Spider

Chronic lurker, I have no idea how this side works bear with me pls

[itstybitsywriter]

Call me Spider | Any prns | INTP | 9teen

#1 Ochaco Uraraka defender | #1 autistic Shoto Todoroki claimer

Masterlist

Tags will go here one day...

I will do my best to write for pretty much any character if you request it, even if I don't know much about them!

Stuff I like:

Anime: MHA, HxH, OHSHC, Saiki K, Black Butler...I need to up my anime game damn

Shows: Yellowjackets, Arcane, SPOP, Hazbin Hotel (unfortunately), Teen Titans

Video Games: TLOU, Until Dawn, Sally Face, Stardew

Misc: MPHFPC (books, don't even get me started on the movie), Marauders Era (vaguely)

Is this sufficient? There's probably more but I can't think of them off the top of my head...

[victoriabuflooms]

Before I knew who jerma was, I thought he was the internet’s collective hive mind imaginary streamer. Legit thought he didn’t exist because I had only seen reaction pics. Watched a vid and still not entirely sure he’s real. The internet’s streamer version of Goncharov.

[itstybitsywriter]

No one cares but first world problem time because I don't have anyone else to complain to and I don't have anything to do today...

I want pokopia sooooo bad omg! They got me 😞 I don't have a switch 2. And I can't even ask my mother rn because she's like trying to buy a house to financially support my grandparents and ensure I have a place to live when she retires because the housing costs are insane.

Mom don't you know I just wanna play Pokemon all day 🙄 (/s)

Anyways, who in mha do we think would play pokopia, and why is it Shoto?

I'm probably biased because he's my favorite character and my baby and I love him, but I think he gives such cozy gamer energy. Like I can see that man having an ungodly amount of hours in Stardew. Probably made his family in the sims so they could be happy at one point (do we think if the sims exists in the mha universe it has quirks? And if so how does that work? 🤔)

He takes it very seriously and would be super excited to show you the progress he's made.

I think Ochaco would be in the same boat as me and would love pokopia but cannot afford a switch 2. Pre time-skip at least.

I also think Shinso for some reason would be really into pokemon in general, and I think Shoto could easily get Momo on board. She definitely plays animal crossing.

Also kinda think All Might would like cozy games. He gives me that grandma that played animal crossing so much they named a character after her energy. I dunno about pokopia specifically though.

Have a nice day, fuck ice, be gay, bye!

[bugsu]

HAIR TIES

PAIRING: katsuki bakugo x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: bakugo noticed you kept losing your hair ties

A/N: i haven’t posted in awhile bc ive had no inspo so here’s a very short blurb <3

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bakugo noticed things.

he’d never admit it.

but he notices when you’re tired before you say anything. when you skip breakfast. when you play with your necklace when you’re stressed.

and lately, he noticed something else.

you kept losing your hair ties.

it happened constantly.

one during training. one during lunch. one somewhere in the dorms that you swore had “grown legs and walked away.”

right now was no different.

you sat on the couch in the common room, trying to pull your hair back with both hands while a textbook balanced awkwardly on your knees.

you groaned. “where did it go?”

bakugo looked up from across the room.

“where did what go?”

“my hair tie.”

“you had one like five minutes ago.”

“i know.”

“you lose everything.”

“i do not.”

“you absolutely do.”

you sighed, still struggling with your hair. strands kept falling in your face while you tried to read.

bakugo watched for another second.

then he stood up.

you didn’t notice until he stopped in front of you.

“…what?” you asked.

he held something out.

a black hair tie.

you blinked. “where did you get that?”

“pocket.”

“…why do you have a hair tie in your pocket?”

he shrugged like it was obvious. “in case you needed one.”

you pause. “wait,” you said slowly. “you carry hair ties… for me?”

he immediately looked annoyed. “don’t make it weird. you lose them constantly,” he grumbled. “someone’s gotta be prepared.”

bakugo katsuki had been walking around with spare hair ties because you kept losing yours.

your chest felt warm.

“…katsuki,” you said softly.

“what.”

“that’s really sweet.”

his face turned red immediately. “it’s not sweet,” he snapped. “it’s practical.”

you smiled anyway.

you reached the hair tie out to him. “can you help me?”

he blinked. “with what?”

“my hair.”

he stared like you’d just asked him to defuse a bomb “…no.”

“please?”

“…i don’t know how.”

“it’s just a ponytail.”

bakugo hesitated like this was the most dangerous situation he’d ever been in.

then he grabbed the hair tie. “fine. but if it looks stupid, it’s not my fault.”

you turned around on the couch, gathering your hair loosely.

he stood behind you, hands hovering awkwardly.

“…what am I doing?” he muttered.

