Summary: A gift for each year of his life and one gift for the years to come
Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader
Word count: 3290
A/N: Some of the gifts are a little more serious than the typical gifts for that age, but I have limited brain power so... Still, happy birthday Leona!!! (it's already July 27th where I am)
When you walked into Leona’s room balancing a box large enough to block your view, he was on a call with his nephew. Cheka’s voice was loud enough to be heard from the doorway, the little kid was determined to wish his uncle a happy birthday in as many different ways as possible. Leona finally escaped by muttering something about the connection cutting out and hanging up before the boy could launch into another song.
The dorm wasn’t much quieter though. Somewhere down the hall, several Savanaclaw students were arguing over birthday decorations. A crash followed, then a chorus of accusations.
Leona sat on the edge of his bed with several unopened presents at his feet. His brows were drawn together, and his tail flicked against the mattress in a steady, irritated rhythm.
He looked up, then his gaze moved to the enormous box in your arms. “What’s in that?”
You lowered the box to the floor with a dull thud and pushed it to the foot of the bed. “Your birthday gift. What else?”
“Actually,” you added, “gifts. Twenty-one, to be exact.”
Leona’s ears angled back slightly. “You tryin’ to bury me in junk?” Still, he moved aside to clear space for your gifts on his bed.
You knelt beside the box. When you lifted the lid, rows of smaller packages were revealed inside, each wrapped separately. Leona leaned forward, resting an elbow on his knee as his eyes passed over the collection. “You weren’t kidding.”
You rested your hands on the edge of the larger box. “You’ve lived twenty years. I wanted to give something to every version of you that made it this far.”
He picked up the box marked with “1”. “Twenty-one gifts,” he murmured. “You’ve got too much time on your hands.”
He hooked one finger beneath the ribbon. “Better be worth it.”
“It is,” you said. “You are.”
He opened the first box and pulled out a soft blanket embroidered with traditional Sunset Savanna patterns. He ran his thumb over the stitching. “This is for a baby.”
“It was meant for you at one.”
“I had better blankets than this.”
“I know. I still wanted to give it to you.”
He gave you a flat look, though he folded it carefully before setting it aside. The second box contained a carved wooden lion family. Two larger lions stood beside two smaller figures. He held the smallest one up to his eye’s level. “Why is this one frowning?”
“I thought that was your default facial expression.”
He smacked you with his tail before placing the figures on top of the blanket.
The third gift was an animal puzzle. The fourth was a children’s coloring book filled with savanna animals and landscapes. Leona looked from one to the other. “You expect me to use these?”
“No. They’re for the versions of you who might have.”
“Hmph.” He flipped through the coloring book. “The lions look ridiculous.”
“They can always be corrected later.”
“I’m not coloring.”
You chuckled. “Of course not. But Cheka might. Maybe you can give these to him later?”
“I’ll think about that.”
The fifth box was heavier. Inside was a chess set, its pieces polished and neatly arranged. Leona picked up the lion-shaped king between two fingers.
You leaned closer. “Is that like the one you used for your matches with Kifaji?”
“Close enough.” He set the piece back in its place. “His was just a bit more worn.”
“Even if it was new, I’m sure it would be worn in no time. Kifaji said that you demanded him to play chess with you all the time.”
“I couldn’t let that old bird win forever.”
“How many matches did it take?”
“Seventeen.”
“Seventeen?”
“So what? The eighteenth was mine,” he said, his head held high like the victory had happened yesterday.
The sixth gift was an illustrated field guide bound in green cloth, its cover stamped with small golden paw prints. Inside were bright drawings of Sunset Savanna animals, plants, feathers, tracks, and insects. Short notes had been written beside them in your handwriting: where certain birds liked to nest, which flowers opened after rain, how to tell apart different animal paw prints, what to look for when searching for certain insects.
Leona flipped through several pages. “Why does this sound like Hunt?”
You hesitated. “I asked him for a few details.”
“You involved that freak in my birthday present?”
“He knows a lot about animals.”
“You could’ve asked me.”
“That would have ruined the surprise.”
Leona scoffed, but he continued flipping through the guide even as his ears flattened whenever he encountered a particularly dramatic note. “I’m crossing these parts out.”
“That’s why I used pencil.”
The seventh gift was simpler: a black notebook with no title or decoration. Its pages looked ordinary until Leona brushed his thumb across one. The writing sample you had left there disappeared beneath his touch, leaving the paper clean again.
You elbowed his ribs. “I assumed that 7-year-old you already stewed a lot of thoughts inside.”
He flicked your forehead and shut the notebook before setting it beside the field guide, closer to himself than the earlier gifts.
The eighth package contained a small mechanical puzzle box made from interlocking pieces of dark wood. Fine gold lines ran across its surface, forming a pattern that appeared decorative. Each panel shifted only after another had been aligned correctly, and false mechanisms reset sections of the puzzle if handled carelessly.
Leona worked in silence, turning it in his hands, testing pressure points with the tip of his finger. After 10 minutes, the box opened with a crisp click.
“You made it too easy,” you rolled your eyes.
“I thought that was meant for 8-year-old me? Of course it was easy for me.”
Inside was a small bronze-colored coin. One side bore the image of a lion, the other had a simple crown engraved. He rolled the coin over his knuckles once, before slipping it into the pocket of his trousers.
The ninth gift was a box of sweets. His eyebrows raised. “Finally. Something useful.”
“They’re for after martial arts training,” you said. “For when nine-year-old you got beaten up and needed cheering up.”
His hand paused over the lid. “I didn’t need sweets to feel better.”
“What did you do instead?”
“Learned where I made the mistake and made sure it didn’t happen again.”
“That sounds healthy and not at all vindictive.”
“It worked.”
You reached for one when he opened the box but he pulled the box out of your reach. Not petty at all, this one.
The tenth gift was the most carefully wrapped so far. When Leona removed the paper, he found a slim collection of copied inscriptions bound between two stone-gray covers. Each page contained a reproduction of an ancient script, followed by a small amount of contextual information. There's a complete translation at the end of the book.
His earlier irritation disappeared. He sat straighter and turned the first page toward the light. “These aren’t all from the Sunset Savanna.”
“No. They’re beginner-level inscriptions from several regions.”
“Beginner-level,” he repeated, offended.
“You were ten.”
“I could have handled more than this at ten.”
“I’m sure you believed that too.”
His eyes moved over the inscription. “Where did you get these?”
You hesitated for half a second, but as always, Leona noticed.
“Who?”
“Lilia.”
The book lowered.
“You keep involving the worst possible people.”
“He has access to very old material.”
“He is very old material.”
You covered a laugh with your hand before leaning against his shoulder while he skimmed through the inscription. This way you had better access to the sweet box too. What a coincidence.
The eleventh gift was a book on resource management in arid countries. It was a serious-looking volume, bound in weathered brown leather and thick enough to require both hands. Maps, irrigation diagrams, trade routes, mineral surveys, and case studies filled the pages. Several sections had been marked with thin slips of paper.
Leona glanced at the title, then at you. “You’re giving an eleven-year-old economic policy?”
“You’re telling me you didn’t dig through the royal library for these types of books at 11?”
He opened the book and skimmed one of the marked chapters. It described a kingdom that had improved rural water access by combining underground reservoirs with seasonal flood channels.
“At least you know your audience.”
The twelfth gift was more narrow than the others. Inside was a high-quality fountain pen, its body made from dark wood with gold detailing around the grip. Leona rolled it between his fingers. Then he removed the cap and tested the nib against the corner of an old envelope. The ink came out in one clean, dark stroke. “Acceptable.”
Coming from him, it sounded almost extravagant.
The thirteenth gift was the only one that hadn’t been wrapped completely. A small potted plant sat between your hands, its thick green leaves edged with pale silver. A few grains of soil had spilled onto the wrapping despite your attempts to keep it upright.
“This one needs very little water,” you placed it in his hands. “It likes sunlight and being left alone, so I thought you two would get along.”
His eyes narrowed. “Funny.”
“I thought so.”
The pot looked unusually small between his palms. One leaf had folded beneath the paper, and Leona carefully eased it upright with the side of his hand.
“My 13-year-old self would hate this gift.”
“I thought so, again. Still, I trust it in your hands, despite however your 13-year-old self thought your hands could do.”
He looked away from you and carried the plant to the windowsill. He moved an unopened present aside, checked where the light fell, then adjusted the pot until the leaves rested fully in the sun.
“There,” he said.
You looked at the space he had cleared for it. “See? I know it will thrive in your hands.”
His tail flicked once. “Keep talking like that,” he muttered as he returned to the bed, “and I’ll let it die out of spite.” But when the curtain shifted against the pot, he reached back and moved the fabric away from its leaves.
The fourteenth gift caught the sunlight before Leona had fully removed it from the box. It was a glass sculpture, clear at the base and gradually darkening into warm gold near the top. A lion emerged from a sweep of windblown glass, its body only partly formed, as though it were stepping out of a sandstorm. The mane dissolved into long, curved strands behind it. He held it up, turning it slightly. The light fractured through the glass and scattered across his hands.
“Yesterday, I watched a very interesting video about how glass is made from sand,” you said.
He placed it beside the plant. The glass catched light and sprinkled it between the leaves.
The fifteenth gift was an atlas of the Sunset Savanna. It was the official one: a broad volume filled with regional maps, borders, rivers, mineral zones, roads, grazing land, and population centres. Then Leona opened it and saw your handwriting fill the margins. The pages were littered with fragmented information he had told you over time.
You said the grass here turns silver before the first storm.
The market in this town sells the spiced meat you like, though you claim the palace cooks make it better.
You once said this region could support twice its population with proper water storage.
Leona stopped turning the pages. “You wrote all this down?”
“You talk more than you think.”
“I don’t.”
“You do when you’re annoyed.”
His gaze returned to the atlas. “You missed one,” he said eventually.
You leaned closer. “Where?”
He pointed to a stretch of land near the south-eastern border. “There’s an old seasonal route here. It hasn’t been used properly in years, but it could connect these two regions.”
You handed him the new pen.
The sixteenth gift was the last in that row. A grimoire case lay inside, made from dark leather reinforced with gold-toned metal at the corners. The interior was lined with soft fabric, with adjustable straps to hold books of different sizes securely. His initials had been engraved on the clasp.
At sixteen, his invitation to Night Raven College had arrived. He had already received the best education the royal family could provide. He already knew more about magic than many adult mages. There had been no reason, in his mind, to leave for a school that could offer him nothing new.
Still, this was for the boy standing at the edge of a future he couldn’t yet see, carrying knowledge that belonged to him even when every title around him was defined by someone else.
The seventeenth gift was a travel case. It was compact enough to carry easily but sturdier than an ordinary school bag, made from dark brown leather with reinforced corners and broad straps. The interior had been divided into practical compartments: one for books, another for folded clothes, narrow pockets for pens and magical tools.
He tested the bottom and found the hidden latch. You held up the enchanted notebook. “Oh wow, what a surprise. A secret compartment for your secret journal.”
“This is too obvious.”
“It took me three attempts to find it after the craftsman demonstrated it.”
“That says more about you than the case.”
Leona set the case beside the grimoire holder. “At least this one can carry the rest of the junk,” he said.
“You like the junk.”
“Keep dreaming.”
The eighteenth present was a rolled sheet of thick parchment secured with a leather tie. When Leona opened it, a full Spelldrive field spread across the page. The goals, boundary lines, elevation changes, and common player positions had been drawn. Smaller transparent overlays showed different formations, each one marked with movable pieces representing players.
He leaned forward, resting one arm across his knee as he studied the first arrangement. “This formation leaves the left side open.”
“Only if the opposing team commits both defenders to the centre.”
“They would.” He slid one of the markers across the map. “Any decent captain would see the pressure point here and force the attack wide.”
You watched as he moved the pieces across the page, changed the spacing between players, tried different formations… He rolled the map carefully after he finished, though he kept one overlay outside. “I’m testing this at the next practice.”
You smiled. “So you like my junk.”
“I said I’m testing it.”
The nineteenth package was smaller. Inside was a captain’s armband, handmade from dark brown fabric and edged with Savanaclaw gold. The stitching was not perfectly even. One section had clearly been redone after someone pulled the thread too tight. Leona ran his thumb across the embroidered captain symbol. Then he turned it over. The inside was covered in signatures.
Leona’s face gave away very little, but you could see the way his eyes tracked every name. “I’m surprised you can convince all of them to sign this.”
You took the armband and wrapped it loosely around his upper arm, just below the edge of his tattoo. “It took very little convincing. It’s for their reliable housewarden, after all,” you said.
“Hmph.” His fingers passed once over the fabric where the names were hidden underneath. “I can imagine their stupid faces when you asked them that.”
The twentieth gift came in a small black box. Leona opened it and found a signet ring resting against dark velvet. The metal was warm gold, and on the face of the ring, a black lion curved around the surface in the same shape as the tattoo wrapped around his upper arm. Beneath it, almost invisible unless the ring was turned toward the light, were his initials.
Leona lifted the ring from the box and turned it slowly between his fingers. The polished metal caught the room’s light, making the black lion seem to move across its surface.
“You had this made?”
“I designed it.”
“That explains why the proportions are slightly off.”
“They are not.”
“The tail should curve lower.”
You reached for the ring. “Give it back, then.”
His hand closed before you could take it. “I’m feeling accepting today.”
He slid it onto his finger. Then his gaze moved to the gifts surrounding him. The blanket. The carved lions. The puzzles and books. The plant standing in the sunlight. The atlas filled with his own observations. The grimoire case marked with his initials. The travel case, the tactic map, the armband signed by the dorm that had placed its hope in him.
Twenty versions of Leona Kingscholar, gathered together in one room.
“So, twenty gifts for twenty years.” Leona’s tail curled around your waist. “You said there were twenty-one though.”
You reached into your pocket and pulled out a velvet pouch. Leona watched as you loosened the cord and tipped a single brass key into your palm.
He stared at it.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
He took the key from you, turning it once between his fingers. It was old, slightly tarnished, and unmistakably ordinary compared to the other gifts. “What does it open?”
“Ramshackle.” You reached out and moved the tip of your finger slowly over the worn teeth of the key. “You already steal my bed, complain about the furniture, and treat the lounge like your private nap room. I thought you might as well have your own key.”
You pulled back and looked into his eyes. “Not just Ramshackle though. Whatever happens next, I hope you know that you’ll always have a place with me.”
The noise in the hallway seemed farther away now. His tail, which had been resting loosely around your waist, tightened just slightly.
Leona closed his fingers around the key. “I’ll show up whenever I want.”
“You already do.”
“I could stay for days.”
“You already do that too.”
“I might move my things in.”
You glanced around at the twenty gifts surrounding him. “Apparently, you have luggage now.”
Your gaze had just been turned back towards him when his arm hooked around your waist and pulled you against him. You landed partly across his lap, one hand braced against his chest. He pressed his face briefly into the side of your neck, hiding his expression. His ears brushed your hair, and his grip stayed firm around your waist.
The key remained secure in his other hand. “You better not give anyone else one,” he murmured.
You smiled against his shoulder. “Possessive.”
“Answer me.”
“No one else.”
“Hmph. Good.”
He pulled back, then kissed you. It was unhurried, warm, and far gentler compared to the way his arms trapped you against him. You felt like he was taking every word you had said, every breath you let out. He kissed you until the room, the hallway, and the twenty opened gifts around you blurred into irrelevance. Until the only things you could feel were the way his hand grasp at your shirt, the warmth of his skin underneath your hand, the soft tickle of his breath beneath your nose, the thud of your combined heartbeat.
When he finally pulled back, it was only far enough for you to breathe. You glanced down at his closed hand. “So you like the gift?”
Leona opened his fingers. The key lay across his palm beneath the signet ring, plain brass against gold. He looked at it once, then closed his hand around it again. “Try keeping me out,” he murmured, his nose brushing yours as he leaned close again.
You smiled against his mouth. “I wasn’t planning to.”
“Hmph. Smart.”
Then Leona kissed you again, the key still held securely in his hand.
℘. synopsis: after waking from his worst nightmare, katsuki impulsively uses his quirk on you. (wc: 1.1k+)
℘. warnings: implication of death, angsty?? burn injury, katsuki is sorry, aftercare, fluff
℘. a/n: he’s not okay, thanks for asking
The moment Katuski saw you, the world seemed to grind to a halt.
Sprawled out amongst fractured debris, you were unnervingly still. Smoke curled idly around your figure, blurring the edges of your silhouette until it felt as though the haze itself was trying to purloin you from his sight.
Kats…
His breaths were ragged as he scrambled forwards, chest stuttering as it suddenly grew difficult to breathe. Collapsing beside you, the hero reached for your cheeks—desperate for the minutest sign of movement.
Rough and strained, he forced your name from his throat.
Then again, but louder this time as though saying it would pull you out of your deathly trance. His garnet stare bore into your form, searching for a twitch of your fingers, the subtle rise of your chest, a groan or even a complaint. You always complained.
Katsuki..
But only silence lingered. And for the first time, Katsuki Bakugou didn't know what else to do apart from cry.
"Katsuki, wake up!"
The blonde's eyes flew open, but he could've sworn they already were. He felt numerous hands grasp at him, shaking him conscious with a fierce momentum.
Before his mind could catch up, instinct beat it to it. Lurching violently, a hand shot out to seize the wrist clawing at the muscle of his shoulder—pops wildly bubbling up at his palm.
A sharp burst of orange luminated the darkness, followed by volatile crackles. Immediately yelping in pain, you tightly clutched at your wrist, a strong wince pulling your face taut as you jerked away from him.
The amber flare died out as quickly as it blazed. Spooked, Katsuki flinched back—his heart hammering brutally in his chest as his carmine eyes locked onto the agony evident in your expression.
"Shit—shit, no," he rasped, lunging towards you whilst his hands hovered statically over your hunched body. "Hey, look at me, brat. Did I hurt you?!"
You tried to shake your head, tried to smile and reassure him that it was merely nothing, but in reality, your skin throbbed in time with your heartbeat—the fresh sore stinging as it met air.
As you hissed, Katsuki's stomach churned violently, whilst a rare, terrifying flash of guilt drained the colour from his face. "Damn it, don't move. Just let me look at it." When he reached out, you noticed his movements were stripped of all his usual rough confidence. The blonde's hot fingers gently pried at your own, cautiously tugging your hand away from the injury.
"Fucking hell," he whispered, staring at the angry, blistering red patch marring your wrist, "I didn't—I thought—"
"Kats, it's okay."
"Like hell it is, I just burned you!"
"It was only an accident."
"Accident my ass, I don't give a damn what it was, I still hurt you."
"You were having a nightmare!"
