hi there !! i’m tee, and i used to write for mha on here, but i’ve moved blogs. this blog is now archived for you all to enjoy my old works, but i’m no longer active here.
hiii luna! i would love to know who your favorite bakugou writers are? much love to you
hello !!!! i only really read nsfw fics so most of (if not ALL) these writers are 18+ be warned !
@prettyboykatsuki king of characterisation. if it’s a full 10k word fic to one line i am here for it.
@kingkatsuki @itsleese classics. the first bkg fics i read on this site. leese’s notice fic was the first bkg full fic i read and i think of him every DAY.
Ok so basically aoyama was quirkless and his (awful) parents made a deal w afo to give him a quirk, and I guess he kinda owed afo
And it was supposed to kinda trick the readers into thinking hagakure was the traitor but it was actually her finding out about aoyama and going to get deku so aoyama could confess
(Tbh I feel bad for him bc he called himself a filthy villain n u can kinda tell he felt bad abt it, and earlier in the anime he says something like "we are the same" to deku and that's alluding to the fact that he new deku was previously quirkless and so was he :(
OMG I SAW PANELS ON TIK TOK TODAY FJSFJSJFN he called himself a filthy villain and i was like oh damn okay :O
yeah so he was never my fav and all so i’m not all that sympathetic with him from the start LMAO but i do feel bad that it’s his parents fault so i’m kinda letting him off the hook but idk yet
but that’s interesting bc now i’m curious as to why hagakure’s vote wasn’t there and why she like wasn’t seen by todoroki omg
she still kinda useless tho bestie no way her quirk beat out shinso’s for the hero course 😭🤚🏽
hi, if it’s okay i want to ask you something. will you re-post your writing from your old account? i really love them and thank you for it. if you are uncomfortable about this topic sorry
hi !! everything on here so far are all reposts from my old account. i only have a handful of works left to repost i’m just lazy bc they’re fics and i procrastinate on making the headers and tags lol 😭
Do u want an actual explanation bc I'm so worked up abt the manga 😭
yes yes idrc about spoilers much
i read a good portion of the manga before but then i got into other animes and kinda dropped mha for a bit so now im behind jbhfbbsdh but yeah i dont mind explanations someone fill me in
TEE tag ur previous ask with bnha spoilers before people start finding something to hate on this blog
HELP jwdbfehbf thanks bestie u right IM WHEEZING i love that ur looking out for my hate lmaoooo u are a real one
yeah omg i told myself as i read the ask to tag it for spoilers and then i went on a tangent about how i dont like him in the tags and then i forgot LMAOO oops my bad
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: repost from my old blog ; i wrote this months ago and it’s so bad and i don’t have the strength to read over it so y’all look the other way when there’s horrendous writing parts
✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔
Once again, the stinging reality that Midoriya was improving steadily, and he was falling behind was making Bakugou realize that things were not what he’d planned for them to be. It was difficult watching the helpless boy from his childhood slowly grow to outdo him, growing more and more closer with the very man that was his inspiration, while he seemed to be at a dead end.
Nothing Bakugou was doing was getting him where he wanted to be, and the frustration was bubbling over, and not even you could seem to help soothe the bitterness he was feeling. The final straw was when all of his classmates, including you, had left with their provisional licenses secured—save for Todoroki, but that did little to ease his conscience. It was like salt to the wound to watch you smile with glee at your results as he dealt with the aftershocks of his failure.
He wanted to be happy for you, he really did try to muster up a small smile just for you at your excitement, but anger was an all consuming feeling, and Bakugou couldn’t stop from feeling angry that slowly, he was becoming more and more prone to failing.
You could sense that the provisional license exam was a large blow to your boyfriend’s pride. You saw the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he offered you one, and the bus ride home didn’t consist of his usual quiet rambling that only you got to hear. Instead, he simple chose to look out the window, not moving or reacting when you rubbed his arm gently.
Bakugou was struggling internally, you could see that ever since he’d been rescued from the league. His ego had been painfully bruised, along with his self esteem. It was heartbreaking to watch him be so frustrated with himself, they guy who once carried himself so proudly was picking himself apart to try and find the flaws that you knew weren’t there. He was perfect, going through a bit of a rough patch, but he was perfect nonetheless in your eyes. So when you all reached back to campus and made your way to your dorms, you followed him into his, hands interlocked. He didn’t say much, his demeanor still quiet. It was only when you’d made it inside did you speak up.
“Baby, don’t let today beat you down too much, it’s okay—”
“I’m fine, y/n.” He cut you off as he made his way to his bed, collapsing down and laying with his arms behind his head as he stared up.
“I can see you’re not,” you started gently. He didn’t move. Coming forward, you sat next to him, hand beginning to stroke through his hair. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. “Katsuki talk to me.”
“Y/n, I told you I’m fine. I don’t need to talk to you like you’re my damn therapist.”
“No, but you should talk to me like you’re my boyfriend. There’s been a lot on your mind, I just wanna help get somethings off your chest, you—” suddenly, he sat up, pushing your hand off of his head. Glaring at you harshly, his breathing was heavy.
