterically and it was only 5:45. "Stop freaking out! you've got like, 2 hours till your loverboy comes!" Ochako tried to assure y/n. "All you've got to do is give your number! Its really not that hard." she smiled. y/n smiled back to her, still unsure if it was a good idea or not. The (h/c)nette wrote down her number on a small piece of paper and tucked it in her pocket. Later a blond entered the door, wearing his usual wide grin. The girls heartbeat increased dramatically as she watched the pro hero walk towards the counter. "Hi y/n! Am I able to order.." He paused still thinking what he should order. "Let me guess, a strawberry cake frappe with extra cream and sprinkles?" The girl smiled at him nervously. "Spot on!" he gave you $4.50 and started walking towards the waiting area. This was when ochako gave the girl a harsh nudge implying that she has to give him his number. "Wait!" She said, stopping Kminari's tracks. "I was wondering if you wanted.." y/n tried to choke out words but her lips jammed shut from fear. "Wanted what?" the blonde replied slightly confused. "Extra whipped cream. did you say you wanted whipped cream?" She mentally face palmed for backing out last minute. Kaminari nodded before continuing to walk to the waiting area. "You've still got a chance to give him your number!" Ochako whispered to y/n. She pretended to ignore her and continued making her customers drink. Once again, she made the frappe look as presentable as possible and handed the male the drink. Kaminari took a sip of the drink and applauded her ability. "This is amazing y/n, also can I order something else for today?" He said confidentially waiting for her to answer. "Yes ofcourse, what would you like?" She responded. "Your number. I overheard your conversation." He said with a crooked grin and started laughing awkwardly. The girls cheeks heated up, unsure of what to do in this situation. Her hands moved to her pocket and took out the piece of paper she wrote her number in. "$4.50." Y/n joked while handing it to him. He laughed while taking the piece of paper from the girls hand and placing it in his front pocket. Chargebolt looked at his watch then gave a panicked look. "I've got to go, I'm late for work. Ill text you later!" He said, grabbing the drink and rushing off. They both said their goodbyes and y/n got back to work, cleaning the blender she just used. "Sooo.." y/n heard behind her shoulder. "How did it go." Ochako egged on. "Well, he heard our conversation because someone was speaking too loud." Ochako giggled in response. "But because of that he did ask for my number.. so thank you I guess." Ochako began squealing with delight. "We can finally go on double dates!! I'm so excited, y/n!" "I only gave him my number, were not dating yet!" y/n retorted giving Ochako a bad look for being so loud about the topic. The girls took their aprons off and started heading out. 'That was one chaotic day' y/n thought while heading out of the café. 

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Neito Monoma x hero costume maker! reader

quirk: telekinesis, she can lift objects less than 11 pounds/5 kilograms she/her pronouns y/n's hand travelled through the different types of fabric, puzzled over her choice. she was designing a hero costume upgrade for her cousin, Mina Ashido. Her finger tips stumbled over a light brown fabric that would be perfect for a jumper. She grabbed the cotton fabric with her quirk while walking towards the cotton threads.

Her eyes scanned for a light brown thread, but unfortunately she was out of luck. "I've got to tell Maijima sensei about this.." She mumbled to herself while placing the brown fabric on her counter table. She strolled to her teacher, who was in the middle of a conversation with a blonde. "Yes, I need a new hero costume" The blonde started. y/n's eyes lit up by the word's 'hero costume'. "You need a hero costume? I can do that! what were you planning on wearing? do you have a particular colour theme?" The (h/c)ette bombarded the boy with questions. "Can I please make this one! I'm nearly done with Mina's, just some last attachments!" y/n faced her head towards her teacher, her eyes gleaming with hope. Maijima thought about it before answering. "I've got a lot on my plate at the moment, your help would be great. As long as its okay with Monoma of course." His eyes scanned to Monoma. "I don't mind. As long as it looks good." He responded plainly. The girl looked over to the boy with grey-blue eyes. "Did you have anything in mind?" she questioned. "I don't know yet, I want something that looks appealing though" He said. y/n smirked. "what, like a suit?" she responded sarcastically. "yeah seems good." he smiled. The two talked about the hero costume, reviewing the topics of his quirk, fabric choice, colours and basic looks of the design. y/n sketched a simple costume on paper, for Monoma to look at. "you're decent at drawing, y/n." he said while assessing the sketch. she smiled at his words and went back to creating his hero costume. Monoma left after an hour, leaving y/n in her room to work to her hearts content. The next day Monoma checked on the process of his hero costume. "I'm not going to finish it one day, Monoma!" She laughed at the blonde. "I was making sure you didn't mess it up. And please, call me Neito." He replied simply before letting himself in to take a look at your progress. "Well while you're here, can I ask about the tie?" y/n said, not letting her eyes off of mina's costume she was currently sewing. "I cant decide on the pattern, I drew out a few examples for you to look at." She continued while tying a knot at the end of the thread. She picked up the sketch pad on the bench with her telekinesis, placing it in front of the boy. "I was having trouble between these two." she picked up a pencil using telekinesis then pointed at the blue striped tie, then moved the pencil to the blue dotted tie. "I like the dotted one. the other one looks terrible." he smirked, grabbing the sketchbook then placed it on the table next to where y/n was sewing. she scoffed before looking at him with a smirk that matched his. Monoma took a seat next to y/n, then started watching what she was doing. After five minutes y/n spoke up. "Was there any other alterations you needed on your hero costume." Her eyes glanced over to him. He looked up, his head now out of the clouds. "No. Did you want me to leave?" he asked with sad looking eyes. "No, its nice to have company." y/n reassured him. Monoma grinned before continuing to watch her sew. The pair talked for two hours. The conversations weren't based on his costume now, but rather subjects like gossip between classes. After what felt like forever y/n glanced towards the clock. "Neito its nine o'clock, haven't you got hero training early tomorrow?" y/n questioned Monoma. Monoma's eyes looked towards the clock as he sighed. "Yeah, I'll be back tomorrow though. To check on the costume that is." He sat up from his chair and walked towards the door. With an exchange of 'goodbye's Monoma strolled back to his room. this pattern between the two became regular with Monoma walking to y/n's dorm and 'checking up on the costume'. After a week and a half y/n had finished the costume and invited Monoma over. "How do I look? I cant wait to show this off." Monoma smirked while striking a pose at y/n. "You look great, Neito!" she laughed at the boy's weird poses. Monoma began to laugh with the girl. After hours of laughter they soon realised how late it was. The two also realised this was the last time seeing eachother. Monoma began walking towards the door but came to a halt. he pulled a piece of paper out of the end of her sketchbook and took the pen next to it. He scribbled on the paper before handing it to you. The paper contained his number and underneath the word 'copycat'. The girl looked at him in confusion. "Just in case I need alterations." He smirked before leaving y/n's dorm.