mha boys react ── .✦ your child asking about you after you've passed
characters included — i. midoriya, k. bakugou, s. todoroki, e. kirishima, d. kaminari
cw — mentions of death and grief
i. midoriya
izuku’s lying quietly in bed, a photobook sat across his lap displaying old memories nearly forgotten by most, when your daughter pads into the silent room, your old blanket dragging behind her tiny frame. it’s far too late for a child her age to still be up, but izuku tries to stay understanding. “hey bug, what’s up?” he asks softly, sitting up straight as she climbs into the bed and settles at his side.
“...i miss mommy” his throat tightens at the words. tears prickle at the corners of his eyes but he quickly blinks them away, shrouding your daughter with his arms.
“i know…” his voice comes out unsteady and hardly above a whisper despite his best efforts to stifle the uprising emotions. she stares at an old wedding photo with the two of you for a moment too long, tracing your outline with a fingertip. you're laughing and dancing around with izuku’s hands in your own, the sun illuminating your frame in a way that makes you seem almost angelic. izuku stares as well, a lone tear sliding down his cheek before he wipes it away.
“when is she coming home?” she asks, voice small and quivering as she glances to izuku whos struggling to push it down for any longer. he opens his mouth once to speak but chokes up, instead pulling her in to press a teary kiss into her hair.
“she isn’t, baby.”
“...ever?”
he pulls back to nod slowly, tears now streaming uncontrollably “...no”
she stares at the picture a moment longer, bottom lip trembling. “what if i forget her?”
he pauses for a second, breath hitching almost painfully. "you won't," he whispers, tugging your daughter into his chest as quiet sobs shake through him. "i'll make sure you don't"
k. bakugou
katsukis in the middle of preparing dinner for the both of them when his son comes strolling up behind him, quiet as a mouse. he reaches a small hand to katsuki and tugs at the fabric of his pants to get his attention. katsuki clicks his tongue on instinct, grumbling, "i'm in the middle of dinner kid, what d'you need?" his scowl drops the instant he flips his head back to see your son hugging your old hoodie tight to his little chest, big eyes teary as they gaze up to him.
"oh..." katsuki lets out a quiet, almost devastated sigh. the pans bubbling on the stove behind him now say forgotten as he kneels down to your sons level, fingers toying with the fabric of the clothing. "where'd you find this...?" he asks, voice so soft it hardly resembles himself anymore.
"mommy left it in my room..." he explains quietly, pressing it tighter to himself with a small sniffle. "it doesn't smell like her anymore..." katsukis heart sinks to his stomach. "i miss mommy"
"i know," he whispers, bringing a hand to rest at his shoulder
your son lets out a small sob that racks through his tiny body painfully as he mumbles, "i don't wanna forget her."
a trembling hand smoothes over his face as katsuki struggles to hold it together, stay strong for the one person it matters most to, "shit—you won't kid," he mutters, voice trembling and weak. katsuki tugs his small frame tight into his big arms, a single tear rolling down his cheek now that your son can't see it anymore. "i won't let us."
from then on, nearly every bedtime story is about you. about the little things you loved, the way you laughed, the memories you left behind, and the mark you made that time could never erase. katsuki held a deep resentment toward fate for taking the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he'd be damned if he let it take your memory too.
s. todoroki
it was the weekend, so your daughter was off from school. she’d decided to spend the day looking around at old relics in the crawl space—old craft projects from preschool, shoto’s school photos from U.A., other small memories packed away neatly in little boxes. one in particular, though, caught her attention. a dusty hard drive hidden within a tiny box, labeled only with your name in sharpie. she brought it to shoto instantly.
shoto’s busying himself with stacks of paper work in his office when she finds him, head down and focus entirely engulfed in whatever he’s working on. he hardly would’ve noticed her presence if it weren’t for her quickly taping on his forearm to draw his attention. “dad? i found this in the crawl space…” she mumbles, displaying the little, black drive on her open palm. shoto takes it into his hands silently, studying the outside. “...what is it?”
