Haii^^ i really really like your intimate writting, im asking if you could do one with middle school Katsuki Bakugo?? he's soo underrated!! It's totally fine if not!!
Hi! Omg of course (even though I HATE him) I'll be your fairy godmother 🥹✌
This is a one shot!!
NO SMUT!!
THEY ARE YOUNG AND INLOVE
I hate Bakugo Katsuki with a burning burning passion. I made him as cannon as I could, sorry!!
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Finally a nice calm school day. There wasnt much drama going on, the bell rings and the sun is out.
You eagerly pack your bag. The day couldn't be more perfect, maybe you could get some ice cream and a trip to the park maybe the duck's will be out too!
But before you could properly plan out what to do, your friend Natasha came running straight to you. Her face was drowned of any colour.
"Y/n!!"
"What?"
"Tame your dog down! He's beating some kid to death!"
"WHAT?!"
Great now that perfect "ice cream time" is splattered to the ground.
You immediately ran to the hallway where your boyfriend was beating up another kid.
He would normally get into fights but this one was bloody. Seeing the boy scramble while your boyfriend just beats the living shit out of the kid. Scary. But you're brave! Right?
Quickly you get between them, trying to break it up.
But next thing you see is his fist haulering straight your way. You brace for impact, seeing your great ancestors.
"Lancelot I love you."
You think about your cat at home but all that hits you is a wave of air instead of a booming fist.
He stopped. Last second, his eyes widening. He looked pissed, you close your eyes knowing your fucked.
Not caring about the boy, he dragged you to the empty locker room. He's never done that before, now there's no time to joke. He's actually angry.
"I told you to never get in between my fights! What if I accidentally punched you?!" He yelled angrily, then closed his eyes, murmuring his annoyance out into the room.
You held yourself by clasping your elbows with your palms. Taking a deep breath before retorting back.
"Why are you so worried about me?"
You take a risky step closer, the golden rule you knew with aggressive people was to never try add fire to fire. But you weren't the best with rules.
"Kats, you're literally bleeding as we speak because you let your emotions get ahead of you.. Again! I stepped in cause I didn't want to see my boyfriend spread more blood on the pavement. You know, It's not fun seeing you fight all the time!"
You spoke with pure concern as you watch the red run down his temple onto the cold floor.
But his face just twists in frustration, his bleeding knuckles clenching at his sides. He steps forward until you're nearly chest-to-chest, the scent of iron and anger thick between you.
"You think I care about this blood?"
He gestures violently at his split knuckles. "I care that my girlfriend acts like a goddamn target dummy!"
A muscle jumps in his jaw as he stares down at you, suddenly he grabs your hand.
"So can you-.. can you stop looking at me like that! Like I'm just some stray dog who needs patching up."
Oh he's doing it again. He's trying to charm his way out of this. He's done it before and to be fair, it's worked. But not today, today he's gone too far and with hesitation, you shake your head.
"No, I won't. If you're going to act like a blood thirsty dog, then I have no choice but to treat you like one."
You had to bite down on your lip to hold back certain vulgar words. Eyes burning back up at his, yet behind your fire was a concerned girlfriend.
"I can't stand seeing you covered in bruises each day. I don't care if you just see me scolding you again. But why do you do these things, huh? How can you ever be a Hero if you're constantly just fighting. God, you never use that head of yours to think. You just... You just used it to headbutt!"
You frowned up at him with words coming out before you could think, anger and stress pulling out of them.
Katsuki freezes for a second as he just stares down at you. Suddenly he barks out a sharp, humorless laugh. Blood drips from his knuckles onto the locker room floor between you.
"Think? You want me to think?"
He leans in so close his breath ghosts over your lips, voice dropping to something quiet.
"I think about how that little shit was running his mouth about you. I think about how fast my fist connects with teeth."
A beat of silence. His chest rises as he studies your face, seeing you almost back up causes something inside of him to twist and suddenly he turns away with a scowl, kicking an empty bench hard enough to send it clattering into lockers causing you to jump.
"...Fuck this. Fuck him. Fuck everything."
It's silent, it's quiet, the quiet that can suffocate somebody to death. His ragged breathing is the only noise filling the cold room. You turn to look at the lockers that now have dent.
Your body feels frozen with the thick tension now building up between you two.
"You know I love you Kats, I just hate seeing you hurt a-and the blood w-with bruises.."
You speak against the strain in your throat yet the words die out knowing that it'll only end up in another fight.
So with a sigh you take cautious steps closer and stand behind your bloody boyfriend. Before you can think, your arms slither around his torso from behind and gently hold his body.
"Thanks for defending me..."
He freezes at the touch, every muscle in his body tensing up before it melts under your touch. He sucks in a shaky breath, unable to deny how quickly you make the anger and tension and guilt just... simmer.
Your voice, your touch, he feels his shoulders trembling before he can stop it.
"I hate you.."
He mutters hoarsely, resting his forehead against the cool metal of the locker and shutting his eyes.
It takes all his willpower to not turn and fold you in his arms, hide his face in your neck and just break. But he has to be rough yet all he could think about was to be in your soft arms.
You see right through him. You know he's bullshitting, trying act tough. So with a light chuckle, you lean in and gently let your soft lips press against his shoulder blade.
"..don't say such silly things"
He exhales hard through his nose, almost a scoff.
"...Silly?"
His bloody knuckles flex once before he slowly turns in your arms, red eyes looking down on you with a small squint of a smile. His voice drapes low with a small snicker.
"You're the one hugging a guy covered in blood like it's nothing."
He pulls back just far enough to glare down at you with red-rimmed eyes then he drags you against him with an arm around your waist. The other hand lifts roughly toward his own split lip before freezing mid-air.
"Fucking hell...I'm making this worse."
Your fingers gently moved his jaw side-to-side, looking at the damage.
