Having suffered all your life, you suppose it's only fitting that you would die a painful death too. At first, you just accept it. You're relieved that the agony is finally over. But before long, you realize that you're not actually dead. Instead, you've been reborn into the world of My Hero Academia, your favorite anime of all time, and it feels like you finally have the chance to be happy. Something is strange, though. The characters aren't quite acting like themselves. It's subtle at first, but their behavior is different. Erratic. Unpredictable.
Is this really a fresh start, or have you been thrust into yet another living nightmare?
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Choso is deliberate about aftercare. He isn’t overly vocal, but the way he gently presses a damp cloth to your skin, adjusts the blankets, and holds you against his chest says everything. Expect long silences where he just stares at you and memorizes you, as if to reassure himself you’re still there.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On you: your neck. He loves the vulnerability of it, how he can feel the pulse beneath his lips, and the way you shiver when his breath ghosts over your skin.
On himself: his hands. He doesn’t often dress in a way that reveals much of his body, but his hands can always be seen, and they’re big, strong, and purposeful. He also just adores touching you. Without his hands, he wouldn’t be able to appreciate your softness in full, and he loves to intertwine his fingers with yours.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He doesn’t waste it. To Choso, intimacy is sacred. It’s a way of binding you to him. He prefers keeping you marked and claimed, so if you don’t allow him to finish inside of you, he’d definitely prefer to at least finish on you. Like on your breasts, your stomach, and (if you're okay with it) your face.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Choso has fantasized about keeping you shut away from the world, just so no one else can lay eyes on you. It’s not that he tries to be controlling, because he isn’t, but he’s so overcome with his love for you that it consumes his entire heart and soul. It’s just something he imagines at times, but it’s a shameful thought, so he’ll never admit to it, nor will he act on it either. It’s just the extent of his love for you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s not experienced at all, especially considering he was trapped, without being incarnated, as one of the Death Painting Wombs for so long. So, no, he hasn’t had any experience prior to being with you, but he learns quickly. He’s extremely observant, focused on making you feel as good as possible. It won’t take long for him to pick up on all your sweet spots, and what brings you to the most forceful climax.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Pretty much anything that allows him to watch your face during. Choso thrives on eye contact—seeing every subtle expression, every gasp, every single way you react to him. He enjoys missionary, and having you ride him, and he’ll also gladly pin you up against a wall. He doesn’t really have a favorite when it comes to positions, he just needs to be able to see your face. If you’re turned away from him during sex, he won’t enjoy it anywhere near as much.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s not goofy at all. Choso is serious almost to a fault, especially because sex is such a deeply intimate act, and a way for him to further connect to you. The rare times he softens, it’s subtle, like the corner of his mouth twitching, or a small exhale against your temple. He’ll offer small smiles, but it’s more about gentleness, not humor.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He keeps himself well-groomed. Not fully shaven, but trimmed, and yes, the carpet matches the drapes.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Choso is always extremely intimate. He treats sex as an extension of devotion, as a way to prove his loyalty and cement his bond with you. Every kiss and touch feels deliberate, and he never stops focusing on you, not even for a single moment. Even if you’re not overly intimate during sex yourself, he’ll be more than intimate enough for the both of you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn’t really masturbate, not often. He’s too restrained for that. But if he does, it’s only when thoughts of you overwhelm him. He’d obviously prefer to just have sex with you if he’s in the mood, but sometimes, when you’re not immediately nearby, and he feels a fierce longing for you, he’ll give in. It’s not something he likes to drag out, though. He’ll stroke himself in a hurry, muttering your name under his breath. And he’ll definitely await you impatiently.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
The thought always makes him blush, but he’s consumed by the idea of impregnating you. Not that he’d ever do it without your contest—of course he wouldn’t, on account of the circumstances of his own birth. But he loves you so deeply that he often fantasizes about having a child with you. He feels like it’d be further proof of the love you two share, and how amazing it would be for him to take care of a child, and give his baby the childhood he never had. Again, this is something he’d never do without your permission, but if you allow him, it’s one of the reasons he adores finishing inside of you. Even if you’re taking contraceptives to avoid getting pregnant, watching his seed drip out of you and knowing what it symbolizes makes shivers rip up and down his spine.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
It has to be in private. He won’t risk you being seen by others, and just the thought of you being exposed so intimately to someone else makes him feel immediately upset. His preference will always be quiet, secluded places—pretty much anywhere he can focus solely on you. He doesn’t actually have much of a preference for where that is, though, as long as it’s private. Whether you ask him to take you on the bed, in the living room, in the bathroom, he’s happy just to be pressed against you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Choso is driven by connection. Having spent so long defined by his duty to his brothers, intimacy is new and profound to him. What motivates him the most isn’t just lust— it’s the reassurance that you choose him, stay with him, and accept him for who he is. Every time you reach for him first, or whisper his name like it belongs only to you, it stirs something deep in him that keeps pulling him closer. He’s happy to initiate sex himself, but knowing that you want him just as badly as he wants you drives him absolutely mad with passion.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Anything that feels disrespectful. Choso doesn’t do degradation—not even in a casual sense—or flat-out mocking. He reveres you too much for that, and he’s also just a total sweetheart. He can’t even imagine himself saying such things, and doesn’t understand why anyone would ever like to be spoken to that way.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Choso prefers to give rather than receive, mainly because the number one thing he cares about is making you feel good. He’s always focused and precise as he laves his tongue over you. He wants to make you fully unravel, and just watching you squirm beneath him is arousing enough in itself.
