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ShinKami🗣️⚡

Poly ShinKami: It was kinda surprising to the class to see you three walking in both of them on either side of you holding your hands, Denki wasn't really surprising as he's been flirting with you since the first day you met but Hitoshi? That was one they didn't see coming, it took them a while to just take it as normal.

Poly ShinKami: dorm hangouts were basically every afternoon most of them all of you were studying which did end up with you watching the two bicker because Toshi has to explain something a jillion times only to be asked once again 'what' by Denki, Denki is not always stupid but when he is it's just too cute to be angry with him so from studying it moves onto the bed to all game.

Poly ShinKami: Hitoshi is definitely the planner of the group, gifts dates and anything else that needs a plan he just always does it with ease and the last time you two tried surprising him with a home cooked meal it ended with the dorm kitchen being covered with pasta sauce and spaghetti clogging the drain which he was forced into helping you two clean.

Poly ShinKami: Denki is definitely the one to offer you any of his clothing because he just finds it so accomplishing to see you wear them it makes him go red to see how big his jacket is on you while Toshi is the one to give you a funny look when you ask (he does like it) but his favourite thing of his that he shares with you guys is his cat he has over thousands of photos of you guys and his cat some of them you are definitely not aware but he doesn't care what's his is his and he gets to do what he wants.

Poly ShinKami: when you are sick Denki is the one automatically coming to cuddle you joining you with be sick soon after then Toshi comes in fully prepared mask, warm blankets tea and soup (home made by yours truly) and his cat to give you get well cuddles he be grudgingly babies both of you to health and as soon as you guys get better he gets sick because he felt bad and kissed you now he smiles through his sickness as you obay his every whim.

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Can I ask for a “wiping off their kiss prank” with Bakugo, Deku, and kirishima? Thank uu!

Katsuki Bakugo

It was a quiet moment — just you and Bakugo in the common room after hours. He wasn’t exactly the cuddly type, but tonight, he’d pulled you into his lap, arms draped lazily around your waist, his chin tucked on your shoulder.

“Dumbass,” he muttered, but his voice was soft. “Come here.”

He leaned in and gave you the quickest, softest kiss — not explosive or rough, just a real, sweet moment. You smirked.

Then you dramatically wiped it off with the back of your hand.

Silence.

Bakugo blinked.

“…The hell was that?”

You blinked innocently. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t feel like being kissed right now.”

He stared at you, mouth slightly parted, like you’d just personally kicked Explosion Murder God Dynamight in the gut.

“…What?”

You turned to look at your nails, smug as ever. “Guess I’m just not in the mood.”

He stood up so fast it made your heart jump. One hand cupped your face, the other wrapped around your waist, and bam — he kissed you again, hard, intense, like he was reclaiming stolen territory. You barely had a second to react before he kissed you again — slower this time. Lingering. Hot. Butterflies everywhere.

You stared at him, wide-eyed.

“You wipe that off,” he growled, voice low, “and I’ll kiss you so many times your damn lips fall off.”

You couldn’t even speak. He smirked, cheeks a little red.

“That’s what I thought.”

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Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

He was SO proud. He’d spent the whole day hyping himself up just to press the tiniest kiss to your cheek. And when he finally did — blush creeping up to his ears, lips feather-soft — he pulled back with the sweetest smile ever.

But you?

You wiped it away.

His face fell.

“Oh—wait—did I—was that—did I do something wrong?”

Your lips twitched. “Nah. I just didn’t feel like it.”

Izuku panicked. “I—wait—I didn’t mean to—was that too soon? Too fast?? I should’ve—maybe we can—OH MY GOD I MESSED UP—”

You burst out laughing and tugged on his sleeve. “Midoriya, it’s a prank. Chill.”

He froze.

“…A prank?”

You nodded, smug. “Yep.”

He blinked again, then grinned. Like full-on sunshine-grin, like he just won a gold medal in “Best Boyfriend Ever.”

“You got me good,” he chuckled nervously. “But, uh—does that mean I can—can I kiss you again?”

You barely had time to answer before he pressed a kiss to your other cheek. Then your forehead. Then your nose. Then your lips — soft and sweet and so ridiculously affectionate your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

“Still not in the mood?” he whispered, lips brushing yours.

You melted into him, dizzy with butterflies.

“I’m very much in the mood now.”

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Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima always looked at you like you hung the stars — like you were the coolest, prettiest, strongest person alive. So when he kissed you, it was with that same reverence — gentle and soft, fingers brushing your cheek, a smile on his lips before he leaned in.

You could feel your cheeks burning.

And then, right in front of him, you wiped it away.

“…HUH?” He looked genuinely offended. “Was—was it bad?! Was I not manly enough?!”

You gave him a teasing look. “Mmm… could’ve been better.”

He stared at you like you had just personally challenged him to a duel.

“Say less.”

Suddenly, he had you scooped in his arms like a damn prince, and before you could sass him again, he kissed you again — longer, deeper, full of this earnest, smitten energy that made your toes curl. He pulled back, and you saw the sparkle in his eyes.

“Better?”

You were dazed. Blushing. Absolutely leveled.

“I—um—yeah—”

“Nope,” he grinned. “You don’t get to wipe that off.”

And then he kissed you again. And again. And again — your laughter echoing through the room, every kiss landing on your cheeks, your forehead, your neck, your lips.

“You’re never getting rid of these,” he teased.

And honestly?

You didn’t want to.

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WINE NIGHT YEEHAW

Hello can I have a text exchange with either Shinso or Bakugou or both please? Up to you whether or not alcohol has been involved

I love you!!!

YEEHAW

Elle’s Wine Night!

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"The Knock" - pt.2

I don't have a summary for this really but I will warn you - this is heart-wrenching. It's angst and it's sad. I'm sorry.

MHA Boys react to a knock at the door.

This one includes Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, and Shoto Todoroki.

Pt. 1 here.

This was inspired by the song "Hold Me While You Wait" by Lewis Capaldi. This probably isn't what the lyrics mean but it's how I've interpreted it.

Continue reading if you wanna cry:

🧡 Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou didn't do quiet nights often. But for you? He made exceptions.

You’d planned this one a week in advance—no patrols, no missions, no "just got called in for backup." Just the two of you. Home. Peace. Normalcy.

So he cooked.

Actual food. Not just protein-heavy meal prep—no, this was real. He’d asked Kirishima (grudgingly) for help with the sauce, made sure he didn’t burn the chicken this time. He set the table exactly how you liked it, even used the plates you said were “for special nights,” though he always rolled his eyes when you said that.

He checked the clock.

6:57 PM.

You were never early. But always on time. That was your thing. Punctual. Reliable. You teased him for being impatient, but he always said it was because he gave a shit.

7:08.

Still nothing.

He texted you.

“Where the fuck are you? Don’t tell me you bailed on me.” Sent. Delivered. Not read.

His gut tightened.

He paced, arms crossed, jaw clenched, glaring at the door like he could force you to walk through it if he stared hard enough.

7:20.

Still no read receipt.

He checked the news. Nothing notable. Just vague updates on some incident downtown. No names. No footage.

Still, his chest felt tight.

He tried to shake it off. “She’s fine. Probably lost track of time.”

And then—the knock.

He moved fast. Too fast. His feet slammed the floor as he tore across the room, something like relief breaking loose in his chest.

He yanked the door open.

And stopped cold.

All Might.Aizawa.

Both looked like they’d been carrying the weight of the world.

He knew.

He knew before they spoke.

Still, he growled, “What the hell do you want?”

They didn’t flinch.

Aizawa’s voice was low, too calm. “She was caught in a villain ambush. It happened fast. She… didn’t make it.”

Bakugou didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t breathe.

For a full ten seconds, the hallway felt like it didn’t exist anymore. His vision tunneled. His body stayed upright on pure rage alone.

“That’s a fucking lie,” he said, voice hollow.

“It’s not,” All Might replied softly. “She saved civilians. She—”

“No.” The word exploded out of him, violent and cracking. “She said she’d be here. She promised. You think she’d just—just die? Like that?! Like it’s nothing?!”

His hands curled into fists so tight they shook. Sparks flared at his palms.

“I would’ve felt it.” His voice was smaller now. “I would’ve known.”

Silence.

They didn’t argue. They just stood there, mourning with their presence alone.

Bakugou slammed the door in their faces.

Inside, he stood alone in the still, warm apartment.

Two plates. Two drinks. Her hoodie still slung over the back of the couch. Her toothbrush still on the sink. Her stupid pink socks in the laundry. Everything exactly as she left it.