“i…don’t remember…” he breathes, eyes watering just barely when he spots your name. “y/n…” he reads aloud, though under his breath so she wouldn’t hear. the name now sounds foreign, it doesn’t roll off his tongue the way it once did years ago. that fact alone makes his heart ache painfully. “why don’t we find out?” he speaks steadily, scooting his chair back a bit so your daughter can sit comfortably on his lap.
shoto pulls out his laptop and plugs the hard drive in, breath hitching when the first video begins to play. its a video of you and your daughter that shoto took when she was younger, maybe six or so, playing and dancing in the lush grass of your backyard. your laughter and your daughter's weave together into a sound so warm it almost hurts to hear now. it was filmed on the old camera shoto always insisted on keeping, no matter how many times you teased him that a pro hero could afford an upgrade. now, the grainy footage feels less like a video and more like a memory seen through his own eyes.
the video ends abruptly. “...can we watch it again?” she asks, voice meek and trembling. they do. over and over. around the fourth rewatch, she whispers again, “i don’t remember her voice unless i hear videos.” that nearly kills him. he cracks, a warm tear running down his scarred cheek before he quickly swipes it away. he wraps an arm around her small frame and pulls her tightly in.
“i know, dear, i know…” he reassures her, threading his fingers gently through her hair as he presses a kiss to her forehead. “that’s why we keep them.” they spend the rest of the evening watching old videos of you together—little snapshots of the life you built as a family before it was torn away from them far too soon. it feels unbearably unfair. but grief rarely asks whether you're ready for it, and life has never been gentle enough to spare the people who deserve it most.
e. kirishima
eijirou’s standing patiently at the porch when your son’s bus stops just nearby, a hoard of rowdy children flooding out the doors the second they’re able. he watches for your daughter to come on running home like she usually does, but something's off this time. on a typical day, she’d come bounding towards eijirou at lightening speed, rambling on excitedly about her day before they even set foot into the house. today, she walks with a slump in her tiny shoulders, holding a piece of construction paper tight to her chest as she trudges home.
eijirou walks to the end of the driveway to meet her as quick as he can, kneeling to her level and placing his large hands sympathetically over her shoulders. “hey, hey, what happened, princess?” he asks, voice drenched in an utter concern. peeking down to get a better look at her face, he suddenly notices long tear stains streaking down her puffy cheeks, a small pout across her quivering lips.
“e-everyone made mothers day cards today…” she sniffles, tiny hands crinkling the paper she holds flush against her chest. she glances up to meet eijirou’s gaze with tear-filled eyes, red and puffy from crying. he nods softly, bringing a thumb to her cheek to swipe the tears away as she continues. “i-i made one too.” she pitifully takes both hands and holds the card she was clutching to her chest to eijirou, the paper shaking in her grasp.
he takes it gently into his own shaken fingertips, instantly tearing up the second he gets a good look at the card. little, bright pink hearts are littered across the entire page, surrounding a stick-figure family portrait dead center that features you, her, and eijirou standing hand in hand. she decorated it messily with all sorts of bright colors and childish drawings, filling the page with so much life that it almost hurt to look at under the circumstances.
flipping the card to see the backside if what really destroys him. its a sincere note, dedicated to you. her shaky handwriting and misspelled words read: thank you for being the best mommy ever. me and daddy miss you a lot. please come home soon mommy. a heartbroken sob escaped eijirou before he could stifle it, instantly bringing a hand to cover his mouth.
“i wanted to give it to her like the other kids,” she sniffles, rubbing a fist over her teary eyes. “but i couldn’t.”
eijirou sniffles and holds back another sob with every last ounce of strength he has left in his body. he genly takes her small hands into his own, enveloping them completely as he shakes. “she would love this, baby.” he pauses momentarily as the words catch painfully, somewhere between his throat and heart. “it’s beautiful.”
she looks back up to eijirou, face brightening instantly despite the slight, persisting quiver of her bottom lip. “really?” he nods with certainty, giving her a small shaky smile. “...can we keep it?”