“Y/n, I said I don’t fucking want to talk! What did you not get from that? Stop acting like you get what’s going on and stop being so damn clingy, I’m trying to sit in peace okay?” You stared at him shocked, retracting your hand away. Blinking back tears, you slowly nodded, shuffling off of his bed.
“Okay. I’m… I’m sorry Katsuki. See you later,” you said quietly before exiting his room and closing the door behind you.
You avoided him for the most part the next day, coming in right before class began so you wouldn’t have to interact much while waiting for Aizawa to come in. Though he didn’t make a move to come up to you himself, you could sense his stare burning holes into you, waiting for you to acknowledge him.
And he knew yesterday was a bit uncalled for, and he also knew he had to apologize, but he wasn’t counting on you avoiding him. His hand itched to reach for your wrist, to pull you out of the room and speak with you, but he waited a bit longer, seeing if you were just late this morning and weren’t actually avoiding him. But you didn’t instantly walk beside him during today’s class activities, and you didn’t sit with him during lunch, and after class, when everyone went back to the dorms, you didn’t follow him up to his room, opting to sit and lounge with the rest of your classmates.
His mood turned increasingly sour throughout the day, not happy with the way you interacted with everyone around except him. Finally giving in, he sighed deeply before pulling out his phone.
Hey, where are you? Come up to my room (read)
Y/n seriously come on (read)
You haven’t spoken to me all day (read)
He slammed his phone down, seething in his bed. Slowly, his head dropped into his hands as he thought back to yesterday.
Clingy.
He’d called you clingy. It was almost funny considering the idea of you sitting next to him and playing with his hair sounded really nice right now, but of course things just never went accordingly. They never seemed to anymore for him. You were probably having a grand time with everyone else, away from his company. Suddenly, the image of you sitting in between Midoriya and Todoroki, or even Kaminari, or Sero, or that bastard Mineta flashed through his head, as he imagined you laughing with your head thrown back at something they’d said.
And once again, he was grasping his phone, spamming you with texts to come up to him room right now, to answer your damn texts. Eventually, after minutes of blowing your phone up, his door slammed open, you looking at him in pure rage. He only glared back.
“What in the world is your issue Katsuki?”
“Gee I wonder, you dumbass. Maybe it’s that you haven’t spoken to me all day huh?”
“Well maybe I wanted to let my boyfriend have his precious space since I’ve been so clingy as of late.” He sighed, running a hand over his face.
“Okay, I’m sorry I said that. Now come over here you moron.” But you stood in your place, eyebrow raised at his failed attempt to fix yesterday’s events.
“I was enjoying time with our classmates. I don’t particularly feel like coming ‘here’ Katsuki.” He glared at you further.
“Y/n, you haven’t ‘enjoyed time’ with me at all today. Stop being so damn stubborn and just get in here.”
“I don’t want to spend time with you.” He freezes a bit, staring at you incredulously. Finally, he laughed bitterly, standing up.
“Oh yeah? You don’t? Why are you with me then huh? Since you don’t wanna spend time with your own damn boyfriend.” Rolling your eyes, you shut the door behind you, stepping closer.
“You’re the one who blew up yesterday for saying like one sentence to you! I was just trying to help you, but you decided to be an asshole, and now I’m giving you what you want! Make up your damn mind!” He tugged at his hair, breathing heavily.
“Okay! And I said I’m sorry, what else do you want?”
“You can’t just say a half assed “sorry” after you snap at me like that and expect everything to be okay! That’s not enough!” It was dead silent for a moment before he turned away from you, collapsing onto his bed, hunching over his knees and glaring at the ground.
“Yeah nothing seems to be enough these days. No matter what I do,” he muttered bitterly. Waving you towards the door, he looked to the side. “Go on, go have a good time with everyone else.” And just like that, as much as you hated to admit, you heart ached to run a hand through his hair and place a soft kiss on his forehead. So, walking up to him slowly, you gave in. His arms instantly came to your waist tightly, pulling you into an embrace, face pressing into your stomach.
“Katsuki, things are getting a bit rough on you, I get that, you’ve been through a lot. But you’re bottling it up and snapping at the worst times. You can at least talk to me you know.” His fingers tightened around your shirt.
“Yeah, I know,” he whispered. Sighing, you rubbed over his shoulder with your free hand.
“Babe, you know you’re still doing a wonderful job right? You’ll make an exceptional hero, but you gotta start working on your attitude a bit, look where it led you in your exam.” He grunted, finally pulling his head out of your stomach.
“They were just being babies I wasn’t even that bad.” Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes at him.
“Katsuki you’ll never change.” Finally letting a bit of his usual self slip through, he smirked at you.
“Is that really so bad?” Once again, your eyes rolled.
“It’s the worst.” He laughed, finally giving you a soft smile—one only you got to see every so often.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“Good. So then you’ll spend time in here than with the dumb extras. So sit down.” He was utterly the most tiring boy you’d ever met, but still, you climbed into bed with him, laying in his arms as you faced him. Leaning up, you kissed his cheek. Once more, he smirked.
“I knew you’d cave, you’re dumbass can’t go one day without me.”
“I still have texts of you blowing up my phone desperately pleading for my company.” Glaring at you, he reached over and flicked your forehead.