"Well they can't be that bad."
You pout your lips giving him a clear indication.
"You still wanna kiss me? Like this?"
His head dips just a fraction lower to bring him inches from your face.
"You have horrible taste."
You nodded without hesitation causing him to laugh lightly with you and let your palm now softly cup his cheek, trying to avoid any bruises and cuts as you did so.
"I know right?"
You whispered back at him like a little secret. Your lips in a giddy smile before he pressed his bloody mess into your soft bliss.
Katsuki lets out a sound something like a strangled groan the second your lips touch his.
He seems to be in heaven but all you can taste is the blood, you try keep the kiss for a couple of seconds before backing away and looked up at him with a disgusted tongue out.
"You taste horrible."
"Shut up."
He huffs, voice hoarse and thick as he suddenly wraps both arms around you, burying his face in your neck. You can't help but giggle feeling his breath tickle your neck.
"You're absolutely insane."
"Sure, Kats, sure."
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Heyy 👀 I'm wondering what you guys think of my fic. I lwk tried to make it as accurate as I could. Sorry if he's too mean!
I would VERY MUCH appreciate a like or repost or comment 👀👀👀
1) Valkos introduction had literally no impact on your main & your enjoyment for your main. You chose to make a big fit of it anyway because what? You don’t want the 6th LI? Cool that’s why it’s an otome game and you literally have five other options to choose from. Now you hoed all the women who were excited for valko & already planning to main him. Hoed yourself too without realizing it because:
2) Removing Valko is not a win for anyone, and this will be revealed eventually when plot holes appear- or you live in fear that your main will suddenly be deleted one day too, because what stops that from happening now? Seriously. Any controversy could kill them now, any crazy zayne or Sylus or rafayel main who launches hate campaigns against your LI actually has a chance of succeeding. The 6th LI was ALWAYS supposed to be there from the very beginning, there’s evidence of this in one of the most basic mechanics of the game- stellactrum. Not only are we missing the update to the main story we were promised to get, but now I’ll constantly live in doubt of just what fucking plot holes exist in the game now that a long-existent factor— Valko— is gone. The whole MS needs to be rewritten from here on and that will literally only cause more delay that yall were rioting about to begin with. Infold shares the same 3 brain cells as yall apparently
3) where the FUCK are the girlies who were threatening bullshit lawsuits against infold? I wanna see them now that infold has actually lied to all our fucking faces a few days ago releasing those statements and commenting about how rest assured Valko will stick around as a recurring LI. All this fake ass marketing. Lying coward asses
4) clearly only the CN opinion matters. Not even all the CN girlies btw- just the loud ass toxic ass crying ass baby ass fake lawyer ass racist ass girlies. Infold doesn’t give a fuck about any of us really but wow they just spat in the face of every single global player. I don’t know how the fuck they think raising all this hype, literally spending years on valko’s character and story- which is crucial to the general experience + integrity of the game like all the other LIs- and then wiping him is a good idea. Like oh cool that does fuck all. MS is still stuck where it’s at. And now as an added bonus you just lost the trust of all your global (and some CN) fans, betrayed your own fucking word and marketing (AGAIN WHERE IS THE LAWSUIT FOR THIS???!), and now we have to live with the reality that the story will always contain a Valko-shaped hole.
I want them to delete the yellow stellactrum too. Only makes sense right? Delete it no balls. I’m so dead ass. Get rid of everything, every mechanic, every hint, every variable in the game, that was meant to be there and existed solely for Valko. Fuck it even get rid of our fishie because he always existed with his foil in mind! Only makes sense.
5) it should be pretty obvious but I’ve unfollowed all of the love & deepspace platforms, and honestly my will to play this game has completely vanished in a cloud of smoke rn. Genuinely fuck them. Had just bought a whole bunch of shit in preparation for him, and my aurum pass is still active but I’ve uninstalled the game & will never spend a dime on their lying coward pandering asses ever again unless they bring him back. Doubt it tho because again, they only care about the toxic loud cn girls 🙂
valko pays for your claws nails so you'll scratch tf out of his back!
content: fem reader, scratching, blood from scratching, sex, piv, mating press, not proofread
wc: 860
a/n: there is no war in ba sing se. there is no valko cancellation. forget about him being nuked and read this.
your hands smooth over the muscular expanse of valko’s back, dull nails tracing the dips and curves. he shivers and pushes back into your fingers, purring slightly. he shuffles food around in the popping skillet, looking at you over his shoulder.
“i like your back.” you mumble and pepper kisses against it.
valko smirks and steps back, crowding you. “it’s looking a little bare, don’t you think?”
“mmm? looks fine to me.”
“it would look better than fine if someone marked it up.” he turns the skillet off and turns to face you, grabbing your hands and maneuvering them into a clawing gesture.
valko chuckles and ‘grrs’ for you, pretending like you’re some vicious predator.
you raise an eyebrow and look at your short nails. “won’t that hurt?”
he holds your nails in his palms and presses on the edge of them, feeling for the sharpness. “sweetheart, these wouldn’t even hurt a pup. you remember i’m a werewolf, riiight?” he smiles. “i’ve been scratched by newborns with longer claws.”
you hum and consider it. “well… even if i did want to scratch you, my nails would break before they got long enough.”
valko pats the tops of your hands and lets them go, going back to cooking. “i’ll pay for you to get acrylics. any shape, length, color you want- you could even get a design.”
“are you sure?” you ask skeptically. despite knowing that your boyfriend was rich rich, you still felt bad spending his money.
the very next day, you had long stiletto nails in a deep plum color.
valko was ecstatic when he saw them, but paused when he examined them further. you’d gotten his initials painted on your ring fingers- a suggestion from the nail artist. you’d been worried it was too much… what if valko didn’t like it?