“just pull it together.”

“i know that part.”

his fingers brushed your hair carefully, gathering it. he was surprisingly gentle, concentrating like he was assembling something complicated.

“you’re being really careful,” you teased.

“shut up.”

he looped the hair tie once.

then twice.

it took him a second to get it right, but when he finished he stepped back like he’d just completed a masterpiece. “done.”

you turned around. your ponytail was slightly crooked but you loved it. “it’s perfect,” you said.

“it’s literally not.”

“i like it.”

he crossed his arms. “good.”

[itstybitsywriter]

HIIIII I absolutely adored your todoroki fic with the class being noisy and discovering the relationship, can you PLEASE if you're not too busy make a Bakugo version? MY LIFE WILL BE YOURS AND AMAZING WRITING GIRL😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜

I meant to get this done so much sooner but then I was hit with like the plague or something??? Dude idk, but I'm feeling better and finally have the mental energy to partake in hobbies...

I'm not 100% proud of this, I didn't wanna have the same setting (mostly because I don't believe katsuki would stay up for a movie night one bit) and I'm not completely confident that this was the right one...but I must've deleted like 5 drafts atp and I feel bad for how long it's been, so I hope you like it even though it's a little different than the original Shoto version!

I might continue to edit this, I just wanna get it out before it's been over 2 weeks...

Tsundere boyfriend chronicles

K. Bakugo

In which your boyfriend invites you to an amusement park, but he was too stubborn to tell his friends classmates about you

CW: fem! Reader, suggestive comments, general Bakugo behavior, name-calling (in good faith) relationship is implied to be long distance

Class 3A was going to USJ! 

…Not that USJ—Universal Studios Japan. And for once, Kirishima had managed to convince Katsuki to come to a group outing.

Katsuki wasn't really an amusement park person, he liked the rides well enough, but being around just the class alone was generally somewhat unbearable, let alone a bunch’a sticky, sweaty strangers and dumb tourists…

But his girl wasn't in Japan too often, and he'd feel kinda bad going without her when the opportunity came. So he bought an extra ticket, planning to meet up with her at the park, hopefully after shaking away the extras.  

He however, totally and completely 100% accidentally for sure...forgot to inform his classmates that she was coming, or about her existence in general. Izuku knew, but that's because was a nosy bastard (and definitely not because he was Katsuki's best friend).

The class had already cut-off into various groups after passing through security, Katsuki getting stuck tagging along with Izuku’s friends (glasses, Todoroki, frog, and round cheeks) and his own…whatevers (Pinky, Shitty-hair, Pikachu, the purple one that followed Pikachu around sometimes, etc.) 

He was just sorting his bag back out after they poked around in it (another reason he hates amusement parks—leave my fucking stuff alone) when all of a sudden, an agitating, grating voice—

“HEY KATSUKI!!”

He glanced up to see his girlfriend, waving at him from across the park, already carrying bags from a gift shop…

And immediately turned back down towards his bag, acting as if he didn't know the strange woman yelling name. Which seemed to piss you off...

“OI, DYNAMIGHT!”

God, could you not be, like, a little bit subtle?

He could tell the extras were immediately on edge as you approached, square eyes even going so far as to stand in front of him like some kind of bodyguard, which made him scoff. Even if you were a threat, he could handle himself. He wasn't top of the damn class for nothing. 

“Ah—miss—please—”

Katsuki ignored him and stepped forward, looking straight at you—over your outfit, to be specific. He was unable to stop the exhale that left him. Merch? Really?

"You're actually wearing that?" 

You just stuck your tongue out in response. 

Iida looked like someone slapped him, eyes wide and head reeled back like a turtle. “Bakugou! Don't be rude to a fan—”

“A fan?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend, who couldn't stop the huff of amusement that left his lips.

“First of all, I'll be rude to whoever I damn well please—”

“Oh wow, I didn't know you were coming!” Midoriya interrupted before an argument could break out, stepping forward as he recognized you. “It's been a while!” 

“Ah—Midoriya! You look well!”

Katsuki watched as the two of you did that awkward dance people do when they don't know how to properly greet each other. (The relationship between girlfriend and said boyfriend's slightly co-dependant best friend was an odd one, after all). “Jesus fuck—just hug already. As if I care.” 

You chuckled at the permission and stepped forward to wrap an arm around the green-haired boy, patting his back in greeting. “How's school been?”

“It's been good, we've been busy preparing for exams recently—”

“—you better be wearing sunscreen, y'know! People with freckles are more likely…”

Katsuki drowned out the mindless chitter-chatter, wordlessly taking your shopping bag from your arms. How did he end up surrounded by these merch obsessed, blabbering idiots…

"Wait...so you know her?" Kirishima questioned, staring at Katsuki with a dumbfounded expression, which he gave right back. You know that phrase, there's no stupid questions? Yeah…Katsuki thinks that phrase in of itself is stupid. 