He’ll happily receive as well, especially since he adores the feeling of your warm mouth wrapping around him, but still, he’ll always put your pleasure above his.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Choso’s pace is always measured and deliberate. He wants to make sure you feel every motion, every touch. Normally, he prefers to stay on the slower side, but with deep, passionate strokes. He’s very emotional though, and can get entranced by the moment, so if his possessiveness surges, his pace can turn a lot rougher without warning.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies aren’t really his style. He dislikes rushing something that feels so important. Unless it’s some kind of an emergency, like if he hasn’t seen you in ages and he’s too emotional to restrain himself, he’d much rather take his time.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Choso isn’t much of a risk-taker. He’s incredibly protective of you, sometimes even bordering on paranoid. He won’t do anything to even remotely endanger you, and he also hates the thought of doing anything semi-publicly. The fear of being caught doesn’t excite him, it just frustrates him, because he wants to be the only one who gets to see you in such an intimate light.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Very, very high. Don’t let his sleepy-eyed expression fool you—Choso’s endurance borders on inhuman (since he’s half-curse, after all), and he doesn’t tire easily. Not to mention that having sex with you is something he cherishes so much, he’d never lose interest midway or burn himself out too fast. If you want to stop, you’ll have to make that call, not him.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any toys, nor does he have any desire to own any. He feels as though they’re unnecessary, and is confident he can pleasure you himself. If you were to ask to use any toys on him, he’d politely refuse.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Choso doesn’t tease much, at least not in the playful sense. His version of teasing is dragging out the anticipation, making you squirm under his unrelenting gaze, and taking his time even when you might start to get impatient.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s quiet, but not silent. You can occasionally hear low groans, sharp exhales, and he loves to whisper your name pretty much every chance he gets. You can expect him to complement you in gentle mumbles. He’ll never miss an opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Choso has a fixation with your heartbeat. It grounds him, reassures him, reminds him you’re alive and his. He’ll sometimes press his ear to your chest or rest his fingers lightly against your pulse point, lingering there long after most would let go. In intimate moments, he even times his own breathing to yours, as if he’s trying to sync his body with yours completely. He’s not sure why, but feeling in tune with you reassures him, especially since he always worries he might end up losing you somehow.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s above average, almost 6.5 inches when fully erect, and slightly on the thicker side. His cock has a slight upward curve to it, which allows him to reach certain spots deep inside of you. His veins aren’t too prominent, but his skin is very fair, so when he gets swollen and on the verge of bursting, the redness is very, very noticeable.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive when it comes to you is practically constant. Choso is always yearning for you, no matter what. It’s not even just about the sex, but the intent and intimacy it carries, so he can’t help but long for it all the time. Even when you’re in his arms, he looks at you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. That intensity never fades. He’s respectful of your boundaries, but if you come on to him, there’s no chance he’ll ever refuse.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He does his best not to doze off too quickly, but just by looking at him, it’s quite obvious that he’s sleep-deprived. For a little while, he’ll bask in the afterglow and hold you in his arms, admiring your beauty and how impossibly soft you feel, but he’s more than likely to fall asleep before you. He just feels wholly content. His love for you soothes him, so after a deeply intimate moment, it’s kind of inevitable that he’ll pass out. But he really does try to stay awake for as long as possible. He always fails, but it’s the effort that counts.
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Even as the arena empties, you can hear the bass pounding in your ribs, and you can see the dazzling lights bursting behind your eyelids. It hasn’t been long since the Saja Boys surfaced, but already, they’ve taken the world by storm. In that sense, this concert was no different. They owned the stage while they were performing—sleek movements, sinful smirks, voices that tangled around your heart and squeezed until you couldn’t breathe. And Jinu…
God, Jinu.
The leader’s gaze had swept the crowd like a blade, cutting through thousands of screaming fans until, for one dizzying heartbeat, you’d convinced yourself he looked straight at you.
But as disappointing as it is to admit, you probably just imagined the whole thing.
Some time has passed since then. The night air is cold against your flushed cheeks as you finally filter out of the venue, your phone clutched in one hand, scrolling through blurry photos you took. Streetlamps hum overhead, casting pools of yellow light onto the nearly empty sidewalk. You took your time leaving because you didn’t want to get swept up in all the crowds. It’s always easier not to have to deal with the hassle. You appreciate the peace and tranquility, now that everything’s dying down. The streets are even quieter than you expected.
For a while, you just walk, then walk even more, and walk longer still. You booked a hotel nearby so you wouldn’t have to make a long commute home. Also, you prefer walking over taking the subway. The fresh air does you good. It gives you time to get lost in your thoughts, daydreaming over the fact that you actually got to see the Saja Boys in person.
If you thought that was exciting, though, then clearly, you couldn’t even begin to prepare yourself for what was about to happen next.
It occurs within the blink of an eye, really. You just turn a corner, and all of a sudden—he’s there.
The leader of the Saja Boys, Jinu.
He stands ever-so-slightly turned away from you, hands in the pockets of his black jacket, head tilted downwards. But it doesn’t matter if he’s not looking directly at you. It’s him. You know it’s him, and there’s no way you’d ever mistake him for someone else.
Your breath catches in your throat. “J-Jinu?”