…valko liked it. probably a little too much, considering how he was fucking you so deep into the memory foam mattress that you were sure your indentation would be there for years to come.
“nnghhhh!! ‘ko- shit!” you breathed out, gasping for air as his thick cock drilled against your cervix.
your nails pressed dully into his skin, not quite scratching or piercing the skin.
valko groaned and moved forward, pressing your knees fully beside your head into a deep mating press. “scratch me. dig your nails in- hmmmm.” he whined out.
you pressed down harder, raking your nails down the expanse of his back and raising the skin in red streaks.
“yes- fuck, perfect. harder, dig in harder, i know you’re strong. show me how strong you are.” valko’s breath hitched and he let out a pleased moan when you followed his instructions.
you whined and babbled incoherently about how good he felt, how deep he was in you while your nails left scratches on his back in every direction.
you mindlessly clawed at his skin, searching desperately for something to hold onto and he fucked you harder than you’d ever felt.
“s’ good.. such a good mate, so accommodating, scratching the shit out of me.” valko praises, voice gruff in your ear.
“mmhmmm.” you whine. he switches his angle ever so slightly, hitting upward and bullying the spot deep inside you that makes your vision white out.
you screech and dig your nails into his back hard, hard enough to make him groan and stutter.
“fuck! cumming- cu- shit, holy shit.” valko moans out, collapsing on top of you as he fills you the condom full of his thick cum.
you’re both in a hazy sort of bliss that only sex can give for a handful of minutes after. you’re only brought out of it when valko stands to go get a warm towel for you and your eyes meet his back- your canvas.
you gasp and sit up weakly. "valko!”
valko turns, on high alert and scanning the room. “what- what? fuck, don’t scare me like that-”
“your back is bleeding!” you interrupt, crawling towards him on shaky limbs.
valko pauses and reaches to touch his back, looking at his bloody fingers. “oh.”
“i’m so sorry- oh my god, i’m evil, i’m terrible!” you ramble, tears brimming your eyes.
when you look up at valko, he’s… smiling?! ear to ear, at that! “what the hell is the matter with you?! i injured you!” you yell, tossing a pillow at him in frustration.
valko smiles and walks to the edge of the bed, cradling your cheek with his clean hand. “you marked me up, just like every good mate should. here, take a picture for me.” he grabs his phone from the nightstand and hands it to you, turning around.
you open the camera and snap a picture, trying not to drool over it. you’d marked him up good- he had red streaks in all directions, blood trickling from most of them. weirdly, the sight made a new wetness form between your legs.
valko looked at the picture cleared his throat, a flush rising on his cheek. something else rose, right beside your face, thick and leaking pre again.
since that day, your nails were always done and valko’s back was always painted ruby red.
a/n: no one be sad!!!! everyone be happy!! valko lives on, i promiseeee yall everything will be okay. do you really think mama rhi would let anything happen to our valko? no!!
i think selfshippers who put other selfshippers down just bc they selfship in a diff way are so odd im ngl... like if you selfship as a hobby and dont take it seriously or dont view it as a "real" relationship, thats valid and fine!! you do you!!
but when these selfshippers put others down and say shit like "you shouldnt take this seriously as a relationship" "if i took my selfship that seriously it would be a little coocoo" etc etc.... it's weird.
if someone takes their selfship more seriously than you take yours and think of their f/o as a real partner, and treats it like a real relationship, as long as its done in a healthy way... it isnt hurting anyone. if the person is happy who are you to act superior?
like im tired of seeing the "oh i selfship but dont worry im not like THOSE selfshippers who treat it like its a real relationship"
you are not better bc you only treat your selfship as a fun hobby and nothing else.
and people who treat their selfship a bit more seriously and view it as a real relationship arent better than you either!
there is no "right" way to selfship.... we are all selfshippers. and however you do it is valid.
HEYYY so this is a PREQUEL of "Sero relief" like what happened on that day. Hint Hanta Sero believes you had DIED and this is his immediate reaction.
(I would really appreciate a like 🥹)
Warnings: Kind of graphic??
Angst with happy ending
Word count 2k
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Patrolling hours.
Possibly the most boring hours of Sero's life. Sure, it was exciting at first but after the 5th hour it would get soo damn boring.
Today there was there was no one committing any crime, maybe a couple of teenagers shoplifting but that's about it.
The lights reflected against his helmet as he stared down at the lit city. He's been looking for any dangerous figures for about three hours now, but it's getting late now, the sun's gone down and there's barely anyone outside.
Letting out a disappointing sigh, he dropped from the building and used his tape to glide through the city.
Cellophane hummed looking at the different restaurants, man he missed your cooking right now. Even if it was burnt to black.
Oh! Speaking about you, there you are, entering a grocery shop.
His mischievous grin grew on his face with an idea. Since no ones here, who's going to tell him he can't "check up" on his darling.
Cellophane lands on his feet a little rough. He walks up to the window, there you are, his charming, funny, cute lover. You're blissfully unaware from his gaze as you look at the sauce isle with your palm holding your cheek trying to figure out what you need.
He takes a moment to look at you, he can't see you perfectly but seeing your silhouette makes his chest feel tight and a giddy smile stretch his lips.
After a couple of seconds he shouts out your name through the glass. But you don't notice a first until a fly bothered your shoulder and suddenly you jerk your head to the side and make eye contact with him.
Cellophane chuckles to himself. You're so pretty, even when walking to the semi-blurred window makes his heart thump.
You push open the window slightly
"Yes?"
"Just wanted to say hi"
"You are?"
"Your handsome, humble, strong, amazing husband."
"I know but"
You bring your hands to his helmet and take it off him.
"That's Sero"
"Hehe you really miss this handsome face?"
"Yes"
He chuckles nervously at your forwardness, normally you add something or give him a small chuckle but you seemed a little off. Maybe you were cold? Could you have been sad?