"That doesn't change the fact I did it!" He swiftly carded a hand through his hair. "I lost control. How could you ever trust me again after something like that, huh?!"
While you reached to cup his face, you cursed under your breath as a fiery pain pulsed at your wrist once more. "Because I love you, you idiot, so don't think that this changes anything," you soothed, "I was kind of waiting for it to happen." As you dryly chuckled to yourself, Katsuki stared at you like you'd grown a second head.
Suddenly, his face relaxed into his signature scowl. "Are you saying I'm incapable of managing my quirk?"
"I swear it was you who said 'I lost control' about thirty seconds ago," you quipped, a small smile curving your lip as you tenderly pecked his nose.
Defeated, the blonde grumbled something incoherent.
"Seriously," he muttered, his expression melting into one of sincerity, "quit brushing it off." Abruptly, Katsuki rose from the bed, walking around to your side before snaking an arm around your waist to pull you upwards. He helped you stand, keeping himself close as he hurried you to the bathroom down the hall.
When you reached the bathroom, he carefully lowered you onto the edge of the marble counter before flicking on the light. With movements mechanical and stiff, the man didn't talk as he reached for supplies in the overhead cabinets—retrieving a tube of burn ointment and tearing open multiple packages of various dressings and bandages.
His touch was far more gentle than anyone would ever expect from him as he carefully began tending to your wound.
Every few seconds, his eyes darted up to your face, trying to read your features for any sign of discomfort. "If it hurts, tell me."
It did hurt, a lot, but you chose to brave it. You stalked his fingers as he pressed a second gauze over the injury, to which he subconsciously held firm to wrap with a bandage.
"—ow!" Squealing with unwonted drama, you watched his hands jerk away as his eyes widened. You swore he'd gone even paler.
"I told you to tell me if it hurt!" The blonde scowled, concern masked as irritation twisting his brows into a mean frown. "Is it really that bad?!"
You smiled, laughing to yourself, "No no, I'm just pulling your leg! Hah, your face!"
Gritting his teeth, Katsuki feebly slapped your thigh, mumbling under his breath yet again, something about your ‘theatrics’. There was a pause as he continued his work. "I'm sorry."
"Kats—”
"No, let me say it." He swallowed hard, rubbing a large hand over his face. "I'm sorry." The man's gaze remained fixed on the gauze, which he was now concealing with a bandage. "I scared you, I hurt you. I don't care if it was an accident, you shouldn't have to worry about.." He gestured vaguely towards your wrist before his gravelly voice faltered, "...about me doing that."
Instantaneously, you softened as you listened to his uncharacteristic apology. Leaning forwards, you bumped your forehead softly against his shoulder to ease the awkwardness.
"Wow, Katsuki Bakugou is being sincere? Should I call recovery girl? You must've been hit by an emotional quirk."
"Shut up," he snapped, though the bite was completely missing. Aggressively but also meticulously, he snipped the end of the medical tape, securing the bandage. "I'm trying to be serious, dumbass."
You smiled. "I know." Reaching up to cup his jaw with your uninjured hand, you forced his sharp crimson eyes to meet yours. "Look at me," you uttered, brushing a thumb against his cheek, "I know your quirk, and I know you. Remember, I'm not glass."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just...” He let out a low sigh, slowly leaning his face into your palm. “Just don't do that fake-pain shit again.”
"Deal," you whispered, pulling your head back to look at him properly. And before he could divert his shy gaze elsewhere, you leaned in and caught his lips with yours in a soft, lingering kiss.
Idia slowly turned away from his third monitor, only to find you fast asleep against his shoulder, your head resting comfortably on him as if he'd been a pillow all along.
"...Critical hit."
His hair instantly turned pink.
Stay calm. It's just your girlfriend. Your very real girlfriend. You've been dating for months. This shouldn't be a heart attack speedrun.
It absolutely was.
He didn't dare move.
If I move, she'll wake up. If she wakes up, she'll realize she fell asleep on me. If she realizes that... she'll probably smile.
...I'm not surviving that combo.
A tiny smile appeared on your face anyway, as if you could hear his panicked thoughts.
"You know," you mumbled sleepily, "you're really comfy."
"...Excuse me?"
"You make a good pillow."
His CPU officially overheated.
"Th-That's... that's illegal dialogue..."
You giggled without even opening your eyes.
"I love you."
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His brain completely crashed.
"...You can't just drop a legendary line like that without a cooldown..."
You finally looked up at him, smiling.
"So... do you love me too?"
Idia stared at you for a solid five seconds before hiding his burning face behind the oversized sleeve of his hoodie.
"...Yeah."
A pause.
"...Like... a ridiculous amount."
Another pause.
"...Please don't make me say that again. My social battery and emotional HP are both at one."
ꉂ ⌗ This heat is KILLING me so here's some kiribaku refreshment. . .
You hated your greedy self.
Maybe if you had been content with just one boyfriend, you wouldn't be in this situation—but who are you kidding, you're not really that bothered by it.
But the huge beefy arms holding you from both sides did not help you with this deadly heat, your boyfriends, refusing to move even if you three were all sweating despite the fan turned on.
"Get off—!" You groaned, squirming against Katsuki's back and accidentally hitting kiri's leg, before giving up and sighing. "It's too hot for this!"
"Then stop flopping everywhere damnit." He grunted, his head craddling your shoulder, completely ignoring your complaints, your tank top long since full of sweat while both of them were shirtless.
"But you're too comfy babe," kiri smiled before hugging you even closer. "Might never let go actually—"
His chest now touching yours and hands caressing your arms, you couldn't deal with the heat and your clingy lover right now. Katsuki not even helping the case as his hands let out tiny sparkles due to his sweat—you could tell he was being carefull with it though.
"Might as well explose me, dying because of the sun isn't any better." You sighed, finally giving up, your tank top now sticking to Eijirou's.
"Hm, no."
At his disappointing answer, you looked back at the redhead—visibly confused when you could see him thinking, the gears in his head turning. "Now what are you thinking about."
"You actually. If you're that bothered by the heat then why not take a cold shower together?" He suggested, not even waiting for an answer before sitting up and pulling your ankles. "To the shower we go princess!"
Both walking to the bathroom with you looked at katsuki standing up and looking for clothes y'all could wear without dying by the heat.
tags: reader insert, fluff, high school sweethearts kinda, oblivious reader, ua high, first crush, kinda mutual pining, slowburn.
izuku midoriya
starting off with our favorite hero.
god... i don't think he's the type who never realizes his feelings. if anything, i think he's painfully aware of them. izuku is far too observant—especially with himself. he's spent years analyzing people, heroes, battles... of course he'd eventually notice the way his heartbeat betrays him whenever you're around.
he notices the little things first.
how his thoughts drift to you during class.
how he unconsciously looks for you whenever everyone gathers.
how hearing your voice somehow makes his shoulders relax.
and then it clicks.
"...oh."
"...i like them."
cue the internal crisis.
if someone accidentally bumps him into you, or iida—let's say he knows—makes one of his painfully obvious comments...
"...you two work really well together."
izuku is immediately convinced everyone knows.
his face burns.
his ears burn.
he can't even look at you without feeling like every cell in his body is screaming.
"i-iida! t-that's not..."
he doesn't even finish the sentence.
he simply malfunctions.
...
but here's the thing.
i don't think he'd only be nervous.
this is our resident nerd we're talking about.
and i've always imagined izuku as having this quiet confidence whenever he's helping someone.
a soft kind of leadership.
the kind that isn't loud, but naturally makes you want to trust him.
because, well...
he's a nerd.
you know it.
i know it.
everyone remembers the hero notebooks.
it genuinely doesn't matter what your quirk is.
he has notes.
probably several pages.
possible weaknesses.
possible strengths.
training methods.
support equipment that might benefit you.
little observations he made during practical lessons.
not because he thinks you're weak.
quite the opposite.
he wants to see you become someone incredible.
he'd spend hours thinking,
"if they adjusted their footing by just a little..."
"what if they combined that attack with—"
he can't help it.
he wants to help you shine.
...
training together becomes dangerous for his heart.
he'll spend a few minutes quietly watching your stance before mumbling to himself.
"mhm... maybe..."
"...no, wait..."
he shakes his head.
"actually..."
before you realize it, he's already walking over.
"would you mind if i...?"
he hesitates.
you nod.
he smiles—that small, genuine smile that always seems to calm people down.
then he carefully steps behind you.
his hands gently cover yours, adjusting the angle.
another hand lightly corrects your posture.
"i was thinking... maybe something more like this?"
his voice is warm.
patient.
completely unhurried.
"there you go..."
"yeah—just like that!"
his eyes brighten immediately.
"reader-san, you're amazing! that's perfect!"
he gets so caught up helping you that he completely forgets how close the two of you are.
until...
"oiii, midoriya!"
someone whistles from across gym gamma.
"getting a little cozy there?"
...
silence.
izuku freezes.
his soul leaves his body.
his face becomes the exact shade of all might's hero costume.
he stumbles backward so quickly he almost trips over himself.
"s-sorry! i wasn't—i mean—we were just—training—and i—"
by the time he's done apologizing...
he's somehow twenty feet away.
poor guy.
...
he absolutely watches you during class.
not in a creepy way.
more like...
admiration.
i genuinely don't think izuku can fall for someone he doesn't admire first.
he notices how hard you work.
how kind you are.
how determined you look after a bad day.
how you keep trying, even when something doesn't go your way.
sometimes he'll catch himself smiling without realizing it.
just because you laughed.
...
i don't really see him as the jealous type.
he trusts people too much for that.
but...
he is protective.
if someone crosses a line with you, he's surprisingly firm.
his voice loses its usual hesitation.
"they said they weren't comfortable."
"please respect that."
it's calm.
polite.
but final.
there's no arguing with him after that.
...
he absolutely gives you little gifts.
all might merchandise makes up at least half of them.
the other half?
pressed flowers he thought you'd like.
cute keychains.
limited-edition hero pins.
little handwritten notes tucked between notebook pages.
"good luck today!"
"you've got this!"
they're simple.
but somehow...
you end up keeping every single one.
...
and yes.
all might notices immediately.
he's nothing but kind and respectful toward you as your teacher.
but every chance he gets...
he teases izuku mercilessly.
"young midoriya!"
"should i assign you two as partners again?"
"...for educational purposes, of course!"
izuku has never wanted to disappear more in his life.
meanwhile all might is trying—and failing—to hide the biggest grin imaginable.
katsuki bakugo
our angry king.
i once saw someone say that katsuki with a crush is basically a teenage girl experiencing her first crush, and honestly...
that's painfully accurate.
because i don't think he notices right away.
liking someone isn't something that happens overnight for him.
at first, you're just...
another classmate.
he doesn't go out of his way to talk to you, he doesn't give you special treatment, and he definitely doesn't suddenly become nicer.
if anything, the biggest accomplishment is that he actually remembers your name.
you're not "extra #27."
you're reader.
which, coming from bakugo, is practically a love confession.
...
i don't think his feelings begin until after the whole kamino incident.
after the fight with izuku.
after all might.
after everything.
that's when he starts becoming... more aware.
of people.
of relationships.
of how his words affect others.
and, naturally...
of you.
...
i also don't think he'd ever fall because of someone's appearance alone.
that's just not him.
what catches his attention is resilience.
someone who doesn't shrink whenever he raises his voice.
someone who rolls their eyes and argues back.
someone who refuses to treat him like he's some untouchable force of nature.
if you glare at him and tell him,
"you're being annoying."
...
oh.
he'll think about that for the rest of the week.
...
he's not obvious.
at all.
he's convinced he's hiding it perfectly.
everyone else?
not so much.
somehow, kirishima is the first one to notice.
he doesn't even have proof.
just a feeling.
one afternoon, while everyone's hanging around the dorm lounge, kirishima casually nudges him.
"so..."
"...you and reader, huh?"
silence.
"..."
"..."
"...the hell are you talking about?"
"nothing, nothing—"
boom.
an explosion goes off so close to kirishima's face that his hair lifts from the blast.
"...okay."
"...so i was right."
...
bakugo doesn't give compliments.
not directly.
if you beat him in something, he'll tell you it was luck.
if you improve, he'll say,
"about damn time."
if someone else compliments you...
he pretends he wasn't listening.
...
but he shows he cares in strange little ways.
say he's about to absolutely obliterate midoriya during training.
you're standing a little too close.
he clicks his tongue.
walks over.
grabs your wrist.
pulls you a few steps back.
a little rough.
not enough to hurt.
just enough.
"move."
"..."
he lets go immediately after.
doesn't explain.
doesn't apologize.
just turns around and goes back to blowing things up.
...
he has absolutely no idea how to express himself.
which makes your indifference incredibly frustrating.
because...
how are you supposed to know he likes you?
he treats you almost exactly like everyone else.
and somehow, that bothers him.
he'll catch himself thinking,
"why don't they ever come talk to me?"
...
sir.
have you considered saying hello?
...
katsuki is terrifyingly observant.
truthfully...
it's not even special treatment.
he notices everyone.
everything.
every weakness.
every habit.
every routine.
it's just who he is.
so you probably assume he doesn't pay any particular attention to you.
you'd have no reason to think otherwise.
what you don't know...
is that he remembers almost everything.
how you always choose colder drinks over warm ones.
how you hate overly sweet snacks.
how you unconsciously rub your eyes whenever you're tired.
which side you part your hair on.
what time you usually wake up.
little things.
hundreds of little things.
he never mentions them.
he just... knows.
...
let's say your quirk lets you walk on walls.
just as an example.
one afternoon you're upside down on the dorm ceiling, quietly reading a book because, honestly...
it's comfortable.
mina walks into the common room.
"hey, has anyone seen reader?"
before anyone else can answer...
bakugo lazily points upward.
doesn't even look.
doesn't lift his head.
he already knows where you are.
"..."
"..."
mina blinks.
"how did you know that?"
"..."
"..."
he doesn't answer.
because he doesn't have one.
he just does.
someone laughs.
"why are you even up there?"
you shrug without looking away from your book.
"it's comfortable."
a beat of silence.
then...
a quiet snort.
barely audible.
coming from bakugo.
that's it.
that's your reward.
...
he swears a lot when he's nervous.
way more than usual.
but around you...
he actually tries not to.
his mom's voice echoes somewhere in the back of his head.
"you sound like a damn delinquent."
so every time he almost lets out a particularly colorful insult...
he bites it back.
it physically pains him.
...
one afternoon he overhears you complaining about math.
not once.
not twice.
every single week.
he doesn't offer to help.
obviously.
it's bakugo.
instead...
he drops a worksheet onto your desk.
"do it."
"..."
"...are you tutoring me?"
"did i say that?"
...
you work through the problems.
five minutes later...
"ugh..."
another five.
"...i'm literally failing."
you dramatically let your forehead fall against the table.
bakugo clicks his tongue.
"you're not failing."
you slowly lift your head.
"...i got a thirty-four."
"that's not failing."
"...yes it is?"
"nah."
"...bakugo, that's objectively failing."
you stare at him in disbelief.
he doesn't even look up from his notebook.
"if you spent half as much time studying as you do whining, you'd pass."
"..."
"..."
"...that was almost encouraging."
"shut up."
...
he never yelled at you.
well.
not nearly as much as everyone else.
and somehow...
coming from katsuki bakugo...
that was practically tenderness.
shoto todoroki
and finally...
mr. fine.
mr. perfectly fine.
no, this is definitely not a taylor swift reference.
...
just like bakugo...
you don't exist to him during the first few months.
he's busy.
brooding.
avoiding his left side.
hating his father.
having his own little internal monologue twenty-four hours a day.
you know the drill.
...
you probably tried talking to him once or twice.
because...
well.
you're nice.
he wasn't.
not intentionally.
he just... wasn't good with people.
especially back then.
so maybe one afternoon you approached him after training.
"hey, your ice walls are really impressive."
he barely glanced at you.
"mind your own business."
"..."
"focus on improving yourself."
his expression never changed.
"at your current level, worrying about someone else is a waste of time."
...
ouch.
...
to you?
it wasn't the end of the world.
you blinked.
thought,
"well... that was rude."
and moved on with your day.
to shoto, however...
that interaction would eventually become one of the most embarrassing memories of his entire high school life.
because then...
he falls for you.
and suddenly his brain loves replaying every rude thing he's ever said.
...
after the sports festival—
after izuku helps him finally accept his left side—
he changes.
not overnight.
but enough.
he smiles more.
he speaks more.
he lets people in.
and thanks to fuyumi...
someone becomes surprisingly gentlemanly.
holding doors open.
carrying things without being asked.
making sure everyone gets home safely.
little things.
...
the problem is...
you stopped trying.
after that first interaction, you decided there wasn't much point in bothering him anymore.
you'd still speak to him.
of course.
you weren't immature.
but only when it was necessary.
group projects.
training.
class discussions.
nothing more.
and shoto noticed.
immediately.
...
except...
our wonderfully blunt and neurodivergent king has absolutely no clue how to fix it.
(i'm joking.)
(...mostly.)
...
he starts unintentionally following you around.
not because he's trying to be creepy.
he genuinely thinks he's just...
keeping an eye on you.
making sure you're okay.
looking for opportunities to help.
the issue is...
he never realizes how often it happens.
he'll look up from his lunch.
you're there.
he walks to training.
there you are again.
he finishes class.
"..."
"...reader is going to the library."
why does he know that?
even he couldn't tell you.
...
if there isn't an opportunity to help...
he somehow creates one.
you'll be practicing together.
he watches for a while before speaking.
"is that your defensive stance?"
you nod.
"yeah."
"..."
"..."
it's quiet.
you almost think that's the end of the conversation.
then—
"it's inefficient."
...
oh.
"...you leave your left side exposed."
he says it with absolutely no emotion.
"that's probably why you get injured so often."
...
thanks?
...
before you can even feel offended...
he quietly walks over.
"may i?"
you nod.
he gently adjusts your stance.
moves your shoulders.
tilts your wrist.
"like this."
his touch is careful.
almost hesitant.
like he's afraid of being too rough.
"you'll waste less energy."
"...and it'll hurt less."
there's something oddly sincere about the way he says it.
suddenly...
his comment from earlier doesn't sting quite as much.
...
he genuinely believes he's being obvious.
he isn't.
not even a little.
...
he smiles.
rarely.
but whenever he does...
it's almost always directed at you.
small.
barely noticeable.
soft enough that half the class misses it completely.
you don't.
because somehow...
a smile from todoroki always feels different.
like he meant for you to see it.
...
after mt. lady made that comment about heroes dying young...
he quietly decided he'd prefer it if you stayed alive for a very, very long time.
he never tells you that, obviously.
instead...
he just starts asking,
"did you eat?"