He backed into the wall and slid down to the floor, burying his face in his hands.

He didn’t scream. He didn’t cry. Not at first.

He just sat there, fists bruising his thighs, whispering your name over and over like a prayer.

And when it finally hit—when it broke past the damn he'd built up inside himself—he howled. Loud. Unfiltered. Shattering.

“She said she’d come back.”

But you didn’t.

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💚 Izuku Midoriya

Izuku had everything ready by 6:30.

He’d double-checked the pot roast twice, made sure the vegetables were cut just how you liked them—not too chunky, not too thin. The little candle in the center of the table flickered gently, casting golden light over the quiet apartment. He wore the sweater you liked. Green, soft, a little frayed at the collar because you tugged on it when you kissed him.

Tonight was yours. No work. No patrols. Just peace.

You’d called it “your reset button.”

And he couldn’t wait.

6:45. He’d just finished plating. He sent a quick text.

“Dinner’s ready, love 💚. Hope your shift’s wrapping up okay.”

No read receipt yet. But that wasn’t unusual. You always told him to stop fussing when you were still out in the field.

7:10. Still no reply.

He checked the time again. Checked the food. Checked your location. Nothing was pinging. “Maybe her battery died,” he muttered, pacing a little. “Or she got caught in traffic.”

7:26.

His heart started to ache.

He opened the news feed—flicked past updates until he saw it.

Downtown villain attack. Multiple casualties. Pro Hero response confirmed. Names pending.

His blood ran cold. You weren’t supposed to be downtown today. You’d said you were assigned to the south district.

So why couldn’t he breathe?

And then—a knock.

His stomach twisted as he ran to the door. A small, hopeful part of him still whispered, It’s her. She forgot her keys. She’s fine. She’ll smile and say sorry and everything will be okay.

He opened the door.

And it wasn’t you.

It was All Might. And Aizawa.

Their eyes said everything before a word left their mouths.

Izuku just stared.

All Might stepped forward slowly. “Izuku—”

“No.”

A whisper. A plea. A denial.

Aizawa’s voice was quiet. “She was responding to the scene. Civilians were trapped. She got them out, but… she didn’t have time to escape herself.”

Izuku shook his head. “That’s not—she said she was off duty. She said—she—she made plans. She told me—” His voice cracked.

He looked past them, eyes wide, waiting. Hoping. Praying you’d show up behind them and say, “I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m here.”

But you didn’t.

And Izuku… just crumbled.

He fell to his knees like a puppet with the strings cut. His breath caught, trembling, hands clutching his own shirt like he could hold himself together through sheer willpower.

“She said she’d come back.”

All Might knelt beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Izuku didn’t even register it. He just kept repeating it, softer each time, until it was a broken whisper in the hallway.

Later, the food had gone cold. The candle burned out.

He sat on the couch, one of your jackets wrapped around his shoulders. Your scent clung to it.

Your name still hovered at the top of his phone screen.

He didn’t delete the text thread. He never would.

And he left the second plate on the table.

Just in case.

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💙 Shoto Todoroki

Shoto didn’t say much that evening. But he didn’t need to.

You’d told him what you wanted: a night off. No distractions. No cold walls between you. Just something soft. Something normal.

So he tried.

The apartment was clean. The rice was cooked just the way you liked it, fluffy with a hint of ginger. He made the miso himself—looked up the exact kind you once mentioned offhandedly. Your favorite mug was waiting by the tea kettle. Everything was still. Everything was ready.

6:58 PM.

He sat by the window, watching the street below, tracing familiar footsteps in his mind. You always turned the corner fast. Your keys jingled like bells. You kicked off your shoes as soon as you walked in.

He could hear it all, even though it hadn’t happened yet.

Even though—somewhere, deep down—something didn’t feel right.

7:11 PM.

He checked his phone. No reply.

Your last message sat there quietly.

“Be home soon. Don’t start dinner without me, ‘kay?”

He hadn’t.

He waited.

7:33.

He looked at the news. There’d been an attack in the northern district. A chaotic one. Few details released. No names. His hand tightened around the phone.

7:52.

A knock.

He stood slowly. His heartbeat stayed calm—outwardly—but something splintered inside as he reached the door.

He opened it.

And time stopped.

All Might. Aizawa.

He didn’t speak. Just stared.

All Might hesitated. “Shoto…”

He didn’t blink.

“There was a villain ambush. She was caught in the crossfire. She saved lives, but…”

A pause.

“She didn’t survive.”

Shoto said nothing.

He didn’t fall apart. Didn’t lash out. Didn’t scream.

He simply nodded.

“I see.”

The two heroes lingered, unsure.

He thanked them. Quietly. Distantly.

And then he closed the door.

The sound of it clicking shut echoed in the quiet room like a thunderclap.

He moved back to the table and sat. Slowly. Methodically. Like if he followed the routine, you’d walk in halfway through, apologizing for being late.

He poured your tea. Steam curled into the air like a ghost.

The food sat untouched.

So did he.

For hours.

Eventually, his fingers touched the edge of your mug. The ceramic was still warm. Just barely.

And that’s when his breath finally shook.

A single tear slid down his cheek, unnoticed.

Then another.

But his voice stayed silent.

Later that night, he sat on your side of the bed.

Clutched your pillow to his chest.

And whispered, more broken than he ever thought he could sound:

“You promised you'd come home.”

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// and with that I'm a sobbing mess on the floor. No one talk to me, oh my god.

// i need Recovery Girl to heal my broken heart

// SO MUCH FLUFF IS GONNA BE WRITTEN NOW YOU GUYS JUST WAIT

// NEED MY BOYS HAPPY NOW 😭😭😭😭

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"The Knock" - pt.1

I don't have a summary for this really but I will warn you - this is heart-wrenching. It's angst and it's sad. I'm sorry.

MHA Boys react to a knock at the door.

This one includes Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, and Eijiro Kirishima.

Part 2 includes Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, and Shoto Todoroki.

This was inspired by the song "Hold Me While You Wait" by Lewis Capaldi. This probably isn't what the lyrics mean but it's how I've interpreted it.

Continue reading if you wanna cry:

🖤Hanta Sero

Sero had lit the candles an hour ago.

The table was set, music low, your favorite drink poured and waiting for you beside his. He'd cooked, even though he wasn't great at it—burned the rice a little, sure, but the curry smelled good, and you'd laugh about it anyway. That was kind of your thing—laughing through the mess.

He kept checking the clock.

7:42 PM.

You were late. But that wasn’t weird. You were a Pro Hero, just like him. Sometimes, patrols ran long. Sometimes villains were jerks with bad timing. He'd texted you twenty minutes ago, just a “u okay?” and a dumb meme, the kind that usually got a heart emoji back.

Still nothing.

He tried not to think about the way his chest tightened.

He flipped the lights on. Blew out the candles. The flickering started making his nerves worse.

8:05 PM.

Sero stood at the window, arms crossed, scanning every shadow on the street. His leg bounced, his jaw clenched. He told himself not to worry.

He lied to himself.

And then—a knock.

His head whipped toward the door, heart stumbling in relief. “Finally,” he muttered, a breathy laugh on his lips as he jogged to the entrance, ready to tease you for making him wait.

He swung the door open.

His smile fell like glass.

All Might stood with his eyes shadowed, lips pressed in a thin line. Beside him, Eraserhead’s jaw was tight, the whites of his tired eyes far too exposed.

Sero didn’t breathe. Not yet.

“Where is she?” he asked. His voice was lighter than he felt. “Is she—did something happen on patrol?”

They didn’t answer right away.

All Might looked away. Aizawa stepped forward.

“There was a villain ambush downtown. She—” A pause. Too long. “She didn’t make it.”

Time warped.

Sero blinked. “What do you mean?”

No one answered.

He laughed—just once, disbelieving. “No, that’s—she’s late, not dead. You’ve got it wrong.”

Aizawa’s expression didn’t waver.

“Stop,” Sero snapped. “Stop fucking looking at me like that. She’s coming home. We had plans. She—she told me to chill the wine. I chilled the wine. She's just—”

His knees buckled, and he gripped the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. His breath came ragged. Too fast.

He didn’t cry yet.

He just stood there, shaking, unable to hear anything else they said. Their voices were muffled by the roar in his ears, a tidal wave of no no no no no crashing into the spaces where you used to be.

Later—after they left, after the door shut quietly—he sat on the floor of your shared apartment.

The candles were cold wax now. The curry had dried onto the plates.

Sero didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t speak.

The wine sat on the table, untouched.