“I didn’t plead, you’re just an idiot. I demanded. I never plead for anything.” Laughing, you buried yourself into his chest, breathing in his scent as you lay there with him.
✿ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈
“Shoto, you haven’t said much all day, what’s wrong?” Sighing, he looked at you as you lay beside him, head resting on his arm.
“Nothing y/n, I’m fine.” You could tell something was indeed wrong. Your boyfriend was quiet, that was true, but Todoroki wasn’t normally as silent around you as he was right now, making you a bit concerned for the sudden change. The recent stress of juggling his studies and training and his extra classes to retry for his provisional license had left him a bit stressed, and today was not particularly his day.
After returning from today’s class with Bakugou, he was a bit on edge as you followed him up to his dorm, happily chatting about your afternoon and telling him stories of the encounters you’d had with the other students. Suddenly, your touch wasn’t as soothing, instead it was aggravating, and hearing you ramble wasn’t endearing, it was only making him more frustrated. All he wanted was to be left alone, to sit in peace as he caught a break from his now very hectic schedule.
“Sho, you’ve been much quieter than usual. Why’s that?” Once again, he sighed, this time slightly rolling his eyes. Pulling his arm from under you, he sat up.
“Y/n you haven’t left me alone all day today, is me being silent really that bad? I’m sure you’ve spent enough time with me today.” Looking at him confused, you sat up as well.
“We haven’t really spent a lot of time together recently. You’ve been super busy with your extra classes for your license so I thought today would be nice to spend together, we’re both free for the rest of the day.” Blinking at you, he spoke up after a moment, looking you dead in the eye.
“Y/n, you’re always really clingy. We’re in the same class, it’s not like we don’t see each other often.” Looking at him shocked, you felt your face heat up a bit in embarrassment. Feeling your heart sink, you thought back to your actions throughout the day. You didn’t think you’d been particularly clingy, not thinking that Todoroki may have needed space. Looking at your lap, you played with your fingers.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You could’ve just told me if you weren’t in the mood to hang out.”
“Well it’s not just now. There’s no need to always hold on to me in someway, I need space too okay?” He didn’t mean what he’d said in that last part, it didn’t hold any truth. He loved the affection you displayed, it gave him a sense of comfort he didn’t get quite often growing up, but the rising level of frustration from his stressful day had caused him to snap at you harsher than he should have. Flinching a bit at his tone, you nodded slowly.
“Okay, well uh… I’ll leave you alone then.” He nodded at you, watching as you gathered your belongings and left the room. You didn’t want to be a bother to him anymore, feeling guilty that you’d made him so uncomfortable through your affection. Deciding you’d try to be better about it so Todoroki wasn’t as irritated, the next few days consisted of much less interacting between the two of you. Though you missed his touch and the proximity that used to be between the two of you, you were at least satisfied that your boyfriend would be more comfortable.
Except he wasn’t. Todoroki Shoto was beyond unhappy, you hadn’t kissed him much at all in the last few days, you sat across from him at lunch instead of right beside him, you’d been interacting with everyone else more than him, and you hadn’t been speaking much, constantly glued to your phone during the few times you both were alone when he insisted he come up to your dorm.
He wanted you to pay more attention to him, but all you did was offer him small smiles and short answers to his attempts to spark a conversation. Feeling fed up, he crawled over to where you were sitting on your bed, sliding his way under your arms and in between your legs, laying his head on your chest. You stared down at him for a moment before continuing to scroll through your phone, your free hand sitting on the bed beside your legs instead of in his hair like usual. He was beginning to get increasingly upset.
“Y/n?”
“Yeah Sho?” He hesitated for a moment.
“Are you okay?” He felt you nod.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why? Are you okay?” Shrugging he slumped further into you.
“Yeah, I guess.” You only hummed in response, before continuing to like pictures through your feed. After a few moments, he began to have doubts. Had you begun to realize he wasn’t what you wanted? Was this your subtle way of hinting you’d gotten bored of him? The weight of thinking you had slowly begun to fall out of love with him was crushing, he didn’t want to let go of the one person who made him feel safe and valued. Looking up at you, he asked you the question that was beginning to fill his mind up with dread.
“Y/n?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you,” he said quietly.
“I love you too.” His heart sank. You didn’t kiss his forehead like you always did. Gripping your shirt tightly, he looked up.
“You promise?” Looking down at him, you began to frown, wondering where this was coming from. Finally, finally, you ran a hand through his hair, making him bury his head back into your chest.
“Yeah, I do promise. Where’s this coming from Sho?” Grabbing your other hand, he pulled it to lay on his back, giving you the signal to start rubbing it. Slowly, you did, waiting for his explanation.
“Why are you acting like this?” Looking at him confused, you tilted your head.
“Like what Shoto? What’s going on?” He looked up at you, eyes wide and sad.
“Like you don’t want me around.” Finally understanding, you cupped his cheeks, leaning in and giving him his long awaited kiss on the forehead.
“I was just giving you some more space, like you asked.” His face dropped even more before he buried it into your neck, laying fully on top of you.
“I’m sorry, I was just frustrated that day. I missed you the last few days.”