"are you injured?"
"shouldn't you get that checked?"
"you look tired."
it's oddly domestic.
...
he has absolutely no idea how to behave around someone he likes.
fuyumi tries.
she really does.
but every piece of advice somehow gets interpreted... creatively.
"show interest in what they think."
"...i understand."
which explains why you start receiving messages at the strangest hours imaginable.
11:42 p.m.
do you think cats understand mirrors?
...
7:18 a.m.
good morning.
what season do you like the most?
...
1:03 a.m.
endeavor says tomatoes belong in fruit salad.
do you agree?
...
half the conversations don't even make sense.
but somehow...
you always answer.
...
he always gives you half of his soba.
always.
he silently slides the bowl toward you like it's the most natural thing in the world.
if you don't eat it after a while...
he'll quietly pull it back.
"..."
"...were you not hungry?"
"...i was saving it."
"..."
"...oh."
then he'll awkwardly push it back toward you again.
...
one winter afternoon, he made you a tiny ice crane.
it wasn't perfect.
one wing was a little crooked.
but he looked strangely proud of it.
you smiled.
took it carefully.
and before either of you could think to preserve it...
it melted.
you frowned.
"sorry..."
"..."
"...it's okay."
it wasn't.
he thought about making another one for three days.
...
more than anything...
shoto wants to know you.
that's what midoriya told him, after all.
"if you really like someone, ask about them. people like being listened to."
so he does.
constantly.
what's your favorite movie?
why?
what made you choose that hero costume?
what do you usually order for lunch?
what music do you listen to while studying?
what's your favorite season?
what flower do you like the most?
he remembers every answer.
every single one.
because if there's one thing shoto todoroki does once he falls in love...
it's decide that knowing you—
the real you—
is worth every awkward conversation, every late-night text, and every tiny step closer you let him take.
🪼 — bkg. k x f!reader | quirkless-college au | fluff | one shot
Synopsis: Katsuki as your boyfriend, who invited you to one of his soccer matches, where girls from other schools thought you were just another delusional fan pretending to be his girlfriend.
from the head canons ; ⤷ katsuki as your college boyfriend
It’s the first game of the season and the university stadium is packed with students from different schools, all dressed in their respective team colors while carrying banners in support of their players. Cheers and murmurs echo through the crowd, blending in with the announcer’s voice over the speakers before the match officially begins.
It took a few minutes of weaving through the crowd before you finally spotted your section, scanning the rows one last time until your eyes landed on the three empty seats at the front.
“Over there—” You pointed towards the front row.
Mina looked at the direction of your finger before replying enthusiastically. “And we got the best seat in the house!”
“I know, right?!” You laughed, hurrying down the steps.
“We’re near the team too.” Kyoka said in awe, glancing towards the players’ bench just a few meters away.
“I should thank your boyfriend for this.” Mina said, giving your shoulder a playful shove.
You couldn’t help smiling as you settled down into your seat. A few days ago, Katsuki had casually shoved the tickets into your hands, telling you to bring your friends if you wanted. Although, you hadn’t expected to get seats this close to the field— especially to your team’s players. So here you were, sitting alongside Mina and Kyoka at some of the best seats in the stadium.
You glanced around the stadium, noticing a lot of girls wearing Yuuei University’s team jersey, with its signature navy blue and white accents scattered throughout the crowd. Some had different players’ names printed on their backs, most likely jerseys they’d bought from the university store— unlike yours.
Yours had been given by Katsuki himself.
Just this morning, before he went to university to prepare for the match, he’d insisted for you to wear his away-jersey instead. And unlike the team’s usual navy blue uniform, the away jersey was predominantly white with navy blue accents— a design the team rarely wore. So it stood out effortlessly in the crowd of navy blues filling the stadium, and across your back were the words:
BAKUGOU
10
“Wear this.”
“Your away-jersey?”
“People should know who you’re cheerin’ for.”
“Maybe I should scream your name while I’m at it.”
“Good. I should hear it when I’m on the other side.”
“I’m joking—”
“And I’m not.”
Your train of thought was interrupted by the sudden thunderous cheers of the crowd. Your eyes drifted towards the left stadium entrance just as the Yuuei soccer team jogged onto the field and towards the bench area.
At the very front of the group was Katsuki. The captain’s armband clung to his beefy left arm, while a black headband pushed his ash-blond hair away from his face— and he looked insanely hot. Unfortunately, you weren’t the only one who noticed.
“Bakugou looks so hot!”
“I’d let him yell at me.”
“I heard he has a girlfriend.”
“That’s right— it’s me.”
“You wish!”
“Sorry girls, but I'm the girlfriend.”
The group burst into laughter, joking among themselves, and the three of you heard every word.
“Oh… if only they knew.” Mina murmured while you simply smiled to yourself.
As the team gathered near the bench for the coach’s final instructions, Katsuki’s eyes drifted towards the stands, sweeping across countless faces looking for someone. And when his eyes landed on you, he smiled— clearly satisfied with you wearing his jersey.
“Did you see that?”
“Oh my god!”
“He smiled at me!”
“No! He smiled at me.”
“He was totally looking at me.”
“I literally made eye contact with him.”
“I told you I’m the girlfriend!”
Mina and Kyoka beside you snickered while you bit the inside of your cheek just to keep yourself from laughing.
As the match started, a sharp whistle echoed throughout the stadium, and the crowd erupted into cheers as both teams rushed into action. The ball moved swiftly from one player to another, then a clean pass found its way to Katsuki.
And without thinking— you stood up from your seat.
“GO KATSUKI!”
Several nearby students glanced your way, especially the group of girls sitting behind you.
“Did she just call him Katsuki?”
“How dare she!”
“Who is she to use his given name like that?”
Mina slowly turned her head just enough to glare at them before looking back at you.
“Don’t mind them.”
“They’re just gonna embarrass themselves.” Kyoka said, already looking annoyed by the group of girls.
If only they knew.
You ignored them simply because they had no idea you were the actual girlfriend. After all, this was the first game of the season— first official match with Katsuki as the team captain. It’s also the first match you attended as his girlfriend. Not a lot of people knew about your relationship yet.
Unfortunately, just because you ignored them, doesn’t mean the comments were going to stop.
“The audacity to wear an away-jersey too.”
“I bet she had that customized.”
“Exactly! Since the university only sells navy-blue ones.”
“That’s so delulu of her.”
Kyoka, sitting beside you, looked like she was seconds away from standing up.
“Just say the word, I’ll punch them.”
“Kyoka, it’s fine—”
You simply smiled to yourself and kept your eyes on the field. No amount of whispering from strangers was going to ruin your excitement over watching Katsuki. If anything, it only made you cheer louder.
“GO ON DARLING!”
After more than 90 minutes of the match, the final whistle rang across the stadium, followed by the explosion of cheers from the home crowd.
Yuuei had won.
Students cheered loudly while waving their banners in celebration. The Yuuei team players gathered near the bench, patting one another on the back and pulling each other for a hug. Katsuki joined in the celebration, accepting the congratulations with his signature smug smirk, clearly satisfied with the way their team won— in pure dominance.
Without a hint of embarrassment, you shouted as loudly as you could.
“THAT’S MY HONEY!”
Mina immediately burst into laughter while Kyoka just snickered beside you. They both knew you shouted just to rile up the girls who have been talking shit about you the whole game.
“She’s never gonna stop, is she?”
“I’m so embarrassed for her.”
“She really thinks she’s Bakugou’s girlfriend.”
“Even I could never.”
You ignored them for the hundredth time, too busy being happy with Yuuei’s victory to care.
As the team finished celebrating together, the players turned towards the crowd and thanked everyone who supported them before making their way back to their locker room.
And instead of following his team, Katsuki broke away and jogged towards your direction.
“Hold on…”
“He’s coming over here.”
“Oh my god!”
Within seconds, the group of girls frantically reached out for their make up kits, reapplying their blushes and lipsticks while hurriedly fixing their hair, desperate to look their very best for Katsuki.
Your Katsuki.
“How do I look?”
“Is my collar crooked?”
“Fix my stray hairs please!”
“I told you he was smiling at us!”
“He totally saw how pretty we are.”
The moment Katsuki reached your section, you stepped away from your seat and walked towards the railing. Katsuki waited for you on the other side of the barrier, one hand casually resting on the railing as he slightly looked up to you.
“So…” A faint smile tugged at his lips, “Did you enjoy the game?”
“Of course!” You nodded excitedly while smiling at him. “You were so cool out there.”
His signature smug smirk only grew.
“Yeah?” He tilted his head slightly while raising a brow at you. “Where’s my congratulations kiss?”
“In here?!”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Haah… seriously.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes at him.
Despite your initial embarrassment, you leaned over the railing anyway, gently cupped his cheek before giving a quick kiss to his lips.
When you pulled away, you saw Katsuki with his grin even wider than before. Not giving a single care to anyone who watched him kiss his girlfriend.. In fact, it only inflated his ego knowing everyone had witnessed it.
Behind you, the group of girls stood frozen in shock, their eyes wide and mouths hanging open. Mina and Kyoka, on the other hand, are exchanging amused glances with each other, just watching everything unfold.
“...No way.”
“No fucking way.”
“Did she just…”
“Kissed Bakugou?!”
“That should have been me.”
“Do you think she heard all of that?”
Kyoka just burst into laughter, finally giving up trying to hold it in while Mina looked back at the girls with a grin.
“You bet we did!
All that endless chatter, Katsuki heard every single one of it. He glanced past your shoulder towards the group behind you. A smirk painted his face as he pieced together what had been happening all game.
Then he drifted his attention back to you and without sparing a moment, pulled you closer over the railing.
“Wait, Katsu—”
Before you could finish, Katsuki kissed you again, much longer than the first kiss you gave him. Long enough for your blood to rise up to your cheeks, and especially long enough for those girls behind you to finally realize how wrong they had been.
And when he was fully satisfied, Katsuki pulled away.
“Maybe that’ll shut them up.”
爆豪 勝己 — back to the main masterlist ⊹ ࣪ ˖🫧
(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ taglist for anything katsuki: @moritas-tiny-theatre @yoloforlifeee
It was officially 3:14 AM, and you were losing your mind.
For the past three hours, you had done nothing but toss and turn in your bed. You tried flipping your pillow to the cool side, you tried staring at the ceiling, and you even tried counting sheep like a total cliché. Nothing worked. Your brain just refused to shut up, and the silence of the 1-A dorms was only making your racing thoughts louder.
Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You kicked off your blankets, slipped on your fluffiest slippers, and quietly opened your door.
The hallway was pitch black and freezing cold. Shivering, you tiptoed down the corridor, making sure to avoid the squeaky floorboards until you reached a door with a tiny, familiar explosion keychain hanging from the handle.
You tapped the door handle, praying it wasn’t locked. With a soft click, it gave way.
Stepping into Katsuki’s room felt like walking into a completely different climate zone. It was incredibly warm, smelling faintly of burnt sugar and his usual spicy body wash. You closed the door behind you with agonizing slowness, holding your breath until it clicked shut.
In the center of the room, buried under a mountain of heavy blankets, was Katsuki. He was a notoriously early sleeper, so he was already completely knocked out, snoring softly into his pillow. His usual spiky blonde hair was a messy, flattened disaster.
You crept over to the side of his bed. Normally, waking Katsuki up in the middle of the night was a death wish, but you were desperate.
Carefully, you lifted the edge of the heavy comforter and slid into the bed. The immediate blast of warmth was amazing. You shuffled closer to his back, trying to be as quiet as a mouse, and gently wrapped one arm around his waist, burying your face between his shoulder blades.
The second you touched him, Katsuki stirred.
He let out a deep, gravelly groan, shifting his weight. For a terrifying second, you thought he was going to blast you into next week. But instead, he slowly rolled over to face you. His eyes were barely open, squinting through the dark room, heavy with sleep.
"The hell...?" he mumbled, his voice incredibly deep, rough, and raspy from sleep.
"I couldn't sleep," you whispered, suddenly feeling a little guilty for waking him. "Can I stay?"
Katsuki didn't even answer verbally. He just let out another long, defeated sigh that huffed against your forehead. But before you could apologize, his large, ridiculously warm arms reached out and wrapped securely around your waist.
With one effortless tug, he pulled you flush against his chest, tucking your head right under his chin. One of his hands rested flat against your lower back, while his legs tangled up with yours under the sheets. It was like being held by a human radiator.
He buried his face into your hair, inhaling deeply, his grip tightening just a fraction as if to make sure you weren't going anywhere.
"Go to sleep, dumbass," he muttered in a thick, half-asleep voice, the words slurring together perfectly.
You couldn't help but smile into his chest, your heart doing a little flip. The anxiety and restlessness that had kept you awake for hours instantly melted away, replaced by the rhythmic, calming thump of his heartbeat against your cheek.
"Goodnight, Katsuki," you whispered.
He just let out a soft, grumbly sound in response, already drifting back into dreamland. Safe and warm in his arms, it didn't take you more than two minutes to finally fall fast asleep.
A/N: I forgot to post this yesterday...
@akira-dragon-archive do not plagiarize, edit or feed any of my works into any ai platforms.
The dorm leaders are angry, and their poor dorm mates have to endure their wrath until Yuu/Reader plants a big kiss on them to calm them down. (Part: 6-7)
•Idia Shroud
Idia was in his room at Ignyde, sitting on his bed, his flaming crimson hair, arguing with the Ignyde freshmen on his tablet because they had done something stupid that he had to fix. Ortho had called Yuu to calm his brother down:
— He's been like this for half an hour! I don't know what else to do, I've already tried to entice him with games, snacks, sweets, and even a warm blanket... so I thought you could calm him down since you have experience calming people in stressful situations.
In the background, they could hear Idia yelling about the useless NPCs or other gamer insults. Yuu nods to Ortho, determined to help Ortho, she walks over to Idia, grabs him by the shoulders and pushes him against the mattress of his bed, which makes him let out a squeal of surprise at this action, before he could complain you were sealing his lips with yours, Ortho is slightly surprised by your technique to calm Idia down but starts writing it down to see how Idia's reaction would be, the freshmen who were previously listening to the scolding on the tablet move away because of the strange sounds that were coming out.Idia's flaming hair instantly changes to pink, his face turning red, after 5 seconds Yuu releases his lips, turns around and leaves the room:
— Problem solved, bye Ortho!
Ortho waves excitedly while his brother was paralyzed.
— Thank you so much Yuu!
Idia panicked and curled up like an armadillo on the bed, his hands covering his face and his hair being pink and wild.
Creator's note: Interesting that the previous people were the biggest and this one is the smallest in the series!
You are doing the slightest thing that suggests cuteness in front of him. Looking at him with those widened eyes and a soft smile on your face. Just absolutely glowing for no reason, or maybe that's just how he sees you through rose-colored glasses 24/7.
Idia, on the other hand, was unfazed. "What an idiot…" he scoffed, turning his head away to hide his growing blush and wobbling smile.
Meanwhile, a little sneak peek through his mind: AHFBHDABFDHAG?? WHY ARE THEY DOING THAT EXPRESSION?? SO FUCKING CUTE, LET ME KISS THEM. I WANNA NOM THEM, SQUISH THEM- PLEASE LET ME SQUISH THOSE CHEEKS; I NEEDED IT SO BADLY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—
"Now, can you leave me alone?" He turned back to you, his expression returning to its usual aloofness. "Unlike you, I have other things to do than…" He takes one look at your face, immediately regrets it, then internally sighs in defeat.
Please, someone, help him before he can reach your face, play with it like Play-Doh, and coo sweet nothings. SOMEONE HELP—
synopsis: a few weeks after the two of you had gone public, Endeavor calls Touya and asks (well commands) Touya to bring his girlfriend to meet the family.
pairing: pro hero touya todoroki x f!reader
a/n: based on this request
Touya had a long boring day of patrolling the streets, and there had been no crime he could spot other than petty ones. The sun was now dipped below the horizon creating a soft pinkish purplish hue across the sky. He was walking home to where you were definitely lying in bed comfortably by now.
By the time he gets back home the sky had turned dark, the stars coming out to say hello to the world. He opened the door to his apartment, or now your shared apartment. He’d been meaning to ask you to move in for a while now and after you two had gone public it was the perfect opportunity for you to move in with him so he took the chance.
Touya kicked his boots off leaving them by the door and hung his jacket on the rack. The apartment was silent, the soft steps of him walking toward your shared bedroom was the only noise in the place.
The door opened with a small creak, you were barely awake forcing yourself to not fall asleep until he came back home. It was something you did even before you moved in together, you would always wait for a text from him saying that he’s home. Just to make sure he’s safe.
Because that was the type of person you were. Always sweet. Always considerate. Always gentle. Even when he didn’t deserve it.
Ever since the two of you had gone public a couple weeks ago and Touya made that incredibly heartfelt speech about how his love for you is not going anywhere and that he wouldn’t let a single person hurt you, you’ve been a little bit more paranoid. You can’t help but think something will happen to him because of you or that he’s more prone to danger now that he's become a more prominent figure to the media.
He crouched down beside the bed, brushing your hair out of your face and giving a small kiss to your forehead, “Hey baby, you awake?” he whispered.
You blink up at him wearily, your lips turning into a sleepy smile that made his heart skip a beat. “Yeah,” your voice was raspy from the sleep you were to seconds from falling under. “Everything okay?”
Even through your narrowed eyes you scanned his body seeing no wounds or marks that were concerning. He smiled as he watched what your eyes checking him out, “Yeah sweetheart everything’s ok,” he tilts his head to the side a little, “You should be asleep though,”
“Sleeps just a mindset”
“Stubbornness is too”
You scoff which earns a breathy laugh from him. He presses a soft quick kiss to your forehead before he stands up and makes his way to the bathroom to change.
Touya thinks about his patrol earlier as he gets ready for bed. Sliding off his hero uniform, he stands in the shower. The water runs hot as it goes over his body, his hair seeping wet. He holds one hand against the cold tiles, running his other through his snow white hair. His muscles hold tension from the day’s work, his mind running around in circles. From paperwork to patrolling to the marvelous phone call he received from his dad earlier.
Right that phone call.
“Hello?”
“Son.” Endeavors rough voice crackles through the speaker, “Nice speech. It seems the public took a liking to it.”
Well, that was a relief. In all honesty, Touya went up there completely unprepared. The only thing he thought of was protecting you. He couldn’t help but feel some sort of pride knowing that his dad thought he did good.
As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he sought for his dad’s approval more than he should. The only person who knows that is the only person he can let himself be vulnerable with: you.
“Glad you approve,” his tone is sarcastic, but he’s glad his father isn’t ripping his head off or anything like that.