And so did the chair across from him.

Empty.

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💛Denki Kaminari

Denki couldn’t stop smiling.

He’d spent all afternoon preparing—okay, "preparing" in Kaminari-speak meant takeout from that sushi place you loved and reorganizing the apartment to look less like a gamer cave and more like somewhere two people could cuddle without knocking over three energy drink cans.

He lit one of those fancy candles you always teased him for impulse-buying.

Your playlist was on, volume low, the hum of soft pop and electric guitar curling through the room like a heartbeat.

You were supposed to be home by 7.

At 7:30, he texted you.

“Heyyy, you almost here? Got the soy sauce AND remembered your ginger. I deserve a kiss for that alone 😏💛”

No reply.

He chuckled to himself. “Probably got caught up saving the day,” he muttered, flopping onto the couch. His leg bounced with leftover nerves. This was supposed to be your first full night off together in weeks—no patrols, no hero agency obligations. Just you and him and some good food and bad movies.

8:00.

No message. No read receipt.

He checked the news, even though he told himself not to. There was some villain activity downtown, but that wasn’t your sector, was it?

His stomach twisted.

8:13 PM.

A knock.

His body jolted with relief. “Took you long enough!” he called as he jogged to the door. “I was gonna start eating without y—”

He opened the door.

All Might. Aizawa.

Their faces didn’t make sense. They didn’t match what he expected. Didn’t match the relief that had just bloomed in his chest. Didn't match anything at all.

“Wha... What’s going on?”

All Might looked stricken. Aizawa looked… tired. Haunted.

“There was an incident,” Aizawa said, voice like gravel. “She… didn’t make it.”

Denki blinked. His brain static’d.

“No.”

“Denki—”

“No, what? What does that even—? That’s not funny, man.” He backed up a step. His throat was dry. “She’s late, okay? Not… not gone. You’re wrong. She's—” He pointed toward the street. “She’s gonna come up the stairs any minute. You’ll see.”

Neither man spoke.

“Say something else.”

Nothing.

His quirk sparked by accident, a small, sharp crackle dancing off his fingertips.

His breath hitched.

Then came the sound—like someone had ripped a sob straight from his lungs without warning. Denki folded in on himself, crumpling to his knees like the air had been yanked from the room. His hands covered his mouth as if that could stop the rest of the cries from breaking out.

“I—I didn’t get to say goodbye,” he whispered into his palms. “She said she'd be home. She promised.”

Later, the door closed. The candle burned out.

He sat in the middle of the floor with the untouched sushi and your favorite blanket thrown across the couch. His phone screen lit up with the last text you ever sent:

“Save me the pickled radish or I’m kicking your ass. ❤️”

He pressed the phone to his chest and whispered your name like maybe, somehow, you’d hear it.

But the only answer was silence.

And the static in his heart that never shut off again.

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❤️Eijiro Kirishima

The apartment was warm—soft lighting, a cozy smell of roasted garlic and your favorite pasta in the air.

Kirishima had cooked for once. Like really cooked, not just heated up leftovers or grilled meat. He'd watched a whole YouTube tutorial and tried to do it right because tonight mattered.

You’d said, “Let’s make this our night. No hero stuff, just us.”

So he did.

He set the table with care. Laid out the candles, just like you liked them, and even picked out a dumb little playlist that he was embarrassed to admit he'd curated just for you. Soft stuff, romantic stuff. Stuff that made his heart ache in the good way when he thought about how far you’d come together.

6:50 PM. He checked his phone. No messages. You were supposed to be home at 7.

7:10. He chuckled, brushing flour from his shirt. “Bet she’s getting me flowers or something,” he murmured.

7:25. He started pacing. Refreshing the news app. Scrolling through hero channels. Just in case.

Then—a knock.

He nearly tripped over himself getting to the door, grinning. “You better be holding dessert!” he called out.

But when he opened the door, the words died in his throat.

It wasn’t you.

It was Aizawa. And All Might.

Kirishima’s smile twitched, then fell. “Is she okay?” he asked instantly, his voice already cracking. “Please tell me she’s just in the hospital or something. You’re here because she’s hurt, right?”

Neither man said anything at first.

Aizawa looked him in the eyes. That alone was enough to make Kirishima’s knees feel unsteady.

“She didn’t make it,” he said quietly. “There was a villain ambush. She was protecting civilians. She... didn’t come back.”

Kirishima just stood there.

Frozen.

The words didn’t register. Not really. They bounced off him like rain off rock—except he wasn’t rock, not now. He was too soft, too open. Unarmored.

“Wait, no,” he said, voice trembling. “No, no, she’s on her way. We have plans. She made me promise to cook—she yelled at me for buying the cheap parmesan, we were gonna—”

His voice broke.

“I was gonna ask her to stay here. Permanently. Like... move in.”

He looked past them, like he expected to see you step out from behind them laughing, saying “Gotcha!”

You didn’t.

He sank down to the floor right there in the doorway.

“No,” he whispered. “She’s my person, you can’t just say she’s gone. That’s not how this works.”

His shoulders shook. He tried so hard to stay strong, to be the unbreakable one.

But what do you do when your heart is what shatters?

Later, long after they’d gone, the pasta had gone cold. The candles burned too low. He sat alone at the table, gripping the chair you were supposed to be in like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

And when he finally cried, it came like an earthquake.

Hard, and breaking, and endless.

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// guys I'm freaking crying. I don't wanna write the next three. I really don't but I will 😭😭😭 // why do I like to torture myself 😭😭😭

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Can you write a Katsuki x fem reader fic where he thinks she has died on a mission and is enraged, and when she comes back dripping wet from thunder, he's enraged at her because he was so worried, but then just starts to sob and throws himself into her arms, which shocks her.

Thunderstruck

The first time it happens, it’s a flicker.

Static across the comm line. Barely a second. But Bakugo knows the sound of failure. He knows the sound of something breaking.

The comms don’t come back.

He’s halfway out of his seat before anyone else notices. Pacing. Cursing. Hands clenched so tight his nails dig into his palms through the gloves.

“Tch. It’s just interference,” someone says. “Storm’s picking up.”

But his gut—his gut tells him otherwise.

You’re never late. Never careless. Never silent.

And Katsuki Bakugo knows what silence means on the battlefield.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “It’s recon, Katsuki. We’re just getting layouts and logging activity. No combat.”

He scowled, swatting your hand away. “Don’t act like you can’t get your ass blown off doing paperwork.”

You smirked. “You worried about me?”

He didn’t answer. Just grabbed your chin and kissed you hard, like he could stamp his presence onto your bones.

“Come back in one piece, dumbass,” he muttered.

“Always.”

That was six hours ago.

Now he’s storming through HQ like a bomb with a cracked shell, barking orders even though it’s not his mission, demanding updates like anyone can give him what he wants—

Your location. Your vitals. Your voice.

When Kirishima finally grabs him by the shoulder and says, “Katsuki... there was an explosion at the recon site,” he doesn’t process it.

Until they show him the wreckage.

Until they pull something half-burned from under a pile of concrete.

Until it’s your uniform jacket.

Still smoking.

Bloodied.

He goes still.

Every sound disappears. The rain, the shouting, the chopper overhead—it all fades to a dull, suffocating roar inside his skull.

No body.

No confirmation.

But the silence? The silence is screaming.

He doesn't realize he's dropped to his knees until someone tries to lift him.

He shoves them off with a snarl, dragging the scorched fabric into his lap like he can will it to be fake. Just some mistake. A wrong jacket. Someone else’s blood.

But he knows it’s yours.

He can smell your shampoo burned into the fibers. His hands have been on this fabric a hundred times—pulling it off you, gripping it when you hugged him from behind.

And now it smells like smoke.

He doesn’t remember getting back to HQ. Doesn’t remember smashing a hole in the wall of the locker room. Doesn’t remember sobbing, just once, into the broken tile before punching it again.

What he remembers is fear.

Not the kind from battle. Not even the kind from losing.

It’s the fear of never getting the chance.

Never getting to say he loved you, not really. Not with the quiet, sacred kind of love he’d never admitted out loud. The kind that choked him when you left the room and lit him on fire when you laughed.

You died thinking you were just his teammate. His girlfriend, maybe.

But not that you were everything.

So when the door creaks open five hours later, and you stumble in—drenched, shaking, scraped raw but alive—

Bakugo doesn’t believe it at first.

He thinks it’s his brain cracking under the weight of grief.

But then you speak.

“Guys?” your voice wobbles. “I—I’m okay. I—”

He turns.