Though before he can say anything about it, the radio rudely interrupted by a shake and calling out to Cellophane
"Ugh.. Fuck, 'm sorry babe I have to get this."
He lets out a sigh and places his palm to the cold window and blowing a playful kiss. You return with a cold smile.
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Using his tape he rushed to the location called on his radio. While he was gliding, he couldn't help but overthink that conversation, you were acting a little.. off and your voice seemed a little croaky. Were you sick? Were you mad at him?
But mid way through his thoughts, he felt another violent (annoying) shake. Usually it's a small "villain" who's just an edgy teenager crashing out. But by the sounds of it, it seems a lot more dangerous.
He used his tape to jump onto a building top. There he saw a familiar figure below.
Denki standing while another dark figure was lying down a few feet in front of him. In curiosity Sero swung down to Denki.
"This is what all the commotions about?"
"Well you came in a good time, prince charming. Where the hell were you, man?"
Sero scratched the back of his neck with a awkward groan
"Sorry man! I had to say hi to.. someone. But come on, you'd totally do the same for Jirou!"
The remark makes Denki giggle a little "Hehe okiii whateverrr,"
It's almost like high school again but they can't dwell on nostalgia right now.
Sero tries to run over to the man who was knocked-out but Denki calls out to him.
"Psst!!"
"??"
Denki just shakes his head almost warning him, but Sero doesn't think it through and continues to walk over.
The next thing he sees is a white beam of energy coming his way.
"What the-"
Luckily he dodges in just in time that it comes flying right above his head, any lower and it definitely would've done damage.
Taken by surprise he looks back at Denki who unfortunately got hit and kneels to the floor trying to adjust his breathing.
In shock by the sudden motion, Sero tries to use his tape to get the enemy but the man uses his light to hit Sero directly in the eyes, blinding him for a second. This causes Sero to stumble and shake his head, trying to clear his eye sight.
Unfortunately this is enough time for the man to get up and grab a weapon off the floor. He runs up to Sero with a metal bar, Sero's vision is blurry but he grunts and pulls up his fists.
Luckily because of training he's able to dodge some swings but once it does hit his sides he can already feel the bruises form.
However he continues being able to protect himself from the hard blows. It's hard to avoid some of the hits but Sero doesn't stop and the more he stays conscious, the more his visons starts to come back.
But a man can only take so many hits before he'll be hospitalized. So he looked around and a quick idea pops in his head.
He sticks his tape to a fallen piece of contrete and pulls back, it hits the man in the head causing him to fall to the ground but he is still conscious.
Taking this advantage, Sero takes his weapon and uses it to keep the man in a safe chokehold. The man slowly loses his train of thought but keeps on trying to shove his way through Sero's arms. Sero's able to keep still until he hears it.
"SERO!!!"
That's.. your voice.
Caught by surprise, he pops his head up instinctively.
"Babe?.."
He whispers out loud as he looks around for a you, but he shakes his head trying be professional again and trying not to get distracted.
"You forgot your helmet!!"
Fuck. There you are.
You're voice calling out to him in your favourite jacket with his helmet between your hands looking at him from a far.
God you're hard to ignore. But he has to concentrate with the the man clawing at his arms but when he catches your stare, he pauses for a moment and has to shout out to you
"It's okay, I've got this under control!! You should leave!!"
The man notices Sero's concern and gains a sick idea.
He raises his shaky hand and with the last breath of energy he shoots a ray of light to the top of the building you're standing at.
Concrete begins to crack above you before it starts coming away in boulders of rock.
"No.."
Sero's heart to plummets down to his stomach as he scrambles to get off the villain and starts sprinting straight to you're oblivious figure.
"Y/N RUN"
Sero is sprinting to you at full pace, trying to alert you of the danger above you. But you look so clueless, it's heartbreaking. But he doesn't stop, his heart his hammering right against his ribs.
He knows he can't use his tape to reach you, yet he still tries. He tries desperately with his vision starting to blur and breathing getting heavier. But He's getting so close, his tape can surely reach your body.
But it's no good.
Building pieces fall like an oncoming train, your face is all he sees before..
CRASHH.
The huge pieces of rock make a ear deafening noise of thumping and clashing.
But when all the fog of dirt fades away all he can stare at is the pile of contrete boulders where you were standing just at a couple second earlier.
It's dead quiet.
it's too quiet, it's the type of quiet that speaks for it's self. He can't even hear Denki shouting out his name. no. the ringing in his ears is deafening.
You just.. No. He doesnt even want to think of that possibility. He can't believe it. He won't.
"B-babe??.... Name??.."
His voice starts to shake as he stares at the cold stone that lays infront of him.
He starts to realize what just happened, he starts to notice the warm liquid that he doesn't want to imagine, now splattered along his body.
Slowly he presses his shaky palm against his torso and with a deep breath he looks down in horror
It's blood, it's your blood.
"Oh my god.."
His breath hitched in dread, he can feel the bile coming up his throat.
"No.."
He shakes his head in denial, his breathing picks up slowly getting more erratic as he takes a step back.
"no.. t-this"
Devastating tears ars streaming down his face as he chokes on his breathing.
"this wasn't s..supposed to happen..I.. I'm so sorry.."
His words barely come out in his tears, but when he sees your hand. He feels his legs almost instantly buckle. It's feels as if a truckload of emotions hit him all at once, his head has gone dizzy and his breath picking up speed.
Denki comes running behind him, catching him before he falls
"Hey, hey, what happened?"
Sero doesn't even speak, but Denki notices the rubble and blood infront of them.
"Holy shit." He whispers out almost in shock. "We.. We should go"
"Where is he.." Sero takes hard breaths as he stands back up with a small wobbly.
"I.. um.. I think we really should go"
"Denki."