“I’ll cut to the chase then, you and your girlfriend will be coming over this Friday for dinner,”
Touya blinks, once, twice, processing the fact that his father asked--no stated dinner plans.
“Hell no!” Touya was firm and set with his response, “I’m not having you guys scare her off!”
“Don’t be dramatic, we won’t scare her off,” Endeavor scoffed on the other side of the phone, “We just want to meet the girl that managed to steal the heart of our hot-headed son is all,”
“You’re disgusting,”
“You’re being silly, it’s just a dinner what could possibly go wrong,”
“Better question, what won’t,”
He then heard murmurs of voices behind Endeavor which is what he presumes the rest of his family. He can imagine Fuyumi and Natsuo huddling over the speaker, his Mom and Shoto on the other end of the couch listening intently.
“Touya? It’s Mom,”
He relaxed a little at the sound of his mothers delicate and soft-spoken voice, but still he was not budging one bit.
“Hi Mom,” His tone usually softens when he’s speaking to his mom, she was always patient with him and never yelled at him even when he deserved it. Quite the opposite of how he usually speaks to his dad. They usually meet their tempers eye to eye.
“Touya, honey why don’t you invite the girl over for dinner,” His mom lightly suggests, “What was her name again?”
Touya sighs and says your name, his heart fluttering remembering that you’re probably home doing some leisurely activity. Gosh he couldn’t wait to hold you and shower you with kisses. He shakes his hand before he tumbles down a road of fantasyland and focuses back to the conversation at hand, “And the answer is still no,”
“PLEASE! WE WANNA MEET HER!” He almost jumps hearing his sister’s insistence booming through the speaker loud and clear, but just as quickly as it came the speaker cuts muffled again which what he assumes is Natsuo stealing the phone from Fuyumi, “Fuyumi shush, dude you’re so secretive about your life how come you didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend,”
“So I could avoid this conversation,”
“Ah that didn’t go so well when you shamelessly kissed her in public, now did it? Very reckless of you big bro!”
“You little--”
“Enough!” Endeavor scolds, taking back his phone from Natsuo’s hand. He clears his throat, lowering his voice back down in a respectable manner, the voice Touya knows too well. The one that means Touya had no room to argue and that this dinner was happening no matter how much he protested. “Touya we’ll see you here, Friday at 7:00pm got it?”
Touya pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing in the nature around him so that he doesn’t lose his temper, “Fine,” he mutters through clenched teeth, “See you then, but I swear the second you start grilling her or making her uncomfortable I won’t hesitate to--”
“Awwww he’s so protective over her, I never thought I’d see the day my big brother was in love,” Fuyumi interrupts squealing on the other side, enjoying seeing Touya’s usually reserved nature care for someone.
The tips of Touya’s ears turn pink, he bites his tongue holding back from saying some very colorful words due to the fact that he can imagine his parents right there. “Fuyumi” he practically growls, warning her not to start something.
The call cuts before Touya starts going off about what a nosy annoying brat she is. He looks down at his phone, his reflection looking back at him through the black screen. He sighs running a hand over his face when he realizes that he has to sprout these new plans onto you.
Which brings him back to the present, he finished getting ready for bed. Wearing a black shirt that hugs his muscles just right, and grey sweatpants that hung a little low around his waist. He climbs into bed next to you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Your back fits against his chest just right, as if you were made to be there. He thinks about how he should tell you the news.
The thing is he knows you, you’re an anxious people pleaser to put it gently. You hate being a burden to people, even with the smallest things. And he loves that about you but that at the same time he hates it. He wants you to understand that you’re never anything below perfect to him no matter what you do.
He can already imagine your reaction to hearing that his family wants to meet you, you’re going to spiral in a never ending panic. From wondering what you should wear to whether they’d hate you. And he knows his family would love you, who wouldn’t you’re easy to love. But you’ll stress more and more as the days approach, his goal is to get you to understand he’ll be by your side through it all. And that no matter what happens he’s never leaving you.
He buries his face against your hair smelling the strawberry coconut shampoo you use, his favorite. He presses a small kiss to the top of your head hesitating a little, “Hey baby, you awake?” He whispers quietly enough he didn’t want to be heard, hoping he wasn’t heard because then he wouldn’t have to ask the question.
But you, being the observant little being you are, heard and gave a small hum in response.
“How would you feel about dinner with my family this Friday,” he mutters against your temple, tilting his head watching your expression. There was really no other way to say it but straight.
Your eyes immediately widen as you fully process what he just asked, the sleep in your body leaving immediately. You immediately turn around in his grip, his hand resting lightly on your waist keeping you close, “Dinner…with your family…this Friday?” You repeat slowly making sure you understand every word. Your breathing comes in a little quick as you start thinking of different scenarios to come.
Touya smirks watching your flabbergasted expression, he predicted this exactly “That’s what I said yes,” He holds back a laugh as he watches you take in what he dropped on you.
“You tell me this now!? That’s not enough time!” your voice goes up a couple octaves making Touya laugh involuntarily. You sit up on both your elbows making a mental checklist for yourself, “Should I bring something? I don’t have any clothes, do I wear a sweater? Is your--”
“Baby, baby,” Touya shushes you up by covering your mouth with the palm of his hand, the smell of his soap, which smelled very masculine and like the forest, filling your senses. “Shut up for a second, yeah? Take a breather.”
He inhales and exhales guiding you to do the same, he holds himself up on his elbow watching you take a deep breath before speaking again, “They just wanna see the girl who managed to see past all my bullshit,” His voice softens, his eyes full of amusement as he watches you come slightly down from the high of emotions you were on.
Even with his reassurance you couldn’t calm down though, I mean this is Touya’s family we’re talking about, you’re so in love with him you have to make a good impression. And it doesn’t help that his dad used to be the number one pro hero! That makes it even more intimidating!
You huff mocking him, “‘Take a breather’ oh please easy for you to say this is your family we’re talking about! What if they think I’m not good enough for you?” You look up at him, a hint of insecurity in your glittery eyes. He takes notice of the way your eyes glisten; he brushes his thumb over the small plump of your bottom lip.
“Fuck them then,” he says firmly, his smirk never unwavering. Your head snaps towards him with confused, wide eyes making his amusement grow even more. Gosh, you couldn’t even know how gone he is for you. “You’re more than enough for me, I love you just as you are. My family’s opinion doesn’t change that.”
The way his words hit you is an indescribable feeling. Your chest tightens, your big eyes widening slightly immediately captivates his attention. He kisses your forehead, gently guiding you to lay back down next to him. “We’ll talk more in the morning, ok? For now, just get some sleep princess,”
His eyes drift shut locking away his turquoise irises, his arm wraps around your waist pulling you closer than you were before. Your head rests under his chin, smooshed against his firm hard chest. His smell is the only thing grounding you from the different trains of thought running through your mind.
The only thing you know about the Todoroki’s is whatever’s on the news and the stories Touya tells you. You wonder what they were like in person though.
Should I bring them flowers or chocolate? What do I talk about? What questions are they gonna ask me? What if they hate me?
Your thoughts get interrupted by Touya gently squeezing your waist, his hand moving gently to the small of your back. He rubs his fingers up and down your spine gently, as if he could coax the overthinking out of your head. He presses his lips to the top of your head, his voice warm and quiet, “Baby, I can practically hear you thinking,” his touch lulls you, your eyelids feel heavy.
“You expect me to sleep when I just found out I’m meeting my boyfriend’s parents on Friday? Today’s Wednesday, by the way, gives me no time to mentally prepare!” You whine, you’re unable to stay still and get comfortable.
He can sense the anxiety this is giving you and mentally curses himself for not waiting until the morning to tell you. But then you’d be mad he didn’t tell you as early as he could so there was no winning for him to begin with.
“I can cancel if you really feel uncomfortable,” he combs through the silky strands of your hair with his fingers, “Don’t feel pressured baby, I don’t wanna put you under any pressure.”
You canceling would save me a lot of trouble, he thinks to himself.
“No! Absolutely not!” You insisted, looking at him like he was the one insane. As if you didn’t just worry yourself for the past ten minutes.
He pulls back, enough so he could look at your face with confusion etched all over. His eyebrows scrunch together, he opens his mouth and closes it, “What? Did you say no? Babe you’ve literally been freaking out.”
You roll your eyes as if he was the incompetent one, “We can’t just cancel on them, they’re gonna think that I’m hiding something or that I don’t want to meet them, which isn’t true I do want to meet them I’m just scared they won’t like me,” The idea of Touya’s family not liking you frightens you more than anything, if they don’t approve of you it feels like you’re not worthy of him.
Touya sighs and rolls his eyes this time, “You inconsistent worrywat” he pulls your head back against his chest with a muffled “hey” coming from you. “You’re gonna do great, and I’ll be with you every step of the way,”
“Besides, if we need escape options I’m not above setting the table on fire,” he adds trying to lighten the mood, his eyes darted down watching your reaction. You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle at that, it’s so typical of your boyfriend to light something on fire in your honor. He’s a bit of a pyromanic that way.
“My hero”
“Damn straight,” he smiles at your natural sarcasm, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. Both his arms wrap around you, one hand cradling the back of your head and the other snaking around your waist gently holding you. The two of you are silent, the only sounds in the room being the AC and your breathing.
Today’s events catch up to Touya, his eye movement growing slower and slower. He feels the sleep coming over him. The mixture of warmth from his body heat and the fluff of the blanket make you feel toasty, you shut your eyes for a second.
What was only just a second turned out to be hours because you woke up to sunlight shining on your face through the window blinds. The early morning light makes you groan into your pillow, rubbing your eyes with one hand, you use your free one to reach to the other side of the bed.
You're met with an empty side feeling the softness of the bedsheet and not your boyfriend. You turn your head and see the spot where Touya was now vacant. You groan into your hands not wanting to get up, “Touya?” your voice called out, tired and sleepy.
He doesn’t have patrol or anything today, you push yourself off the bed, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. Your feet are met with the cold wood floor, you look at your surroundings: the walls, the door to the main room are all blurry due to the way your eyes haven’t fully opened yet.
You walk out of the bedroom, your pajamas rumpled from sleep and your hair in a slight frizz. You’re met with the smell of pancakes floating through the air mixed with the sweet smell of strawberries and syrup.
Touya had woken up before you, he felt bad about sprouting his family dinner on you last night causing you a wave of anxiety to wash over. So, he’s trying to make it up to you in everyone’s favorite love language: breakfast in bed.
But, of course you had to wake up before he could present you his course. He heard the soft patter of your footsteps and turned around. His expression softened at how adorable you look with a bedhead and a sleepy expression plastered on your face. You walked over to him leaning against his arm, watching as the waffle batter sizzled on a hot pan. He smiles looking down at you, “Hey sweetheart, you sleep okay?” Touya pressed a brief kiss to the top of your head before going back to flipping the pancakes.
You nod letting a small yawn escape you, “What time did you wake up?” you sighed, closing your eyes against his arm. Your eyes look up at him, admiring the side of his face. Gosh he always had such a great side profile. The sharp side of his jaw, the way his white locks fall over his eyes just barely, pieces of his hair sticking up in different places. His sweatpants hung low around his wait, his shirt doing nothing to conceal the hard muscles that lie underneath.
He noticed how relaxed you are which was weird considering how much you were freaking out last night. Then it realized that it probably hadn’t hit you yet.
Touya looks up at the ceiling recalling when he’d waken up, the sun hadn’t risen yet the orange hues were just at the border bleeding through the sky, “Maybe an hour ago,” He scoops the pancake off the pan, delicate placing it on the plate in front of you.
“Sit down, I’ll bring you them,” He wraps his hand on your hip, turning you around and ushering you to one of the chairs by the table. You let yourself be guided by him letting out a small ‘oof’. Your brain was still a bit of a mush from post-wake up. The sound of the kitchen items clanking together, the stove fire making sharp sounds through the air.
He places the plate in front of you, the smell of the freshly hot pancakes blessing your sense of smell. You immediately smile, your eyes brightening---you look up at him and he’s already looking down at you admiring your reaction. He sits down next to you with his own plate in front of him. The syrup placed in the middle of you, glasses of orange juice on the side of your plates. Usually, he doesn’t do these grand gestures unless something is up.
“I was planning on making you breakfast in bed, why’d you have to ruin my plan and wake up you little brat,” he teases, squeezing your cheek between the knuckle of his pointer and thumb.
You laugh, the sound of your joy filling the air making his chest tighten and a smirk appear on his face. He leans on his elbow, tilting his head and resting his cheek against the palm of his hand. He felt like a high school boy admiring the girl he likes.
The rise of a faint pink colors your cheeks under the heat of his gaze, “You’re being awfully sweet this morning,” your voice was light and teasing with an undertone of suspicion. You definitely didn’t mind how affectionate he was being yet you can’t help but question it. “Did you do something you weren’t supposed to or…”
Touya laughs at your suspicious tone, his voice was low and his smirk never wavered, “I can be sweet when I want to be. Although, it seems I have to do it more often if you’re gonna keep questioning me like this,”
“I wouldn’t mind that,” You didn’t miss a beat, your smile was innocent while his was flirty and dangerous.
“Hmm no doubt,” he leans forward a little, pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss. He feels how you melt against him and his lips form a smile against yours. He pulls back slightly, watching your expression through half-lidded eyes.
He presses a quick kiss to the tip of your nose and grabs the syrup pouring the sweet gooeyiness over his pancakes. You do the same grabbing your fork and knife cutting the softness into pieces. The fluffiness melting against your tongue instantly, you smile to yourself in content. Touya always made the best pancakes.
The two of you sit in comfortable silence, the outside world awake now. The sun has fully risen now, people going to work, the sounds of birds chirping clear as day even through the windows. Just as when you thought it would be a peaceful morning, little did you know that that peace would not last forever.
He watches you for a second, a slightly guilty expression washing over him before bringing up the inevitable, “So,” he puts his fork down, the metal clinking against the plate, he crosses his arms over the table, “About last night,”
You pause mid-bite, the tips of the fork pressed against your bottom lip. Last night?
Oh.
Right.
Dinner. On Friday.
Your smile falters when you recall last night’s surprise.
“Right,” you continue chewing the pancake, slower this time. You thought the whole thing had been a dream. But no, reality is you’re meeting his family tomorrow.
“Dinner with your parents this Friday?” There’s a slight shakiness in your voice giving away your nervousness. He takes your hand gently, as if it’s unreasonable not to give you comfort in some way.
“They’re intimidating at first I’ll admit, but once you get to know them you’ll see how harmless they are,” he scrunches his nose thinking about how insane his family can be. To outside people, they might think that the Todoroki’s are intimidating and condescending but in reality they’re just people who happen to have powerful quirks, they have their good times and bad. But at this moment he’s trying to lighten it up.
“I met your parents, how is this any different?”
“How about because my family isn’t one of the most known in the country?”
“Details,” he waved you off. It's funny how Touya forgets how well-known his family is, “Finish your pancakes, I can help you relax later if you want,” he winks, catching you off guard for a second.
You narrow your eyes at his flirty tactics and swat him, “Now is not that time,” you scold although there was no heat behind it. He ruffles your hair in response, messing up your bedhead even more before smoothing out the strands.
“Do they know anything about me,” you tentatively ask, big wide eyes staring up at him.
Touya sighs, hesitating before responding. His family didn’t even know you existed till before the media. He doesn’t want you to think
“They know that I’m protective of you,” he finally says. “Which to them means your worth something,”
You don’t really know how to react to that, his family is meeting you without knowing anything about you. They don’t have any background knowledge on who is stepping into their home holding their eldest son’s hand. He notices the anxiety etched onto your face and his expression falters for a minute. He truly didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just when it comes to his personal life he tends to keep it to himself and far from his family because he doesn’t want them to ruin something good--especially his father.
“Listen,” he starts, tilting his head to catch your eyes and make sure you’re listening to him. “I didn’t tell them because I’m embarrassed of you or anything like that--far from it actually. I just…” he trails off, his eyes darting to the side figuring out the best way to explain it.
“I just didn’t want them to ruin something…good,” he finally says, “I didn’t want them to have a say in what I do for once,” From the times he had shown you a little bit of vulnerability, you knew he had a tendency to tend to his family’s wishes. You sympathize at the thought, putting a hand over his lightly. No matter how much of a rebellious persona he puts on, deep down he does care and doesn’t want to be a disappointment.
You press a light kiss to his cheek, lingering longer than you should. One that’s supposed to reassure him as if saying you love him for him.
When you pull back you offer him a smile, one that always makes his heart beat faster. He brings his finger up to the corner of your smile pressing into it as if he could keep it there forever. It’s practically embedded into his brain now.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” No matter how many times he compliments you, you’ll get caught off guard every time. And it’s amusing to him every time.
“Shut up” that pulls a chuckle out of him, the warmth of his hand leaves your face cold when he lets you finish your breakfast.
“I have to go shopping,” you declare breaking whatever silence was lingering, you give him a look, “And you’re coming with,”
He smiles because he knew he was going with you no matter what you say, “Yes ma’am,”
You spent the rest of the day buying things in order to prepare for tomorrow. Touya, just like he promised, was by your side through it all. Through buying new clothes, deciding between flowers and chocolates (you ended up choosing chocolates because Touya revealed Fuyumi and Natsuo’s love for sweets).
Now Touya is driving you both back home, the sun is hiding back under the horizon. Traffic is slow today, the drive calm despite the tension lingering underneath.
“Don’t tell me you're still freaking out,” Touya breaks the silence, his eyes never leaving the road. One hand was on the wheel, the other gently resting on your thigh giving it a slight squeeze when he noticed the tension.
“You’re gonna worry yourself to death babe,” He couldn’t help but let out a snicker.
“I’ll stop worrying when it’s Saturday,”
“You’re gonna lose your hair stressing yourself,”
“Wait what?”
He lets out an unfiltered laugh at the way you paused. He can feel your eyes boring into the side of his head, “It’s true, the more you stress yourself the faster you lose your hair,” he absolutely loses it when he sees you clutching your hair immediately.
He couldn’t help but tease you a bit, it was so funny seeing how flustered you get. “Where’d you read that?” You were astonished by this not so fun fact considering you tend to overthink the smallest things a lot.
It was funny to Touya considering how you were more composed when you two were leaked to the public then meeting his parents.
“Doesn’t matter, what matters is for you to get out of your head,” he says, tapping a finger to your forehead.
He smirks an idea popping into his head, “And if you can’t, I can always help you out with that,” his voice drops down to a seductive, sultry tone making your body heat up. As much as you’d love to give into his flirty antics…and help him relive you. You wouldn’t be able to think straight knowing that you’re meeting his parents tomorrow.
