I haven't been in the fandom for a good few years now, recently got sucked back in bc of Og Sans, kinda stayed for Ink, 100% staying for Fresh.
Bros got a choke hold on me (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞, I made a cosplay on roblox and even pulled out my old skates that I haven't touched in years. Gosh I love him ◍˃ᵕ˂◍
Man, I'm just into the colorful unique ones ig (✿◠‿◠)
Heavily debating if I should just make an alt account for him ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)
I've only found like one fic that I liked for him on Ao3, bc his tag doesn't really work and I'm not smart enough to know why, same goes with Ink.
(Every commenter on the current chapter has been found dead in a back alley loll)
I originally was gonna make two requests, but I forgot the what the other one was like five seconds ago. I'm not risking forgetting again, so here we go gng! :)
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Headcanons or a oneshot is fine, I'll leave that one up to you!! :^D
I Was wondering how he would fair with a
Hispanic/Lanito partner? [AFAB or Netural is fine]
Would he pick up the language quickly? What about the traditions? Would he get behind the music, and dances? + ect
I think it would be cute and funny to speak so affectionately about him in Spanish, calling him cute nicknames and such or evening gushing about him while we'll cuddling, while he likely has no idea what I'm yapping sbout (*ˊᗜˋ*)
Idk, i would honestly just have so much fun with him if he didn't know the language / doesn't learn it.
(*ˊᗜˋ*)ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ BTW!!
I hope you have a lovely day!!
Please take care!! <33
BBBAAAIII!! ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑ೃ࿔ [4 now hehe]
a/n: UR SUCH A SWEETIE and me too bro… just something about the loud, colorful ones that pull me in….. i’m not too educated on latina culture, so i hope I didn’t mess anything up… PLEASE TELL ME IF I WROTE SOMETHING OFFENSIVE LIKE ASAP. i also apologize for how short this is, but i tried my best with what i know
fresh with a latino/hispanic s/o
definitely doesn’t pick up learning languages too easily. he’s a parasite, so it wasn’t really something he thought about too hard
he doesn’t mind learning if you don’t mind teaching, but you have to be really patient with him
is immensely disappointed if you try to swear in spanish near him. you were unaware that those also get censored, much to your dismay
raises a nonexistent eyebrow whenever you gush at him in spanish, it also makes him a bit nervous. what are you saying to him
“mi querido parásitoooo! :D”
“watdatmean baeski?”
He tilts his head and crouches down to your level, you almost feel bad for teasing him.
“don’t worry ‘bout it!”
“nah, ‘m worryin’! yer totes freakin’ me out babes, i wanna know what’cha called me!”
A dramatic pout crosses his face, his glasses now showing two “>:(“ emoticons on their respective sides.
“maybe one day, tesoro!”
dude this is fresh. he vibes with any and all kind of music, he’s a funky guy. even if it isn’t his favorite, there’s something he’ll find to like about it
he may not know whats being said, but he’s loving the vibe they give off
probably asks the meaning of a few of them if he’s curious enough, but he just listens most of the time
he might also ask some dumbass questions here and there
“yo, is dis what uh… english music sounds like? to people who speak spanish? serious question, brah.”
“🤨”
may be a bit iffy on traditions, it depends
mostly afraid of screwing something up, doing something offensive, or doing it wrong
prepare yourself for a Día de los Muertos with him and the ridiculous questions that come with it
“dead? like me??”
“fresh.”
“i’m asking real questions here, brah! no offense intended!”
fucks with the dances HARD.
he’s all about getting groove, would love to learn new ones
and you tutor him with them? can this get any BETTER
the type to absolutely bust it down on the dance floor when a song you showed him comes on
he’s dancing alright! maybe not very well but he’s definitely got the spirit!
SUMMARY: Mashle X An Outdated Meme
A/N: BEFORE SOMEONE COMES AND GOES "GIRL ITS 2025" (i took offense to whoever sent me that btw) I STARTED WRITING THIS WHEN THE MEME WAS GOING ON BUT I WENT ON SO MANY HIATUS AND QUIT WRITING SO MANY TIMES I ONLY FINISHED IT NOW. SO. JUST LEAVE ME BE. JEEZ.
WARNINGS: N/A except woe betide whoever leaves me another "girl it's 2025 message nobody says that" in my inbox.
MASH:
“They will?”