Sero voice is coarse as he calls his name out. He grips to Denki's collar and pulls him closer.
Denki can see how devastated Sero is, his eyes are red and wet but there is a hint of fire as he grips onto the collar harder.
"Where. the. hell. is he."
Denki has never seen Sero this.. enraged nor felt so uneasy with him. It's scary. So with clear hesitation, Denki points with his thumb at the man crawling away.
Before he can speak Sero immediately used his tape to run straight to the man causing Denki to sigh and pull out his radio
"Fuck.."
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"FUCK!"
The man screams, feeling punch after kick to his beat-up body. Sero doesn't even say anything.
"IM SAID I'M SORRY GODDAMN I- UGH FUCK"
Sero kneels beside the man and punches him in the face again and again, he doesn't care for this man's pleads, how could he ever forgive anyone doing something so evil.
"How can you even look at yourself. You sick fuck."
Sero threatens the man with dried tears. He doesn't even give the man a chance to speak with each punch coming before the man can breath. Blood pouring down the man's nose and even some lost teeth sprawled on the floor.
"I-IT HURTS- I-IM SORRY"
"Keep on crying, see if I care!"
Sero punches him again before he hears someone calling his name.
"SERO"
Kirishima struggles to pull him back by his arms, Sero's back to Kirishima's stomach.
But Sero doesn't stop on trying to get his way back to the beat up man, he keeps on shuffling in Kirishima's arms as he shouts out to the man.
"I HATE YOU! She was everything to me and you're still fucking alive!"
"Sero relax!!"
"HOW CAN I? HE JUST KIL-"
"SERO, LOOK AT THE MAN."
With a grunt Sero looked down to the beat up villain, he was in a crimpled state, his nose definatly broken, coughed up blood with teeth sprawlled on the floor, a black eye and even some tape still around his neck.
Sero sucks in a deep breath starting to slowly calm down. With this Kirishima cautiously lets go.
"OW!"
The man yells as Sero kicks the man in the groin
"Okay! Never mind!!"
Kirishima speaks under his breath as he hardens to keep Sero in his arms.
"What even happened? I just got a call from Denki and now the police-"
"He killed y/n."
Kirishima freezes hearing Sero's defeated voice, he's never heard him so deflated.
"what?"
Sero scoffs with a shake in his throat. His voice both loud yet clearly distraught.
"She's DEAD! I-I couldn't save her, s-she was so fucking close and g-god! I'm u-useless I-I couldn't even s-save her."
"Sero.. I-"
"JUST LET ME KILL HIM."
Sero started to push against Kirishima's arms again somehow being able to pop out through using his tape.
Dropping straight to the man, Sero wraps his cold hands around the man's neck and begins to squeeze.
"SERO STOP!"
Kirishima yells trying to step forward just for the police to push him back and start to surround Sero.
But Sero doesn't stop as he yells at the man with furios tears run down his face and onto the man's face.
"JUST DIE ALREADY"
He doesn't care if they man's eyes look like their about to pop right out nor if he desperately chokes for air.
He's too busy thinking about... you, your beautiful smile, your laugh that makes him smile ear-to-ear, your love....all taken away by this devil.
"sero.."
"Sero."
"SERO"
"SERO!!"
Sero refuses to look up, completely engulfed by hate.
"YOUR WIFE IS ALIVE."
His fingers loosen just a fraction with his dark eyes widening. You're alive? He almost freezes upon hearing the words as they replay in his head.
Immediately he looks up to try find the source. Mina?
"What.."
He whispers out and finally sees Mina behind some of the officers yelling his name.
He breaths out and shoves himself off the limp villain. Getting up, he pushes through the crowd officers who look at him for a moment before quickly turning their attention the beat up villain.
Walking away, Sero talks privately with Mina, now far away from the man.
"She's alive?.."
His voice shakes slightly yet relief pouring out of his voice.
"Ehhhh well we don't exactly know.."
With this vague answer, he grunts and lets out a deep breath while gliding his hand through his hair in frustration.
"Well is it one or the other Mina"
"Okay okay, all I'm saying is that the paramedics discovered that the "blood" used was really just oil that turns red when in warm conditions."
At the news Sero blinks and finally feels like he doesn't have a fucking hippo on his chest anymore.
"So where is she now?"
"Does it look like I know?! She's probably home or somethin-"
Whoosh
"THANK YOU MINA!"
"aannd there he goes."
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Sero wished this was just another boring patrol day, he'd give anything to make sure you were safe.
You're all he can think about, your sweet voice when you're concerned for him, your soft touch, your scent that's addicting to him.
Sweat runs down his temples evening thinking about you, he swings by buildings back to the apartment you two share.
He's going as quickly as he can, desperately to just see you again and to feel your skin again his. He takes in a deep shaking breath and lets his eyes close for a moment as cold air hit's his body. He only pictures your face.
"Please be okay, mi amour.. please be safe.. my life."
He begs whispers against his wedding ring.
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NOTE: Hey I REALLY hope you enjoyed reading and I hope you genuinely read up to this part. Im SUPER curious on what your reaction and opinions are so DON'T BE SCARED TO COMMENT OR LIKE (PLS LIKE)
. . . in which you and SERO are left behind for the duration of summer break and have to find some kind of trouble to get into . . .
including but not limited to: friends to lovers, mutual pining, gender-neutral reader (no pronouns), brief non-sexual nudity, a little suggestive, 1 unserious suicide joke, u.a. college au (but it’s summer break), latino sero my king <3
🎫 now playing: swing lynn - harmless, last nite - the strokes, champagne coast - blood orange, kids - mgmt, summer girl - ian hugel, pool house - the backseat lovers, summerboy - lady gaga
it’s probably nearing a million degrees out (even though summer has barely begun), and you’re sitting in front of the fan staring at the most inactive group chat known to man.
seen by katsuki bakugou and five others.
if phones weren’t so expensive, you’d have thrown yours across the room by now.
movement, at long last! typing bubbles appear at the bottom of your screen, with sero’s photo icon attached. you wait. and wait. and wait…
men. you roll your eyes and click on the call icon instead.