There’s no response, but he tilts his head towards you, just a bit, and without a doubt, it is him.
“Oh my God, I just saw you!” you laugh nervously, taking a half-step closer. “You were amazing up there. I didn’t think—I mean, wow, you’re just here? On the street? S-Sorry if I’m being annoying. I’m just, um, a really big fan…”
He doesn’t answer right away. You briefly cringe at yourself, worried that perhaps you came on too strong, even though you’re mindful of keeping your distance, but fortunately, he doesn’t look all that upset. His lips even twitch into something that could be a smile.
Except, for whatever reason, there’s no warmth in it.
“You’re alone,” he says simply.
Your pulse skips. Something in his tone sends a ripple of unease through your excitement, but you push it down. “Yeah, I… I came to the concert by myself. I couldn’t find anyone else who was free to go with me tonight. And I waited for everyone else to leave first because it’s just less stressful that way. Anyway, I-I hope I’m not bothering you. I just have so much respect for you, and the other Saja Boys as well. I honestly can’t believe this is happening.”
Jinu still doesn’t quite respond. Instead, he takes a step toward you. His gaze slides over your face, your trembling hands, and the way your breath condenses in the cold air.
“You shouldn’t wander alone at night,” he says softly. Almost gently. Almost.
And then he’s in front of you.
You don’t even see him move—one second there’s a meter between you, the next he’s close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body. His scent is sharp and clean, but threaded with something darker, metallic, that you can’t quite put into words.
“What—?”
The question dies in your throat as his hand shoots out, fingers curling around your chin. He tilts your face up. His eyes are different now. Pupils blown wide open, irises catching an unnatural gleam, similar to molten gold.
You can feel your heart pounding against your ribs. “J-Jinu…?”
“I could take it,” he mumbles. His voice is as soft as velvet, and yet, colder than steel. “It’d be so easy, too. You shouldn’t have been all by yourself, especially not at night. Bad things happen when there’s no one around to help.”
The atmosphere drops so forcefully you almost hear it crack. All of a sudden, the air around you feels heavy, pressing in, stealing your breath. There’s a faint glow coming from your chest, and you’re not sure why, but it seems to rise up from deep inside of you, making you feel fainter by the second.
Your instincts scream to run, but your legs are rooted, and you feel horribly, unspeakably weak. Tears blur your vision, hot and unbidden, spilling over your lashes as you start to tremble uncontrollably.
Perhaps something about your terror-stricken expression gets through to him, because just like that, Jinu stops.
His grip on your chin loosens. He pulls his hand back, away from your chest, and the glowing light desists at that same very moment. His brows even knit together, and for a long, unbearable moment he just stares at you, at the wet streaks staining your cheeks, and the way your shoulders quake.
The golden light in his eyes finally dims.
“…go,” he just mutters.
You blink, more tears spilling over. “I… w-what?”
“Just go,” he repeats, jaw tightening. “Before I change my mind.”
You stumble back, adrenaline spiking—and then you’re running.
You’re running fast, faster than ever before, feet pounding against the pavement, lungs burning. You don’t even look back. You just met Jinu, your idol, for the very first time, yet you don’t hesitate to escape from him, not even for a moment.
What you don’t see, however, is the way he watches you disappear into the night. His expression remains unreadable for the most part, perhaps even a touch conflicted, but there’s something more to it. Something that lurks beneath.
It’s the faintest trace of a smile tugging at his mouth.
Several days have passed, and during that time, you’ve not only struggled to wrap your head around what just happened, but also, things have been… strange.
And you’re pretty sure it’s not just paranoia.
To start, you don’t understand what the hell that was all about. It was such a strange, frightening feeling. When Jinu grabbed you by the face and your entire body began to crumple on the spot. The intent was sinister, undeniably. But what are you supposed to say? Go around posting about how he nearly assaulted you? Assuming that’s even what he was trying to do?
It wouldn’t make a difference. His fans will defend him endlessly, and even you still can’t quite believe it yourself. That just definitely didn’t seem like the Jinu you know and love. The polite, charming leader of the group you’ve been supporting all this time. He looked like a different person altogether at that moment.
He almost felt… demonic.
More importantly, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched these days. It was subtle at first, but the longer it dragged on, the harder it became to ignore.
Sometimes, you notice the same tall man in a baseball cap two blocks behind you on your way to work, even though his face is hidden behind a dust mask. Sometimes, you catch a flash of dark eyes in the reflection of a shop window. And there are even moments when you hear footsteps on the stairs outside your apartment at two in the morning, only for the hallway to be empty when you check.
But deep down, you know.
And you’re terrified, because something is clearly wrong.
The night is quiet when it happens. You’re lying in bed, scrolling through your phone, when a faint sound can be heard from your living room. Your head snaps up. You live alone. All of the doors and windows are locked, and yet, you swear those were footsteps just now.
Instinctively, your finger moves to dial the emergency line, and you consider screaming—but the scream dies out in the back of your throat.
Because in a flash of magenta smoke, once again, he’s there.
Jinu.
“Don’t make any noise,” he just says, but you wouldn’t have been able to anyway, because his hand is already clamped over your mouth. You feel him shift beside you, arms fully entrapping you from behind. Then, his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “Relax. If I was going to kill you, I would have done it already.”
His words do the exact opposite of reassuring you. Your eyes brim with tears, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s far too strong for you to escape. In fact, you’d go as far as to call his strength inhumane.