He clicked his tongue. “The hell do you think? Deku’s not that big of a hugger.”

“...Wow, you're really being a sour patch today, Suki! Lighten up!” Mina chuckled, bumping into his shoulder as she stepped forward to interrupt. “Hi there! I'm Mina Ashido! It's not everyday we meet a friend of Bakugou’s, especially one as totally cute as you!”

You, finally remembering a bunch of other people were around, tilted your head, turning to face them all with rapidly warming cheeks.. "Oh, right! How rude of me! Sorry about that, haha…" You giggle slightly in embarrassment, bowing to greet your boyfriend's classmates. “It's a pleasure to meet the infamous class 3-A!”

The group was quiet as they listened to you introduce yourself. Despite some of them already being surprised by your appearance, hearing you speak added even more. You seemed to be…pretty calm, and rather soft-spoken, at least compared to their resident firecracker. 

...

“It's nice to meet you!” 

“You're gorgeous—”

“How did you meet Bakugou?”

“Are you from around here?”

“Where did you get those shorts?”

You send them a smile, a small giggle rising past your lips, doing your best to answer. “Thank you! I think they're thrifted? Uh well—we met in middle school! I'm from—”

Katsuki felt somewhat irked by the way his classmates shamelessly swarmed her. He crossed his arms, red eyes narrowing into a glare that would kill if it could. “If you extras don't stop fawning over her and get a damn move on I'm gonna take off. With her.”

This, apparently, was enough motivation for everyone to finally start moving.

Within the next few hours, Katsuki had been dragged through a bunch of rides—one roller coaster that Mina forced everyone onto twice, a ridiculously themed simulator-thing that left Kaminari dizzy, and some spinning thing that Katsuki refused to admit he actually enjoyed. Somewhere along the way you ended up with a stupid hat on your head, Katsuki holding even more shopping bags, and the class collectively demolishing far too many overpriced snacks.

Now, the two of you had split off—well, he had dragged you off, muttering something about “needing a break from the idiots,” and were now tucked off to the side near a quieter path, the distant screams from rides muffled by music and chatter.

Katsuki dropped the bags at his feet with a low exhale, rolling his shoulders as he sat down on the bench. “Tch. Remind me why you like this place again?”

You glanced around, taking in the bright colors, the laughter, the chaos. “Because it’s fun?”

“Yeah yeah.” He scoffed, leaning his head back on his hands. “It’s literally just full of obnoxious kids and annoying mascots with overpriced food.”

He pointed vaguely toward a group of tourists posing with a character. There was a clear hint of amusement tugging at his voice despite himself. “Am I not fun enough on my own?”

You looked at him, lips twitching, then tilted your head with a small smirk. “You want to be compared to an amusement park?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t push it.”

“I guess you’re fun enough to ride…” you continued innocently.

Katsuki blinked, shooting you a glare that would knock most people on their ass “...the hell did you just say to me?”

You laughed again, softer this time, and without really thinking about it, reached out to hook your finger loosely around his thumb. 

He stilled for half a second, but didn’t pull away, he just exhaled softer than before. “You’ve got a real big mouth, y'know?”

“Yeah? Wouldn't you like to know what my big mouth can do—”

“God Dammit.” He groaned, covering his face in second-hand embarrassment, even though he couldn't hide the way his ears went red. “I'm gonna punt you across the fucking park.” 

“You walked into that one!”

“No I didn't! You're just being a slut!” 

“Wow. Slut shaming during women's month—”

“Oi! It's not shaming if it's true!” 

His hand shifted just slightly, enough that your fingers brushed against his. “…You’re clingy today,” he muttered.

“Youre the one reaching for my fingers,” you pointed out. “Hypocrite.”

“Tch.”

But his hand turned, just a bit, until your fingers were properly laced together. 

He wasn't too into hand holding, considering how sweaty his hands tended to get. Even if it smelled good, it was still sweat, and tended to make things kinda awkward and slippery. But sometimes it was…nice.

Somewhere in the distance, a group of people burst into loud laughter, and music swelled as a nearby parade started up. You leaned into his side, watching as performers in bright costumes passed by, waving at the crowd.

“...Hey, you didn’t tell your friends about me?” You gave Katsuki’s hand a small squeeze, glancing up at him curiously.

“Why would I tell the extras?”

“To share the joy of having a wonderful girlfriend in your life?”

Katsuki scoffed, but didn't rebuke it. “They don’t need to know everything about me,” he muttered, glancing off to the side, “didn’t wanna deal with their shit.”