“Might,” you correct him and pat his head in congratulations for finally paying attention to things aside from the cream puffs he was devouring…even if it wasn't the stuff in the textbooks you had been trying to teach him previously in order to help with today's homework. About half and hour had gone by and Mash's brain cells were clearly already fried trying to memorize one page, so you surrendered and decided to give him a snack break. You'd already studied this particular topic yourself, so you had just mooched around idly waiting for him to finish the whole stack.
You hadn't even realized you had said that aloud, to be honest - just some annoying ongoing joke you've been hearing a lot lately for some reason. Probably from Lemon and her romantic ideas.
“Kay.” Mash swallowed before putting on his thinking face. “Who's the best friends?”
“What?”
A beat.
You slam a fist on the table in mock anger. “Are we not best friends?”
“We are?”
“We - what? We're not?”
“Ah.” Mash nodded like it just dawned on him. “We are.”
“I -”
He offers you the cream puff he was eating. You accept it with a side eye. Two best friends in a room…they might indirectly kiss, you supposed.
LANCE:
“Really?”
“Might,” You repeat, purposely dragging the word on and nodding wisely. For once Lance was caught off-guard in yet another of his tangents on Anna, now falling into contemplative silence that almost has you worried, if it weren’t a good break from his endless yammering about Anna (she’s cute, really, and you do like her, but Lance can...be a lot at times). “Ah, earth to Lance?”
“So I’m assuming we’re the said best friends?”
“No, I was talking about Lemon and me, except she’s too busy trying to kiss Mash.” You roll your eyes, both at Lemon and at Lance. “You idiot, yes us.”
Damn him and his poker face. “Is this how you’re trying to get me to kiss you? Because it’s not working.”
“Forget it, I wouldn’t even want you to kiss me!”
“That’s a shame. You didn’t even ask if I wanted to kiss you.”
“…DO YOU?!”
“No.”
DOT:
“YES. YES WE WILL.”
You winced at his overly-enthusiastic response and slam your hands over your ears, waiting for him to finish bouncing off the walls. Dot has become a literal, well, red dot as you watch him work off all that excitement until he literally collapses like some kind of Tom and Jerry cartoon…or a kid on a sugar rush. You open your mouth, close it wisely, then nod your head instead.
He finally bolts upright and stares at you, face so stern you’re actually scared. He’s really taking this intensely seriously, huh? Um…he does know this is a joke, a meme, right? Oh…he doesn’t…Dot’s actually leaning in and puckering up and ew ew ew -
“DUDE I WAS JOKING! WE’RE FRIENDS!”
“BUT YOU SAID -”
“It’s something I saw online! I didn’t actually mean it!”
“No! You said we’re just friends!”
Great, now he’s butthurt because you guys aren’t best friends.
LEMON:
“OH MY GOD! Are you saying what I think you're saying?”
Hurray, she's fangirling. Blushing and grabbing at her hair, stars in her awestruck eyes, imaginary sparkles winking into existence around her like a halo: the whole act. Is that what you wanted? It's…very intense. Anime girl worthy blushing, hair twirling - oh, even one leg kicked up. Wow. You didn't actually…mean that…
But now you're going to feel like a jerk if you crush her dreams of being an MC in a rom-com, wouldn’t you? Would you do that to her? Your best friend?
Yes. You absolutely would.
“No! No no no no, I was joking, don’t take it seriously!” Whipping and flailing your arms around to ward her off only succeeds in making yourself like a fool trying to practice kung fu with no experience - Lemon only fawns even more and approaches. Heck, you can even hear the ominous background music now…or maybe that’s just the annoying audio from the reels on your phone. Damn reels - how dare they give you the idea to start this - whoa no -
“LEMON! I SAID, BACK OFF! LEMON!”
FINN:
“H-huh? What? Really? Wait, come back! You can't say stuff like that and expect me to figure it out!”
Sorry not sorry, Finn, you’re already slipping off with a well-timed need to head to the bathroom. What’s the worse that could happen? He’d probably fret about it a while, tear out a few strands of hair at worst, overthink it for the next five-seven business weeks, develop (even more) anxiety and - yeah, that had been a bad idea.
Guiltily you glanced back, but ultimately the call of nature prevailed. You’ll check on him later, you decide, and head off.
Upon returning, you’re quite concerned to hear no further interrogation or exclamations from the surely flustered Finn. Peeking through the door almost nervously, you nudged it open further and stepped inside, clearing your throat. “Finn?”