For a while, you did think that the Saja Boys, Jinu especially, were almost too good to be true. Their beauty seemed practically unattainable, and the speed at which they were performing and advertising their music was worrisome, to be honest. But you just assumed they were remarkably hard workers. That’s all.
It seems as though you didn’t even know the half of it.
“I’m not going to kill you,” Jinu says again, but he clutches you tighter—most likely as a warning. “But I can’t let you go either. You saw too much. That was my bad. I hesitated, instead of finishing the job. Don’t take this personally, alright? Just stay calm and listen to me. Everything will be okay.”
One of Jinu’s hands, the one that isn’t clamped over your mouth, slowly works its way up the front of your shirt. He isn’t quite touching you; more so gliding across your clothing, and he pauses for a moment, palm outstretched right in front of your chest.
He shifts again, and you can feel his lips curving into a smile against the back of your neck.
“You’re lucky. I’m not really supposed to be doing this, but for some reason… I don’t really feel like letting anyone else have your soul. So, you can hold onto it for now. Just as long as you listen and don’t act out. You said you were my fan, right? In that case, this should be fine.”
…no. There’s nothing fine about this situation. Not even the slightest bit.
But perhaps it’s meant to appease your nerves a bit, or maybe it’s so that he can send your mind even more into disarray, because suddenly, Jinu tilts your head towards you and presses his lips against yours.
The kiss only lasts a moment, but it’s enough.
Enough for this sinful, manipulative game to begin.
“Let’s just keep what happened a few days ago between us, okay?” Jinu smiles. “It’ll be a little secret. Just ours.”
A few more tears roll down your cheeks, and even now, you’re terrified. So terrified. Of him, of the unknown, of whatever supernatural element is at play here, and yet…
You still can’t resist.
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summary: shigaraki isn't paying attention to you, so you decide to suck him off while he plays video games.
tags: explicit, fem!reader
“Tomura, are you still not done yet?” you whine. “I’ve been waiting forever.”
Shigaraki barely even spares you a glance, too focused on mashing the buttons of his controller and staring at the TV without blinking.
“Almost,” he says. “I’m trying to finish this level.”
That’s what he’s been saying for the past hour, and if it’s up to him, he’ll probably be playing those stupid games for the rest of the night.
You press your lips together. Fine, then. If he keeps refusing to pay attention to you, you’re just going to have to make him pay attention.
Shigaraki doesn’t realize what’s happening at first. He’s too immersed in the game, brows furrowed as he masterfully presses buttons and controls his character with ease. This level is pretty damn difficult. He’s been trying to beat it for ages now, and it doesn’t help that it goes on for fucking ever.
Tonight is the night he’ll beat it, though. He’s already made up his mind.
Well, that was the plan, anyways.
“...the hell are you doing?”
Shigaraki finally notices that you’ve dropped to your knees in front of him. You’re keeping your head low, and he can still see the screen of the TV, but he feels you running your hands over his thighs and slowly inching them towards the waistband of his pants.
“Nothing,” you reply sweetly. “It’s fine. Keep playing your game.”
He has every intention of doing that. Still, he can’t help but frown. Are you trying to do what he thinks you are? Do you really think you’ll be able to distract him like that?
“I’m beating this level,” he states, but already, he can hear his voice wavering a bit.
Shigaraki redirects his attention to the TV, and he resists the urge to glance down when he feels you start stroking his cock through his pants. You’re gentle at first, only applying a small amount of pressure, but gradually, you start gripping him harder, pumping him through the thick fabric and making blood rush to all the right places.
He’s fully erect now, and you waste no time in letting his cock spring free.
Shigaraki lets out a silent hiss. You’re still stroking him, except now he can feel your skin in direct contact with his. It feels so good how you’re pumping the shaft of his cock. Fuck. It feels really, really good.
Still, he refuses to lose focus. He said he was going to beat this level, and that’s exactly what he’s going to do. This is just an extra challenge, that’s all. If anything, it’ll make his inevitable victory even more impressive.
Shigaraki pauses for a few moments to compose himself. Yeah. He can do this.
But then you take his cock into your mouth.
“Sh-Shit!”
He outright moans this time, and he feels you chuckle softly in response. The vibrations of your throat pulse against his cock, and it amplifies the pleasure tenfold.
“Wait,” Shigaraki gasps. “Actually... hold on a second. I really need to finish this level first. I need to—”
You ignore him, just like he ignored you for the better portion of the night. Delighted to finally elicit some kind of reaction out of him, you run your tongue over the drooling slit at the head of his cock, then pucker your lips together and suck in hard. Shigaraki mutters a quiet curse as you then loosen your jaw a bit more, only to plunge headfirst and deepthroat him.
“Oh, fuck.”
He’s still holding onto the controller, just barely. His fingers are pushing the buttons in a sloppy, uncoordinated fashion now, and even though it looks like he’s trying to keep staring at the screen, he can’t help but steal glances at you every so often.
Eventually, the controller falls from his hands, and as you stare up into his deep red eyes, you realize that you finally, finally have his undivided attention.
You moan softly, bobbing your head and sucking him at a steady rhythm. His cock tastes so good. You’re convinced you’ll never be able to get enough of it.
“That’s good,” Shigaraki breathes, running his fingers through your hair. “Yeah—ugh. That’s really, really good...”