“But they seem fun!”

“They're nosy and annoying.” He huffed, glancing off to the side like he could already feel something coming. “Besides, I need to keep up my image.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh c'mon, shut up, you're just a tsundere.”

“Oi!” His nostrils flared. “I am not a tsundere—” 

“You're literally holding my hand after insulting me—” 

—---—

From a short distance away—just around the corner of a vending area...

“Are they holding hands?” Kaminari whispered.

“I think so?” Kirishima whispered back, equally stunned.

Mina grabbed both of them by the shoulders, eyes practically glowing. “Don’t. Move.”

“I’m not moving!”

Shinso huffed. “No way Bakugou actually has a girlfriend with his attitude…”

Sero leaned in closer, equally invested. “Bro… Bakugou’s holding hands. With a girl.”

“Is this character development?” Todoroki thought aloud. 

“Shut up!” Mina hissed, even though she was very clearly vibrating with excitement. “This is, like, historic—”

“Shouldnt we…announce ourselves?” Iida considered, though he made no move to do so, instead polishing his glasses for a better view. 

“Absolutely not,” Jirou smirked. “I wanna see how far this goes.”

—---—

Around the corner, completely oblivious—

Katsuki exhaled slowly, shoulders relaxing despite himself. “…You’re coming back, right?” he hinted, thumb brushing against your hand again, “for dinner.”

You smiled, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder. “Do you want me to?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Aww—”

“Don’t make it weird,” he grumbled. “I bought too much daikon. Need someone to help me eat it.” 

You huffed a laugh. “See? That's such a lame excuse. Total tsundere.” 

“Y’know what? Nevermind. I'll eat with shitty hair and Deku. They'll appreciate my cooking—”

—---—

Mina silently grabbed Kirishima's arm and shook him.

“HEAD ON SHOULDER. HEAD. ON. SHOULDER.”

“I SEE IT, I SEE IT—”

“Wait,” Kaminari squinted. “Are they…arguing? While holding hands?”

“Yeah,” Midoriya nodded, chuckling. “That tracks.”

“I kinda agree with Iida that this is rude,” Tsuyu whispered, already inching forward. “We should just go say hi—”

“Absolutely not,” Kaminari shot back, grabbing her sleeve. “Do you want to die?”

—-

Katsuki’s eye twitched.

“…You hear something?” he muttered, gaze snapping toward the nearby row of vending machines.

You blinked, following his line of sight. “Hm? No?”

“Tch.” His grip tightened slightly. “Feels like we’re being watched.”

You hummed, looking around again. When nothing seemed out of the ordinary, you shrugged, leaning back on the bench with a smirk. “Maybe you're just paranoid?” 

Katsuki rolled his eyes, “I'm not paranoid, I've been trained for shit like this.”

His gaze narrowed as he yanked his hand from yours in a quick motion, stepping in front of you.

“Oi,” he called, voice low. “Come out before I blast you out.”

“…We’ve been compromised,” Todoroki sighed.

Mina immediately shoved Kaminari forward in sacrifice.

“WAIT—”

He stumbled out from behind the vending machines with a strangled noise, the rest of the class slowly, very pitifully, following after him.

There was a beat of silence.

Katsuki stared.

They stared.

You looked between them, then at Katsuki, then back at the group… “…Oh.”

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” Katsuki’s voice dropped, dangerous. “You extras were SPYING ON ME??”

“IT WAS MINA’S IDEA—” Kaminari pointed instantly.

Mina ignored him completely, stepped forward with sparkling eyes and pointed between the two of you. “YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND YOU DIDN’T TELL US?!”

Katsuki’s face went red. “Don’t—” he started.

Before he could finish his excuse, your hand slipped back into his, fingers lacing together again without hesitation, grinning at the class. “It's nice to properly meet all of you!”

“…—” Katsuki froze.

Mina made a noise so high-pitched it was almost inaudible.

Kirishima looked on the verge of tears, fist held to his heart in approval. “Bakubro… you’re in love…”

“I’M NOT—”

“I dunno Kachan…” Midoriya cut in. “I think I beg to differ. You act pretty differently with her…”

“Wait—”

Suddenly all eyes were on Midoriya, who stiffened at the attention. “H-huh?”

Uraraka raised a finger to him in accusation. “You knew the whole time, didn't you Deku!” 

…Ah.” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

Katsuki’s glare shifted immediately. “Izuku.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Midoriya yelped.

“You knew and didn’t tell us?!” Mina gasped.

“Traitor accomplice…” Kaminari added.