Maybe later though…
The time had finally come, you were standing outside of his old house. Touya had already knocked on the door so the two of you were just standing next to each other waiting. You were wearing a dark blue sweater with light blue jeans that complimented your beautiful eyes. Your hair was down, the front two strands being pulled together by a bow. Touya was in a black button down shirt and jeans, his hand was around your hip, thumb rubbing circles against the fabric grounding you.
You were holding your breath waiting for the door to inevitably open, he smirked giving you a side eye. “Breath sweetheart, don’t want you passing out before the door even opens,” he whispered to you.
Despite his composed front, he couldn’t help the nerves that started to rise up. He checks his watch as a nervous tick, it reads 7:00 meaning you guys were right on time. He told himself he didn’t care about his family’s approval or anything, this was just a formality. It’s still true, he loves you to the moon and back but the thought of his family not liking you stung him more than he’d like to admit.
You inhale and exhale, the time for the door to open feels like millions of years have gone by. It’s hard to tell whether you would rather they open the door or not. But alas the door opens with more force than intended by a very tall figure.
Enji Todoroki.
His broad shoulders, rigid posture, spiky red hair and a scar that runs on one side of his face from his hair to past his eye. He wasn’t scowling but he wasn’t smiling either which made your heart beat faster.
His gaze landed on Touya first. It lingered, heavy and unreadable, before shifting to you.
For a moment, the silence stretched.
Then--
“...You’re here,” was all he said.
Not welcoming, but not unkind either. Just…acknowleding. Which made you want to run even faster.
Touya clicked his tongue. “Yeah, that tends to happen when you invite people.”
Enji shot a quick glare at his son for sarcasm before moving aside, “...Come in.”
So ominous.
The inside of the house was warmer than you expected--not just temperature, but feeling. Polished wood floors gleamed under soft lighting, the faint scent of simmering food drifting from deeper inside. It felt lived in, despite the tension that clung to it.
You barely had a second to take it in before--
“Oh!”
Soft footsteps approached quickly.A woman appeared from around the corner, her cheeks puffed out from how big she was smiling, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw you.
You recognized the girl from some of the family photos you saw on Touya’s phone.
Fuyumi.
The way she didn’t hesitate had your nerves easing just a bit. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, her voice warm that reminded you of chocolate chip cookies for some reason. She reached out, gently taking your hands in hers like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m Fuyumi.”
Her grip was soft, reassuring--not overwhelming, just…grounding.
“It’s really nice to meet you,” you said, meaning it.
“I was worried Touya would say something and scare you off before tonight.”
“Hey--”
You laugh at that, she tilts her head observing you but not in a way that makes you feel suffocated, “You look like someone who wouldn’t leave that easily,” she added, ignoring him completely.
You blinked. “...I hope that’s a good thing.”
She nods fast, “It is.”
You looked past her shoulder where a quieter presence lingered. Which is when you saw a kid with half white and half red hair, standing near the hallways. Posture straight but relaxed, watching attentively. You could tell he was trying to get a feel for you.
“...Hi,” he finally said, his voice didn’t waiver, and you could tell he definitely wasn’t shy, just quiet.
“Hi,” you said back offering a warm smile.
Touya stepped up ruffling the kids hair, “Don’t mind Shoto, it takes a bit for him to get used to people, then he’ll yap your ear off,”
He looked at Touya with an unreadable expression, “I just didn’t think she was real,”
“Why the hell wouldn’t she be real?”
“I didn’t think you could talk to girls--” Touya cut him off with a small slap to the back of his head. Not enough to hurt, but enough to shut him up. He let out a small “ow” in return.
“Yeah that’s enough out of you,” he scoffed but before he could straighten up another voice cut in.
“Wow” This one was more casual. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed looking you up and down.
Natsuo.
He tilted his head slightly, studying you with a mix of curiosity and disbelief, “You’re actually real,” he said, one corner of his mouth lifting a bit.
Touya groaned immediately. “Not you too,”
“I didn’t say anything,” Natsuo laughed, pushing himself off the wall. He walked a little closer, not invading your space, but definitely looking at you. “I just didn’t think he’d actually bring someone home.”
“That makes two of us,” you muttered without thinking. Your eyes widened slightly as the pause lingered.
Then his mouth twitched and he let out a short laugh.
“...Alright,” he said, still snickering despite Touya’s scowl towards him. “That was a good answer.”
“Dinner’s ready.”
You hadn’t even noticed her before. Seated at the table already, hands folded neatly, was a woman with soft grey eyes and a quiet presence that somehow filled the room more gently than anyone else.
Rei.
The food was already laid out, the house engulfed in the delicious smell. She looked up as you approached and she smiled. It wasn’t big and it wasn’t forced but the way her eyes softened when she saw you was a better reaction than anything else.
She stood up and greeted you, “You must be Touya’s girlfriend,” she said gently.
Your chest tightened a little at the tone alone. “Yes, ma’am--”
“Rei is fine,” she said softly.
“...Rei,” you corrected, a little shy now. “It’s really nice to meet you.”
“I’m glad you came,” she said.
And by how soft her tone was and the way her soft eyes were looking at you, you believed her completely.
The table was set with careful precision. Plates aligned perfectly, chopsticks placed just right, the glasses catching the light. It felt less like a casual dinner and more like something that mattered.
Well to you this definitely did.
Touya pulled your chair out and you paused looking at him. He avoided your eyes, “...Sit.”
You smile a little as you take a seat, “You’re full of surprises tonight.” he pushed your chair while smiling a little.
“Yeah well I don’t want my family to think I’m a complete dick to my girlfriend,” he teases, “Don’t get used to it,”
Fuyumi took the seat beside Rei, immediately reaching to serve food. Natsuo dropped into his chair with a small sigh, stretching his arms before settling. Shoto sat across from you, posture straight, hands resting neatly. Enji sat at the head of the table, obviously.
And Touya was sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed, which helped remind you that he was by your side no matter what. Whether things went south or not which he was anticipating in the back of his mind.
For a moment, no one spoke, just the sound of the soft clink of dishes and the sound of people eating.
“So,” Fuyumi started, as she settled in her seat, she looked at you with pure interest, “what do you like to do?”
The question was simple but the way she asked it made it feel like she genuinely wanted to know. You answered, a little tentative at first, then more naturally as she listened, nodding along, asking follow-ups that made the conversation feel…normal.
Rei joined in gently, asking quieter, more thoughtful ones. Shoto added small comments here and there which were precise but sincere, that made you smile.
Natsuo leaned back, occasionally jumping in, “So you deal with him voluntarily?” he asked at one point, nodding toward Touya.
Touya kicked his leg under the table which got him a glare from his father but Touya being Touya didn’t waiver, “Shut up,”
You laughed softly. “It’s a challenge.”
At some point during that moment, you realized Enji didn’t say anything which made you start to go into a mental spiral of whether your answers weren’t good enough.
“You understand the attention this brings,” was the first thing he actually said that was directed to you. The air shifted immediately and you straightened up without thinking.
His gaze was steady and heavy, “Touya’s speech was good for now but it won’t last long,”
You felt Touya shift beside you moving closer.
“The public scrutiny. The expectations. The consequences. Are you ready to deal with what comes with dating a pro hero,”
You nod confident, “I am,”
“Why?”
The question was quick, Enji didn’t miss a beat especially when it came to his family.
You hesitated for half a second and then reached under the table, your fingers brushing his. His pinky curled around yours, giving you a slight squeeze of reassurance. Even though the contact is small it gives you the same I love you, that’s all that matters. “I’m not with the public, I’m with him. His opinion is all that matters to me,” your answer was short but it meant everything to Touya.
For a moment, the room fell silent. Touya felt your pinky still hooked around his beneath the table, your hand warmer than before. His thumb brushed lightly against yours, the smallest gesture only you could feel.
Enji studied you for several long seconds.
“...I see.”
His voice remained as unreadable as ever, but the intensity behind his gaze eased just enough. “You understand what you’re choosing,” he said. “That’s enough.”
The knot that had been sitting in your chest since you walked through the front door loosened. Beside you, Touya let out a quiet breath through his nose. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding it.
Fuyumi clapped her hands together once, grinning. “Okay! That’s enough serious talk for one night.” She reached across the table toward the serving dishes. “Who wants dessert?”
“Finally,” Natsuo sighed dramatically. “Dad was starting to sound like he was conducting a job interview.”
“I was asking reasonable questions,” Enji replied through gritted teeth.
“You were interrogating her.”
“I was not.”
“You absolutely were.”
Touya snorted, lifting his glass to his lips. “She’s still here by the way,” You couldn’t help but laugh a little.
Rei smiled softly as she stood, carrying a few empty plates toward the kitchen.
“I made red velvet cake,” she said. “Touya used to steal pieces before dinner when he was little.”
Touya nearly choked, “Mom.”
Fuyumi gasped dramatically, whipping her head towards Touya, “I KNEW IT!”
He shrugged meeting her glare, “I was hungry,”
“You ate half the cake once!” Natsuo pointed accusingly.
“It wasn’t half.”
“It was definitely half.”
“I was a growing kid.”
“You were sixteen.”
“I was still growing.”
“...He still steals food.” Shoto quietly added.
“I do not.”
“You took one of my soba bowls the other day.”
Touya waves his hand towards him, “I was taste-testing.”
“The entire bowl?”
Touya rubbed a hand over his face leaning towards you, “Why’d I bring you here again?”
That brought a laugh out of you--a real one. Because surprisingly, you found yourself comfortable here. The nervousness that had followed you all week slowly melted away, replaced by something warmer.
You caught Rei watching everyone with the softest smile. When your eyes met, she smiled at you too. It felt…welcoming.
Dinner lingered well past sunset. Conversations drifted from funny childhood stories to favorite foods, embarrassing memories and Fuyumi insisting on showing you every family photo album she could find (behind Touya’s back of course).
By the time the dishes had been washed and the laughter finally settled, the house felt far less intimidating than it had only a few hours earlier.
Deep into the evening, Touya steps outside onto his backyard, the grass had been recently mowed thankfully so the stems weren’t itching his ankles. The air was warm with a slight breeze to it as the night was approaching minute by minute.
The evening's events replay in his head, he chuckles to himself thinking about how worried you were at first. Thinking his family wouldn’t like you or some nonsense like that, turns out you fit right in.
He hears the back door open softly making him turn his head only to see you awkwardly lurking, he lets out a breathy laugh holding his hand out to you as a gesture for you to join him. “Hi baby, is it just you?”
You nod, walking over and taking his hand letting him drag you closer to him. He settles you in front of him, your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder breathing in your scent. The warmth of his breath hits your neck making you feel tingly inside.
He looks up at your relaxed expression, contrasting your tense one from earlier. He rubs your sides with his hands, “My family didn’t scare you off, did they?”
You immediately shake your head, “No, no nothing like that,” you laugh, “They surprised me actually,”
He snickers, “Yeah? How so?”
“I didn’t expect them to be so…” you trail off looking for the right words. “So accepting I guess? I thought I’d have to pass some written test to be able to step into the house,” He laughs at the insanity of that, the sound against your ear makes you smile bigger. “I’m serious! Just the front of the house was insanely intimidating!”
He comes back down from his laughing, catching his breath “Should’ve trusted me when I told you there was nothing to worry about,” he presses a kiss to your cheek “And you did great by the way,”
He means it with all his heart too, the feeling he felt when watching you interact with his family like how you did was something nothing and no one else could recreate it. He knew that you were the one for him, but in that moment it truly sank in that he wanted nothing more than to be by your side forever.
“Did you used to come out here a lot?” You ask, curious about what his childhood was like. He never talks about it much, it consists mainly of training and a little bit of resentment. “It’s really pretty,”
The question threw him off guard, he was too busy thinking about how perfect you are here in his old house being held in his arms. “Yeah, just to think or secretly smoke,” he mutters thinking about how despite his loudmouthed nature, he finds comfort in the quiet. It gives him a break from everything.
You give a breathy laugh at that, imagining a rebellious teenage Touya absolutely done with everything taking a smoke break. “Yeah I can imagine that,”
He scrunches his eyebrows, giving your waist a slight squeeze, "What's that supposed to mean?” He's not offended, just mildly confused which makes you giggle.
“I can imagine you being all ‘cliche rebellious teenager’, yet I think it’s cute how you look at the sky in your free time,”
He scoffs, the tips of his ears turning pink, “Yeah, yeah laugh it up. Don’t expect me to start spouting shit about stars or something,” he mutters against the side of your head making you laugh a little harder.
“Speaking of childhood, your mom showed me the family album,” You bite your tongue holding back a laugh when you feel Touya tense up behind you.
Baby photos. Oh hell no.
“You were such a cute kid!” You squeal, gushing over all the baby photos you saw. When he was born, one of him was fed by his mom, another of him riding a bike, taking a bath, playing with his siblings but your favorite definitely had to be…
“My favorite was the one of you eating soba,” you chuckled as you thought of the photo. Little baby Touya with soba shoved in his mouth, the sauce coating his cute chubby cheeks. “You really were a soba addict from day one huh?”
“It’s undeniably the best,” he pressed his lips against your shoulder making his words muffled. He was half hiding himself out of embarrassment, which made you laugh some more.
You take your pointer finger and gently boop his nose, “Aww poor you, don't be so embarrassed,” you continue teasing him, the blush spread down to his cheeks. This was one of the rare times when Touya was the one getting flustered and not you.
He narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, yeah keep laughing I dare you.”
“I will.”
“You’re awfully brave for someone standing in my arms.”
“Oh yeah, what are you gonna do while we’re outside your parents place?”
He lets out a low chuckle, “Oh sweetheart, it’s cute that you think I care,” his mouth brushes your ear, “...you really wanna find out? I’d be more than happy to show you,” you can feel his sultry smile against your ear.
You giggle, pink dusting your cheeks. “You looked adorable.”
He rolls his eyes, “I looked ridiculous.”
“You looked adorable!”
“You still have those pictures memorized?”
“Every single one.” A victorious smile takes over your face as he groans dramatically, letting his forehead fall against your shoulder.
“Traitor.”
“Your own mother showed me.”
“She betrayed me.”
“She loves you.”
He clicked his tongue, “Don’t encourage her.”
“On the contrary, I might have her forward those photos to me,” You tease.
His smirk turned wicked, voice deepened making you get this warm feeling in the bottom of your stomach “Oh yeah?” He starts to peck kisses to the side of your neck, whilst tickling your sides making your laugh boom across the air.
“Wait! Mercy--mercy!” you breathe in between laughs as he continues to tickle you, he laughs at the sound of your joy.
“Hell no, you started this!”
From the inside, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shoto have their faces pressed against the window watching the scene from inside the house. Endeavor and Rei cleaning up the kitchen, discussing with each other.
“I’ve never seen this side of him,” Natsuo admires the way Touya cares for you, how he’s the one putting that huge smile on your face, how you’re bringing out a different side of him. “She really is different,”
“I know!” Fuyumi squeals, her cheeks hurting from how big she’s smiling, “It’s like he’s a whole new person,”
Shoto watches the scene, the corner of his lips turning up at his siblings' commentary and how playful Touya is being. He also knows that if Touya did catch them peeping, he’d beat all of their asses.
“Do you think we should be stalking like this? It feels like intruding,” he quietly comments looking at his siblings.
“Shhhh” Fuyumi and Natsuo simultaneously shut him up.
Rei laughs at her children’s antics, Endeavor grunts in response. “She’s a sweet girl,” Rei states whilst washing the dishes, the soap suds clinging onto her hands.
“Hmph, still can’t believe he hid it from us though,” Endeavor mumbles offendedly, he wants to be more involved in his son's life, “We had to find out through the damn media,”
Rei sighs, she can’t but also feels a little disappointed by their son's secrecy. He’s the eldest, their firstborn. “He’s always been to himself, never truly let any of us in. But, with her he’s different. I can tell. He feels comfortable showing her all sides of him,” Rei smiles thinking about how protective he was over you earlier, how his eyes never left you making sure you were okay.
Endeavor notices Rei’s soft expression, making him relax as well. “I see.” is all he says. He seems to also take a liking to your sweet, understanding nature. How you were able to cool Touya off with just a simple touch. He knows you’re exactly what his son needs. Someone understanding and kind.
Touya had a rough childhood, and Endeavor definitely didn’t help with that. Touya inherited Endeavor’s stubbornness and would always push himself to be the best. He never let himself get too close to anyone, thinking that they would distract him from his long-term goal. The fact that you were able to push past his walls tells him there’s something about you that’s worth approving.
“I hope they get married!” Fuyumi squeals from down the hall, it’s clear as day his siblings like you, especially Fuyumi. Natsuo lightly smacks the back of her head, “Hey!”
“Cool it, it’ll happen when it happens,” But Natsuo can’t help but hope for the same thing.
Oblivious to the commentary inside, you’re still laughing trying to escape Touya’s tickling frenzy. Touya holds you close, not letting you squirm. The night time air has gotten colder, but neither of you notice. Even if you did, Touya’s heat can keep the two of you warm.
“When we get home I have a surprise for you,” his lips were pressed to your ear, his tone dark and suggestive as if it’s a secret only between the two of you.
Yeah, family dinner wasn’t too bad.
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content: bakugo katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shoto x gn!reader 𖦹 fluff, established relationship, use of pet names, occasional swearing
a/n: couldn't choose a character so here we are
𝜗ৎ BAKUGO KATSUKI
Taking care of a sick Katsuki is actually way easier than anyone would think. It only takes one cold to turn your loud and brash boyfriend into something akin to a docile puppy— quiet, obedient and generally more manageable than his typical explosive self could ever be.
For someone like Katsuki— that thrives on being strong and powerful in every aspect of his life— being forced to stay put is straight up torture. It annoys him to death, but he also knows that, the longer he spends denying himself rest and cure, the longer he's stuck at home in his weakened state.
This means that, for the sake of reaching his top form as fast as he can, he begrudgingly accepts your help— although, of course, not without a normal dose of complaining. After all, it wouldn't be Katsuki otherwise.
"It's been six hours, you should take your medicine again," you say quietly as you step into the dark bedroom. Katsuki has been cooped up in here since morning, claiming that lights and loud noises were making the pounding in his head worse and accentuated the nauseous sensation in the back of his throat.
"Don't tell me what to do," he grumbles from under the covers, only blonde spikes peeking out from the cocoon of blankets he's wrapped in. You snort and shake your head, making your way towards him. The mattress dip under your weight and Katsuki pulls his head out to look at you— and it really is a sight to behold.
His cheeks are flushed, a pretty pink adorning his pale skin. His usually vibrant eyes look hazy, gaze unfocused as he blinks blearily at you, as if trying to focus his sight. His eyebrows are furrowed, lips tugged into a frown and face settled into a scowl that doesn't look nearly as intimidating as he probably wishes.