And the pain doesn’t leave him.

It erupts.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

Your eyes go wide. You don’t even get the chance to answer before he’s across the room, voice thunderous, hands clenched, eyes glowing with something rabid and shattered.

“Do you even fucking realize what you did to me?!” he growls, stalking closer. “You just disappear in the middle of a mission—comms go dark, and then BOOM—nothing but rubble! Nothing but your jacket and a bloodstain and you think you can just—just fucking—walk in like you didn’t just RIP MY GODDAMN WORLD APART?!”

“I—I fell—into the canal,” you stammer, backing up a step. “There was a blast—I couldn’t—my earpiece was gone, I tried to get back—”

He isn’t listening.

“I thought I lost you,” he snarls, voice breaking. “I thought I’d never hear your voice again. Never feel your hand. Never—fuck.”

The rage snaps.

He stumbles forward like gravity’s finally won, fists slackening as a choked sound breaks from his throat.

And then he collapses into you.

A full-body crash. Hands in your soaked hair. Face buried in your neck. Shoulders trembling. Your heart almost stops—because Katsuki Bakugo, your Katsuki, the one who never cried, the one who mocked people for crying—

Is sobbing.

Silent. Violent. Breathless. He clutches you like something fragile, like something he still doesn’t trust to be real.

“...Katsuki?”

You whisper it, barely breathing.

He can’t answer.

Because this is the second time he’s lost everything.

The first was when he thought he’d never be good enough.

This time it was you.

And if he ever had to go through that again, it would kill him.

You hold him tighter. One hand on the back of his neck, the other gripping the back of his hero suit.

“I’m here,” you whisper against his temple. “I’m right here. I’m sorry I scared you.”

He inhales like it hurts.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he whispers, voice shaking. “I swear to god, I—if I’d lost you, I—”

You pull back just enough to see his face. Tear-streaked, flushed, and furious—but the kind of fury that only comes from love.

“I won’t,” you say softly. “I promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time all day, his breathing starts to steady.

And then he kisses you.

Hard. Desperate. Like he needs to feel every inch of you alive beneath him.

And you let him.

Because for a moment, both of you were ghosts.

But now—he’s real.

And so are you.

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hii!! i love ur posts !! they always make me smile >w< i wanted to request the brothers reacting to a chubby mc ^^ i hope you have a great rest of your timezone!!!

wowie woaw anon you are my first inboxed request 😎 i am kissing u on the lips

With a Chubby MC

Lucifer

He never admit it out loud, but during council meetings you’re his biggest distraction

He thinks your beautiful and can’t help himself from staring

That RAD uniform fits you a little too well ehehehe

He loves your cheeks, he wants to caress your face just to end up grabbing your chin to bring your focus to him (as it should be)

Mammon

You gotta understand, this boy is head over heels for you even when you are a sheep. A SHEEP!!!

Mammon thinks you’re perfect no matter what you look like because you’re his and you’re you

But!!! Hips!!! He is going to grab them 😈

They are soft and squishy and MC they’re literally made for holdin’ stop tryin’ to wiggle free from his grasp ya know he’s not lettin’ go

He likes to pinch you bc he’s a little fucked up and evil 🤧

Levi

Thighs 👁👄👁

Thigh Highs??!!?!! 👁🫦👁 🖐😫

If you dare to put on a tennis skirt with those thigh highs he is doomed

Knee high socks that have a little bit of your leg spilling over the top? Suddenly his nose is bleeding

MC this isn’t fair!!! You’re purposely trying to distract him from the latest Ruri-Chan episode, aren’t you?!

Sit on him plz 🥴

Asmo

Asmo is absolutely obsessed with you. Okay, maybe not as much as himself but a close second for sure!!!

Since he has a slender build, dressing you opens him to a whole other world of fashion that he can’t wear himself, but can make sure you look darling in

If clothes shopping makes you generally uncomfortable, leave it up to the Avatar of Lust to be your personal stylist/designer

Pictures of you are littered all over his Devilgram 🥹

He worships you 💕 (almost as much as himself)

Satan

He doesn’t give a fuck now put on the cat ears 🔫😡

What Satan looks for in a partner is someone who matches his intellect and wit, so honestly looks don’t play a big factor into it

But, he thinks you’re gorgeous all the same

He enjoys having you in his lap while he reads

It’s become second nature so much so that he now finds it difficult to focus if you’re not there

Beel

Hey, it’s more of you for him to snuggle 🥰

You have become this man’s personal teddy bear

He likes to bench press you skenfnsodkfk (Beel plz pick me up)

He loves your arms, you give the softest hugs he’s ever felt and it makes his heart swoon when you wrap your arms around him

Also would love a partner not afraid to snack with him so if that’s you he wants to marry you in an instant

Belphie

Hello human body pillow :)

He’s ditching his cow print pillow in favor of begging you to let him lay on your stomach, thighs, you name it

He also likes it for… less innocent reasons

More places to mark as his 😈

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Demon Brothers with a CryBaby!MC

REQUEST: MY LOVES THE DEMON BROTHERS!!!!!!! Okay, okay.. My request is this: Maybe a little drabble or just a list of headcanons for if MC was a crybaby? I personally cry SUPER easy, like when I bite my tongue, get mildly frustrated, feel happy, do/watch something I like, or laugh a little too hard 😭 It's exhausting but I'm glad I can show my emotions lol and like idk maybe just.. Something about the Demon Brothers getting used to a bit of an overdramatic MC who means well? Idk man. Thanks so much, and I'm so glad you’re back!!!!!!!

NOTE: As a crybaby myself I love this so much!! I’m so happy that I get to do more headcanons after not doing them in forever 😭🙏🏾 reader is gender neutral!

CW: a little suggestive in Lucifer’s part but it’s a blink and you miss it moment

Lucifer

Sigh..he sees now that your stay in the Devildom is going to be very long

He thought it was a ploy at first, an underhanded tactic to try and get your way with him and his brothers and man was he proven wrong quick

You really do cry easy at anything. You keep messing up a potion in class? You’re tearing up. Beel went out of his way to save you some food? You’re already sniffling. Lucifer himself giving you long awaited praise finally? He’s wiping away your happy tears with his glove, lightly scolding you with a smile

He also has a handkerchief made personally for you with your initials (you’re already putting it to use the moment he gives it to you)

If any of his brothers make you cry, he’s already thinking of ways to punish them even if it was on accident— which makes you cry even more cause you don’t want to cause anyone trouble :( (But Lucifer doesn’t care and he’s already stringing up the offenders). If it’s someone outside of his family (and other acquaintances) making you cry, there’s no question that they will be facing the consequences

Tearing up helps you get your way more he just doesn’t want to admit it

You’re overdramatic but you do mean well, so Lucifer makes peace with it. He doesn’t mince his words or baby you (too much), but he reassures you that what he says isn’t out of malice. Plus you’ve proved overtime that you’re stronger than he thought and that you shouldn’t be underestimated, no matter how much you cry

As your relationship deepens, he learns how to manage your tears better and gains more patience— it’s a part of his life now that you’re in it

The sadistic side of him loves to see you cry— but only when he’s the reason behind it (and not in a bad way). He won’t let you know it either. Let it be when it’s behind closed doors when he has you all to himself and he’ll make sure to indulge in you fully

Mammon

Why does the Great and Powerful Mammon have to take care of you?! He has better things to do with his time than to watch over someone like yo— wait MC he doesn’t mean it please stop crying

He can be scummy but he’s not scummy enough to make you cry!

Mammon himself is sensitive (even if he doesn’t cry as much as you do but he is in tune with his emotions so he understands where you’re coming from

He’ll call you a crybaby but only in his tough guy act (and when you guys are close enough to when he’s sure you won’t cry when he does — he’s only kidding!)

Mammon will be more protective than he already is. As soon as he thinks you’re about to start tearing up, he’s already looking for the threat reason behind it, ready to take care of the issue. Whether it’s another demon or because you bit your tongue, Mammon’s taking care of you no matter what!