“I’m back.” You sidled inside, eyes going from left to right, scanning the room. “…also I swear I really was joking about the…y’know, kissing.”
Now you spot him. Finn, seated on the chair absolutely frozen with the most pitiful, confused look on his face. There’s almost a loading sign hovering on top of his head. You wave a hand in front of him; he doesn’t blink.
“Oh.” …that’s not good. You’ve definitely broken Finn.
RAYNE:
“I'm your best friend?”
“Uh, yeah?” What a sad life he must have. “What other best friends have you got?”
What a sad life you must have. “It’s not a good thing if I’m your best friend.”
“…Are you insulting me or just putting yourself down now?” Your eyes flick over to him suspiciously, nose wrinkling up from distaste.
“Why can’t it be both?”
“Ooh, self burn, those are rare.” Then you pause. “No, wait, back to the topic.”
“The topic of you kissing me?” Rayne considers it for a long while. Then shakes his head definitively. “Chances are zero. I wouldn’t let you.”
“What if YOU kissed ME then?” You countered like the genius you were.
“…There isn’t a number smaller than zero to calculate that.”
So that’s how it was? Fine! You stood up and loomed over him ominously with a wrathful expression on your face. Rayne leant back a little. “What are you doing?”
“Proving your math is wrong, because I’m going to kiss you this instant.”
Rayne began to back up a step. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Tokoyami has years of experience in controlling Dark Shadow — making sure he doesn’t overstep his boundaries, learning how to keep him under wraps until needed. That is, until it comes to you. The poor boy just can’t seem to keep him at bay whenever you’re around, although maybe that isn’t such a bad thing.
When a pebble is dropped into the inky abyss of a lake, it doesn’t sink straight down to the bottom: it floats. The fall is gradual, its descent furthered by the gentle caress of gravity and irresistible call of darkness. He still remembers the first time he fell too quickly into that abyss, the rapid switch from joy into anger, and from anger into regret… into fear. The shrieks as he realized that the long, stretching shadows around him were his own, inhuman claws tearing forwards with a delight so antithetical to what he felt then. A power-drunk monster, spurred forward by not only darkness, but emotion.
Temperance is a skill that is hard to learn, but it’s one that Tokoyami has mastered. He’s never been allowed to indulge in the jolting epiphanies and fiery emotions of his peers. No — graduality has always been a friend to him. Perhaps out of necessity more than anything else, but still, a friend.
And through his temperance he found some semblance of control over the creature, which only strengthened with time. It’s hard to say when the friendship between Tokoyami and the creature — whom he had affectionately named Dark Shadow, when he was a bit too young to think of anything past the gothic poetry he would read every recess — really formed. But despite the odds, it did.
Either way, it’s been a long, long time since he’s lost control over Dark Shadow.
So really, you’ll have to forgive his change in demeanor.
Tokoyami knows he’s fucked from the moment you walk in. It takes only half a second for his eyes to follow your long strides as you cross the room, and another for his brain to dissolve into a puddle at the sight. The breath catches in his throat, only to be shoved out with a wheeze as the tugging sensation in his chest becomes too much to bear. But instead of being tugged to his feet by some inextricable feeling of love — or whatever it is those gushy romance novels Mina can never seem to stop talking about — he’s instead pulled to his feet by the creature he thought he had control over.
Dark Shadow whips forward with a delighted call of your name, casting his book flying and tugging Tokoyami along as though he were little more than a second thought. For a brief moment he’s taken back to his childhood, when his emotions ran rampant and fueled his darker friend with a malicious power. For a second he’s worried that he’ll grow into that terrifying beast once again, but instead Dark Shadow just nudges his head under your palm for a pet, not unlike a dog. He’s sure that if he had a tail, it’d be wagging, too. And all at once, his instinctual fear drops into red hot embarrassment. He sputters, all of his eloquent prose going straight out the window as he stumbles through some combination of “Dark Shadow,” and “contain yourself.”
“Hello to you too, Dark Shadow,” you laugh, before indulging the shadow with gentle scratches beneath its beak. It makes a contented noise — one that Tokoyami has heard far, far too much lately, and he’s still digging his heels into the floor, as though he’d be able to take back his friend’s little outburst and —
“Hey, Fumikage,” you smile. Yeah, to say he’s in trouble would be an understatement.