“Shoto, it’s okay, if I’m too overbearing for you sometimes you can tell me. I won’t coddle you as much.” He frowned at your words, guilt eating him up for making you feel like he didn’t enjoy your doting, and for saying something he didn’t mean solely because he’d been having a bad day. You always made him time for him and made him feel special, even on days he could tell you weren’t feeling the best. Slowly pulling his head out of your neck, he faced you, shaking his head.
“No, I’m sorry y/n, I really didn’t mean it. I just snapped, it was a rough day. I miss you being the way you were before, a lot. You’re not overbearing.” Feeling your heart swell a little, you scratched at his scalp gently, while your other hand ran over his back and shoulders.
“It’s okay Sho, I’m not mad. You can just tell me when you’re having a bad day and you want to be alone though, okay? I won’t mind if you need some time to yourself.” Nodding, he relaxed into you as you pulled a blanket over his form, kissing his forehead once more before finally paying more attention to him, softly telling him about your day.
✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒
Takami Keigo’s tired.
Poor thing’s been worked to the bone, down to his very last feather. And this week had been a particularly nastier one in a while, the public had been swarming him more, the media was exceptionally focused on him as of recent, and the undercover work coupled with typical hero work was more grueling than usual. All he wanted to do was collapse in bed and sleep away the stress that had pent up, to ease the tenseness in his muscles, and to forget about the rough week he’d been having.
He flew into his window, after a long unforgiving day of duties, looking forward to some time to himself. Only as he stepped in, he was greeted with a sight that usually made his heart skip two beats, but today, it made his demeanor even grumpier. Seeing you in his kitchen cooking a meal usually made him feel a sense of completeness, a feeling he’d longed for as a child, the domesticity was something that filled the holes and stitched the tears his childhood had left behind.
But for some reason, today he wasn’t too thrilled to see you. You being here meant having to spend time and energy with you, energy that he really didn’t have today. Walking over, he glanced at you wearily as you beamed happily at your boyfriend.
“Hi Kei! I’ve been waiting for you to get home. Go wash up, dinner will be ready in a bit.” Sighing deeply, he took off his coat, gloves, and goggles, setting them on his counter before rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.
“Y/n are you serious right now? Look I love you, but this is a bit much don’t you think?” Tilting your head in confusion, you glanced at the food on the stove.
“Oh, do you not like this dish? That’s okay, we can order something, or I can make something else if you wanna wait—”
“Y/n, I don’t have the energy for this,” he grumbled. Eyebrows furrowing further, you racked your brain for what he could mean.
“What do you mean Kei? Are you not hungry?” He shook his head, looking at you through narrowed eyes.
“I’m exhausted. You know that. I can’t have date night with you right now, I just wanna take a nap,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. Frowning, you tried to explain.
“Oh no, we’re not hav—”
“Y/n, I don’t have the energy to spend time with you right now. What are you not understanding? Can’t you see I’m about to fall asleep where I’m standing?”
“Kei, I’m not—” he cut you off yet again.
“God y/n, why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re so god damn clingy all the time like get a life! I have other things to do,” he spat at you, venom lacing his tone. Recoiling, you stared at him astounded before feeling your eyes start to water. Clearing your throat, you awkwardly nodded, quickly turning off the stove and gathering your things to leave.
“S-sorry Keigo,” you whispered before making your way out your apartment. You wiped away tears as you made your way to your own apartment, hurt by your boyfriend’s outburst. You knew this week had been a rough one for him, and you also knew he was tired and grumpy when he came home. Hoping to make a nice meal for him so he could eat something homemade and finally rest like he deserved, he’d quickly thrown the idea out the window, ruining your attempts to care for him through his bad attitude. Sniffling, you frowned, deciding that if it was alone time he wanted, it was alone time he’d get.
Evidently, Takami Keigo did not handle the silent treatment very well. He also did not handle no longer being the center of your attention very well either, absolutely losing his mind two days into your resolve. The first day consisted of his usual good morning texts and updates from his work, not really noticing you weren’t responding to him until later. He really began to realize that you weren’t answering when his phone calls went to voicemail, getting restless that he hadn’t heard from you. But the last straw was when not only had you ignored his offer to come over to his apartment, but you also didn’t answer his knocks at your window when he flew to your place.
Eventually, he was able to follow you into your apartment after catching sight of you outside doing errands, refusing to leave you alone till you gave him the attention he craved. Except now, he wasn’t whiny and bratty anymore, now he was beginning to get hurt over your insistence to ignore him.
Trying to kiss you, Keigo frowned when you dodged his lips. He pouted at the lack of attention sent his way.
“Y/n, come on, why won’t you speak to me?” Silence. “Baby? We haven’t spoken at all in the last two days, I miss you!” More silence. His wings drooped along with his shoulders and his heart plummeted. “Y/n? Don’t… don’t you miss me?” Nothing. You didn’t say a word as you continued to make dinner, enough for one, Keigo noted. Gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, he looked at you heartbroken. “Y/n, what’s going on?” Looking at him with narrowed eyes, you tugged your wrist out of his grasp harshly, giving him a glare.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why are you being so god damn clingy?” Hurt flashed across his face.
“Wha—” oh. Now he remembered, you were upset over the not so nice words he’d snapped while he was exhausted.