“you type like a grandpa,” you say immediately upon hearing him pick up. hanta laughs.
“you didn’t give me five seconds to respond!”
“at least you were gonna,” you huff, irritation evident in your voice. you lean back to lay down, the hardwood floor blissfully cool on your sweaty back. “i know we’ve only been out of school for a week, but damn.”
“bored as hell?”
“as hell!” you exclaim your agreement. you heave a sigh, eyes wandering to your window where the sun is shining brightly through. “i know we made a whole bunch of plans to do stuff as a group this summer, but the thing is…well kaminari got dragged into visiting his relatives and kirishima and bakugou are on a trip together and mina…well, mina got a girlfriend. ‘nuff said.”
“so the two of us…?”
“are assed out.”
“utterly assed out,” he agrees. “‘pa la verga. hasta el chingado, even.”
both of you are quiet for another moment, nothing but the hum of summer bugs and telephone pole static to keep you company until hanta speaks again.
“well, i guess the two of us are gonna have to find some trouble to get into.”
the mischief in his voice makes you smile.
“this is a bad idea.”
it’s not that steep, you try reassure yourself (in vain) as you stare down the hill. it really isn’t, but with you and hanta on his (already battered) skateboard?
“this is a really bad idea.”
he grins, carefree as ever. “nah, it’ll be fun!”
his arm is steady around your waist as you both sit on the skateboard, inching closer to the hill’s slope. you’re halfway through a string of protests when hanta kicks off with a victorious cry that is immediately drowned out by your screams.
you don’t make it five feet before the skateboard swerves and you both go flying off in opposite directions, shrieking bloody murder, and land in a heap at the bottom of the hill.
you wait until the sky stops spinning before you lift your head. hanta looks about as wrecked as you feel.
“i told you this was a bad idea,” you grumble, propping yourself up on scraped elbows and wincing.
sero grins back, seemingly unbothered by the scrapes covering his body. “and i told you it’d be fun.”
you kick at him with sore legs and he rolls sluggishly, laughing in a daze as he slowly gets up to help you to your feet.
“c’mon, you can piggyback home.”
“hanta.”
he’s giving you that look, that one that means trouble.
“this is a bad idea.”
that’s becoming your catchphrase of the summer.
he’s still grinning, gaze fixed on the lake you two had stumbled upon during your late afternoon walk.
“i could go for a swim,” he says, like it’s nothing.
you cross your arms and deadpan. “you don’t know what’s in there!” you reply indignantly, gesturing at the lake. “what if it’s radioactive?”
this is obviously an exaggeration (it doesn’t look dirty, per se) but it’s not exactly a luxury swimming pool.
hanta laughs. “it’s not radioactive!”
“well, i don’t have my swimsuit,” you maintain stubbornly, further irritated by the sweat dripping down your neck.
hanta raises his eyebrows and his grin turns a little menacing as he looks you up and down. “no issue.”
“hanta! what if someone sees?!”
he shrugs. “we live in a suburban community and it’s the middle of summer, no one’s around.”
“i’m not getting in that water with you naked.”
“come onnn, if someone comes i promise i’ll cover you!” he insists, tugging on your sweaty palm.
you want to flip him off and keep walking but the wicked combination of the sweat still dripping down your neck, the bee that buzzes past your ear, and the almost adorable whining lilt to hanta’s voice has you caving with a huff.
“okay fine. but you get in first and don’t look until i’m in the water.”
he laughs again but he agrees. you turn your back while he strips (although he insists he doesn’t care if you see him or not), whooping as he takes to the water. you ensure his back is turned while you undress and hurry in after him, surprised by the refreshing cool of the lake.
hanta smiles again when you swim up to him, cheeks puffed and brow pinched.
“you better not be looking,” you warn.
“i’m not.”
and it’s true. his eyes are glued to yours, brown so deep it’s almost black. and still smiling. and not looking.
your cheeks begin to heat up and you splash water in his face to break his gaze, sputtering as he laughs and splashes back.
you two float around for a little while longer and scamper out once the sun begins to go down, trodding home in a stewing, soaking mess and laughing the whole way.
you know you should be asleep. it’s nearly four in the morning, all your lights are off and you’re in bed, face illuminated by the light of your phone. it’s fine, you tell yourself, you’ll go to bed soon, if you could just beat this level—
incoming call from: seronator 🖤
“i’m going to kill you.”
sero snorts on the other line. “perfect! i’m already outside.”
you jump out of bed and go to the window to find that hanta is, in fact, right under your window.
“what the hell are you doing here?” you demand into the phone in a whisper-yell. “it’s almost four!”
“couldn’t sleep,” he replies. “you gonna open the window or what?”
you flop back onto your bed and groan. “i hope you fall out of it.”
“aw, you know you don’t mean that,” he teases, somewhat breathless from climbing up. his face pops up in your window and you flip him off.
“i had almost beat that level,” you complain to him as he clambers through.
hanta plucks the phone from your hand, studying it carefully before his face lights up.
“i can knock this out for you in five minutes, sweetheart.”
five minutes end up being another two hours of you and sero huddled on your bed, your cheek squished against his bicep and his lip between his teeth as you watch him try in vain to beat that level.
you both cry out victoriously when he finally does it, before slapping a hand over your mouths when you remember where you are and what time it is. you stifle laughter into each other’s hands, trying desperately to be silent and hoping the buzz of the ceiling fan will cover it.
you finally think it’s time for bed when you hear your parents get up for work, collapsing back on your bed. it’s so hot that you sleep on top of your blankets, sero sleeping beside you on the floor in only his underwear. the rising sun peeks through your blinds to a chorus of your snores as the birds start to chirp their morning songs.
you poke at the foggy glass on the window and huff, pouting like a child whose recess has been cancelled.