“…Yeah,” Midoriya admitted, hands rising in surrender. “I mean… I knew Kacchan would tell you when the time was right! It's not my news to share…”

You couldn’t help but giggle, leaning your head on Katsuki’s shoulder again. “Looks like your little secret’s out now, Suki.”

“Shut up,” he complained, a mix of remorse and embarrassment clouding his face. “…Just… didn't want to make a big deal out of it.”

“Too late,” Kaminari whispered, barely holding back a grin. “We already are.”

Katsuki didn’t pull away, didn’t argue further. For once, he just let the class stare, let you lean against him, and let himself… be calm.

“…Fine,” he muttered finally, voice low but steady. “Yeah, she’s my girlfriend. Happy now?”

The class froze for a beat at the official confirmation...

Then erupted in chaos, exclamations, and squeals. 

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod—”

“So this is his soft side...the kacchan inside of Katsuki...”

“How long have you been together?”

“Did you really meet in middle school?”

“Does Bakugo actually go to bed so early? Or is he doing…other things…” 

You giggled at the mix of questions, looking up at your boyfriend in amusement. “Looks like everyone’s happy to finally meet me, huh?”

Katsuki huffed, though there was a soft undertone that wasn’t anger this time. “…Yeah, yeah. Let’s just go to another shop or something. Anywhere away from this mess…”

And with that, the two of you walked off together, the class trailing behind at a safe, awe-struck distance, still buzzing about the historic moment they’d just witnessed.

[itstybitsywriter]

Masterlist

Here she comes world...be kind to her 🤠

❤️‍🔥 = Smut

❤️ = Fluff

💔 = Angst (you won't find much of this here)

My Hero Academia

Shoto Todoroki

Just us and your...entire class!❤️ In which you visit your boyfriend's dormitory for the first time, and class 3-A are not very good at being subtle.

Katsuki Bakugo

Tsundere Boyfriend Chronicles❤️

In which your boyfriend invites you to an amusement park, but he was too stubborn to tell his friends classmates about you

Multi

Mha boys doing your makeup 💄!❤️

Random thoughts

Cozy Gamers of MHA

[itstybitsywriter]

In which you ask the MHA guys to do your makeup

Ft. I. Midoriya, K. Bakugou, S. Todoroki, E. Kirishima, and D. Kaminari

AN: Was anyone else obsessed with boyfriend does my makeup videos on youtube as a kid? Bcz I was!

CW: Reader wears makeup (obvs), suggestive themes (Izuku & Denki), I tried not to mention any specific skin tone, but pink blush and lipgloss are mentioned...uh, Kirishima has two moms?

Izuku is surprised by the request, but takes it seriously, genuinely wanting to do a good job, even if it was just for fun.

He tries his hardest to replicate your everyday routine, Mr "I keep notes on people" knows it by heart obviously, he just doesn't quite have the skills to do it justice.

Mumbles to himself as if it's an analytical task, eyes squinting as he takes in your face and works out how best to apply each product. At one point he reaches out to grab your neck to still you, immediately blushing red and apologizing profusely as you start laughing at him.

He just put you in a chokehold to apply foundation.

"OMYGODIMSOSORRY—"

You laugh, sending him a wink. "Wow ‘zuku, didn't think we were headed that direction…"

His cheeks glow maybe the reddest you've ever seen, freckles practically blended into the skin around them. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO I SWEAR!"

In the end the base is blended pretty well, but the eye makeup leaves a lot to be desired, and your brows are…quite harsh to say the least, almost resembling that time you let Eri do your makeup..

He comes out of it very impressed by the steady hand you must have to replicate this every day!

"I think I can safely cross 'makeup artist' off of my list of possible back-up career paths..."

—---—

Katsuki, much like Izuku, decides to go for your everyday look that his stalker ass is incredibly familiar with. He takes it seriously, as he does pretty much everything, telling you to “sit still,” and “quit your damn fidgeting,” while he moves between steps.

However, unlike Izuku, Bakugou absolutely slays—you come out looking almost better than you do when you do it yourself.

He grew up with fashion designers as parents; he watched a lot of models get their makeup done backstage while in between babysitters (not many could handle his bratty child self) and sometimes watched his own mom do hers before going out. Plus, you're telling me Best Jeanist, BJ himself doesn't glam up a lil? Yeah right…that's basically his drag mother.

In the end he's smug as hell as you look yourself over, practically gobsmacked by his skill. Everything looks perfectly blended, the eyeliner is sharp, brows are shaped and fluffed up, and he got pretty much every detail of your daily look correct, down to your favorite lip combo. He even managed to apply fake lashes without them looking like they're melting off…

"What the hell Katsuki?! This was supposed to be funny!"