He may not admit to it in the beginning, but he loves being your protector. It does feed his ego (and melts his heart) when you thank him with a teary smile. This doesn’t mean that he likes to see you cry (unless it’s happy tears), but he likes that you depend on him. It makes him feel wanted

In moments where he needs support, you hold him and allow him to let go. You try to hold back your own tears, but Mammon encourages you to let it out too. It turns into a good and much needed cry session for you both (but mainly for him)

You being overdramatic just adds onto the daily fun (and madness) that you both deal with. You’ve become a source of comfort for Mammon just as he is to you

Leviathan

Well what else is to be expected from a normie like you (he can be a crybaby too MC he just doesn’t want to admit it)

You and Levi both start to bawl when watching anime— you two would try to hold in your tears but when you look over at each another, one of you always crack and it turns into a snowball effect

(Levi doesn’t realize that he’s holding you until the tears dry up and then he jumps away from you even though he didn’t want to)

He used to get mad if you were losing or bad at multiplayer games until he saw how frustrated you got. You kept apologizing for being the worst player two, and it makes Levi realize how he’s been acting. He’s been there before and tries to actually help you instead of belittling you— he ends up having more fun seeing you win than caring about his own!

Sometimes he’ll want to rage but he remembers that you’re trying and tries not to be so hard on you

It hurts you when you see Levi feeling really low. In the moments where he falls deep into his self-hatred, you just listen and stay by his side as he demeans himself. You break when he remarks how someone like you could even be his friend when he doesn’t deserve it. You both sob as you hold him and he doesn’t pull away this time

When you’re searching for comfort, Levi and his room is the perfect safe haven. He’s the perfect distraction— and depending on how upset you’re feeling (and if you want to talk about it) he gives you space while still physically being around

He makes a secret compilation/playlist of videos that he knows you’ll love and gets happy when he sees how you react to them. He’s constantly sneaking glances at you and it unknowingly puts a smile (and a blush) on his face

While Levi may not react the same to certain things how you do, he can relate. He has his own emotional moments, both good and bad. He knows how it feels when his brothers dismiss him like he’s overreacting, and he doesn’t want to do the same to you. Even when he’s having a meltdown over the new Ruri-Chan figure, you never once downplayed his feelings— you take how he feels seriously and he wants to do the same with you

He’s never felt alone with you and he makes sure that you’re not either

Satan

Satan was confused. He couldn’t comprehend why or how you would be in distress so quickly. You could be very animated, that’s for sure

Gets irritated with people if you’re together and they make you cry. Gives a very clear threat warning to leave you alone— not only are they bothering you but they’re also intruding on his time with you

Advises you to avoid him when he’s feeling enraged or getting himself to that point. He’ll be so upset if he ends up hurting you that he’s not sure if he would be able to forgive himself

If you’re crying because you’re frustrated, he can relate to that big time. He encourages you to let out all your anger— he’s been in the same position countless times and he’s felt better afterward. Besides, you won’t cause as much damage as he usually does…

He finds it endearing when you’re getting choked up while reading a book together. It became one of his favorite pastimes with you. To see how immersed you get in a story like he does while holding you makes him feel connected to you even more. He has a box of tissues ready for you because he knows to expect it

People may think that Satan has to walk on eggshells around you, but he doesn’t. You’re strong enough to withstand his words, but he’s also conscious with what he says. He doesn’t belittle you, think that you’re lesser than him, none of that— he sees you as an equal regardless of your emotional outbursts. He loves you just as much as he respects you, which is immeasurable

Asmodeus

Asmo has met his match

But unlike him, you’re not doing it on purpose— and from the looks of it you can’t control it either. No matter what emotion you’re feeling, tears are pooling at the corner of your eyes

You’re giving him a run for his money MC!l

But he does think it’s adorable! Combine it with your little pout and he’ll just want to eat you up! He can’t help but tease you~

Unless it’s something serious— then he’s worried and trying to calm you down, which is effective (coming from a drama queen, he’s learned a few things on how to calm himself down and it translate over well for you)

Will try to use your tears to get what he (and you) want from others (even if you’re not in on his plan)— works exceptionally well especially with his brothers

Even he falls for it sometimes

Asmo finds it warming when he sees how happy you get over the little things he does for you. Something as small as complimenting and pampering you is making you emotional— but please try to calm down you’re going to mess up his work!

Always promises to kiss your tears away

Coming from a fellow drama queen, Asmo doesn’t mind your theatrics. He embraces them fully! He dots away your tears with grace, and makes sure to remind you of how much you’re loved

Beelzebub

Beel felt sympathy for you— if you’re crying this much already, he’s not sure how you’re going to survive down here

He’s better and faster at picking up on what’s wrong- if anyone is asking why you’re dabbing your eyes, Beel is already explaining why

On the case that you hurt yourself, he’s worried obviously! Especially if it’s because you bit your tongue— Beel knows that pain all too well and he doesn’t even know what he can do to help except just hold you :( he’s keeping a closer eye on you now whenever you’re eating together. Sometimes he’ll feed you himself because he’s just that nervous and doesn’t want anything to happen again

Pulls you away from people when he sees that you’re starting to get worked up (unless you’re laughing or smiling)

Has your favorite food ready if you’re upset (with nothing missing mind you!). Food helps Beel feel better and he’s hoping it does the same for you

If you’re looking for comfort and he’s in his shared bedroom: he doesn’t ask you any questions, he just lets you curl up to him. If he’s busy or not in his room he lets you lay in his bed. It’s stirs something inside him when he sees you wrapped in his blanket (bonus if Belphie is sound asleep next to you— Beel can’t stop smiling)

And your scent being on his sheets brings him his own comfort

It sounds rude but Beel wasn’t really affected by you being overdramatic. It’s not that he doesn’t care (because he does)— it just became normal to him. He doesn’t say you’re overreacting nor does he baby you— he 100% values how you feel and never undermines you

Belphegor

Being the youngest brother, Belphie is known as the baby of the group— but now you can take his title!

(You make it too simple for him to pick on you MC)

You got your own pillow from Belphie because he got annoyed at how wet you were making his (but he’s also content because now you both have matching pillows!)

He’s another one that likes to see your tears and doesn’t hide it. If anything, he’ll use it to his advantage to have you around him more

Are you starting to get upset? Just forget about it and curl up with Belphie underneath the covers. You don’t need to worry about that or anything else, just focus on him— it’s time for your daily nap together anyway. It makes his brothers furious when they see your teary face buried in Belphie’s chest, but he doesn’t care whatsoever— he revels in it

Outside of using that to be selfish spend time with you, it really doesn’t bother him. It might if it gets in the way of his sleep, but all he’ll do is hold you until you tire yourself out. Crying yourself to sleep will have you so well rested after the fact— trust me he would know

Especially when he was in the attic and after what he did to you

But he does find it amusing when you explain why you’re on the brink of sobbing— especially when it’s on a happy note. A story that made you laugh too hard, Luke going out of his way to make you a difficult dessert— it’s cute how you get worked up all over again telling him, and it helps lull him into easy sleep

But it also tugs at his heartstrings— you’re blubbering while telling him how much you like being with him and he’s downplaying it but it honestly makes him want to cry to (but it’s something that he’s keeping to himself)

Belphie takes your overdramatic moments in stride because it’s a part of you. It’s what makes you, you. Even if it means wiping away your tears and having to deal with a damp blanket for all of eternity, he’s fine with it if it means he gets to love you

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ABC TO ADOPT

↳ you buy a cheap version of your boyfriends plushie merch and declare it a part of your newfound family

ft. kirishima, kaminari, sero & shinsou

warnings: f!reader implied for kaminari + shinsou otherwise gn!reader, established relationship

kirishima eijiro

kaminari denki

sero hanta

shinsou hitoshi

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Spending the Night (Yandere Shouta AizawaxReader)

Shifting under the blankets, Aizawa groaned softly. He couldn’t believe that it was already time for him to get up, all he wanted to do was stay in bed. But this time it wasn’t because he needed more sleep (at least, not entirely). All things considered, he actually felt a bit more well-rested than usual. No, he just wanted to stay curled up with you all day, be lulled back to sleep by your steady breaths. Even now, as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, he was drawn back to your warmth. You were a magnet, one Aizawa was finding it harder and harder to leave.

           As much as he wished that he could spend all day with you though, Aizawa had certain responsibilities that he knew he had to take care of. After all, he was a pro hero and a teacher to boot, and while he loved both of his jobs (though he might not always seem like he did), he resented the fact that they kept him from spending as much time with you as he would have liked. Every minute he spent with you, Aizawa felt something he so rarely did: at peace. With you his constant stream of worries and concerns would disappear, leaving him feeling lighter than he had in years.

           But still, Aizawa was nothing if not practical. He recognized that if he was to take care of you, provide for you, he needed to continue working. Besides, he reminded himself, every time he went out on a patrol, every time he put another villain behind bars, he was making the world a safer place for you to live. And when he taught his class he was making sure that the next generation of heroes would be up to scratch so that they could do the same. So as much as he hated doing it, he slipped out from under the covers and stood up.