“I came to your home trying to make you a meal so you could eat and relax, and you sat there, didn’t even let me explain, and called me clingy and told me to get a life. Well I got one, and clearly that’s not enough to make you happy either, so what do you want?” Looking at you sadly, he tried to grab your hands, face dropping when you didn’t allow him to.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude, I was just really tired. I didn’t really think before speaking.” Still not happy with him, you continued to make dinner, not paying him any mind. He stood behind you for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests, burying his head into your neck. “I’m sorry y/n, really. I don’t appreciate you enough, you always take care of me. No one’s ever done that before. You’re not clingy, I’m losing my mind over two days without you. Please don’t be mad?” Sighing, you rolled your eyes at yourself for how fast you gave into him. Turning, you held your arms for him to fall into, his head drooping to your shoulder. Clutching you tightly, he relaxed when your fingers carded through his blonde locks.
“You were exceptionally mean to me you know,” you whispered. He nodded, hugging you tighter.
“I know. I love you though,” he offered. Chuckling, you kissed the side of his head.
“I love you too.”
“Enough to make me dinner?”
“Maybe not that much.” He looked up at you, pouting. Laughing, you pecked his jutted lips before conceding. “Okay fine.” He beamed, returning to his previous position of hugging you from behind as you made dinner for the two of you.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: repost from my old blog ; i wrote this months ago and it’s so bad and i don’t have the strength to read over it so y’all look the other way when there’s horrendous writing parts
✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔
Once again, the stinging reality that Midoriya was improving steadily, and he was falling behind was making Bakugou realize that things were not what he’d planned for them to be. It was difficult watching the helpless boy from his childhood slowly grow to outdo him, growing more and more closer with the very man that was his inspiration, while he seemed to be at a dead end.
Nothing Bakugou was doing was getting him where he wanted to be, and the frustration was bubbling over, and not even you could seem to help soothe the bitterness he was feeling. The final straw was when all of his classmates, including you, had left with their provisional licenses secured—save for Todoroki, but that did little to ease his conscience. It was like salt to the wound to watch you smile with glee at your results as he dealt with the aftershocks of his failure.
He wanted to be happy for you, he really did try to muster up a small smile just for you at your excitement, but anger was an all consuming feeling, and Bakugou couldn’t stop from feeling angry that slowly, he was becoming more and more prone to failing.
You could sense that the provisional license exam was a large blow to your boyfriend’s pride. You saw the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he offered you one, and the bus ride home didn’t consist of his usual quiet rambling that only you got to hear. Instead, he simple chose to look out the window, not moving or reacting when you rubbed his arm gently.
Bakugou was struggling internally, you could see that ever since he’d been rescued from the league. His ego had been painfully bruised, along with his self esteem. It was heartbreaking to watch him be so frustrated with himself, they guy who once carried himself so proudly was picking himself apart to try and find the flaws that you knew weren’t there. He was perfect, going through a bit of a rough patch, but he was perfect nonetheless in your eyes. So when you all reached back to campus and made your way to your dorms, you followed him into his, hands interlocked. He didn’t say much, his demeanor still quiet. It was only when you’d made it inside did you speak up.
“Baby, don’t let today beat you down too much, it’s okay—”
“I’m fine, y/n.” He cut you off as he made his way to his bed, collapsing down and laying with his arms behind his head as he stared up.
“I can see you’re not,” you started gently. He didn’t move. Coming forward, you sat next to him, hand beginning to stroke through his hair. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. “Katsuki talk to me.”
“Y/n, I told you I’m fine. I don’t need to talk to you like you’re my damn therapist.”
“No, but you should talk to me like you’re my boyfriend. There’s been a lot on your mind, I just wanna help get somethings off your chest, you—” suddenly, he sat up, pushing your hand off of his head. Glaring at you harshly, his breathing was heavy.
“Y/n, I said I don’t fucking want to talk! What did you not get from that? Stop acting like you get what’s going on and stop being so damn clingy, I’m trying to sit in peace okay?” You stared at him shocked, retracting your hand away. Blinking back tears, you slowly nodded, shuffling off of his bed.
“Okay. I’m… I’m sorry Katsuki. See you later,” you said quietly before exiting his room and closing the door behind you.
You avoided him for the most part the next day, coming in right before class began so you wouldn’t have to interact much while waiting for Aizawa to come in. Though he didn’t make a move to come up to you himself, you could sense his stare burning holes into you, waiting for you to acknowledge him.
And he knew yesterday was a bit uncalled for, and he also knew he had to apologize, but he wasn’t counting on you avoiding him. His hand itched to reach for your wrist, to pull you out of the room and speak with you, but he waited a bit longer, seeing if you were just late this morning and weren’t actually avoiding him. But you didn’t instantly walk beside him during today’s class activities, and you didn’t sit with him during lunch, and after class, when everyone went back to the dorms, you didn’t follow him up to his room, opting to sit and lounge with the rest of your classmates.
His mood turned increasingly sour throughout the day, not happy with the way you interacted with everyone around except him. Finally giving in, he sighed deeply before pulling out his phone.
Hey, where are you? Come up to my room (read)
Y/n seriously come on (read)
You haven’t spoken to me all day (read)
He slammed his phone down, seething in his bed. Slowly, his head dropped into his hands as he thought back to yesterday.