—---—

Shoto doesn't really understand makeup. He had Yaoyorozu try to cover his scar once out of curiosity, and on rare occasions where Endeavor was busy and they were left to their own devices, a middle-school Fuyumi would sometimes use him as a makeup guinea pig, but it always felt heavy and itchy on his skin. He thinks the fact that girls wear that stuff everyday is impressive, and maybe a little masochistic…

He usually doesn't pay much attention when you get ready to go out, mostly just waiting patiently while you do your thing, reading manga on his phone. He's not dumb, he knows girls don't naturally have glittery eyelids and red lips, but he's also not the best at spotting natural looks…

"Do you use this one?" He asks a million times, reading the label on each product intensely. He is taking it seriously, he just doesn't really know what he's doing. Uses the wrong products in a few spots, needing your guidance to pick the right brushes for different areas. Is too scared to hurt you with mascara, so he makes you put that on your own lashes.

"This is really hard…"

In the end, your base is…okay; blush is in the right spot…but your contour is splotchy. Your mascara is nice (thanks to yourself)...but your eyeliner is thick and uneven, he accidentally used an eyeshadow that was a little too dark, and he didn't even touch your brows, in fact, he was actually surprised when you said you put makeup on them.

You giggle as you look over yourself in the mirror, pecking his cheek as he blushes in embarrassment behind you, reassuring him with a pat on the head. "You did a good job for your first time, Sho!"

"Did I? I don't know if I believe that…"

Pays a little more attention to you whenever you do your makeup from now on. He wants to try again sometime and do better!

—---—

Eijiro agrees easily, saying trying new things is manly. Neither of his moms are super into makeup, so this is pretty new territory for him.

He does a shockingly good job on the eyeliner (middle-school emo phase coming in clutch!), although it's more intense than you tend to go for. He's also absolutely shocked at the torture contraption that is a lash curler, staring at it when you hand it to him.

“I thought Mina was joking when she told me about these…”

The rest is…well…

It's clear his skills haven't improved much since his middle school guyliner days—in fact, you could probably pass as a middle-schooler who just got her first makeup kit for Christmas; It's wearable, it's not like you'd look outrageous in public…but your foundation isn't really matching your neck; heavy bronzer makes your face a bit and he doesn't really know better to blend it down. You should've expected he'd go for the bronzer—two or his best friends are gyaru, so it makes sense he'd be familiar with a sun-kissed (more like smacked, in this case) look. There's some specks of mascara smudged onto your eyelids, and your brows are…well, they make themselves known, but hey, your emo eyeliner and pink lipgloss are nearly perfect.

It's an odd mix of aesthetics.

Still, your boyfriend is so proud of himself that you can't help but be happy with the results too, shaking your head with a grin as you examine the final look, Kirishima practically beaming in the background as he sits on your bed.

"Did I do okay?"

"You did great hun."

—---—

Denki never grew out of his guyliner phase. He's pretty excited when you ask him, immediately digging into your stash. As previously mentioned, he's a gyaruo, and he's always been a little interested in makeup, though he doesn't wear much himself besides a little eyeliner and sometimes concealer if he stays up a little too late playing League…

He doesn't take it too seriously, laughing whenever he messes up and using a makeup wipe to correct it. Definitely pokes your eye with the mascara wand by accident…but is totally apologetic about it, even offering to get down on his knees to make up for it…

He doesn't try to replicate your everyday look, instead having fun playing with all the products and colors; complains if you don't have any wild lipsticks. Jokes about making you look like a clown.

"Don't you have like…a nice blue?"

"You want me to wear blue lipstick??"

It's not too bad in the end! He's never done graphic eyeliner before, so it's a bit wonky, and the colours are brighter than you'd typically go for, the blush is hot pink and quite.. abundant. If you question it, he shrugs, leaning back in his chair cockily.

"Sabrina Carpenter wears a lot of blush, y'know."

"She doesn't wear green and purple eyeshadow!"

The eyeshadow in question is clearly blended by a beginner: muddy where the colors meet. He left your eyebrows plain and fluffy after a failed attempt to try different products on them to make them look bleached. It's a bit of an editorial look, to put it nicely…you can tell what he was going for, with some touch ups it would be pretty cool.

He thinks you look cool as hell, absolutely rebukes anything else.

"Aww c'mon baby, you look like a rockstar!"

[itstybitsywriter]

Just us, and your...entire class!

S. Todoroki

In which you visit your boyfriend's dormitory for the first time, and class 3-A are not very good at being subtle.

Shoto Todoroki is autistic (and it's Endeavors fault) you can fight me on it.

AN: Do-do-do-do-do-do Steve~ This is like...fluffy light crack? Idk it just popped into my brain. I'm a sucker for reactions, I used to love those gacha videos...

