Imagine Mina being helping her s/o when they’re depressed
Pairing: Mina Ashido x POC! Reader
Warnings: Depression
Something or another has been weighing on you all week.
So much so that you cant bring yourself to get out of bed.
You’ve been wearing the same frizzy twists under your bonnet for too long, but cant bring yourself to care.
Mina would come by to check on you at the end of the day, and you’d put on a small smile or pretend to be really tired.
One day she comes in and you actually are asleep, and your bonnet has slipped off.
She sees your frizzy hair and gets a whiff of you bc depression doesn’t smell good.
She rubs your cheek and sighs, realizing that you were worse off than she had thought.
She saunters over to your bathroom to run you a hot bubble bath.
She lights a bunch of candles so that the light wont be too harsh on your eyes.
She pulls out a wide tooth comb and a cup and sits them on the edge of the tub.
She tries to shake you awake lightly but she uses a bit more force than she intended to.
When you wake up all groggy and confused, she just pulls you by your arms and drags you to the bathroom.
She helps you get undressed and helps you into the tub.
First she washes your face, getting any crust from your eyes or dried tears from you cheeks. When she’s done she holds your face in her pink hands, and admires the way you look in the candle light.
She places a kiss on your forehead and starts taking out your twists.
When you try to help she pushes your hands away and tells you to just relax.
She uses the comb to gently get out any knots that formed.
She fills the cup with warm water from the sink and tells you to close your eyes and lean your head back as she pours it over your head.
All the bubbles have fizzled away, but she continues detangling, and massaging your scalp, and occasionally telling you how much she loves you.
And you just sit there, knees pulled to your chest, appreciating her loving presence.
all us black stans have trauma from reading those default white y/n fics, talkin bout ‘my loose waves tumbled down my back... my clear blue eyes... my eggshell colored skin’ like the way we put up with itjdjskfb
me pretending to enjoy this harry x y/n fic when she’s white and keeps takin that dumb ass nigga back after he called me a bitch and fucked my sister :
Y/N: *pushing past Bakugou and climbing into his bed* Mineta saw me in my short shorts and now I can't sleep because he's sitting in front of my bedroom door muttering about my legs.
Bakugou: *Barging into the hallway* Oi! Come at me, you grape looking mf!?
Head-cannons for Kaminari, Kirishima, and Bakugou. Can you tell that their my favorites in 1-A???
Warnings: None Just Fluff
Kaminari
Kaminari cant sit still through a movie.
He always says he will, but then he ends up moving around, talking, and distracting you until you just have to give him the attention he needs.
The only way he’ll sit through a movie is if he’s playing with your hands the whole time.
You’ll lay on the couch, holding Kaminari in your arms.
While you focus on the movie, he’ll focus on your hands.
He bends your fingers at each joint then spreads them out.
he slides his fingers in between yours, traces patterns on your palm and kisses the soft pads of your fingertips.
He’s quiet, save for his heavy breathing and the occasional chuckle he lets out when he hears a funny joke in the movie.
You stay there, enjoying the feeling of his rough hands against yours.
His movements stop, and you look down to see that he’s fallen asleep with your fingers intertwined.
Kirishima
Kirishima loves when you touch him, especially his face.
If you’re not doing anything with your hands he’ll bring one of them to his cheeks.
He’ll press his face into your small palm, with a contented smile.
Don’t be surprised if he jokingly bites one of your fingers.
When you sit on his lap he wrap his arms around your middle and ask you to play with his arms.
He watches over your shoulder as you trail your fingers up and down his forearms.
Your fingers tickle against his skin so he lets out little giggles in your ear, for only you to hear.
He also likes when you wrap an arm around his shoulder and touch his neck.
He sighs when you rub his tense muscles or play with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
Kirishima just loves feeling your hands on his body. It reminds him that you’re real. That he’s really dating the girl of his dreams
Bakugou
Bakugou loves holding hands.
It’s the only form of PDA he openly approves of.
Whenever you’re walking in public he’s holding your hand tightly.
After he’s been holding your hand for a while, his hand will begin to sweat resulting in tiny little explosions on your palm. They don’t hurt, just tickle a little.
When he hears you giggling, he realizes what’s going on and pulls you to the other side of him so you can hold his other hand.
If you ever pull your hands away, he’ll look down at his palms to see if he had been using his quirk.
When he sees that you were messing with him, he’ll silently snatch your hand back and pull you along to your destination, grumbling about how you’re not funny.
He says he holds your hand because everyone needs to see that you’re his girlfriend.
But that doesn’t explain why he holds your hand when you two are alone.
He holds your hand when you’re sitting on the couch, when you’re laying in bed, sometimes even when he sleeps.
One day, when he’s having one of his sentimental moments he tells you that he just enjoys the way your hand fits in his. Whenever he holds your hand he feels comforted.
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