You have to admit, he actually looks kind of cute— but, for obvious reasons, you’ll keep the thought to yourself for now.
"How are you feeling?" you ask, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature. Katsuki grunts softly, but you catch the way he subtly leans into your touch, seeking the coolness it provides.
"Like shit," he responds gruffly, his voice low and husky.
You hum in understanding and cast him a sympathetic look, moving your hand to cup his face and stroke his cheek with your thumb. A soft exhale slips past his lips and his eyes fall closed as he tilts his face to the side, pressing more firmly against your palm.
"Stop looking at me like that," he murmurs.
"Like what?" you ask, confused. "You can't even see me."
"I don't have to, I know you," Katsuki responds promptly, not bothering to open his eyes yet. "You're probably looking all worried and shit, I can tell. Don't you dare start patronising me now."
You roll your eyes and shake your head. "I'm not patronising you, I'm just taking care of you," you correct him. "And on that note, you should really take your medicine again."
"I'll take it later," he replies, dismissively waving his hand around.
Before you can protest, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to lie down beside him. His body is hot against your side, legs immediately tangling loosely together underneath the sheets. His hand curls around the dip of your waist, keeping you close as he rests his head on your shoulder.
"Katsuki?"
"Mh," he hums softly, nuzzling into your collarbone. His hand slips underneath your shirt, making contact with the bare skin of your stomach. "Shut up or you'll make my headache worse."
"You know, there's an easier way to stop your headache," you remind him sarcastically— tho you don't try to push him off you. You shift underneath him to make yourself more comfortable and raise your hand to the back of his head, gently carding your fingers through his hair.
"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya," he sighs, moving until he’s almost completely draped over you, with his head pillowed on your chest. A pleased sound rumbles in his throat as your nails sweetly scratch his scalp, making him melt into you.
“Just… give me a few minutes here, then I'll take that damn pill."
𝜗ৎ MIDORIYA IZUKU
When it comes to Izuku, the hard part isn't taking care of him—it's getting him to admit he's sick in the first place. His self sacrificing and people pleasing tendencies have been a part of him since he was a kid, so it's no surprise that his own health comes last in his list of priorities, far behind teaching, hero work and, obviously, you.
The main reason why he won't admit he's under the weather is because he feels like he can't take a step back without disappointing someone. If he's sick, he's forcing you to take care of the house— and him— all by yourself, he's leaving his students unattended and he's not out there to help out if something happens. He'd gladly kneel over before letting any of those things happen.
"Sweetheart, I already told you I'm fine," Izuku sighs, repeating himself for the umpteenth time— although, it's still not enough for you to believe him. After years of dating, you pride yourself in knowing how your boyfriend's feeling with just a look and what you're seeing clearly doesn't scream "fine". He's been sitting at the kitchen table for about half an hour, eyes fixed on the report on his computer. Every now and then, you catch him grimacing and rubbing his temples or his forehead, which lets you know that the "little headache" he insist he has is probably not as insignificant as he made it sound.
"You don't look fine to me, baby," you respond, eyeing him from the seat across from him. Despite never straying away from the screen, his eyes look unfocused and glassy, with that typical shine of illness in them. You get up to check on him, but as you do, your chair scrapes across the floor and you see Izuku wincing and holding the side of his head, then quickly scrambling to act like nothing happened.
"I promise I'm fine, I'm just tired."
Again, you don't buy it for a second. You ignore his excuse and reach for the thermometer to check his temperature. As he clocks what you're about to do, Izuku visibly grows more agitated.
"Ah, baby, there's no need for that," Izuku laughs nervously, plastering a smile on his face— tho it looks far too tight for it to seem genuine. "I'm-"
"Fine, yes. So you've told me," you interrupt him, cocking your head to the side. "Which means you have nothing to worry about. I'm sure your temperature will be fine, but better safe than sorry, right?"
You grin in satisfaction as you see him worrying his lower lip, clearly looking for an excuse not to let you take his temperature but coming up short. He battles with himself for a few moments, before his shoulders deflate and he sighs in defeat. He leans back in his chair and parts his lips, just enough for you to slide the thermometer under his tongue.
You wait for a few seconds before pulling it out and reading the result. "Alright, you definitely have a fever," you comment, shaking your head. Of course you knew he had a fever, you're just shocked he was willing to suffer from it rather than just admitting it.
You glare at him and Izuku has at least the decency to look sheepish. "I swear it isn't that bad..." You raise an eyebrow at him and he sighs. "Okay, fine. It is bad, my head is pounding, but I wanted to finish this report. And I'm almost done, I only need-"
"What you need is medicine and some sleep," you interject firmly, but with a touch of gentleness in your tone. You reach over to close the report page on his computer, earning an halfhearted whine of protest from Izuku— tho he doesn't try to stop you. He doesn't fight you when you brush his curl away from his forehead— he lets out a sigh of relief that you assume is from the contrast between your cold fingers and his scorching hot skin and melts into you, until his face is buried into your stomach.
“Fine, fine," he relents, voice weak. His arms come to wrap around the top of your thighs in a loose embrace— probably because he doesn't have enough strength for a tighter one. "You coming with me?”
“If you want me to," you murmur, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Of course I do. I can't sleep without my favourite pillow," he says softly, nuzzling into your stomach like a cat.
“Very romantic," you reply sarcastically, earning a chuckle and a light squeeze from your boyfriend. “Come on, let’s get you rested up.”
𝜗ৎ TODOROKI SHOTO
Everyone in your inner circle knows that Shoto is touch starved. His clinginess towards you has always been the object of undeterred teasing whenever the two of you went out— his attention never wanders far from you for too long and there's always a point of touch between you, let it be a hand on your thigh underneath the table or his arm resting on the back of your chair.
What most people don't know, however, is that his clinginess gets ten times worse when he's sick— maybe even more. All of a sudden, you can’t move to another room without hearing a pair of extra steps immediately trailing after you.
“Sho, baby, I told you to stay in bed,” you sigh softly, feeling a familiar weight draped over your back. Shoto’s arms wrap around your waist from behind like vines, holding you close to his chest as if to merge your bodies together.
He whines softly against your neck, aggressively nuzzling his face into your shoulder. “You abandoned me,” he murmurs, and you can clearly hear the pout in his voice.
You chuckle softly and shake your head at the accusations. “I didn’t abandon you. I told you to wait for me while I made you some soup,” you reply, nodding at the simmering pot on the stove— the one that’s been heating up for barely five minutes before Shoto came looking for you.
Shoto spares it nothing but a fleeting glance before burying his face back in the juncture between your neck and your shoulder. “Still left me alone,” he protests. “I don’t need soup, I only need you.”
You’re thankful he can’t see the blush adorning your cheeks or the way your lips curl into a little grin at his words. Despite the years spent together, Shoto’s bluntness still catches you off guard at times— in the best way possible, of course.
“As sweet as that is, you need to get some food in your stomach,” you remind him softly, raising your hand to lightly caress his knuckles. Shoto lets you at first, then flexes his fingers to intertwine them through yours, holding your hand over your stomach.
“Okay,” he says softly, his voice raspy as a result of the cold he’s still suffering from. “But can we go back to bed later? I felt better when we were cuddling.”
“Sure we can,” you reassure him. “I just need to quickly swing by the pharmacy-“
“No.”
You knew this was going to happen. You sigh and shake your head. “Shoto, we’re out of cough syrup and medicine for your cold. I need to go buy some.”
“Why are you so eager to leave me?” Shoto whines softly, letting you know he’s beginning to sulk again— if he ever stopped in the first place, that is. “Just get it delivered or call someone to bring it here.”
“Shoto-“
“I’m sick,” he interrupts you. “You shouldn’t leave a sick person alone. What if something happens?”
“Baby, you have a cold. You’re not dying.” As you speak, Shoto raises his head from your shoulder to give you a look— and it’d be a lie to say your heart doesn’t skips a beat at the cute sight he makes. The tip of his nose is red and his cheeks are flushed, while his eyes are wide and pleading as he looks up at you.
"Please?" he whispers, in a voice so soft it tugs at your heartstrings— you know he's doing it on purpose, the damn manipulator. "Stay with me..."
Your resolve crumbles and you can only exhale and nod your head. Pleased with your acceptance, Shoto buries his head back in your neck and you feel a smile pressed against your skin. "Thank you. You're the best."
Idia may be tall and lanky, but he won’t ever refuse an offer to curl up on your chest and be held. Especially after a tiring day.
Maybe it was too many people staring. Maybe it was a side quest that took too much social battery. You don’t need to know. As he tumbles into Ramshackle unexpectedly, you look up at him from the couch and open your arms for him.
Like it’s the most natural thing ever, he plops down on top of you, burying his head into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. You rub his back and stroke his hair, smiling a little at his rare vulnerability.
Idia doesn’t say anything for a moment, but then sputters a muffled apology about how he should’ve asked to stop by first and now he’s invading your space. You could care less, he wasn’t any of those things, especially not in this moment.
A soft kiss does him some good. He shuts up instantly, his hair bursting into a bright pink along with his face. Back to his little hiding spot in your shirt he goes, but you can feel his smile against the fabric.
context: The housewarden arrives at Ramshackle to deliver the carefully prepared item he promised Y/N, only to find them asleep in a painfully uncomfortable position.
tags: Reader is Yuu, GN!reader, fluff
a/n: have been hesitating to post this a lot, not really sure why. might edit this later if I find any mistakes. apologies for inactivity! have been quite busy with life, new writings will be coming soon!
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
Riddle walked toward Ramshackle with a neatly organized study guide tucked securely under his arm. He had spent the previous evening meticulously color-coding every section, writing clear explanations, and adding helpful examples — exactly as he had promised Y/N. He couldn’t allow them to fall behind, after all.
He knocked on the door with three firm, precise taps. The door creaked open, revealing a very sleepy Grim rubbing his eyes.
“Ah, good evening, Grim,” Riddle greeted politely, though his posture remained as straight as ever. “Is Y/N available at the current moment? I brought the study guide we discussed.”
“Heya Riddle… nah, they’re dead asleep right now,” Grim yawned, stretching lazily.
Riddle’s expression shifted from polite formality to mild concern. “Asleep? At this hour? They seemed fine earlier today. Did something happen?”
Grim shrugged. “They just knocked out while studying.”
Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That sounds exactly like them. They always push themselves too hard. May I come in? I’d like to check on them myself, if that’s alright.”
“Yeah, sure… just keep it down,” Grim muttered, stepping aside. “If you wake them up and they get angry, it’s your fault, not mine.”
“Of course, I’ll be careful.” Riddle replied, stepping inside with measured grace.
The moment Riddle entered the living room, he stopped short.
Y/N was slumped over the old wooden table, arms folded awkwardly over an open textbook, neck bent at an uncomfortable angle. Ink smudges stained their hand, and their face looked pale with exhaustion. The Ramshackle ghosts hovered nearby, whispering worriedly.
Riddle’s chest tightened with genuine concern. He stood silently for a moment, then moved with quiet efficiency.
“Honestly…” he murmured under his breath. “They never listen when I tell them to take proper breaks.”
He carefully gathered the scattered books and closed the notebooks, stacking them neatly on the corner of the table. He set aside the pens and gently adjusted Y/N’s posture as best he could without lifting them — carefully supporting their head and shoulders to ease the strain on their neck. He pulled a blanket over them, tucking it securely around their shoulders.
Grim watched from the doorway, ears twitching. “You’re really going all out, huh? They’re just sleeping.”
Riddle straightened up, brushing a stray strand of hair from Y/N’s face with careful fingers. “They are pushing themselves far too hard. If they continue like this, they’ll only make themselves ill. Proper rest is essential for academic performance.”
He turned to Grim, voice firm but not unkind. “Grim, if something like this happens again, please inform me immediately instead of letting Y/N push themselves past their limit. Understood? I will not tolerate them neglecting their health.”
Grim crossed his little arms, looking slightly defensive. “Hey, I tried to tell them to take a break! But you know how stubborn they are.”
Riddle sighed. “Yes… I do. That is precisely why I am asking you to contact me next time. I will handle it.”
He gave one last lingering look at their sleeping form, his expression softening with quiet worry. Before leaving, he placed the color-coded study guide on the bedside table where they would see it first thing in the morning.
“Rest well, Y/N,” he whispered. “And please… take better care of yourself.”
With that, Riddle turned and left Ramshackle, the door closing softly behind him.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
Leona trudged toward Ramshackle with an irritated scowl, Y/N’s notebook clutched loosely in one hand. They had been pestering him about it for an entire week, and he was finally done with their whining. He planned to toss the notes at them and leave immediately.
When Grim cracked the door open, Leona didn’t even wait for a greeting.
“Where’s the herbivore?” he grumbled.
Grim rubbed his eyes. “Huh? Leona? What’re YOU doing here?”
“That damn herbivore wouldn’t stop bothering me about their notebook, so I’m here to give it back,” Leona said, waving the notes. “Now move.”
Grim hesitated. “Oh… Y/N’s asleep right now though.”
Leona clicked his tongue but pushed past Grim anyway, stepping inside with a heavy sigh that sounded more tired than annoyed. His emerald eyes scanned the room and immediately landed on them.
They were twisted awkwardly on the bed, half of their upper body hanging off the edge, a textbook slipping from their limp fingers. Their face was tense even in sleep, clearly exhausted.
Leona stopped for a second, staring. Then he shook his head, muttering under his breath, “They overdid it again, huh…”
Without another word, he quietly picked up the fallen books and stacked them neatly on the table. Then, with surprising gentleness for someone so rough around the edges, he slid one arm under their knees and the other behind their back, lifting them easily. He adjusted their position so they were lying properly on the bed and pulled the blanket over them, tucking it around their shoulders.
Grim watched from the doorway, secretly surprised at Leona’s gentleness. Leona flicked him hard on the forehead.
“OWH! What was that for?!”
“Be quiet, you damn furball,” Leona growled lowly. “Watch them properly and make sure they eat something when they wake up. Don’t let them skip meals again.”
Before leaving, Leona paused at the side of the bed. He reached down and gently brushed a few strands of hair away from their forehead, his touch lingering for just a moment, surprisingly tender. Then, without saying anything else, he turned and left Ramshackle, hands shoved back into his pockets, tail flicking behind him.
AZUL ASHENGROTTO Azul comes to Ramshackle to deliver a custom set of practice problems he created for Y/N after hearing they were struggling with a specific subject.
Grim opens the door and Azul greets him with his usual charismatic smile.
“Good evening Grim. I’ve prepared a tailored set of practice problems for Y/N, given their recent difficulties with that particular subject. I came to deliver it personally. Are they available at the moment?”
“Oh yeah, Y/N told me about that. But Y/N is asleep right now.”
Azul’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise, but his polite smile returned almost instantly. “Asleep? At this hour?” He tilted his head. “May I come in? I won’t take much of their time. I’d simply like to leave these for them.”
Grim hesitated for a second, then shrugged and stepped aside. “Sure, whatever. Just don’t wake them up.”
“Thank you,” Azul said smoothly, stepping inside.
The moment he entered the living room, his steps faltered. Y/N is slumped in a chair, head resting on an open notebook, page covered in erased calculations. There are smudges of pencil on their cheek, and they looked utterly drained. Azul stood still for a long moment, his usual composed mask softening into genuine concern. The ghosts hovered nearby, whispering worriedly.
He quietly collects the papers, aligns them into neat stacks, and places them in order. He carefully removes the pencil from Y/N’s loosened fingers and sets it aside. Then, with surprising tenderness, he removed his own coat and draped it over their shoulders to keep them warm.
One of the ghosts floated closer. “They’ve been like this for hours…”
He stood there for a long moment, simply watching over them. His expression was uncharacteristically soft. Before leaving, he placed the folder of practice problems on the table where they would easily find it.
KALIM AL-ASIM Kalim comes excitedly to invite Y/N to a spontaneous late-evening snack with the Scarabia dorm.
“Huh? Oh—Kalim? What’re you doin’ here at this hour?”
“Hi Grim! I was just about to come looking for you two. Scarabia’s kitchen made way too many late-night snacks again, so I thought—why not invite you and Y/N? It’ll be fun!” “FOOD?! Real Scarabia food?! Spicy, delicious, perfectly seasoned—” he practically drools. “Count me in! Lemme grab—”
But then Grim suddenly freezes, ears twitching with annoyance.
“I can’t. Y/N’s asleep.” “Eh? Asleep already?” Kalim leans slightly to peek past the doorway. “It’s not even that late… Is everything okay? Were they tired?” “They knocked out while studyin’. One second they were writin’, next second—” he mimics a dramatic face-plant into imaginary books with his paws. “Boom. Out cold.”
Kalim’s cheerful expression softens with concern.
“Oh no… They must’ve really overworked themselves again. Can I come in? Just to check on them? I won’t wake them up, promise!” “Eh, yeah, sure… Just keep your voice down! If you wake them up and they get cranky, it’s YOUR fault, not mine.” Grim crosses his little arms. “Thank you, Grim. And don’t worry, I’ll be super quiet. I just want to make sure they’re okay.” Kalim steps inside with the softest footsteps imaginable, even the ghosts peek from behind a wall, waving politely at him. When he walks into the room and sees Y/N curled uncomfortably with books spread around them, Kalim’s entire expression melts into worry. He quietly tiptoes around them, picking up every notebook and stacking them so Y/N is not surrounded by clutter. He takes a random blanket from the couch and gently covers Y/N with it. Grim, who was watching nearby, awkwardly whispered.
“...So, uh… the food—does it, uh, keep? I mean, just in case I still wanna go later?”
Kalim, trying his best not to laugh, replies. “Of course. I’ll make sure there’s a plate set aside for you. A big one!” “Now THAT’S what I like to hear!”
Kalim smiles at Grim, then returns his gaze at Y/N once again. “….They really pushed themselves today, huh?” “Yeah. They’re hopeless without me.”
Kalim chuckled quietly, eyes warm. “You take really good care of them, Grim. I’m glad they have you.”
Grim puffed out his chest, trying (and failing) to look modest. “Obviously! I’m their great and powerful protector, after all!”
Kalim gave Grim a gentle pat on the head before taking one last look at Y/N, making sure the blanket was secure.
“Sleep well, Y/N,” he whispered. “We’ll have snacks together another night. I’ll make it extra special.”
With that, he slipped out as quietly as he had come — already planning a much bigger, much cozier late-night snack session for when you were feeling better.