Clingy.
He’d called you clingy. It was almost funny considering the idea of you sitting next to him and playing with his hair sounded really nice right now, but of course things just never went accordingly. They never seemed to anymore for him. You were probably having a grand time with everyone else, away from his company. Suddenly, the image of you sitting in between Midoriya and Todoroki, or even Kaminari, or Sero, or that bastard Mineta flashed through his head, as he imagined you laughing with your head thrown back at something they’d said.
And once again, he was grasping his phone, spamming you with texts to come up to him room right now, to answer your damn texts. Eventually, after minutes of blowing your phone up, his door slammed open, you looking at him in pure rage. He only glared back.
“What in the world is your issue Katsuki?”
“Gee I wonder, you dumbass. Maybe it’s that you haven’t spoken to me all day huh?”
“Well maybe I wanted to let my boyfriend have his precious space since I’ve been so clingy as of late.” He sighed, running a hand over his face.
“Okay, I’m sorry I said that. Now come over here you moron.” But you stood in your place, eyebrow raised at his failed attempt to fix yesterday’s events.
“I was enjoying time with our classmates. I don’t particularly feel like coming ‘here’ Katsuki.” He glared at you further.
“Y/n, you haven’t ‘enjoyed time’ with me at all today. Stop being so damn stubborn and just get in here.”
“I don’t want to spend time with you.” He freezes a bit, staring at you incredulously. Finally, he laughed bitterly, standing up.
“Oh yeah? You don’t? Why are you with me then huh? Since you don’t wanna spend time with your own damn boyfriend.” Rolling your eyes, you shut the door behind you, stepping closer.
“You’re the one who blew up yesterday for saying like one sentence to you! I was just trying to help you, but you decided to be an asshole, and now I’m giving you what you want! Make up your damn mind!” He tugged at his hair, breathing heavily.
“Okay! And I said I’m sorry, what else do you want?”
“You can’t just say a half assed “sorry” after you snap at me like that and expect everything to be okay! That’s not enough!” It was dead silent for a moment before he turned away from you, collapsing onto his bed, hunching over his knees and glaring at the ground.
“Yeah nothing seems to be enough these days. No matter what I do,” he muttered bitterly. Waving you towards the door, he looked to the side. “Go on, go have a good time with everyone else.” And just like that, as much as you hated to admit, you heart ached to run a hand through his hair and place a soft kiss on his forehead. So, walking up to him slowly, you gave in. His arms instantly came to your waist tightly, pulling you into an embrace, face pressing into your stomach.
“Katsuki, things are getting a bit rough on you, I get that, you’ve been through a lot. But you’re bottling it up and snapping at the worst times. You can at least talk to me you know.” His fingers tightened around your shirt.
“Yeah, I know,” he whispered. Sighing, you rubbed over his shoulder with your free hand.
“Babe, you know you’re still doing a wonderful job right? You’ll make an exceptional hero, but you gotta start working on your attitude a bit, look where it led you in your exam.” He grunted, finally pulling his head out of your stomach.
“They were just being babies I wasn’t even that bad.” Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes at him.
“Katsuki you’ll never change.” Finally letting a bit of his usual self slip through, he smirked at you.
“Is that really so bad?” Once again, your eyes rolled.
“It’s the worst.” He laughed, finally giving you a soft smile—one only you got to see every so often.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.”
“Good. So then you’ll spend time in here than with the dumb extras. So sit down.” He was utterly the most tiring boy you’d ever met, but still, you climbed into bed with him, laying in his arms as you faced him. Leaning up, you kissed his cheek. Once more, he smirked.
“I knew you’d cave, you’re dumbass can’t go one day without me.”
“I still have texts of you blowing up my phone desperately pleading for my company.” Glaring at you, he reached over and flicked your forehead.
“I didn’t plead, you’re just an idiot. I demanded. I never plead for anything.” Laughing, you buried yourself into his chest, breathing in his scent as you lay there with him.
✿ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈
“Shoto, you haven’t said much all day, what’s wrong?” Sighing, he looked at you as you lay beside him, head resting on his arm.
“Nothing y/n, I’m fine.” You could tell something was indeed wrong. Your boyfriend was quiet, that was true, but Todoroki wasn’t normally as silent around you as he was right now, making you a bit concerned for the sudden change. The recent stress of juggling his studies and training and his extra classes to retry for his provisional license had left him a bit stressed, and today was not particularly his day.
After returning from today’s class with Bakugou, he was a bit on edge as you followed him up to his dorm, happily chatting about your afternoon and telling him stories of the encounters you’d had with the other students. Suddenly, your touch wasn’t as soothing, instead it was aggravating, and hearing you ramble wasn’t endearing, it was only making him more frustrated. All he wanted was to be left alone, to sit in peace as he caught a break from his now very hectic schedule.
“Sho, you’ve been much quieter than usual. Why’s that?” Once again, he sighed, this time slightly rolling his eyes. Pulling his arm from under you, he sat up.
“Y/n you haven’t left me alone all day today, is me being silent really that bad? I’m sure you’ve spent enough time with me today.” Looking at him confused, you sat up as well.