His praise motivates you to try even harder, and you gag as you force yourself to take him all the way in, letting his cock bottom out against the back of your throat. Shigaraki moans again, and you don’t dare to break eye contact, despite the prickly tears that are forming.
“Take it,” Shigaraki gasps. He’s careful not to use all five of his fingers, then grabs the back of your head and starts guiding your face up and down the length of his cock. You don’t attempt to struggle, even though his pace is difficult to keep up with. You choke and gag, drowning in saliva and tears, but knowing that you’re making him feel good makes you feel good.
“I love seeing your cute mouth stuffed full with my cock,” Shigaraki says. He licks his lips in delight, a crude grin stretching across his features. “Fuck yeah. You’re so hot. You’re gonna make me cum.”
He’s pretty much fucking your face at this point, and instead of trying to fight it, you forfeit all control and let him use you as he pleases. Your throat aches and burns from how relentlessly he keeps pounding his cock in, but god, it feels fucking amazing.
“I’m about to cum,” Shigaraki pants. His thrusts are getting sloppier by the second, and a soft little whine even leaves his lips. “Shit, I’m... I’m coming!”
He busts his load right into your mouth, and you moan in delight, greedily slurping up all the thick ropes of cum. There’s almost too much to contain, but you refuse to let any of it go to waste, so you stay there obediently and choke it all down.
After a few more moments, Shigaraki’s convulsions stop, and he tucks his cock away, then slumps back onto the couch, utterly spent.
“Thanks for the meal,” you grin.
He lets out a heavy sigh. “Goddammit, [Name]. You’re such a needy little slut."
“But you love it.”
“...yeah,” he admits, cracking a grin. “I sure do.”
“Are you going to keep playing your game?” you ask innocently, even though you already know the answer.
Shigaraki pretends to ponder it for a few moments, then shakes his head. “Nah. I guess I don’t have to beat it tonight. It can wait. More importantly...”
He shoves you down onto the couch, then grabs you by the thighs and spreads your legs apart. His red eyes are glinting with mischief, arousal, and just the slightest hint of sadism.
“Right now, I kind of just want to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI | MEMORY LOSS
Katsuki thought he’d lost you for good. The sight of you covered in blood, eyes squeezed shut, and barely even breathing... it was almost too much to bear. If he couldn’t even protect the person he loved most, then how the fuck could he call himself a hero?
But against all odds, you survived. The universe decided to have mercy this time, even though he’d failed to protect you. He’d fucked up, and the guilt would follow him forever, but at least he was being granted a second chance.
Unfortunately, your life had come at no small price.
“I have to warn you, Bakugou,” the doctor frowns. “She’s... different now. All of the healing and surgery have taken care of her life-threatening injuries, but she suffered severe head trauma, and it’s put her in a state of disorientation.”
Katsuki clenches his jaw. “What are you trying to say? I know it’s gonna take her a while to recover. It’s not like I expect her to be up and running right away. As long as she’s safe—”
“I’m referring to her brain. Well, more specifically, her memories. We did an initial screening, and it’s quite clear that she’s suffering from amnesia.” The doctor offers a sympathetic smile. “I just wanted you to know, so that you can prepare yourself.”
“...oh.”
Katsuki doesn’t know what else to say. Really, what can he say? You’re alive. That simple fact alone is worthy of celebration. He's just grateful that you’re still here, living and breathing. He doesn’t have to say goodbye to you. He’ll never, ever be ready to say goodbye to you.
“This is still a very early diagnosis,” the doctor reassures. “Following a traumatic event, some patients suffer memory loss for a few days, weeks, or in rarer cases, months, but it’s not guaranteed to be permanent. In fact, temporary amnesia is far more common. It just takes a while for the brain to repair itself.”
“I get it,” Katsuki nods. Right. It’s all going to be fine. You’ve just come out of a life-threatening battle, so it’s no wonder if your mind is in disarray.
There’s no need to panic. Katsuki loves you, and you love him.
As long as you’re together, whatever it is, you’ll get through it.
“If you’re ready, then you’re welcome to go see her now,” the doctor encourages.
Katsuki doesn’t need to be told twice. He steps into the hospital room without sparing a breath, and sure enough, there you are. Sweet, lovely [Name]. The love of his life, all covered in bandages, but looking just as beautiful as always.
Katsuki swallows his tears. He already cried his heart out when he first thought you were a goner, and he cried even more while you were in intensive care. There’s no point in crying anymore, not when you’re alive and well. Seeing him with a weak, broken expression won’t do you any good.
For your sake, he needs to be strong.
“[Name],” Katsuki mumbles. He walks over to your bedside and pulls out a chair so he can sit close. He isn’t normally much of a smiler, but being next to you like this—something he thought he’d never be able to do again—makes his lips curl up at the sides and tremble in relief.
You’re alive. Your injuries have been healed, for the most part, and there won’t be any lasting damage. There’s no reason why you won’t be able to keep enjoying life, just as you've done up until now.
Overwhelmed with emotion and the desire to feel the warmth of your skin against his, Katsuki reaches out to grab your hand.
You recoil immediately, and in that moment, Katsuki’s heart shatters.
“Sorry,” you swallow. “Um. I don’t... I don’t know who you are.”
He feels like he’s about to throw up. The doctor mentioned amnesia. He did mention amnesia. But... isn’t this way too extreme? This is like the kind of stuff that happens in movies, or when elderly patients are in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s.