“this blows.”
sero seems amused by your despondency, leaning in the open doorway and watching the august rain fall. “it’s not that bad.”
you stretch out on his couch, groaning loudly. “close the doooor, you’re letting all the humidity in.”
“no manches, it’s gonna be hot no matter what,” hanta replies, walking over and dragging you from the couch as you screech protest. “c’mon, we can play a board game or something.”
some movie plays idly in the background while you sit across from him, huffing as you land yourself in monopoly jail for the third time in forty minutes.
“hanta, this is what people do in an old home,” you complain, leaning back on your hands as you survey the board.
he laughs at your laments. “well, i guess this is just practice then,” he teases back.
“not for me. i’m planning on dying a majestic and heroic death on the battlefield,” you declare nobly. “and if not, then i’m goin’ off a bridge at sixty.”
“fine,” hanta snorts, “but only if i can come with. no way are you leaving me alone with bakugou until i die.”
“duh,” you laugh, leaning over to knock his shoulder gently. “that’s obviously the plan.”
if you had let yourself believe it, you’d see the lovesick smile on hanta’s face. instead, you duck your head and pick up the dice, grinning evilly as you shake them in your palm. “but not before i kick your ass at monopoly.”
the august heat is beginning to relent, the evening breeze cooling your skin as you sit with hanta on the front steps of his house.
today was a good day. you’d spent most of the day at the pool, swimming and lounging in the sun, then come back to the sero house for dinner because his mom was making enchiladas. it’s late in the day now, and you’re content to soak up the last of the evening sun on the porch with hanta.
your mind begins to wander, safe in the comforting quiet.
even though every day has felt as slow and dazed as honey dripping off the edge of toasted bread, your summer is fast coming up on its end.
you look over at hanta, at the orange sun setting behind him and the trees spotting the remaining sunlight across the ground, and the chalk drawings his siblings had left on the sidewalk and the initials you two had put beside them — it’s all so perfect.
and you…don’t want it to end.
you know nothing will change once you’re back in classes. you’re excited to meet back up with your other friends, to get back to business as usual, but…there’s a part of you that always wishes it could be summer forever. that it could be this summer forever, just you and hanta running wild all day and night.
it’s like he’s read your mind when he finally speaks, something quieter, softer than normal.
“hey.”
you look up. “yeah?”
“i don’t want this to sound fucked up, but…” he looks at you, almost shy in way you’ve never really seen (or at least never noticed), but still earnest and sincere and warm and caring and so very hanta. “i’m…glad everyone else had so much shit going on this summer, ‘least if it meant i got to hang out with you.”
his shoulder is warm when it bumps against yours. you relish the touch, the feel of him beside you, and smile down at your lap.
“yeah…”
it’s now or never, you think. do or die.
“hey.”
hanta looks up. “ah?”
“can i say something that i also don’t want to sound fucked up?”
“‘course.”
“i think that this summer i’ve fallen in love with you.”
you try to say it like it’s a fact, setting your shoulders as you lean back in your hands.
hanta stares at you a moment, like he’s still processing, before he bursts out in peals of beautiful laughter.
you could be angry with him for laughing at what could be a vulnerable confession, but this laughter is so infectious that you’re stifling giggles of your own. besides, this is hanta. there’s not an ounce of malice or ill will behind his laugh, or behind the brush of his knuckles against yours as you both fall back on the wooden planks in your laughing fit.
“why would that be fucked up?” he asks through a grin, once you’ve finally settled. you’re laying side-by-side, hands barely touching, shoulder blades pressed to the sun-warmed wood beneath. only your heads are turned to look at each other, and his dark hair falls into his obsidian eyes that spark when he looks at you (the same way he had been all summer).
“i don’t know,” you murmur, smile tugging at your lips. you muster up your courage and take his hand, giddy when he lets you. “what if it changes things?”
his fingers squeeze a little around yours. “it won’t.”
you exhale a little chuckle. “how do you know?”
“‘cause i’m in love with you. and nothing could change that.”
you turn so that you’re laying on your side, facing him completely. you hold his gaze steady, something like giddiness rising in your chest.
“promise?”
sero turns the same, leaning in close. his hands brush up your arms, toying with the strap of your tank top. “yeah, promise. we could just kiss sometimes and call it even.”
you grin, laugh bubbling up before you can help it. hanta smiles when you do, eyes crinkling in the corners as he watches you. he pushes the hair back from your face as you wind your arms around his neck, beaming.
“oh, is that all?”
he shrugs, smile matching yours. “yeah, sure. we’ll kiss, go on a few dates, bring denki along every now and again ‘cause he’ll be bored if we don’t—” you laugh at that. “—and, y’know…live happily ever after.”
“just like that?” you snort.
hanta beams. “just like that.”
you don’t care that the wooden floorboards are rigid against your hips, or that you shoulder just popped from laying on it. when you lean in to kiss him, it’s like nothing else matters.
you don’t even know how long you both lay there, twisted awkwardly as you kiss, blissfully unaware of hanta’s mom pulling his giggling siblings away from the window inside. and when you finally sit back up, there are marks and indents on your elbows and thighs from the wooden porch, but you pay them no mind, content to lean against hanta and watch the sun finally disappear from the sky.
the night air has a little chill to it, but you’re warm with hanta’s arms around you. “i don’t ever want this summer to end.”