“We haven’t really spent a lot of time together recently. You’ve been super busy with your extra classes for your license so I thought today would be nice to spend together, we’re both free for the rest of the day.” Blinking at you, he spoke up after a moment, looking you dead in the eye.
“Y/n, you’re always really clingy. We’re in the same class, it’s not like we don’t see each other often.” Looking at him shocked, you felt your face heat up a bit in embarrassment. Feeling your heart sink, you thought back to your actions throughout the day. You didn’t think you’d been particularly clingy, not thinking that Todoroki may have needed space. Looking at your lap, you played with your fingers.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You could’ve just told me if you weren’t in the mood to hang out.”
“Well it’s not just now. There’s no need to always hold on to me in someway, I need space too okay?” He didn’t mean what he’d said in that last part, it didn’t hold any truth. He loved the affection you displayed, it gave him a sense of comfort he didn’t get quite often growing up, but the rising level of frustration from his stressful day had caused him to snap at you harsher than he should have. Flinching a bit at his tone, you nodded slowly.
“Okay, well uh… I’ll leave you alone then.” He nodded at you, watching as you gathered your belongings and left the room. You didn’t want to be a bother to him anymore, feeling guilty that you’d made him so uncomfortable through your affection. Deciding you’d try to be better about it so Todoroki wasn’t as irritated, the next few days consisted of much less interacting between the two of you. Though you missed his touch and the proximity that used to be between the two of you, you were at least satisfied that your boyfriend would be more comfortable.
Except he wasn’t. Todoroki Shoto was beyond unhappy, you hadn’t kissed him much at all in the last few days, you sat across from him at lunch instead of right beside him, you’d been interacting with everyone else more than him, and you hadn’t been speaking much, constantly glued to your phone during the few times you both were alone when he insisted he come up to your dorm.
He wanted you to pay more attention to him, but all you did was offer him small smiles and short answers to his attempts to spark a conversation. Feeling fed up, he crawled over to where you were sitting on your bed, sliding his way under your arms and in between your legs, laying his head on your chest. You stared down at him for a moment before continuing to scroll through your phone, your free hand sitting on the bed beside your legs instead of in his hair like usual. He was beginning to get increasingly upset.
“Y/n?”
“Yeah Sho?” He hesitated for a moment.
“Are you okay?” He felt you nod.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why? Are you okay?” Shrugging he slumped further into you.
“Yeah, I guess.” You only hummed in response, before continuing to like pictures through your feed. After a few moments, he began to have doubts. Had you begun to realize he wasn’t what you wanted? Was this your subtle way of hinting you’d gotten bored of him? The weight of thinking you had slowly begun to fall out of love with him was crushing, he didn’t want to let go of the one person who made him feel safe and valued. Looking up at you, he asked you the question that was beginning to fill his mind up with dread.
“Y/n?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you,” he said quietly.
“I love you too.” His heart sank. You didn’t kiss his forehead like you always did. Gripping your shirt tightly, he looked up.
“You promise?” Looking down at him, you began to frown, wondering where this was coming from. Finally, finally, you ran a hand through his hair, making him bury his head back into your chest.
“Yeah, I do promise. Where’s this coming from Sho?” Grabbing your other hand, he pulled it to lay on his back, giving you the signal to start rubbing it. Slowly, you did, waiting for his explanation.
“Why are you acting like this?” Looking at him confused, you tilted your head.
“Like what Shoto? What’s going on?” He looked up at you, eyes wide and sad.
“Like you don’t want me around.” Finally understanding, you cupped his cheeks, leaning in and giving him his long awaited kiss on the forehead.
“I was just giving you some more space, like you asked.” His face dropped even more before he buried it into your neck, laying fully on top of you.
“I’m sorry, I was just frustrated that day. I missed you the last few days.”
“Shoto, it’s okay, if I’m too overbearing for you sometimes you can tell me. I won’t coddle you as much.” He frowned at your words, guilt eating him up for making you feel like he didn’t enjoy your doting, and for saying something he didn’t mean solely because he’d been having a bad day. You always made him time for him and made him feel special, even on days he could tell you weren’t feeling the best. Slowly pulling his head out of your neck, he faced you, shaking his head.
“No, I’m sorry y/n, I really didn’t mean it. I just snapped, it was a rough day. I miss you being the way you were before, a lot. You’re not overbearing.” Feeling your heart swell a little, you scratched at his scalp gently, while your other hand ran over his back and shoulders.
“It’s okay Sho, I’m not mad. You can just tell me when you’re having a bad day and you want to be alone though, okay? I won’t mind if you need some time to yourself.” Nodding, he relaxed into you as you pulled a blanket over his form, kissing his forehead once more before finally paying more attention to him, softly telling him about your day.
✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒
Takami Keigo’s tired.
Poor thing’s been worked to the bone, down to his very last feather. And this week had been a particularly nastier one in a while, the public had been swarming him more, the media was exceptionally focused on him as of recent, and the undercover work coupled with typical hero work was more grueling than usual. All he wanted to do was collapse in bed and sleep away the stress that had pent up, to ease the tenseness in his muscles, and to forget about the rough week he’d been having.