You blink, searching his expression for a clue. “I’m sorry,” you frown. “I feel like I should know you. It sounds like you know me. But it’s just hard. It feels like my head is all foggy. I’m really, really sorry...”
And then you start crying. You cry and cry, even though you can’t possibly be to blame, and all the while, Katsuki is helpless to do anything but watch.
“It’s not—” He swallows hard, wiping his eyes so that he doesn’t start crying too. “I-It’s okay,” he chokes out. “It’s not your fault, [Name]. I’m Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki. Does that name sound familiar at all? It’ll come back to you. I promise it will.”
“I don’t know,” you sob. “I don’t know. I just don’t know...”
He’s never wanted to hug you more in his entire life, but how can he? From your perspective, he’s nothing more than a stranger. You wouldn’t even let him hold your hand. All of those years spent together, all of those incredible memories you’d shared... they’re gone. Just like that.
“It’s not your fault,” Katsuki mumbles brokenly.
He says it again and again, but he’s not even sure you hear him over the sound of your own cries.
The past few months have been the hardest of Katsuki’s entire life, and regretfully, the days ahead aren’t going to get any easier.
Your amnesia is permanent. Or, at the very least, the odds of you making a recovery at this point are so small they may as well be zero.
Katsuki isn’t the only person you’ve forgotten. You forgot a good chunk of the classmates you went to U.A with, major life events, and even certain encounters with villains—including the very incident that nearly claimed your life. The doctor said it’s very common for traumatic events to be forgotten, and while Katsuki is glad that you don’t have to remember something so horrible, why did you have to forget all the good stuff too?
It’s just not fair. Katsuki knows he should be grateful. He still gets to see your pretty, smiling face, he still gets to talk to you and hear you laugh from time to time. None of that would have been possible if the doctors hadn’t fought tooth and nail to save your life. At least you’re still young, your body is in healthy, functional shape, and the personality he fell for is still largely unchanged.
Katsuki doesn’t want to complain. He doesn’t want to take what he still has for granted.
But it just really fucking hurts.
He hasn’t been able to hold you in months. He hasn’t been able to kiss you either. Even though he’s told you that the two of you used to date, you’ve forgotten all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. It’s taken time for you to let your guard down, especially since everything’s so difficult to make sense of.
You’re friends. At the very least, Katsuki is still a part of your life. But every time he cracks an inside joke or accidentally makes a reference to something that happened in the past, and he sees the confused look in your eyes, a part of him breaks.
Still, he refuses to stop trying. He’ll never stop trying. The doctors said that certain memories can trigger other ones, and in rare cases, even patients with severe memory loss were able to make a miraculous recovery.
Katsuki never used to be the type of person to hold out hope for a miracle, but nowadays, it’s all he ever wishes for.
“It’s pretty here,” you say, sighing happily. Your gaze flickers towards the beach’s shoreline, and you admire the gentle, rippling waves as the sun descends through the sky.
Katsuki just stares at you. “You’re prettier,” he replies.
“Oh, pfft,” you brush off. “Quit hitting on me.”
He wants to do more than just hit on you. He wants you wrap his arms around you and slam his lips against yours, meeting you in the most desperate, passionate kiss he can muster. If it was up to him, the two of you would already be rolling around in the sand right now, bodies pressed together so close that you could feel each other’s heartbeat.
But he can’t. You’re not ready yet. You’re not ready, and... you’ve forgotten. You’ve forgotten the happiest moments of his life.
So, he’ll wait. There’s nothing else he can do but wait. Starting over from the beginning is painful and gut-wrenching. It’s an endless cycle of despair. You might never remember. There’s a chance you might not even fall in love with him again.
But at least you’re alive. At least you’re here with him right now.
Katsuki will never stop trying, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how much he cries. He’ll form new memories with you, and even if those disappear one day too...
Can we get a scenario for Shigaraki with a healer girlfriend that always fusses over him when he gets injured?? And he tries to play it off like it's no big deal but he secretly loves being spoiled by her
The moment Shigaraki gets back to the hideout, he is greeted by your wide-eyed, panicked expression.
“Tomura!” you cry out, rushing over to him. “What... what happened? You’re hurt!”
Granted, you’re not wrong. Part of his clothing has been torn up, and there are noticeable gashes on his skin peeking through the frayed fabric. He's taken enough damage that he's even walking with a bit of a limp, and he has to admit that it’s a pain in the ass.
Despite all that, Shigaraki just shrugs in response.
“I’m fine,” he dismisses. “Just let my guard down for a bit. Don’t worry. The other guys are dead, so in comparison, they barely did anything to me.”
You puff out your cheeks, and even though he knows you’re worried, you’re so goddamn cute that it’s kind of hard to take you seriously.
“Just because you’re strong doesn’t mean you don’t need to take care of yourself,” you chastise him.
Shigaraki shrugs again. “It’s no big deal. I barely even feel anything.”
That’s a total lie, but he does his best to act tough around you. Besides, it wouldn’t reflect well on him if the leader of the League of Villains was whining over a few little injuries, right?
Instead of responding, you just roll your eyes, grab him by the wrist, then pull him into one of the rooms.
“Even if it’s not a big deal to you, it is to me,” you remind him. You lightly push on his shoulders and force him to sit down. “Now, stay there. I’m not letting you leave until you’re good as new.”