VIL SCHOENHEIT Vil comes to deliver special skincare items Y/N left behind after their last visit, along with a few new ones he chose for them. “Ugh… that knock sounds fancy. Must be him.” Grim opens the door. “Oh. Yep. Vil.” “Good evening, Grim. I trust you’re keeping the place… as presentable as Ramshackle allows.” “H-hey! I’ll have you know it’s way cleaner than before! …Mostly.” he huffs. “So, uh, what brings you here? Don’t tell me the wind blew your highness off course.” “I came because Y/N left several skincare items behind during their last visit.” He lifts a neatly packed box. “I’ve brought those, along with a few additional products I selected for them. They’ll help with the dryness caused by this old building.” “Oh. Right. Well… Y/N’s asleep.” “Asleep? At this hour?” He raises an eyebrow, suspicion creeping in. “They weren’t looking this tired earlier. Did something happen?” “They just knocked out. Studying and stuff. You know how they get.” “Mm. That sounds like them.” he softly sighs. “In any case, may I come in? I’d rather not leave these products in your guardianship.” “HEY! I can take care of things! …But fine, fine. Come in. Just don’t go waking them up. They get grumpy when they’re half-asleep.” “Please. I have more self-control than that.” The moment Vil stepped inside and saw Y/N, all traces of judgment vanished from his expression.
They were slumped over the old wooden table, surrounded by open books and notes, neck bent at an awful angle, shoulders tight with exhaustion.
Vil’s gaze softened with deep concern. Without a word, he set the box down and moved to their side. He carefully cleared the books away, removed the hair tie that was pulling too tightly at the back of their head, and slowly adjusted their posture so they were no longer in such a painful position.
He then took out a hydrating balm and carefully applied it to their lips, his touch feather-light. The ghosts hovered nearby, quietly explaining how long they had been like this. Vil listened in silence, already mentally planning exactly how he would scold them tomorrow for neglecting their health. Before leaving, he brushed his fingers tenderly against their cheek, voice barely above a whisper.
“You need to take better care of yourself, spudling,” he murmured. “Beauty starts with rest. I won’t allow you to ruin that gorgeous skin of yours.”
He straightened up, gave Grim one last pointed look, and slipped out into the evening, the faint scent of his expensive cologne lingering behind him.
IDIA SHROUD Idia comes to Ramshackle because Ortho convinced him to bring over a USB of upgraded study resources Y/N asked for.
A hesitant knock… then a second, lighter one. Grim drags himself to the door. “Ugh, who’s bothering me now…?” He opens the door and deadpans. “Oh. It’s you two.” “Hello, Grim! I hope we’re not intruding. My brother has something to deliver!” Ortho chirps with usual enthusiasm.
Idia, standing half-hidden behind Ortho, hoodie up, hair dimmer than usual. “D-Don’t say it like that. It sounds like a delivery quest from a low-level NPC…” “So what’re ya here for? I don’t remember ordering anything.” “It’s for Y/N! They asked for upgraded study resources, remember? My brother compiled everything into a USB and optimized the program for their computer!”
Idia awkwardly hands over the small USB drive box. “I— uh— yeah. It’s all in there. Custom algorithms, auto-hints, difficulty scaling… basically cheat codes for studying. S-So, um… is Y/N inside?” “Oh! Yeah, they’re here but… they’re asleep. Like, totally knocked out.” “As— asleep? Right now?” Idia shifts nervously, glancing down the hall. “Uh, that’s… that’s fine. We can just leave this and go. Right? That’s good enough, right? Let’s go, Ortho-“ “Wait! But we came all the way out here. We should check on them! Y/N overworked themselves last week, so their fatigue levels might still be high.” “O-Ortho please don’t say ‘fatigue levels’ out loud like they’re a stat bar…” “They’re not sick. They’re just conked out from studying. Again.” “Then we should make sure they’re sleeping safely. Idia, you want to, right?”
Idia’s face turns pink, eyes darting everywhere. “W-Wha— I— that’s— I didn’t say that— That’s a weird assumption flag— I’m not— but—” he sighs in defeat. “…Fine. But only because you’ll bug me about it forever.” Grim opens the door wider.
“Then come in. Just don’t wake ‘em.”
Ortho floats ahead like an excited drone. Idia tiptoes like someone avoiding landmines.
He steps inside reluctantly after Grim lets them in, expecting a short visit. When he sees Y/N collapsed over their desk, asleep with a notebook stuck to their cheek, his throat tightens.
“They’re right over—” “Oh no…” “What— oh.” Idia’s hair flickers with visible stress.
Y/N is asleep at their desk — ink smudged on their hand, cheek pressed to an open notebook, head bent at an awful angle. Books surround them in messy heaps. The ghosts hover overhead, fretting silently.
Idia covering his mouth, horrified. “T-That posture is a debuff waiting to happen. That’s like +50 neck strain, +30 back pain, and guaranteed status ailment: morning regret.” steps closer despite himself. “Why do they do this…? This is like the worst way to AFK.” “They must have worked really hard. Their vitals look stable, though! That’s good.” Ortho adds with relief. “Yeah… Stable is good.” “They do this all the time. Studying until they face-plant. It’s their thing.” “That’s not a ‘thing,’ Grim-shi. That’s a self-destructive player habit.” Idia mumbles with a mix of exasperation and fondness.
Idia moves closer. He crouches, very slowly, as if approaching a rare creature.
Idia’s voice barely above a whisper. “Y/N… You’re gonna respawn with a headache if you keep this up.” “You’re not waking them, right?” “No! I’m not insane. I don’t want to trigger a jump-scare event.”
“We should make them more comfortable! Should I lift them onto the bed?” Ortho exclaims cheerfully, but quietly. Idia waves his arms in panic. “NO— no no no— absolutely not. That’s… too much. That’s like… a death flag for me.” “Then what do you wanna do?” After a moment, he carefully slides a book out from under Y/N’s arm so their head isn’t pressing into a sharp corner. “There. Micro-adjustment. Stealth buff.” “You’re really gentle with them, Nii-san.” Ortho quietly adds.
Idia blushes at Ortho’s words, then, he places the USB near Y/N’s hand. “When they wake up, tell them this updates automatically and to plug it in before they start studying again. It boosts efficiency… and keeps them from staying up all night.” “I’ll tell ‘em.” Grim nods. Ortho smiles. “Thank you for letting us in, Grim!” “Yeah yeah. You two aren’t so bad.”
Idia immediately heads for the door. “Okaygreatwe’regoingbye—” “Nii-san! Slow down! That’s rude!”
MALLEUS DRACONIA Malleus comes simply because he wished to visit Y/N, as he does often, bringing them a small trinket from Briar Valley. It was nothing extravagant — just a tiny dragon figurine that glowed faintly when touched — but he had thought of Y/N the moment he saw it and wanted to give it to them in person.
He raised his hand and knocked gently on the old wooden door. The door creaked open a moment later, revealing a sleepy Grim rubbing his eyes.
“Nyah…? Oh, it’s you, Malleus,” Grim yawned. “Y/N’s already asleep. They crashed hard after studying all day. Come back tomorrow or something.”
Malleus tilted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I see. However, I would still like to see them, if only for a moment.”
Before Grim could protest, Malleus had already stepped inside with that effortless grace of his, the chill of night air following him like a cloak. Grim blinked, too tired (and slightly intimidated) to argue as the tall fae prince moved further into the dorm.
Malleus stopped in the living room.
There they were — slumped over the old wooden table, surrounded by open textbooks and scattered notes. Their head rested at an awkward angle on their arm, shoulders tense, brow furrowed even in sleep. The sight made something tighten in Malleus’s chest.
The Ramshackle ghosts hovered nearby, looking helpless.
Malleus gave them a small, understanding nod before approaching them quietly. Without hesitation, he slid one arm beneath Y/N’s knees and the other behind their back, lifting them as though they weighed nothing at all. They stirred slightly but didn’t wake, only letting out a tired sigh as he carried them to their bed.
He laid them down with utmost care, adjusting the pillows and pulling the blanket over them. His long fingers brushed a strand of hair from their face with surprising gentleness.
“Rest well, Child of Man,” he whispered.
With a soft glow of green magic, he cast a simple spell that eased the tension in their muscles and warded off any nightmares that might disturb their sleep. Then he placed the small silver dragon trinket on the pillow beside their head, where they would see it first thing in the morning.
Malleus stood there for a long moment, watching over them with a calm expression. The ancient fae prince, feared by so many, looked almost soft in the dim light.
Grim peeked into the room, ears twitching. “You’re really whipped for them, huh?”
Malleus glanced at the small monster, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Indeed. They are very precious to me.”
He turned back to Grim, lowering his voice. “If they wake and need anything at all — no matter the hour — summon me immediately. I will come.”
Grim nodded, unusually quiet. “Yeah, yeah… I got it.”
Malleus gave one last lingering look at their sleeping form before silently disappearing.
The room is noisy in that unique way that only a girls' night out can be—soft music playing, snacks strewn about, one girl braiding the hair of another. The summer heat still lingers on your skin from the whole day spent outside, but the air conditioning is humming quietly while you all lie sprawled out on beds and the floor.
The chatter begins innocently. Crushes, then relationships, then the details.
“Okay but—” Mina flops onto her stomach, kicking her feet in the air, eyes locking onto you with a grin that’s way too knowing. “I need to understand something.”
You already know where this is going.
She props her chin in her hands. “What is so good about Bakugou?”
The room goes quiet for half a second, and then explodes.
“Right?!” Asui’s voice echoes faintly from the other room.
“He’s so mean!” Hagakure adds.
“He is intense, but I can imagine he’s different when you get close to him,” Yaoyorozu corrects politely, though she looks just as curious.
All eyes land on you.
You roll your eyes, grabbing a chip just to give yourself a second. “You guys don’t know him like I do.”
Mina narrows her eyes. “That’s exactly why I’m asking.”
And for a moment, you don’t answer.
Because yeah—on the outside? They’re not wrong.
You think about the first time he snapped at you during training, his sharp words, harsh tone, not even looking at you when he walked off. You remember standing there, embarrassed, annoyed and a little hurt.
You’d ignored him the rest of the day.
Until later.
Until he showed up at your door that night, he didn’t knock, he just stood there when you opened it, arms crossed, jaw tight.
“…You were off your game,” he muttered.
You’d stared at him. “Wow. That’s a great apology.”
His scowl deepened. “That wasn’t—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. Then, quieter, rougher, “I pushed you too hard.”
That had surprised you more than anything.
Bakugou didn’t say sorry easily. Even after all these years together he didn’t say it cleanly. But he’d stood there anyway, awkward and stubborn, refusing to leave until you let him in.
And then he stayed in your dorm, he didn’t say much. Except the large arms wrapped around you spoke larger volumes.
You blink back to the present, realizing everyone’s still waiting.
Mina waves a hand in front of your face, smirking. “Helloooo? You just zoned out thinking about him, didn’t you?”
A few giggles ripple through the room.
You sigh, but there’s a small smile tugging at your lips now.
“He’s…a lot that’s for sure” you admit.
“Understatement of the year,” Jirou mutters.
“But,” you continue, sitting up a little straighter, “he always makes it right.”
They quiet down again.
You think about another time, when he forgot something important. A date, the day of your first date to be more specific. Not even a big one, just something that mattered to you. You hadn’t told him, but you’d hoped he’d remember.
He didn’t.
It was the silent treatment for him yet again.
But the next morning? He cornered you before class, clearly already irritated—at himself, not you.
“…I screwed up.”
No excuses, and certainly no deflecting. That wasn’t his style.
Then, later that week, he dragged you out—complaining the whole time—only for it to turn into something ridiculously thought out. Your favorite food, your favorite spot, things you’d mentioned once in passing.
The whole day revolved around you, he bought everything you wanted, despite your protests. And he even managed to smile.
He remembered, just a day late.
“…He messes up sometimes,” you say now, softer. “A lot, actually.”
Mina raises a brow like exactly.
“But he never half-asses fixing it, we all know that about him,” you add. “If he thinks he hurt me, he goes overboard trying to make it up.”
There’s a pause.
You glance down at your hands, then shrug lightly. “He doesn’t do things the normal way. But he cares. A lot.”
“Like, scary a lot,” you mumble under your breath.
Jirou snorts.
Yaoyorozu hums thoughtfully. “That does sound like him, in a way.”
Hagakure leans forward. “Okay but like, does he ever say anything nice??”
You hesitate.
Then you huff out a quiet laugh.
“Not really,” you admit. “At least not like you’d expect.”
Mina groans dramatically. “Girl—”
“But,” you cut in, “he shows it.”
And you don’t say more than that.
You don’t mention the way he always walks slightly behind you or beside you in crowded places, always making sure you’re in his line of sight. Always aligning his body to slightly shield you whenever you stop to look at something.
Or how he memorized your schedule without telling you.
Or how his hand always finds yours when no one’s looking.
Across the room, Mina studies you for a second longer then slowly grins.
“Oh my god,” she says. “You’re so down bad.”
Heat rushes to your face. “Shut up, you asked.”
The room bursts into laughter again, the tension breaking just like that.
But as the noise picks back up, your phone buzzes quietly beside you.
You glance down.
Suki: You ate?
You smile small and automatic.
And type back: Yeah. Did you?
The reply comes almost instantly.
Suki: Don’t worry about me. Just don’t skip meals, idiot.
You roll your eyes, but your chest feels warm.
Yeah.
They don’t get it.
But you do.
—
UA HIGH COMMON ROOMS:
The other common room next door is packed tonight, third years have way more freedom, which apparently means more chaos. Someone’s got music playing, Kaminari’s laughing too loud at something dumb, and Kirishima is in the middle of what looks like a very serious “bro discussion.”
Which quickly turns into everyone ganging up on one person.
“Alright, Bakugou,” Kaminari says, pointing like he’s finally cracked a mystery. “From man to fellow man, enough dodging.”
Across the room, Katsuki Bakugou barely glances up from his drink. “I’m not dodging anything. You’re just annoying.”
“Bro,” Sero cuts in, “you literally have a girlfriend.”
Bakugou’s eyes narrow. “…So?”
“So??” Kaminari practically launches off the couch. “SO—how?!”
Kirishima leans forward, grinning. “C’mon, man, we’re in our last year and half of us are still single. Help us out.”
Bakugou scoffs. “Skill issue.”
“THAT’S NOT ADVICE,” Kaminari yells.
Shouji chuckles. “Seriously though, what did you even do? Like how’d you pull her?”
That gets a reaction.
Bakugou’s glare sharpens instantly. “The hell do you mean ‘pull’?”
“Okay, bad wording—” Shouji starts.
“Yeah, real bad,” Kirishima mutters.
Bakugou clicks his tongue, leaning back like this is already a waste of time. “You idiots act like it’s some game.”
“…Is it not?” Sero asks.
“No,” Bakugou says flatly. “That’s why you keep screwing it up.”
There’s a pause.
Kirishima crosses his arms, still smiling but more thoughtful now. “Alright, then what is it?”
Bakugou doesn’t answer right away.
For a second, his gaze shifts—just slightly—toward the hallway. Or, more accurately the room that the hallway leads to.
Then he looks back, expression settling into something firm.
“…You stop acting like you need one,” he says.
Kaminari blinks. “What?”
“If you’re desperate, it shows,” Bakugou continues. “And it’s annoying as hell.”
Sero groans. “Great. So we’re doomed.”
“Pretty much,” Bakugou mutters.
Kirishima chuckles. “C’mon, there’s gotta be more to it than that.”
Bakugou exhales sharply, like he’s debating whether to even bother.
“…You find someone who can actually keep up,” he says finally. “Not just in fights. In everything.”
“Everything?” Kaminari echoes.
“Yeah. Someone who doesn’t back down every time you push them. Someone who calls you out when you’re being an idiot.”
There’s a beat.
Sero raises a brow. “I know damn well she does that to you.”
Bakugou shoots him a look. “Watch it.”
Kirishima grins wider. “Sounds kinda perfect for you, man.”
Bakugou doesn’t deny it.
Instead, he keeps going, voice a little lower now, but still steady.
“You don’t lie to her. You don’t play games. If you screw up, you fix it.” His jaw tightens slightly. “And you don’t half-ass it.”
Kaminari tilts his head. “…You’ve screwed up before?”
Bakugou glares. “Obviously. I’m not you—I actually learn from it.”
“HEY—”
Sero laughs under his breath. “So what, you just… pay attention and don’t be an idiot?”
“Exactly,” Bakugou says.
They all stare at him.
“…That sounds too simple,” Kaminari says.
“That’s because you overcomplicate everything,” Bakugou snaps. “It’s not about impressing her with stupid crap. It’s about knowing her.”
“Knowing what matters to her,” he adds. “Even the small stuff. That’s all really.”
The room goes still again.
Kirishima’s smile softens a little. “You really like her, huh?”
Bakugou doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah.”
It’s blunt, just like how he normally is. No embarrassment, no hesitation.
Kaminari exhales dramatically. “Man…we’re never catching up. Why do you gotta be so damn good at everything?”
Sero nods. “Yeah, we’re done for.”
Bakugou snorts, standing up and stretching like the conversation’s over. “Damn right you are.”
Kirishima laughs. “At least give us one last tip, man.”
Bakugou glances back at them, already halfway to leaving.
“…Don’t look for someone like mine,” he says.
They perk up instantly.
“Why not?” Kaminari asks.
Bakugou smirks—sharp, a little cocky, but not entirely joking.
“Because you won’t find her,” he says. “There’s only one.”
And with that, he walks off.
The boys sit there in stunned silence for about two seconds.
“HE’S SO GATEKEEPING, LEMME AT HIM!” Mineta shouts.
“BRO DID NOT JUST SAY THAT—”
“NAH, I RESPECT IT,” Kirishima laughs.
But Bakugou’s already gone, hands in his pockets, heading down the hall.
And when he spots you at the far end, leaning against the wall, waiting like you knew he’d show up, his whole expression shifts, just slightly.
“Finally,” he mutters as he reaches you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Took you long enough.”
—
YOUR DORM ROOM:
Your dorm room is quieter than the rest of the floor, soft music playing low, lights dimmed just enough to feel calm after the chaos of the night.
You’re sitting against your headboard, legs stretched out, while Katsuki Bakugou lies across your bed with his head in your lap like it’s the most natural place in the world.
It kind of is for him.
Your fingers move absentmindedly through his blond hair, slow and gentle. For a guy who doesn’t care about his hair, it’s surprisingly soft.
“They’re all idiots.”
You huff a small laugh, not even surprised. “Which ones?”
“All of them,” he mutters instantly.
You smile a little, looking down at him. “That narrows it down.”
He cracks one eye open to glare up at you, but there’s no real bite to it. “Don’t play dumb. Your little gossip session was loud as hell.”
“Oh please,” you scoff. “Like yours wasn’t?”