Tokoyami swallows thickly. Such a simple gesture, but his heart hammers away in his chest, his breath taken away at your soft, no, fond grin. He wonders if you know how beautiful you are, if you know how much control you have over him. It’s a feeling that, despite the overwhelming embarrassment it brings, he never wants to end. It’s sweet. Pleasant, even. He nervously smooths out his feathers, willing the heat away from his face as he returns your greeting.
Maybe some emotions don’t need to be tempered, after all.
“men with deep voices are most likely to cheat” with tokoyami.
Tokoyami sat as still as stone on the edge of your bed, his hand held delicately between yours like it was something precious—and in truth, he supposed it was.
You handled it like you always did, with a mix of confident ease and chaotic sparkle. You had already laid out your tools in front of him: the black polish he liked, your own selection of colorful decals that you swore up and down you wouldn’t use this time (a lie), and of course, the glitter.
You were focused, tongue poking out just slightly between your lips, while you painted his nails with practiced strokes. Your wrist flicked lightly as you covered each nail in a sharp, midnight black. On the nearby dresser, a soft playlist of hyperpop and old anime songs played, your idea of calming ambiance. He watched you quietly, occasionally flexing the fingers you weren’t holding to test the polish’s weight on his hand.
Tokoyami’s gotten used to this, he thinks.
And he loves the idea of doing this with you.
“You’re unusually quiet,” you murmur, not looking up as you blow lightly on his ring finger. “You okay, prince?”
The variety of endearments you have for him never fails to make his heart flutter.
It’s always a test of what he’ll like versus what he wouldn’t. So far, he likes all of them enough to not ruffle his feathers whenever he hears you call him with them.
Just imagine the first time it happened, when you called Tokoyami “darling” when you thanked him for getting you a glass of water from the counter at a fast food place. Bakugou almost blasted the whole table to bits, his face having a puzzled and obviously shocked expression.
“I am simply focused on the process,” he answered solemnly, the depth of his voice vibrating through the air like distant thunder. “Your technique is… soothing.”
You laughed, eyes still down. “I better be good. I’ve been doing your nails for, what, six months now?”
“Seven,” Tokoyami corrected without hesitation.
“Aww. You counted.” You smiled, proud, and finally glanced up at him, meeting the faint blush creeping across his shadowed face. “So cute.”
He cleared his throat and looked away slightly. “You’re the one who insisted I needed ‘something fun’ in my look.”
“And now you love it.”
“…Yes.”
How could he ever argue with you?
Your smile widened as you dipped your brush into the glittery container, already swirling it with mischief in your gaze. “Just a little sparkle on your pinky. My signature, ok?”
“I have not forgotten.”
You carefully brushed the fine silver glitter onto the nail, just enough to catch the light. “It’s like my version of carving my name on a tree or whatever,” you said, tapping the tiny bottle against his knuckle gently. “Now whenever you look at your hands, you’ll think of me.”
“I always do.”
“Aww—lovey.” You laughed again, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on the side of his beak before going back to your work. “Okay, but listen, I read this super stupid article today,” you started, your tone changing like you were about to stir trouble. “It said that men with deeper voices are more likely to cheat.”
Tokoyami turned his head slowly to look at you, feathers metaphorically—and now quite literally—ruffled.
“What?”
“Yeah,” you said nonchalantly, as if you weren’t just throwing a bomb in his lap. “Like, scientifically or whatever. Testosterone or something. Isn’t that dumb?”
There was a moment of silence.
On one hand, all the gears in Tokoyami’s head were working overtime. This could be a trap. An argument is waiting to bubble over if he says the wrong thing.
Then—
Tokoyami cleared his throat and, in a pitch several notches higher than normal, chirped, “Who said that?!”
You exploded into laughter. You dropped the nail polish brush on the paper towel and nearly doubled over in a fit, covering your mouth with your hands.
“Oh my gosh, Fumi!”
“I am not… suspicious!” Tokoyami squawked, still in the same ridiculous falsetto, his hands twitching slightly in embarrassment. He tries not to move them too much, letting the nail polish dry evenly.
“Why do you sound like that? You sound like you inhaled a balloon!” you wheezed. “You don’t have to raise your voice like that just to prove a point!”
“I am simply ensuring you understand I am of no threat to your heart.”
“You dork!” You wiped your eyes, absolutely beaming. “You’re the most faithful boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. I’m not worried at all. I was just messing with ya!”
Tokoyami sighed, letting the high-pitched voice drop, returning to his usual shadowy baritone. “Good.”