Apart from his mentor, All for One, Shigaraki is the most dangerous villain to date. There’s practically no one who doesn’t cower in fear when they hear his name. He’s powerful enough to reduce anything to dust, and he watches in delight as no-good heroes die from his bare hands.
That’s the kind of person he is, and yet, you still worry about him.
Shigaraki isn’t sure how it happened, but he must have plucked an angel from the sky. Well, a corrupted angel who willingly supports a murderer, but an angel all the same.
You lean forward, knitting your brows together, and slowly but surely, your palms begin to glow with bright, warm light.
Even Shigaraki, as determined as he is to act unbothered, can’t help but sigh in relief as you press your gentle, glowing fingers against his injuries. He can feel the pain ebb away, gradually at first, and then all at once.
Seriously, he struck the goldmine. Not only does his party have a healer now, but she’s also his super-hot girlfriend. Lately, he has to admit that life is pretty damn good.
“How does that feel?” you ask, making sure not to apply too much pressure.
Shigaraki nods sleepily. There’s something about your Quirk that makes him let his guard down and feel especially at ease. Although that can be said about being around you in general.
You run your fingers over every single wound, even the ones that are small enough not to warrant any attention. His body is back to being in near-perfect shape, but he knows that using your Quirk comes at the cost of your own energy, and you let out a heavy sigh, slumping down onto his lap.
“That’s why I said you didn’t need to do this,” Shigaraki frowns. “Look. You’re exhausted now.”
You shake your head, mustering up a smile. “No. It’s fine. A bit of fatigue is nothing if I know that you’re safe. I just always want you to be safe. Okay, Tomura?”
Before he can even respond, you cradle his cheek and lead his lips towards yours, meeting him in a soft, featherlight kiss. His face instinctively flushes, and he wraps his arms around you as quickly as possible, hoping to prolong the moment.
“I know you only worry because you care,” he acknowledges. His lips trace yours for a moment, and when he kisses you again, it’s deeper and more urgent than before. “I... love you,” he mumbles. As usual, it’s hard for him to say the words. He always thought that someone like him didn’t deserve love, wasn’t even capable of it. But meeting you changed that, and now, he knows better.
“I love you too, Tomura.”
You smile back at him again. Perhaps he’s biased because you’re his girlfriend, but he really thinks you’re the most gorgeous human being on the entire planet. You make him feel warm and comfortable. He’s strong enough to kill anyone who dares to fuck with him, that much is true, but even so, it’s nice having someone who puts his wellbeing first.
Shigaraki squeezes you tight, and he watches in adoration as your eyelids slowly fall shut, the strain of your Quirk finally catching up with you. If you happen to fall asleep on his lap, he knows he won’t be moving for the next couple of hours. But it’s fine.
You took care of him, and now it’s his turn to take care of you.
He’s a bit hesitant when he initiates, and he does it while sporting a massive blush nearly every single time
He likes to squeeze your hand while he kisses you. It grounds him and makes the whole act feel that much more intimate
As much as he adores kissing you on the lips, he really likes cheek kisses and little pecks on the forehead too
He does get a bit embarrassed when it comes to PDA, but he loves you, and it makes him happy knowing that someone will openly express their affection for him. Still, try not to push him too hard in public, because there's a good chance he will faint
Katsuki:
The first kiss you ever shared was quite soft and tentative, but that was mostly because your relationship was in its early stages, and you were both testing the waters
Once you and Katsuki are going strong, he won’t hold back when it comes to kissing you, and you can expect to have him pull you into his arms and slam his lips against yours seemingly without warning
Unlike Izuku, he could care less about PDA. In fact, he loves having the chance to show you off in front of everyone. He’ll smother you with kisses no matter who’s watching, and if he’s feeling particularly cocky, he’ll make sure to grin smugly after the fact
Katsuki isn’t very good with using his words to show that he cares, so physical intimacy is how he makes up for it
He prefers to kiss you on the lips, passionately, but when he’s in an especially intimate mood, he’ll hold you close and kiss the back of your hand, while blushing and telling you how much he loves you (in a quiet voice, because he’s embarrassed)
Shouto:
Kisses with Shouto are almost never quick. Kissing you is a thoughtful, deliberate act, and he likes to take his time and let his lips linger against yours
He’ll cradle your cheek with his hand, make a big show of staring warmly into your eyes, then bring his lips to yours and meet you in a deep, slow kiss
Because of his upbringing, he worries that he doesn’t possess the capacity to express how much he loves his significant other, but at his core, Shouto is a kind, compassionate person. He cherishes you, and you know that the way he kisses you is yet another way for him to show it
He doesn’t mind PDA at all. It takes a lot to be able to embarrass him, mostly since he can be a bit innocent and naïve at times. He will gladly kiss you in front of other people, but that being said, he still has some self-awareness and won’t just start a full-blown make-out session and risk making other people uncomfortable (unlike Katsuki, who definitely will)
Shouto likes kissing you on the lips the most, but he finds that squeezing you and gently kissing your eyelids when they’re shut is a rather intimate act. He also enjoys having the same done to him, while he’s resting his head on your shoulder or your lap
summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.
tags: fluff, fem!reader
Katsuki is good at a lot of things, but when it comes to romance, he is a hopeless fool.
In his defense, it’s not his fault. He’s spent the vast majority of his life focusing on one goal and one goal only—honing his Quirk so that he can become the Number One Hero. And he always thought that his attention would never sway, free of any unnecessary distractions.
Until he met you.