That earns a quiet ‘tch’, but he doesn’t deny it.
There’s a brief pause, your hand still combing through his hair.
“They asked me how to get a girl,” he says flatly.
You blink. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” His lip curls slightly. “Like I’m gonna give them some step-by-step guide or some shit.”
You laugh softly. “What did you say?”
“That they’re screwed.”
“Wow. Helpful.”
“They are,” he insists, shifting just slightly so he’s more comfortable against you. “They keep overthinking everything. Acting like it’s some big strategy.”
You tilt your head. “And you don’t?”
He snorts. “Hell no.”
Your fingers pause for a second before continuing. “The girls asked me about you.”
That gets his attention.
Both eyes open now, sharp red flicking up to meet yours. “Yeah?”
You hum. “Mina wanted to know what’s ‘so good’ about you.”
His brows knit together immediately. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”
You grin. “Her words, not mine.”
He clicks his tongue, looking away again. “Extras don’t know what they’re talking about.”
“Mm,” you murmur. “That’s what I said too. Of course minus the extra.”
There’s a small silence after that, comfortable, warm.
Then he speaks again, quieter this time.
“…They don’t get it.”
You look down at him, softer now. “No. They don’t.”
Your hand slows in his hair, tracing lightly along his scalp, and he exhales, barely noticeable, but you feel it.
“They think it’s about saying the right crap,” he continues. “Or acting a certain way.”
You nod faintly. “The girls said something similar.”
“Tch.” His jaw tightens just a little. “It’s not.”
You don’t interrupt this time.
“You just…know,” he says, like it’s obvious. “When it’s right.”
Your chest tightens slightly at that, but you keep your voice light. “Oh yeah? And how’d you figure that out?”
He goes quiet.
For a second, you think he won’t answer.
“You didn’t back down.”
You blink.
He doesn’t look at you, eyes fixed somewhere off to the side, but his voice is steady.
“Everyone else either got pissed off or avoided me,” he mutters. “You didn’t.”
A small smile tugs at your lips.
“You kept up,” he adds. “Called me out when I was being an ass.”
“Which is often,” you tease.
He huffs. “Yeah, yeah.”
Your fingers brush lightly against his temple, softer now.
“And you didn’t treat me like I was too much,” he finishes, quieter than before.
You swallow slightly, your chest warm. “You are a lot, you know.”
His eyes flick back up to you, a faint smirk forming. “Didn’t say I wasn’t.”
You shake your head, smiling.
“They’d never get it,” he mutters again.
You raise a brow. “Wow. Still on that?”
“Yeah,” he says simply. “They’re all looking for something easy.”
“…You’re not easy.”
You snort. “Gee, thanks.”
“Not like that,” he says, annoyed. “I mean you’re not fake. You don’t just go along with shit.”
Your hand stills for a second in his hair. “And I like that,” he adds, quieter.
You smile softly, resuming your gentle motions. “Good. Because I’m not changing.”
“Didn’t ask you to.”
Another comfortable silence settles over the room.
Outside, you can hear faint laughter from the rest of the dorms, but here, it feels like your own little world.
After a minute, you glance down at him again.
“So,” you murmur, teasing, “you really told them they’ll never find someone like me?”
A pause.
Then he scoffs, looking away again, but there’s a hint of something smug there.
“It’s true.”
You laugh quietly, shaking your head.
“Cocky,” you whisper.
“Realistic,” he corrects.
Your fingers slide through his hair one more time, slow and fond.
synopsis: with exams on the way, your boyfriend takes it upon himself to make sure you're still taken care of
tags: university student!reader, soft!katsuki, established relationship, fluff, this is as self indulgent as it can get, use of pet names (babe/baby)
The words on your screen blur together, forming an incoherent jumble of letters that makes absolutely no sense to your tired mind. Your eyes are starting to burn— dry from the countless hours spent in front of your computer— and you feel your legs protesting as well, a certain stiffness spreading from your hips down to your calves.
You reread the same sentence for the third time, but to no avail. Your attention wavers almost immediately and, by the end of the paragraph, you can't remember a single thing you just read. That's how it's been for the past ten minutes— perhaps even more.
You lean back in your chair with a groan, running your hands down your face. Your eyes thank you when you let the heavy lids flutter closed, giving them a few moments of much needed rest. Exhaustion washes over you, but it's not enough to convince you to call it a day yet— not when your exam is only a week away and you still have stuff to look over. The most you can allow yourself is this small breather, and that’s already pushing it.
"You're fucking kidding me."
Your heartbeat pick up as the familiar low timbre reaches your ears. You can already feel some of the tension leaving your body when you open your eyes and see your boyfriend's figure in the doorway, looking fresh out of the shower— dressed in comfortable clothes and with his hair still damp.
"Hi, babe," you greet him warmly, managing a tired smile. "How was your day?"
"Surely more eventful than yours," Katsuki grumbles, frowning at you. "Have you moved at all today? You were already sitting there when I left this morning."
"Of course I did," you lie promptly.
In all response, Katsuki raises a questioning eyebrow at you. "Yeah? When?"
"Uh..." you stammer. "To go to the bathroom?"
“So you got up for five minutes every two hours?”
Unable to defend yourself, you just smile sheepishly at him. Katsuki scoffs and pushes himself away from the doorway, making his way towards you. He moves to stand behind you and rests his hands on your shoulders, activating his quirk to work the tension in your muscles with his warmth. You sigh in contentment, instinctively leaning into his touch.
“Fucking idiot,” he murmurs. “You need to take breaks.”
“I don’t have time for breaks,” you protest, your voice weak with exhaustion. “I need to study.”
“You can’t study if you’re too fucking tired to function, dumbass,” Katsuki retorts gruffly, gently flicking your temple. You whine in annoyance, but he ignores you.
“Tell me you at least ate something.”
"Do coffee and cup noodles count?"
"Geez, you're a mess," Katsuki grimaces, shaking his head. He pats your shoulder and nods towards the door. "Come on, I'll cook us something."
Your mouth waters at the image that pops up in your head. You've always been a sucker for Katsuki's cooking, more so when you had nothing but store bought crap for the whole day. Everything inside you is begging for some real food.
"Sure," you reply, returning your attention to the notes on your screen. "You should get started, I'll join you in-"
Before you can even finish your sentence, strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you from your chair. You squeal as you find yourself thrown over your boyfriend’s shoulder, your fingers curling around the back of his shirt to have something to cling on.
"Katsuki-"
"Nope. Not listening to you," Katsuki interrupts you, adjusting his grip on you so that you have no room for squirming— not like you'd even try to compete against him in terms of physical strength. Even if you struggled, he wouldn't budge, so you might as well give in without exhausting yourself further. “You’re done for today. No more studying.”
You sigh in defeat, letting your head hung down. You feel yourself bounce slightly as Katsuki makes his way out of the room and heads for the kitchen, tho you can tell he's trying to keep you from being jostled too much. A few moments later, he places you down on the counter. You think he'll go for the fridge next, but, instead, he steps in between your parted legs, resting his hands on either side of you. You wait for him to speak or do something, but Katsuki just stares back at you, with raised eyebrows and an expectant look in his eyes.
“What?” You ask.
Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance, but you also see the faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes. He lifts his hand from the counter to pinch your chin in between his fingers, giving your head a light shake. “All that studying really fried your last braincells, huh?” He murmurs tauntingly, the corner of his lips curling in a half smirk. “Aren’t you forgetting something, baby?”
You furrow your eyebrows and think. You don’t feel like you’ve forgotten something, but you wouldn’t be surprised to find out that is the case with how occupied your mind has been lately. Before you can even try to guess what he’s talking about, however, you feel Katsuki’s thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth and it instantly clicks.
You grin up at him, cocking your head to the side as you meet his gaze. “Aw, baby. Are you asking for a kiss?”
You don’t expect the sincere smile that takes its place on his face, nor the gentleness of his hand as it moves to properly cup your cheek. “After not seeing you for ten hours? You fucking bet I am.”
When he moves to lean in, you’re ready to meet him in the middle, hand already at his nape to tug him closer. It starts slow, as nothing more than soft lips caressing each other, but it soon evolves into something deeper. Katsuki's thumb presses gently underneath your mouth, willing your lips to part and allow entrance to his tongue, quick to find yours and entangle it in the intimate dance you both know so well. His free arm slips around your waist, pulling you tight against his front and letting your legs wrap around his waist to mould you two together on the counter.
You can feel your limbs growing heavier in his hold, finally letting go of all the tension coiled in your muscles. You let yourself sink into him, allowing him to be the only thing holding you up. With the warmth of his mouth on yours and the weight of his arm around you, it's easy to let go of the stress, to forget about exams and notes and anything that doesn't involve kissing your boyfriend stupid in the middle of your kitchen.
Katsuki lingers in your space when you pull back, his hand slowly caressing your side while the tip of your noses are still pressed together. “That’s better,” he murmurs, smiling at you. He presses one last kiss to your lips— chaste but purposeful, in a way that makes your chest feel warm— before finally pulling away from you.
“You sleeping?” You peered into Leona’s room to see him lying down, face first into his bed.
“What do you think?” He sarcastically muttered.
You rolled your eyes before making your way in, shutting the door behind you before sitting down on the edge of his bed, watching the mattress dip with your weight.
You absentmindedly twirl the fur at the end of his tail while the two of you sit in silence. He never really minded your touch, even before you two started dating. It was always soft—your touch. Whenever you ruffled his hair, played with the fur at the end of his tail—just as you were doing now. Or played with his ears, although that was something you rarely did before the two of you started dating. You’d been made aware just how sensitive beastmen’s ears were.
“Sleep well?” You looked up from the little patch of fur on his tail that you were distracting yourself messing with to look at his face smushed against his pillow.
“Still tired.”
“Want some company? Or should I let you rest?”
You and him both already knew the answer, there was no point in even asking. No point in responding either. All he did was push himself lightly off the bed, lifting his arm up as a silent gesture to squeeze in there. And you did just that, tucking your face into his chest, taking in his scent.
“Should’ve came earlier,” he sighed against the top of your head.
“I had class. Maybe you should try going to those?” You tease.
“Took that class last year.”
“And failed.”
“Because I wasn’t trying.”
“Maybe try then?”
“Maybe stop talking?” He repeated in the same cadence.
It was all light hearted, really.
Surprisingly, or perhaps not, you’d never really gotten in any fights or disagreements with one another. He had no problem with admitting his own faults with you. Even when he was in the right, he’d let you have that win. He liked seeing you happy. What a softie.
You lifted an arm up to softly pet your boyfriend’s ears. You learned a little trick that always eased his tension, making him all sleepy and cuddly. Even made him purr too—
He nestled his face in closer towards your neck now.
“Feel good?” you cooed.
“Mmm,” he just hummed a response before pulling you in closer towards his body.
God, you loved how warm he was. His body was like a furnace. All the better for cuddling.
“I love you, you know?” his words muffled between your neck and shoulder.”
“Yeah, I know. I love you too.” You hummed, all content-like.
a/n: omg i haven’t written anything for twst in a minute. i’ll do better on that🙂↕️ anyways here a little drabble with Leona. he’s such a cutie i love him actually.
── ✶ before you read: 1.4k words ; gn reader ; established relationship ; very corny cuddling shenanigans ; masterlist.
꒰ commentary ꒱ ✶ i saw a tik tok of a couple's ring camera footage catching a moment like this in the middle of the night (i cannot find it anymore) but it felt rly katsuki coded so here we are
It’s three in the morning, and you’re hot and sweaty, and Katsuki is as heavy as ever. He doesn’t snore any quieter either.
He shuffles closer, half-asleep, as he throws a leg over you, pulling you into his chest. His arms wrap around you like a trap, solid and impossible to pry loose, and then he shoves his face into your neck with a low, sleepy grunt. You blink your eyes open, lips curling into a frown as he goes right back to snoring.
“Babe,” you huff, tapping his arm. He grunts, barely registering your voice. “Kats,” you try again, shoving at him a little harder. “It’s hot—get off.”
“No,” he clicks his teeth, voice rough with sleep. “We’re cuddling.”
“But it’s too hot,” you say exasperatedly.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is,” you snap, pushing at the heavy arm locked around your waist. “Your body heat is cooking me alive—I’m gonna die.”
His mouth twitches into a frown against your neck. “Stop being dramatic.”
“You weigh so much.”
“That’s fuckin’ rude. And I’m not even on you.”
“You are literally on top of half my body!”
He makes a low, irritated sound at your unwillingness to quietly let him have his way. (Heaven forbid, you think, that you choose not to spend your last moments under his crushing weight.) Stubbornly, his leg hooks more firmly over yours when you try to wiggle away, and his arm tightens around your middle.
“Stop moving,” he mutters.
“Move over.”
“No.”
“C’mon,” you whine, huffing tiredly. “Just move over a little.”
“There’s no space.”
You pause at his words in disbelief. Slowly, you lift your head from the pillow, squinting through the dark room. The curtains are cracked just enough to let a thin line of streetlight spill across the bed, pale and silver over the rumpled sheets. The other half of his bed is empty and untouched, just as you suspected.
Of course it is, when he’s abandoned his own side completely and migrated fully into yours.
You turn your head to glare at him as you hiss, “You liar.”
He doesn’t even have the decency to look at you as you catch him in his lie. His eyes are still closed, his face still buried in your neck, and his breathing slow and warm against your skin. “Fuck off,” he mumbles. “We’re cuddling.”
“I can’t sleep like this! You’re completely on my side of the bed—”
“It’s our bed,” he instantly corrects, giving you a grumpy look as he cracks one eye open.
“It won’t be for long,” you snap. “I’m going to leave.”
He waits thirty seconds before smugly humming, “Still here, huh? Knew it.”
“Where else am I meant to be?” you hiss, trying to pry his arm off again. “I’m being held hostage here literally against my will!”
He snorts. The sound is small and half-muffled, but you feel it against your skin, and that somehow irritates you even more because he’s clearly enjoying himself. Even despite being disturbed as he tries to sleep (doesn’t he have an early patrol in the morning?), even despite sweating through the sheets with you (and just how is he surviving this heat so unbothered?), even despite being shoved at and scolded (when will he grow a sense of shame?), Katsuki is still having a good time simply because he’s annoying you.
Your vein all but pops at the smug satisfaction he gets from getting under your skin.
“Katsuki,” you groan, going limp in his hold for one exhausted second. “Please. It’s so hot, and your quirk doesn’t help. Just get off—you’re so stubborn.”
His eyes finally crack open, narrowed and gleaming in the dark. For a moment, he just looks at you—hair messy, expression heavy with sleep, mouth pulled into that signature annoyed little line that it’s always tugged into permanently.
Then he clicks his tongue, offended. “Fine.”
The word is sharp and dramatic, and before you can even feel relieved, he releases you all at once and rolls over onto his back with a huff, taking all of his furnace-like body heat with him. The sudden absence should be a blessing. It is a blessing. You are relieved and can breathe again as cool air slides over your damp skin, and you can finally move freely without his arm compressing your ribs.
But Katsuki, of course, is not done being insufferable.
“So fuckin’ unbelievably rude,” he mutters to himself, purposely loud enough for you to hear clearly. “Always clingy during the day, crawlin’ all over me. Sitting in my lap ‘n stealin’ my food. But when it actually fuckin’ makes sense to cuddle, suddenly it’s a problem.”
You narrow your eyes as you pout, “I am not clingy—and you’re the rude one! It doesn’t make sense to cuddle in this crazy hot weather and die—”
“And if I said that cuddling you would kill me, then you’d send my ass to sleep outside. At least try to hide your fuckin’ double standards.”
“Oh my god,” you whisper to yourself. “He’s impossible.”
“I’m right here, too,” he grumbles flatly, turning to you, mildly offended.
You roll onto your side to face him, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him better. His arms are crossed over his chest now, biceps flexed, jaw set tight as though you’ve wronged him. (For someone who upholds the justice system of this country, you think it’s ironic of him to act that way—especially when he’s spent the last five minutes trying to suffocate you with his weight and body heat.)
You narrow your eyes. “Fine,” you click your teeth. His gaze cuts to you instantly as you throw the sheet off your legs. “You wanna cuddle?”
His eyes narrow suspiciously. “What’re you doing?”
“Exactly what you want,” you say sweetly, already moving. “You wanted to cuddle. So we’re gonna cuddle.”
“You—”
You roll on top of him before he can finish. All of your weight lands squarely against his chest as you sprawl over him, dramatically making a point to make your limbs seem boneless. One leg hooks over his thigh. One arm flops across his face. Your cheek smushes against his shoulder, and you make sure to go as limp as inconveniently possible.
Katsuki grumbles instantly, “Get off.”
“No,” you mumble into his skin. “We’re cuddling.”
His chest rumbles beneath you. “This shit isn’t how you fuckin’ cuddle, you damn idiot.”
You promptly ignore him, lifting your head just enough to shove your face next to his ear. Then you fake snore loudly. It’s an obnoxiously exaggerated replica of his own snoring.
Katsuki cringes before shoving at you (with little conviction). “Knock it off, moron!”
You snore louder, fighting back a giggle. His hand comes up to shove at your shoulder, but there is no real strength behind it. Not enough to move you, even though he easily could. Not enough to mean it, because he clearly doesn’t. His palm just rests there after a second, warm and broad against you, while he turns his face away like that might hide the way his mouth is starting to twitch.
You see it anyway—the small shake of his chest as the laugh he is trying very, very hard not to give you escapes against his will. You grin at the sight and snore again, right into his ear.
“Brat,” he snaps, but it comes out strained as he fights back a chuckle.
“Shhh,” you mumble, patting his cheek with the hand still flung half over his face. “I’m sleeping. You’re ruining our cuddle.”
“You’re ruining my life.”
“You’re the one who asked me out, so it’s your fault.”
“Well, I guess even I make mistakes.”
“So mean!” You gasp, lifting your head as you demand, “You’re saying I’m a mistake?!”
This time, the laugh actually breaks out of him. It is short and boyish, and it’s not something a lot of people witness. But you do—quite often, in fact, and you can’t help but melt at how sweet the sound is. Finally, you give in and properly curl against his chest, relieving him of the uncomfortable position your body is in over his upper half. Your eyes meet his, and you stare for a moment at each other before he looks away to the side.
The tips of his ears are just slightly red, you think—but it’s too dark to tell for sure.
“Just go the fuck back to sleep,” he mutters.
“Sure thing,” you beam as you tuck your face into his neck and fake snore one more time.
Katsuki pinches your side. You laugh into his chest, and this time, when he huffs in annoyance, he does not bother hiding the smile.
cuddling this guy in the middle of summer with that quirk must be miserable. u might as well cuddle a flame