You leaned in close again, bumping your arm lightly to his. “But oh my god, Fumi, I’m never letting you forget that voice. I need to hear that again someday. Maybe I’ll tell people you’re my backup K-pop vocalist.”
“Absolutely not.”
“‘Who said that?’” you mocked again in that high, squeaky tone.
Tokoyami sighed again and shook his head, but his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, amusement breaking through the stoic mask he wore so often. “You and your antics.”
“You love it.”
“I do.”
“And now you have glitter again,” you said proudly, holding up his hand like a trophy. “Dark, mysterious, and slightly fabulous.”
Tokoyami looked at his nails, admiring the contrast—the sharp black polish with that one glimmering pinky, like a whisper of you left behind on his hands. He nodded in approval.
“It suits me.”
You hummed, resting your chin in your palm as you looked at him. “So, when people ask about the glitter, what’ll you say?”
He looked down at the shimmer, then back at you. “I will say it is a reminder.”
“Of what?”
He held your gaze. “That I belong to someone. Proudly.”
After seeing your last ask I was wondering if you’d be interested in writing for a similar idea? A fem-UA student with a “fairy quirk”!! She’d have these beautiful wings, her own kind of fairy dust that lets her telepathically control whatever (or whoever) is covered in it, her hair may even be irridecent in the sun!!
The point I guess I’m making is she’s very cutsey! How do you think the 1A students would react to her being one of the strongest in the class?!💞
Ty 🤍🤍
ily fairy reader!! the diva ever!!! im so sorry for how long this took :(
fairy quirk fem!user x all of class 1a, in their respective seat orders :)
not stricly written to be romantic or platonic!
yuga aoyama would try to become your friend right away holy shit. like, the second he saw you. très magnifique, am i right? you sparkle just as much as him, so why wouldn't he want to be your friend? aaaaaaand you're super strong? bonus points! yuga would definitely ask you to help him with his confidence, seeing how you don't let your looks define you despite people's assumptions. being strong is the best quality of yours, one that he truly admires!
mina ashido would be ECSTATIC and you can't tell me otherwise! she would definitely try to come up with some cool combo move that combines both your fairy dust and her acid, but it takes a while to be able to fully use it. she'd also get you matching hair clips that stand out but are just as pretty has your hair...mina would cheer the loudest for you out of everyone during the sports festival, especially if you were going up against some snobby guy >:(
tsuyu asui would be very excited to have someone in class who was somehow creature related and not just human. being able to work together so well despite how differing your quirks were from one another truly was a blessing in her eyes. tsu LOVES working with you, as it provides an easy opening to round up and capture opponents with her tongue, whether you control them with your fairy dust or just stun them from the shine of your wings!
tenya iida was one to never doubt your abilities from day one. why should he? you're obviously in ua for a reason and in class 1a, both amazing feats on their own, so he had no reason to doubt you! he vaguely saw you in action during the entrance exam and was over the moon to introduce himself once the year started and saw you sitting in his class. tenya does however often rave about the beauty of your wings...quickly followed by your impeccable strength!
ochaco uraraka would volunteer to be your sparring partner or groupmate no matter what and would get pouty if someone got to you first! diva and diva group is terrifying and there have been times that katsuki felt sweat on his brow seeing who he was going against (even if he won't admit it). ochaco would totally beg to play with your hair to help build teammate connection though! mostly to see if it's possible to use your hair as it's own defense mechanism during battles, but still!!
mashirao ojiro would also be so happy to have another classmates with an additional animal-related appendage. like hell yeah, how cool was that? the two of you would absolutely bond over taking care of the quirk-related body part, even if your's wasn't directly related to fighting. mashirao would also treat you with loads of care, much similarly to how he treats toru, and totally wouldn't mind getting fairy dust on him <3
you cannot tell me that denki kaminari wouldn't scream "get his ass!" during trainings! he was once the unforunate recipient of the beatings far too many times, accidentally getting distracted by how mesmerizing you were the first time you two fought... denki didn't even need to use his quirk to short-circuit himself! he absolutely loves using your abilities to shock opponents when teamed up together before quite literally shocking them as well!
eijiro kirishima would think it's manly af that you don't adhere to what people think of you! cutesy and pretty? hell yeah! but you can also kick someone's ass in seconds? hell yeah!!! your whole vibe is wha teijiro thinks makes someone a good hero. he himself has witnessed on several occaisions an opponent of yours severely miscalculating how easy it would be to win against you, only for you take them down in seconds and blow them a kiss after. eijiro is a top ten supporter!