At the start of the first year at U.A, Katsuki didn’t think much of you. Well, he didn’t think much of any of his classmates, for that matter, but slowly but surely, the days passed, and he found his gaze lingering on you for a lot longer than he would’ve liked to admit.
Katsuki tries to deny it at first. Something about you makes him feel... off. He's not sure why his chest gets uncomfortably tight when you speak to him, and it also doesn’t make any sense why his face heats up like never before. Maybe he’s sick, but if that were really the case, then he’s somehow been sick for the past few months.
It takes someone else’s meddling for Katsuki to finally put the pieces together.
“So, Bakugou, what’s up with you and [Name]?” Kaminari asks. “It feels like you treat her a bit differently than everyone else. Do you have a crush on her or something?”
Kaminari was half-joking, but when Katsuki’s cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson—enough to rival his piercing eyes—everyone around him gasps.
“Dude,” Kirishima chuckles. “No way. You actually like her, huh?”
“The hell I do!” Katsuki immediately snaps back, but his voice cracks, and based on the way everyone smirks at him, he can tell he must not be very convincing.
Kaminari grins. “Wow, I hit the nail right on the head! You’ve gotta confess, man! [Name]’s really popular, so if you wait around too long, someone else might beat you to it!”
“You idiots are out of your damn minds,” Katsuki grits out, and without wasting a beat, he shoves his hands in his pockets and stomps off.
They’re just being stupid like always. Seriously, him, having a crush on someone? The Bakugou Katsuki? As if he has the time or energy to waste on mushy shit like that. It’s so ridiculous he’s almost tempted to laugh.
But then he takes a moment to consider Kaminari’s words.
“If you wait around too long, someone else might beat you to it.”
Katsuki isn’t sure why, but he briefly imagines you being asked out by another person, someone who isn’t him. He imagines you laughing with them, hooking your arm around theirs, and last but certainly not least, leaning forward to meet them in a kiss.
The image evokes a visceral reaction from him, and in that moment, he swears his heart nearly stops beating.
And then comes the realization.
Oh, fuck.
He’s in deep shit.
As much as Katsuki would like to say that he’s made progress since realizing that he likes you, that unfortunately isn’t the case.
If anything, the self-awareness has just made things worse. Before, he could at least talk to you like a semi-normal person, but now, your interactions usually go something like this:
“Good morning, Katsuki,” you greet. “How’d you do on yesterday’s assignment? To be honest, I was kind of rushing to finish it on time. It felt like it was harder than usual.”
Katsuki parts his lips to respond, but the longer he stares at you, the faster his heart races.
He ends up walking away out of sheer embarrassment.
“Man,” Kirishima sighs. “That was painful to watch.”
“Shut up!” Katsuki hisses. “What the fuck do you want me to do?!”
“Just be normal. Be yourself.” Kirishima pauses for a few moments. “Actually... maybe that’s not the best advice.”
“Oh, piss off!"
It goes on like this for a while. Every time you engage him in casual, friendly conversation, Katsuki finds himself freezing up completely. It’s ironic, because he has the confidence to take on fearsome villains with ease, and yet this is what has him scared shitless.
Goddammit. Katsuki never realized that liking someone would be such a test of his strength.
Unfortunately, he’s too caught up in his own feelings that he doesn’t stop to consider how all of this looks from your perspective.
“Katsuki,” you approach him one day, and for some reason, you’re frowning. “Hey. Can you please be honest with me? Did I do something to upset you, or what? Because it feels like you’ve been ignoring me lately.”
He blinks. “What? No. If I had a problem with you, I’d tell you.”
“Well, that’s what I thought too. So then... why do you keep avoiding me? Does it just bore you having to listen to me talk?”
Hardly. Katsuki could probably listen to you talk for hours upon hours without getting bored. You have a pretty face, a pretty voice, and whenever you smile or laugh, it makes him want to do the same.
It suddenly dawns on him that this is probably the best chance he’ll get. It’ll be bad news if he lets this misunderstanding drag out any further. He doesn’t want you to think that you don’t like him, because that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
Come on. He can do this. He’s Bakugou Katsuki, for fuck’s sake. It’s time to stop acting like a coward and own up to how he feels.
“I,” Katsuki starts shakily, “I...”
You raise a brow. “You...?”
“I...”
“...?”
Holy shit, this is so much harder than he anticipated. He’ll take a punch to the face over a confession any day of the week.
But no, he can’t give up, goddammit! Again, he’s Bakugou Katsuki! Resident badass! The (self-proclaimed) future Number One Hero!
The words feel like bile rushing up his esophagus, and even though they burn like hell, he finally, finally manages to spit them out.
“I like you, okay?!”
He did it. He’s violently flushed in the face and keeps having to gasp to reclaim his breath, but at long last, the truth is out in the open.
And now for the part that he didn’t even stop to consider. Seeing how you'll react.
“Oh,” you blink in response. You’re visibly taken aback, and you clear your throat, stopping to ponder your next words. “Well, that’s—”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up! I don’t want to hear it!”
Katsuki books it the hell out of there before he can hear what you have to say. He supposes he’s unlocked a new fear: rejection. The way he handled this whole situation is lame, it’s childish as hell, and he knows it, but when it comes to this stuff, it looks like he’s much more of a coward than he first thought.
Meanwhile, you giggle softly as you watch him run off.
“What a dork. He didn’t even wait for me to say I like him back.”