CW: fem!reader, (brief) insecurity...pretty sure that's it?

Lmk if there's any mistakes!

You're on your phone, texting your boyfriend to buzz you in, music blasting through your headphones, for the moment you're practically dead to the world around you, not really registering what's going on in your vicinity now that you're safe within the UA campus, and not just the campus itself, but the hero-course dormitories…you're practically surrounded by pro-heros and hero students.

But an unfamiliar girl walking into Class 3-A’s dorm building in the evening—while the class happens to be having a movie night—is bound to cause a bit of a stir. Several members of the infamous class look up in confusion as you step inside, their gazes shifting between each other in silent question. Who is she here for? Someone must have let her in.

The first person to react is none other than the class president himself.

He clears his throat.

"Can we help you, miss?" The young man asks, standing up to his full height, his voice raising as he notices the headphones covering your ears.

At the muffled sound, you finally look up, pulling one ear of your headphones to the side. This must be Tenya Iida, the class president, you judge, based on Shoto's description: ‘My friend Iida…he's kinda stocky, he has blue hair and wears glasses.’

And well…behind him seems to be the bulk of your boyfriend's class.

You weren't really expecting an audience to your arrival. Shoto's invitation was simple and blunt, as they often are.

'Do you want to come over and watch a movie?’

A cozy, quiet movie night with your boyfriend sounded like a perfect way to end the week! Of course you accepted. This...did not seem quit like the quiet, cozy night you anticipated...

"Oh…uh, is Shoto here?" You ask, a little awkward at the attention, voice wavering as you slip your shoes off in the genkan before stepping further inside the building, shoulders rolling in discomfort. You don't even have to look around to know he isn't sitting with his classmates; his red and white hair makes him stand out too much, you'd recognize him in any crowd.

The silence that follows your simple question was almost thick enough to choke on.

Everyone stares at the girl standing in their dorm entryway, dumbfounded for a moment. This girl they've never seen…

She was here for Todoroki?

The same Todoroki who’s famously stoic and socially awkward—the one who took months to have proper conversations with anyone in the class besides Midoriya, Bakugou, and Yaoyorozu?

You shift awkwardly, glancing down at yourself.

Hmm...your outfit is fine...was there something on your face? What's with all the staring?

"...Yeah, he is." Kirishima—you assume by the spikey red hair—was the one to finally respond, rubbing at the back of his neck as he answered. "Uh...he's in the kitchen right now."

You nod, shooting him a quick thumbs-up and shuffling off into the direction that gives off the most 'kitchen' vibes.

—---—

You find Shoto by the stove, stirring what's probably soba noodles. He had…limited cooking skills, and a penchant for the stuff, so soba was usually a pretty good guess.

The strange reaction from his classmates fades into the background as your attention settles fully on your boyfriend. Walking up behind him, your arms around his waist, hands pressing against his muscles as you take in the familiar scent of warmth that follows along with his presence.

You hum in response, pressing your cheek against his shoulder as you try to peek over at what he's making—aha, soba indeed. "Mm...the train was crowded," your voice comes out muffled by his shirt. "Worth it though."

Shoto doesn’t startle, he simply glances over his shoulder at you. "Was the trip okay?"

Shoto gives a small nod, like that answer satisfies him completely. The noodles bubble softly in the pot as he sits them and turns the burner down, the movement practiced in a way that suggests he’s cooked this exact thing many times before. (He has).

"Your classmates were all staring at me when I came in," you mumble into his shoulder, voice something near a whine. "Do I have something on my face? What gives?"

For a moment, the kitchen is quiet except for the faint clink of chopsticks against the pot and the distant noise coming from the common room.

"No," Shoto answers without so much as taking a second glance to check. "They're just nosy."

He says it so plainly that you almost laugh, pulling away to hop up on the counter beside him, watching as he finishes up with supper. You're glad you didn't eat before coming. "What, do you not talk to them about me?"

Your voice is teasing, light, but Shoto's plain response catches you off guard.

You blink, sheer bewilderment settling over you.

"Not really, no."

...

'He doesn't talk about me?'

Insecurity tags along with it, bubbling up before you can stop it. Shoto is…objectively attractive. You’re reminded of it often—whenever you show someone a picture of him, the edits that pop up on your TikTok feed, the giggles and lingering stares he gets from younger girls when you’re out together...

"...Embarrassed?" Shoto looks up immediately as the word registers, his expression creasing with a confusion that nearly matches your own. "No. Why would you think that?"

You gulp down the feelings, trying to keep your voice level. "Are you…embarrassed of me?"

"...You just said you don't talk about me."

God, he's dense. You sigh.