koji koda would be so stoked!! telepathacially being able to control your fairy dust? why, that's similar to his quirk! but with extra steps and a few differences hee and there. he'd love to train with you and swap tips and tricks on how to grow stronger using the telepathy, but koji wouldn't hesitate to also come up with ways to be more useful when it comes to hand-to-hand combat!
rikido sato would be a little confused that you are one of, if not the, strongest member of class 1a! a fairy? so bright? he was shook to his core seeing you during training. his pride took a hit when you easily beat him in an arm wrestling match, but he saw it as a way you powered up your quirk! during matches and trainings, rikido would love whenever you'd be paired together! sure you won against most of your opponents and that would give your team a good rep, but working beside someone with just as much strength and power as him would be so beneficial to his development as a hero, don't you think?
mezo shoji is initially taken aback by the sheer power on your strength in your quirk, but is glad that ua didn't lose you to some competing hero course. with the many appendages that he has, he's willing to help you train to be better with your wings during combat instead of just flying around when you approached him after the first few weeks of class! in-air combat is intense but like the gentlemen he is, mezo would be quick to catch you if anything goes wrong!
kyoka jiro would be intrigued! she saw your wings oddly rattle once while she used her quirk and the two of you stared at each other in confusion!! "i didn't know they could do that-" well neither did you!! i do think your fairy dust would have a limited radius of how far it could go when you want to attach it to something, so kyoka would not hesitate in using sound waves to help it travel further! she also thinks its metal af that you don't let what others think of your looks to hold you back... you should totally let her do your eyeliner some time!
hanta sero did not really realize that your fairy dust could control his tape so easily! he would be fuming the first time, but realized how useful that would be during combat! he loved to see the faces of horrified opponents thinking that he learned to control his tape so specifically...but nope! that was the work of his super cool and amazing training partner. hanta would be super intimidated by your abilities at first but finds joy in opponents thinking you'll be an easy target but knowing how wrong they are.
fumikage tokoyami would enjoy working with you for duos and teams despite being on opposite ends of the spectrum. bright and glittery versus dark and brooding...who knew you'd be such a strong duo during battle? sure dark shadow would be distracted by the glow of your hair or wings sometimes, but opponents feared seeing who was going against them when the two of you stepped up! fumikage absolutely hated fighting against you, though...
shoto todoroki felt so bad after accidentally freezing your wings once he was convinced you hated him and that's why would were so harsh with him when he was your opponent. but no, that was just your fighting style! he'd be taken aback by the amount of power and determination, oddly finding himself in you as you worked to prove yourself. shoto understood, he really did, how you wanted a certain aspect of your quirk to be the center of attention.
i think that out of everyone, toru hagakure would be your closest friend! i also do think she'd become more visible if you use your fairy dust on her! like this would be such an iconic duo, you cannot prove me wrong. and the iridescent hair? soooo similar to toru's!! she'd get so excited hearing your wings fluttering in a crowd and would immediately turn to look for you. we love our sparkly besties <3
katsuki bakugo would react quite similarly to how he reacted to ochaco. sure you're a girl, but you can kick ass pretty well! the fairy dust pisses him off to no end, though. katsuki would try his best to absolutely avoid it to not get even a spec on him. you obviously didn't need to control him, but he would rather die than have glitter on him!! that however doesn't stop you from putting some of it in his hair and placing the strands into funny ways when he isn't looking...
izuku midoriya would be MESMERIZED. like holy shit, FAIRY DUST?? oh, he has to write that down! he hasn't seen a quirk like that like...literally ever! after watching you during training, izuku would definitely ask you to spar with him on different occaisions since your fighting style is so different to his!! you two train so much together he somtimes still finds your fairy dust on his clothes no matter how many times they are put through the wash...
minoru mineta would 100% think you're flirting with him when you blow him a kiss...only to discover you were disposing of him by using your fairy dust to get him far away from you and the other girls in the class. but that's alright, he can try again! and again...and again...use your fairy dust for something useful, will you?? no??? getting him away from you is useful?????
momo yaoyorozu would be oddly smitten. the prettiest fairy ever is able to beat nearly everyone in training? how exciting! she'd get super embarassed if you admitted to her that you look up to her as a friend and classmate because oh my gosh! she thought precisely the same about you! honestly, the absolute lethal face cards of you and momo together would be enough to knock an opponent down, let alone the doubled stregnth of the two of you together!!
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