“eh, i don’t know about the summer, but i’m sure as hell not goin’ anywhere,” he replies, flashing a grin.
your phones lie forgotten on the ground a few feet away, absolutely blowing up with messages from your friends about kirishima and bakugou’s return tomorrow, denki complaining that he’s stuck with his mean cousins another week longer, and mina spamming pictures of her and her girlfriend. neither of you are any the wiser, and you stay that way until there are more stars in the sky than you can count.
dividers by anitalenia and saradika-graphics — for my babies @bloomness and @elssero <33 biggest hanta girlies i know
NOTE!! This is my FIRST fanfic. This is a one shot and I REALLY hope you enjoy it. if there's any advice youd have to give me, please say it in comments and if you do enjoy it, I would like a heart 🥹. But I hope you enjoy this tiny piece.
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This is TIME SKIP
NO smut sorry (not sorry)
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Tonight is a calm night, there's no baby crying from upstairs, no crazy explosions nor loud screeches outside that cozy apartment block. Finally, a quiet night in this chaotic city.
There you are, in your kitchen moving your body lightly to the song that smooths in with the background. Tonight you tried a different recipe for your fortunate man, Hanta Sero.
Your hair was in a comfortably claw clip, the one that shows the smooth of your neck.
As you were getting the ingredients out of the cupboard you happen to discover an unfortunate situation, you had no more Teriyaki sauce, but there was no way you were going on a 25 minute walk in the COLD for some sauce, along with the fact your neighbour will probably try spark up another awkward conversation.
So in the comfort of your kitchen you, with your determined-tongue-that-sticks-out-the-corner-of your-lips, you try your best to go along with the way-too-fast YouTube tutorial only to find yourself having to throw the failed sauce down the drain again again and.. Again.
But for around the 6 or 7th time you finally get it to your taste.
As you dress the Salmon in the Teriyaki, you hum. Luckily today there was some strikes at your company, letting you off the hook and finally have a day off. But for your husband? He shouldn't be coming back until another two hours or three.
So with time on your hands, you wrap the Salmon in cling film and toss it in the fridge to marinate.
Mission.. kind of complete?? Now there's sauce allll over the kitchen counter, great, with a sigh you start washing your hands. SLAM
What the? You jump at the loud noise. Was that the door?
You shake your head, believing you were just hearing things since Hanta usually calls out to you, until you heard familiar fast and heavy footsteps.
But he wasn't supposed to come home this soon? You contemplate with your eyebrows knit together, quickly you dry your hands and turn around to be suddenly met with his figure.
Sero, catching his breath at the kitchen doorframe. His eyes were a soft pink, almost shaking with his hands clenched at his sides, he was almost hyperventilating his breathing was so rushed. His dark eyes had a scared gaze that glided from your bare feet to landing on your face, your beautiful messy face that makes his breath hitch from relief.
You still have a splotch of the Teriyaki you tried to wipe off your cheek, but he doesn't care.
The music has died down as thick silence filled the room with his doting gaze. Then finally after long seconds past, you notice some cuts and bruises on his face, his hero suit is almost ripped. His helmet is tossed behind him. He almost looks half beat up, so you take a cautious step to him.
"Hanta, are you alright?"
You ask with that voice, the voice he can't ignore, the caring and sweet voice. Then the way your eyebrows furrow of worry? Bless this man's soul, You have no idea what that does to him. It almost feels like his heart will break through his ribs with the constant pounding. All he can look at is you.
Though he doesn't say anything but his shoulders slightly drop and his hands now unwind.
"You're alive.."
He breathes out in relief with his soft smile now slowly appearing.
"Wha-"
Before you could even finish in a flash of a second you felt yourself be swept off the floor with those large hands wrapping around your waist as he spun you right off your feet.
"Oh my god, mi Amor! Oh you're alive, oh my love, you're here!!"
His voice is slightly strained as he spun you around. By the sudden movement you can't help but laugh in his arms and place your warm palms on his cold shoulders with a light shriek. Your laugh is all he needs to melt, seeing the way you shut your eyes and hold onto him, the gesture alone makes him nervously chuckle with your playful scream of laughter.
"Love stop I'm getting dizzyyy!!!"
You feel yourself steadily come to a stop then you open your eyes again. You were so confused as to why he was so early and.. happy? But when you looked down to face him, your eyes widened.
"Hanta, are you..crying?"
Sero who was in complete awe looking up at you, shook his head when he realised you were talking to him. To keep his composure, he tried to swallow the lump in his throat causing his Adam's apple to bob slightly, he was trying to seem so strong in front of you but all he could feel was the stinging of tears welling up against his better judgement. He carefully put you back on the wooden floor like glass but never let his hands leave your waist.
"I.. I"
He sighed out, not being able to think straight when his darling looked so sweet in front of him. His red eyes never leaving your concerned ones, he could feel himself crumble at every second. When he could feel your hands gently caress the tears off his face, his lip began trembling.
So in an act of surrender, he pulled you closer and his brought his lips to your palm, his other hand gently shaking on your warm body. He had a small sniffle and glided your soft palm to his cheek as he looked down at you
"I-I just missed my girl... that's all"
He mumbled, his breath shaky. You want to ask him more by the vague answer, but you know better after seeing his fatigued expression, so with a sigh you bring your arms around his neck and silently squeeze him. That's exactly what he needed, your embrace. His warm breath hitched as he immediately squeezed your body back, his arms lock you in as he slightly leaned down. His tired eyes began to close as he pressed his face against your shoulder and held you tightly. As a few second go by you can hear his soft sniffles before he moves his head on your shoulder, he mumbles with a wobbly voice.
"...This is nice."
"Yeah?.."
"Yeah.. Can we stay like this a bit more longer?"
"..Of course we can"
"I love you.."
"I love you more"
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Sero was tricked by a quirk that you, his beloved had died while he was patrolling his area and he was so scared that he left work immediately to you. Thank GOD you were there
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