"No one’s asked," Shoto explains, tilting his head slightly. "Was I supposed to talk about you?"

Oh. Of course.

Shoto pauses at your words, considering them with the same seriousness he gives most things. Whether small or large, simple or complicated, his face always scrunches up the same way. "…I see."

"People usually talk about their girlfriends, Sho…yes…" You say slowly, the insecurity dissipating and leaving behind just the bewilderment, with a bit of frustration seeping in.

Of course, no one gets a boyfriend this hot without some negative qualities...his denseness can be cute sometimes, but often leaves something to be desired.

He feeds you a spoonful of dipping sauce, and as if it's secretly potion of calmness, your worries are immediately quelled.

He turns back to the stove, thoughtfully dividing the noodles between two bowls

"I wasn’t hiding you," he adds after a moment, at the very least recognizing the clarification is important. "It just never came up. I figured they'd meet you at some point, anyway."

Then another.

But alas, the quiet atmosphere of the kitchen abruptly disappears as a head pokes around the doorway...

And another.

—---—

After you had left the common area, Class 3-A continued to watch your retreating figure, still in various states of surprise. Eyes wide, jaws slightly slack, slowly, almost in unison, they turn to look at eachother once more.

"…Dude," Kaminari mumbled, leaning closer. "Does anyone know her?"

A beat passed without response from any of the class.

Midoriya hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. "She doesn’t look like a criminal, but Todoroki does have a lot of fangirls in the other courses…it wouldn't be too hard for other students to get in our building."

"Then should we be like…worried?" Kaminari’s face scrunched up in a mix of curiosity and concern. "She was cute though…"

That comment earned himself a nudge from Jirou.

Iida nodded seriously, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "In that case, we should send someone to follow her—purely as a precaution!"

And as expected for any mission requiring stealth, heads immediately turned to Toru, who gave an invisible thumbs up. "Invisible girl is on it!"

Sero chuckled in a bit of a wince-like manner, finally standing to join the rest of his friends as his eyes drifted over to the hallway where you had disappeared down. "Ah… guys, y'know, maybe we’re overthinking it—"

Too late.

Toru was already halfway down the hall…but she wasn't gone for long.

She returned barely a minute later, footsteps invisible but loud against the floorboards as she squealed, the sleeves of her shirt waving in excitement. "You guys have gotta see this!"

And so...

You were now sat on the counter, their classmate sliding a spoonful of sauce in your open mouth before leaning against the counter beside you. "Good?"

The rest of them shuffled closer to the kitchen entrance, trying—and failing—to look casual as they hovered just out of sight.

One by one, their heads peek cautiously around the kitchen doorway, trying to see what’s happening without being too obvious.

The scene seemed...domestic. It almost felt wrong to watch, like interrupting something very private.

Midoriya shuffles his feet nervously, glancing at the others. “I think maybe we should leave them be? He's clearly…familiar with her.” He whispers out.

"Familiar," Uraraka mocks lightly in the same hushed tone, trying, and failing, not to giggle. "Wow Deku, good observation!"

…

Wow.

Shoto's classmates suck at eavesdropping. His eyes rolled as he saw as various heads pop in and out of the doorway in of his peripheral vision, almost akin to that game he played at a carnival once—whack a mole?

"...Can I help you?" He huffed, one eyebrow raising (the one that's nerves still worked properly) as he finally turned to face the door. You've gone quiet next to him, legs swinging against the counter and lips pursed.

After a few rounds of passing around the blame of getting caught like hot potato, the class all slowly filed into the room, avoiding eye contact with the couple.

An awkward tension hung over the room for longer than anyone desired, until Sero awkwardly coughed. "...So," He gestured vaguely towards you, still sat quietly on the counter.

Shoto simply stared back, one eyebrow still raised in a way that said 'yes, and?'

The class shuffled awkwardly in front of him for a few seconds, clearly uncomfortable with the silence that filled the air, before Midoriya cleared his throat.

"So um...is this your girlfriend, Todoroki?"

You took that as your cue to wave, an embarrassed smile creeping onto your face.

Shoto exhaled a frustrated breath, his cool demeanor cracking a bit. They really had to eavesdrop to ask that? Couldn't they have waited for him to introduce her?

"Yes, this is my girlfriend.”

...

The room descends into shouts, general chaos, and a jumble of questions all blending together—

"How did you meet?"

"What school do you go to—"

"So this is Todoroki’s type, huh?"

"Do you have a quirk?!"

"Man, how does someone so dense—"

"Everyone! Do not overwhelm our guest—"

"Ah…" You chuckle awkwardly, watching with wide eyes as they all speak over eachother and poor Iida tries to calm them down. ‘Maybe there’s a reason he didn’t talk about me after all…’