Stretching his still tired muscles a bit, Aizawa looked down at your sleeping form. Nestled under the covers, breaths still deep and heavy, you looked positively angelic. Aizawa chuckled at the comparison; before finding you, he never would have imagined thinking that way about someone. It was true though, you were an angel to him. And even though he might not have told you yet, he loved you. He loved your warm eyes and your bright smile, your intelligence and your kindness; he loved everything about you. Leaning down towards you, he gently brushed his lips against your forehead.

At Aizawa’s slight touch, you shifted in your sleep, but only a bit. Glancing at your alarm clock one last time, Aizawa confirmed that you had about an hour more of sleep before your alarm went off. There was no doubt to him that you deserved it. And although he would miss you, he would see you and your smile again tonight at the latest, maybe sooner if he could get away during lunch. Yes, he thought to himself, there was so much to love about you. But as he reopened your window and quietly climbed out, taking one last look to make sure he hadn’t left any traces of his visit behind, he thought in that moment that he loved you being such a heavy sleeper most of all.

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What I look like at the function knowing I should be in bed reading a reader insert rn

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hii, I have a request if it’s not too much work. denki x online gf reader. all of his friends think he’s lying about her but for their spring break the reader flies from America to Japan to visit denki for the first time (reader is in a hero course in America aswell) :p

Denki x Online GF!Reader - The Surprise Spring Break Visit

It was a sunny morning in Japan, and the UA campus was buzzing with excitement for the upcoming spring break. Denki Kaminari, the class clown and the most energetic member of Class 1-A, was practically vibrating with excitement. He couldn’t stop talking about his girlfriend — someone who everyone assumed was just an imaginary online relationship.

“You guys, seriously, she’s real! She’s flying in from America! You’ll meet her when she gets here!” Denki insisted for what felt like the hundredth time, his voice bright with enthusiasm as he bounced in his seat.

The others exchanged skeptical glances. They loved Denki, but this was a bit much. Everyone knew he was a bit of a flirt, so they assumed the ‘online girlfriend’ was just another one of his harmless jokes. But Denki had insisted so many times, they couldn’t help but doubt him.

“Yeah, sure, Denki. When we meet her, will she be just as ‘real’ as your other ‘girlfriends’?” Kirishima teased, nudging him with a grin.

“Dude, I’m telling you, this is the real deal!” Denki said, a determined look on his face. “She’s coming all the way from America to meet me! You’ll see.”

The week passed by quickly, and the day of the big arrival came. Denki had been bouncing around all morning, practically shaking with anticipation. He’d made all the arrangements — from the airport pick-up to the meeting spot — and couldn’t wait for his friends to finally believe him.

Finally, the moment came. Denki stood at the airport gate, nervously glancing at the clock, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. A few minutes later, a familiar face appeared, and Denki’s heart leapt in his chest.

There she was. Y/N. His online girlfriend, looking even more stunning in person. Her warm smile was brighter than any of his expectations, and Denki rushed over to meet her, completely ignoring the stunned looks from his classmates who had tagged along.

“Y/N!” Denki grinned, running up to her. Without thinking, he pulled her into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground in excitement. “I can’t believe you’re finally here!”

Y/N laughed, adjusting her bag before wrapping her arms around him. “I missed you too, Denki. It’s so crazy being here… but I’m happy to finally meet you in person.”

The others, standing a bit further away, were frozen in shock. They couldn’t believe it. Denki's online girlfriend was real. They had assumed it was some elaborate joke or a figment of his imagination, but here she was, standing right in front of them, looking exactly like the photos Denki had shown them. She was even more beautiful in person.

“Okay, okay, we need to admit it. He wasn’t lying.” Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck, still in disbelief.

Denki's grin widened. “Told you! See, I told you she was real!”

Y/N gave a shy smile and waved at the group, her cheeks turning a light pink. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I know this must be a surprise for everyone, but I’m really happy to be here.”

As everyone started to warm up to the idea of Denki’s ‘real’ relationship, they began to ask Y/N questions. “So, you’re in the hero course back in America?” Momo asked, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, just like Denki. We met through some shared interests, and we’ve been talking ever since. He’s kind of a big deal to me.” Y/N chuckled softly, glancing up at Denki with affection.

The group couldn’t help but smile, seeing how genuine their connection was. Even though they had doubted Denki’s relationship at first, seeing how happy he was now, they couldn’t help but be supportive.

“Alright, alright. We’ll admit it. You got us, man.” Bakugo grumbled, though there was a slight hint of a smile on his face. “Just don’t get too mushy in front of us, okay?”

Denki laughed and gave him a thumbs-up. “No promises! She’s my girlfriend, I’m gonna be all over her!”

Y/N playfully punched Denki’s shoulder. “Careful, or you’ll make me regret coming to Japan!”

The rest of the day was filled with laughter, exploring, and bonding. Even though Denki’s friends had been skeptical, they could see how much the two cared for each other. The chemistry between Denki and Y/N was undeniable.

And as the day went on, everyone started to think: maybe Denki wasn’t just the class clown after all. Maybe he was more serious about this relationship than they had given him credit for.

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~☆I'm sorry.

summary: Sending "im sorry" and then disappearing for hours with no explanation

ft. k.bakugou, e.kirishima, h.sero, d.kaminari, n.monoma, h.shinsou

inspo credit: @natsusleftbootyhole 🤍

k.bakugou

e.kirishima

h.sero

d. kaminari

n.monoma

h.shinso

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Stupid

Shinso x reader

Part 1

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Shinso was frustrated

People didn't trust him, from the moment he developed his power, Shinso's every interaction was tainted by suspicion. As he grew up he began to learn to understand where this discomfort came from, it was mostly self preservation. This social divide was not the source of Shinso’s frustration.

You were.

Initaly shinso’s frustration with you came from the fact that you seemed to have none of the self preservation that every other person around him had, to put it bluntly, in the beginning he thought you were stupid.

To be fair he thought all the people who tried to trust him were stupid, no matter their reasoning be it pity, naivety or a desire to feel morally superior. Shinso was always quick to shut those people down. Any and all who tried to make a statement in befriending him were quick to regret it the moment they lost control of their body’s, more often than not he didn’t even make them do anything, a few seconds of vulnerability being enough to snuff out their false bravado.

With most people the moment he let their minds slip from his control they were gone, there had been a select few who attempted to maintain face. Poorly mind you, their discomfort and desire to get as far from him as possible was very apparent, even at a glance.

Shinso found a satisfaction in it, he wasn’t some passion project to make people feel good about themselves, though if he's being entirely honest, his immediate rejection of attempts at connection is probably a defense mechanism, but trauma makes good heros, so far as he had seen. So hitoshi was content in keeping this habit.

So you can imagine the confusion and annoyance shiso felt when you seemed to immediately perk right back up after experiencing his quirk, assaulting him with a myriad of questions about the limitations and qualities of his ability.

Hitoshi’s first impression was that, if the people who chose to trust him once were foolish. You were fucking brain dead.

By the time he had come to learn you were actually a fairly well off student he had already developed a sense of responsibility for your safety. If you were content with letting a whole ass stranger brainwash you, who knows what else you were cool with.

Over all you had a decent head on your shoulders, though you were lacking in teh ways of self preservation when it came to meeting others, seeming to Believe that every person attending a hero school couldn’t be all that bad.

Your naivety, a trait that Hitoshi usually found annoying, became the reason the two of you continued to hangout. Somewhere along teh way shinso found that he had grown fond of you.

Shinso’s biggest source of frustration would begin, ona Sunday evening, as he hung out with you in your dorm.

Most days you were fairly receptive to his help, that day wasnt one of those days. Finals were aproching and you had been craming for most of the week, with a big test tommorrow you were pushing yourself the hardest that day. Hitoshi had picked up far heathier studying habbits and was content just doing a generel reveiw, you were not. Knowing and haveing memorized everything you could resonably need to know didn’t seem to ease your anxiety.

He put his foot down when he realized you hadn’t eaten or slept properly in a couple days. You unfortunately were less then pleased with his desition.

Shinso grew tired of your defiance.

He liked to think he had a relatively good handle on his temper, but his pacience was already tightroping on a very thin line. Having gone back and forth with you for a while, you gave a final rebutal as you turned back to your paper covered desk.

“Even though you could, we both know you won't make me.”

Pacience snaped, shinso enveloped you in his control. He could feel your mind wriggle and fight against his control but he held firm.