He flew into his window, after a long unforgiving day of duties, looking forward to some time to himself. Only as he stepped in, he was greeted with a sight that usually made his heart skip two beats, but today, it made his demeanor even grumpier. Seeing you in his kitchen cooking a meal usually made him feel a sense of completeness, a feeling he’d longed for as a child, the domesticity was something that filled the holes and stitched the tears his childhood had left behind.
But for some reason, today he wasn’t too thrilled to see you. You being here meant having to spend time and energy with you, energy that he really didn’t have today. Walking over, he glanced at you wearily as you beamed happily at your boyfriend.
“Hi Kei! I’ve been waiting for you to get home. Go wash up, dinner will be ready in a bit.” Sighing deeply, he took off his coat, gloves, and goggles, setting them on his counter before rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.
“Y/n are you serious right now? Look I love you, but this is a bit much don’t you think?” Tilting your head in confusion, you glanced at the food on the stove.
“Oh, do you not like this dish? That’s okay, we can order something, or I can make something else if you wanna wait—”
“Y/n, I don’t have the energy for this,” he grumbled. Eyebrows furrowing further, you racked your brain for what he could mean.
“What do you mean Kei? Are you not hungry?” He shook his head, looking at you through narrowed eyes.
“I’m exhausted. You know that. I can’t have date night with you right now, I just wanna take a nap,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. Frowning, you tried to explain.
“Oh no, we’re not hav—”
“Y/n, I don’t have the energy to spend time with you right now. What are you not understanding? Can’t you see I’m about to fall asleep where I’m standing?”
“Kei, I’m not—” he cut you off yet again.
“God y/n, why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re so god damn clingy all the time like get a life! I have other things to do,” he spat at you, venom lacing his tone. Recoiling, you stared at him astounded before feeling your eyes start to water. Clearing your throat, you awkwardly nodded, quickly turning off the stove and gathering your things to leave.
“S-sorry Keigo,” you whispered before making your way out your apartment. You wiped away tears as you made your way to your own apartment, hurt by your boyfriend’s outburst. You knew this week had been a rough one for him, and you also knew he was tired and grumpy when he came home. Hoping to make a nice meal for him so he could eat something homemade and finally rest like he deserved, he’d quickly thrown the idea out the window, ruining your attempts to care for him through his bad attitude. Sniffling, you frowned, deciding that if it was alone time he wanted, it was alone time he’d get.
Evidently, Takami Keigo did not handle the silent treatment very well. He also did not handle no longer being the center of your attention very well either, absolutely losing his mind two days into your resolve. The first day consisted of his usual good morning texts and updates from his work, not really noticing you weren’t responding to him until later. He really began to realize that you weren’t answering when his phone calls went to voicemail, getting restless that he hadn’t heard from you. But the last straw was when not only had you ignored his offer to come over to his apartment, but you also didn’t answer his knocks at your window when he flew to your place.
Eventually, he was able to follow you into your apartment after catching sight of you outside doing errands, refusing to leave you alone till you gave him the attention he craved. Except now, he wasn’t whiny and bratty anymore, now he was beginning to get hurt over your insistence to ignore him.
Trying to kiss you, Keigo frowned when you dodged his lips. He pouted at the lack of attention sent his way.
“Y/n, come on, why won’t you speak to me?” Silence. “Baby? We haven’t spoken at all in the last two days, I miss you!” More silence. His wings drooped along with his shoulders and his heart plummeted. “Y/n? Don’t… don’t you miss me?” Nothing. You didn’t say a word as you continued to make dinner, enough for one, Keigo noted. Gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him, he looked at you heartbroken. “Y/n, what’s going on?” Looking at him with narrowed eyes, you tugged your wrist out of his grasp harshly, giving him a glare.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why are you being so god damn clingy?” Hurt flashed across his face.
“Wha—” oh. Now he remembered, you were upset over the not so nice words he’d snapped while he was exhausted.
“I came to your home trying to make you a meal so you could eat and relax, and you sat there, didn’t even let me explain, and called me clingy and told me to get a life. Well I got one, and clearly that’s not enough to make you happy either, so what do you want?” Looking at you sadly, he tried to grab your hands, face dropping when you didn’t allow him to.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude, I was just really tired. I didn’t really think before speaking.” Still not happy with him, you continued to make dinner, not paying him any mind. He stood behind you for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist despite your protests, burying his head into your neck. “I’m sorry y/n, really. I don’t appreciate you enough, you always take care of me. No one’s ever done that before. You’re not clingy, I’m losing my mind over two days without you. Please don’t be mad?” Sighing, you rolled your eyes at yourself for how fast you gave into him. Turning, you held your arms for him to fall into, his head drooping to your shoulder. Clutching you tightly, he relaxed when your fingers carded through his blonde locks.
“You were exceptionally mean to me you know,” you whispered. He nodded, hugging you tighter.
“I know. I love you though,” he offered. Chuckling, you kissed the side of his head.
“I love you too.”
“Enough to make me dinner?”
“Maybe not that much.” He looked up at you, pouting. Laughing, you pecked his jutted lips before conceding. “Okay fine.” He beamed, returning to his previous position of hugging you from behind as you made dinner for the two of you.