“sit on your bed.” he spoke firmly, reaching to grab the bowl of now luke warm soup he had brought up for you, before moving to sit next to you.

“now you are gonna eat.” you put out your hands for teh soup and spoon. Hitoshi liked to think he knew you pretty well and he was danm sure that if he allowed you to feed your self even in this state you would attempt and possobly sucssed in dumping the soup out of spite.

That wouldn't be diffucult to work around. Insted of handing you the bowl, he instead filled the spoon and raised it to your lips himself.

“open your mouth.” your struggle had mostly stopped at this point, seeming resined to your fate. Once he placed the spoon on your tounge you instictuly closed your mouth around it.

“now swallow it all.” you did so without no resistace this time. With you now semmingly willing to cooperate he pulled the spoon from you mouth before releasing his hold on your mind.

“Now that I’ve made my point will you eat?” You nodded your head softly, and without another word of complaint you began to eat. You didn’t seem upset, you didn’t kick him out of your dorm or reprimand him.

Still your silence throughout the rest of his time with you bothered him. Even after he left for the night it ate at him.

had he gone to far? Hitoshi was loath to admit he had begun to enjoy your company. He found that he was devastated at the prospect of losing you, he was stupid for believing you could truly be comfortable with the level of control he could exert over you.

Shinso was almost scared to face you, an immense guilt had hollowed out his chest through the night, he had barely slept.

Instead Hitoshi found that what was going to be your “final confrontation” was nothing more than how you always greeted him, with a bright smile and a cheery call of his name.

Shinso couldn't have known that on that fateful night your dynamic had changed.

That somehow, some way.

His actions alone had changed something in you.

Awaked something in you.

A brat.

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Part 2 in the works

Might be nsfw but I haven’t decided yet

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DO NOT DO THIS!! EVER! I love fanfic obviously and the people who take the time to create and write and edit and make the art that we enjoy is not something to just throw at AI because you want more chapters! It’s not yours at all do not touch it. Even If the creator isn’t posting or if the series was dropped do not touch it, read what was written and make something else up in your head if you want but NO AI EVER! The creator is a person who’s working on something you enjoying it doesn’t give you the right to do ANYTHING to it! I’m ranting but this honestly makes me so angry

This is the worst timeline. (x)

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The reaction of the U.A. Students, Class 1-A to their soulmate is a villainess:

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku would be stunned to learn his soulmate is a villainess. His idealistic view of soulmates—nurtured by his hopeful, All Might-inspired worldview—would make him question how someone destined for him could be on the wrong side. He’d likely mutter to himself, analyzing every detail of the soulmate bond.

Izuku’s core trait is his empathy. He’d dive into understanding why she’s a villain, researching her backstory, motivations, and any injustices that led her down this path. He’d see parallels with others villains and believe she’s not inherently evil. For example, if her villainy stems from pain or betrayal, he’d feel a personal responsibility to reach her.

Izuku would struggle with the conflict between his hero duties and his soulmate bond. He’d confide in All Might or Uraraka, seeking advice on whether he can save her without compromising his principles. Ultimately, he’d resolve to confront her, not to fight, but to offer her a chance at redemption.

“I know there’s good in you. I can feel it because we’re connected.”

Izuku would approach her with kindness, dodging her attacks while pleading for her to open up. He’d risk his safety to prove his faith in her potential, possibly even taking a hit to show he won’t give up. His goal would be to bring her to the hero side, even if it takes years.

Katsuki Bakugo:

Bakugo would be furious upon discovering his soulmate is a villainess. He’d see it as a personal insult to his ambition to be the top hero.

“A villain?! No way in hell my soulmate’s some lowlife!”

He’d initially deny the bond, assuming it’s a mistake or a trick. He might even lash out at anyone who brings it up, like Kirishima.

Beneath his rage, Bakugo would grapple with the soulmate bond’s pull. His pride would clash with an instinctive need to understand her. He’d stalk her battles or interrogate others about her, pretending it’s for hero work but secretly trying to figure out why she was chosen for him. Her strength or defiance might begrudgingly impress him, especially if she matches his intensity.

Bakugo would track her down, ready for a fight. His approach would be aggressive.

“You think you can drag me down with you? I’m gonna win this!”

However, if she taunts him or shows a spark of vulnerability, he’d hesitate. Her ability to stand up to him might earn his respect, planting seeds of doubt about her “villain” label.

Bakugo wouldn’t admit he cares, but he’d become obsessed with defeating her and proving she’s not just a villain. He’d see her as a challenge to his strength and ideals. Over time, he might grudgingly acknowledge her skills or reasons, but he’d never go soft—his goal would be to drag her to the hero side through sheer force of will.

“You’re mine, so you better shape up!”

Shoto Todoroki:

Shoto would react with calm but deep unease when he learns his soulmate is a villainess. His stoic nature would mask his turmoil, but the revelation would hit hard, especially given his complicated family history with villains (Dabi). He’d stare at the soulmate mark or feel the bond’s pull, wondering if fate is mocking him.

Shoto would reflect on what this means for his identity as a hero and his past. He’d draw parallels to his father’s rigid views or his brother’s fall, questioning whether his soulmate is truly irredeemable. He’d approach the situation logically, seeking her out to learn her story rather than jumping to conclusions. When confronting her, Shoto would be reserved but direct.

“Why are you doing this? What made you this way?”

His calm demeanor might unsettle her, especially if she expects hostility. If she reveals a tragic past or a cause she believes in, Shoto would sympathize, seeing echoes of his own struggles with Endeavor’s legacy.

Shoto would aim to understand her without immediately trying to “fix” her. He’d believe in the possibility of change, influenced by his own journey and his mother’s recovery. However, he’d set firm boundaries—if she endangers others, he’d fight her as a hero, but he’d always leave room for dialogue. His long-term hope would be to guide her toward redemption, even if it means facing her as an opponent first.

Eijiro Kirishima:

Kirishima would be shocked but not disheartened to learn his soulmate is a villainess. His "manly" ethos, inspired by Crimson Riot, emphasizes heart and courage, so he’d see this as a challenge to his ideals.

“A villain? That’s rough, but I bet she’s got a good heart deep down!”

He might feel the soulmate bond and take it as a sign to act. Kirishima’s all about understanding people’s struggles, as seen with his support for Bakugo and his own past insecurities. He’d try to learn about her—why she’s a villain, what drives her. If her villainy stems from hardship or feeling outcast, he’d relate, recalling his own doubts about being a hero. He’d likely talk to Mina or Tetsutetsu, hyping himself up to “save her.”

Kirishima would approach her with enthusiasm and sincerity, hardening his body to block her attacks while grinning.

“Hey, we’re soulmates! Let’s talk this out!”

He’d try to appeal to her better nature, emphasizing that she doesn’t have to be alone. If she mocks his optimism, he’d double down, refusing to give up on her.

Kirishima would see her as someone worth fighting for, not against. He’d work tirelessly to show her a “manly” path to redemption, even if it means taking hits or looking uncool. His unwavering belief in her potential could wear down her defenses, especially if she’s drawn to his genuine heart.

Denki Kaminari:

“A villainess?! No way, I’m supposed to get a cute hero girlfriend!”

Denki would freak out when he realizes his soulmate is a villainess, probably short-circuiting from stress. He’d joke about it to hide his nerves, maybe whining to Sero or Jiro about how unfair it is. The soulmate bond would make him jittery but curious.

Denki’s not the most serious guy, but he’s got a good heart. He’d be torn between fear of her villain status and intrigue about who she is. He’d probably stalk her on social media (if she has any) or ask Kirishima for advice on being “cool” about it. If she’s charismatic or flirty, he’d be flustered, thinking:

“Okay, she’s kinda hot, but villain!”

Denki’s approach would be awkward but earnest. He’d try to play it cool, tossing out cheesy lines like, “So, uh, soulmate, huh? Wanna ditch the villain gig and grab ramen?” If she attacks, he’d zap back defensively, yelping, “I’m not good at this!” Her reaction—whether she teases him or shows a softer side—would determine how bold he gets.

Denki would struggle with the hero-villain divide but lean on his friends for support. He’d try to charm her into switching sides, using humor and kindness to break through her walls. If she shows any hint of goodness, he’d latch onto it. His laid-back vibe might unexpectedly disarm her over time.

“See? I knew you weren’t all bad!”

Hanta Sero:

Sero would be surprised but take it in stride, keeping his cool.

“A villainess? That’s… unexpected, but I’ll figure it out.”

He’s level-headed and adaptable, so he’d accept the soulmate bond as something to work with. He’d probably joke with Kaminari about their “bad luck” but stay focused.

Sero’s not as intense as Bakugo or as emotional as Midoriya, so he’d approach the situation practically. He’d gather intel on her—her quirks, motives, and crimes—while reflecting on what the soulmate bond means. If her villainy is driven by circumstance (poverty or betrayal), he’d sympathize.

“Life’s not black-and-white.”

Sero would engage her with a mix of caution and charm, using his tape quirk to swing around and keep distance.

“So, you’re my soulmate? Gotta say, you’re making my job complicated.”

He’d try to reason with her, appealing to her logic or any shared connection from the bond. If she’s defiant, he’d stay calm, dodging attacks and looking for an opening to connect.

Sero would play the long game, believing he can sway her through persistence and understanding. He’d show her he’s reliable, not judgmental, hoping to build trust. If she’s redeemable, he’d work to bring her to the hero side; if not, he’d reluctantly accept they’re enemies but still feel the bond’s pull, making it bittersweet.

Ochaco Uraraka:

Uraraka would be deeply shaken to learn her soulmate is a villainess. Her warm, optimistic view of soulmates—likely tied to her dreams of a brighter future—would make this feel like a betrayal of her hopes. She’d clutch the soulmate mark and tear up.

“How could my soulmate be someone who hurts others?”

She’d confide in Midoriya or Iida for support. Uraraka’s drive to help others, rooted in her desire to ease her parents’ burdens, would push her to understand the villainess’s reasons. If the villainess’s actions stem from poverty or desperation, Uraraka would relate strongly, thinking: “I could’ve ended up like her if things were different.” She’d see this as a chance to “save” her soulmate, much like she admires Midoriya’s heroism.

Uraraka would approach the villainess with determination but kindness, using her quirk to evade attacks while pleading:

“You don’t have to do this! We’re connected for a reason!”

If the villainess mocks her optimism, Uraraka would stand firm, showing her resolve. Her earnestness might catch the villainess off guard, especially if Uraraka shares her own struggles to connect.

Uraraka would hold onto hope, believing the soulmate bond means the villainess has good in her. She’d work tirelessly to show her a better path, even risking herself to protect her from other heroes. Her goal would be redemption, driven by the belief that “no one’s too far gone,” especially her soulmate.

Tsuyu Asui:

Tsuyu would be surprised but maintain her composure upon discovering her soulmate is a villainess. Her straightforward, level-headed nature would keep her from panicking.

“This is complicated, kero, but I’ll deal with it.”

She’d process her feelings privately, maybe discussing it with Tokoyami or Midoriya. Tsuyu’s pragmatic mindset would lead her to investigate the villainess’s motives and backstory. She’d consider whether the villainess is driven by ideology, trauma, or necessity, drawing on her own experience of staying grounded despite challenges. Tsuyu’s empathy, seen in her care for her siblings and classmates, would make her open to understanding rather than judging.

Tsuyu would approach the villainess calmly, using her frog-like agility to dodge attacks while keeping the conversation focused.

“You’re my soulmate, kero. I want to know why you’re doing this.”

Her blunt honesty might disarm the villainess, and Tsuyu would look for any sign of remorse or doubt to build on. If the villainess is hostile, Tsuyu would prioritize protecting others but leave the door open for dialogue.

Tsuyu would take a steady, patient approach, believing the soulmate bond suggests a chance for change. She’d try to build trust through small, consistent acts of kindness, like protecting the villainess from harm during battles. If redemption isn’t possible, Tsuyu would accept it with quiet sadness but never fully sever the emotional tie.

Mina Ashido:

“No way, my soulmate’s a villainess?! That’s so not cool!”

Her vibrant, upbeat personality would make her see the soulmate bond as a wild twist. She’d rant to Kirishima, half-joking about how her “epic love story” got so messy, but her excitement would mask genuine concern.

Mina’s outgoing nature and belief in second chances (seen in her support for her friends) would drive her to learn about the villainess. She’d be intrigued if the villainess has a bold or charismatic edge.

“Okay, she’s kinda awesome, even if she’s bad!”

If the villainess’s actions come from feeling outcast or misunderstood, Mina would relate, given her own quirky appearance and past insecurities. Mina would dive into the encounter with energy, using her acid quirk to slide around and keep things light.

“Yo, soulmate! Wanna ditch the evil vibe and dance with me instead?”

If the villainess is aggressive, Mina would match her intensity but keep trying to connect, throwing in humor to break the tension. Her infectious positivity might throw the villainess off balance.

Mina would treat the villainess like a friend she hasn’t won over yet, refusing to give up. She’d invite her to see the fun, heroic side of life, believing her soulmate just needs the right push. If the villainess shows any spark of goodness, Mina would amplify it. Even if redemption takes time, Mina’s relentless cheer would keep the hope alive.

“See? You’re totally hero material!”

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Can I ask for a “wiping off their kiss prank” with Bakugo, Deku, and kirishima? Thank uu!

Katsuki Bakugo

It was a quiet moment — just you and Bakugo in the common room after hours. He wasn’t exactly the cuddly type, but tonight, he’d pulled you into his lap, arms draped lazily around your waist, his chin tucked on your shoulder.

“Dumbass,” he muttered, but his voice was soft. “Come here.”

He leaned in and gave you the quickest, softest kiss — not explosive or rough, just a real, sweet moment. You smirked.

Then you dramatically wiped it off with the back of your hand.

Silence.

Bakugo blinked.

“…The hell was that?”

You blinked innocently. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t feel like being kissed right now.”

He stared at you, mouth slightly parted, like you’d just personally kicked Explosion Murder God Dynamight in the gut.

“…What?”

You turned to look at your nails, smug as ever. “Guess I’m just not in the mood.”

He stood up so fast it made your heart jump. One hand cupped your face, the other wrapped around your waist, and bam — he kissed you again, hard, intense, like he was reclaiming stolen territory. You barely had a second to react before he kissed you again — slower this time. Lingering. Hot. Butterflies everywhere.

You stared at him, wide-eyed.

“You wipe that off,” he growled, voice low, “and I’ll kiss you so many times your damn lips fall off.”

You couldn’t even speak. He smirked, cheeks a little red.

“That’s what I thought.”

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Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

He was SO proud. He’d spent the whole day hyping himself up just to press the tiniest kiss to your cheek. And when he finally did — blush creeping up to his ears, lips feather-soft — he pulled back with the sweetest smile ever.

But you?

You wiped it away.

His face fell.

“Oh—wait—did I—was that—did I do something wrong?”

Your lips twitched. “Nah. I just didn’t feel like it.”

Izuku panicked. “I—wait—I didn’t mean to—was that too soon? Too fast?? I should’ve—maybe we can—OH MY GOD I MESSED UP—”

You burst out laughing and tugged on his sleeve. “Midoriya, it’s a prank. Chill.”

He froze.

“…A prank?”

You nodded, smug. “Yep.”

He blinked again, then grinned. Like full-on sunshine-grin, like he just won a gold medal in “Best Boyfriend Ever.”

“You got me good,” he chuckled nervously. “But, uh—does that mean I can—can I kiss you again?”

You barely had time to answer before he pressed a kiss to your other cheek. Then your forehead. Then your nose. Then your lips — soft and sweet and so ridiculously affectionate your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

“Still not in the mood?” he whispered, lips brushing yours.

You melted into him, dizzy with butterflies.

“I’m very much in the mood now.”

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Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima always looked at you like you hung the stars — like you were the coolest, prettiest, strongest person alive. So when he kissed you, it was with that same reverence — gentle and soft, fingers brushing your cheek, a smile on his lips before he leaned in.

You could feel your cheeks burning.

And then, right in front of him, you wiped it away.

“…HUH?” He looked genuinely offended. “Was—was it bad?! Was I not manly enough?!”

You gave him a teasing look. “Mmm… could’ve been better.”

He stared at you like you had just personally challenged him to a duel.

“Say less.”

Suddenly, he had you scooped in his arms like a damn prince, and before you could sass him again, he kissed you again — longer, deeper, full of this earnest, smitten energy that made your toes curl. He pulled back, and you saw the sparkle in his eyes.

“Better?”

You were dazed. Blushing. Absolutely leveled.

“I—um—yeah—”

“Nope,” he grinned. “You don’t get to wipe that off.”

And then he kissed you again. And again. And again — your laughter echoing through the room, every kiss landing on your cheeks, your forehead, your neck, your lips.

“You’re never getting rid of these,” he teased.

And honestly?

You didn’t want to.

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