“of course we can,” he pulls her into a big, bear hug with the words, one hand cupping the back of her head as his fingers thread gently through her hair. once they get inside, he places the heartfelt card right next to your photo above the fireplace, an everlasting reminder of what could’ve been.
d. kaminari
it was a particularly rainy day, the kind you always used to love. the rain thudded rhythmically against the windows and pooled into small, muddy puddles all around your house. the air held an aroma that felt fresh and new, familiar even. dancing out in the pouring rain was always your favourite pastime in dreary weather like this, in which denki and your daughter would every time without fail join you. lighthearted memories like that held a different weight after your passing, one that turned them almost sour in your absence.
denki seemed to miss you far more on days like these.
he found himself curled up on the couch with a photo album in hand, flipping through the countless pages of nearly forgotten memories and distant times where “family” meant something a little less bitter. even the simple act of looking over the once joyful photos felt like driving a stake straight through his heart, reminiscing on a life never to be.
your daughter found him there after a few minutes and hopped up to cuddle right at his side. she enjoyed looking over old photos of you, it made the pain just a little more bearable to know there was a time with her present.
denki flipped through the pages with her, thoroughly explaining each and every one in dramatic detail, sound effects and all. that was until he came across the one from your wedding day. you stood, wrapped in each other's arms during the first dance. your princess-like dress trailed on the tile behind you, hair done perfectly and falling gracefully over your shoulders like some kind of angel. your eyes were closed, caught mid-laugh, but denki’s seemed glued solely to you. they always were. maybe they always will be.
“she looked beautiful…” she whispers, tilting her head to rest carefully on denki’s shoulder. his breath hitches painfully, tears stinging at his eyes.
“yeah…” he says shakily, biting down on his bottom lip in a half-assed attempt to stifle his sobs. “she always was.”
there’s a long moment of silence, the two staring down mournfully at the candid photo. he forgets to even flip the page for five minutes straight before your daughter’s voice suddenly knocks him out of the haze. “dad?” she starts, turning her head to look directly at him now. he glances up with wide, teary eyes. “...what was mom’s favourite song?”
he chuckles for a second and pulls out his phone, sniffling as he says, “i have it somewhere in here, hold on…” denki closes the album and places it gently to the floor beside him, scrolling through a playlist titled “y/n <3” til he reaches what he’s looking for. he stands and offers out his hands to your daughter as soon as the song starts playing. “c’mon,” he persuades with a dopey grin, laughing and dancing all around the living room the second she complies.
they dance together to all of your favourite songs for nearly thirty minutes straight, laughter mingling sweetly with the neverending downpour of rain. and even in the carefree moment, denki can’t help but imagine you there with them, dancing and laughing how you always loved. maybe in another life, you were. maybe in another life, you lived.
ou guys, this one hurt to write. i'm very happy with how it turned out, though !! angst is def one of my strong suits🥹🤞
↪ in katsuki's eyes, the little family he built was perfect, no matter what anyone else had to say. katsuki bakugo x reader
content warning: your son is mute in this!!! i thought it would be an interesting concept to explore since bakugo was so loud as a kid. also imagining him with a baby boy that's calm & quiet makes my heart singggggggg
when your son was first born, he looked identical to your husband. they both had the same pale skin and unruly blonde strands you loved threading your fingers through, and after the first few months of your little boy's life, you would come to learn that he had acquired katsuki's smile, too. it was small (uncharacteristically shy) and a sight that had your heart growing three sizes bigger whenever you saw it. you're sure your chest doesn't have enough space to harbor all the love you feel for your two favorite people.
your son was a naturally quiet baby. never fussing much and always quieting down once he was in either you or katsuki's arms. it was no surprise that so many of your friends always fawned over the adorably chubby baby that happened to be so well behaved, and he was quite often referred to as being an angel—but, there was something undeniably different about your son from other children.
while you were used to seeing funny videos of babies blabbering nonsense or the familiar chime of a child's laugh in public, you've never had the pleasure of hearing any of those sounds from your son. the most you and katsuki had gotten were breathless little fits of laughter and small huffs every now and then when he wanted to get your attention. he was... quiet, silent in a way you weren't used to after being with katsuki for so long.
he responded perfectly well to his surroundings, showed no other issues that could have you feeling concerned, and doctors initially told you and katsuki that some children are simply late bloomers. you'd soon come to learn that something had been amiss with him, but you'd also learn how to adapt.
there had been no more trying to coax your son into talking after the acceptance of his fate, just you and katsuki adjusting to the fact that your little boy's voice simply wasn't something you'd get to hear.
you try to be silent as you shift outside your son's bedroom door, using the corridor's light to get a better glimpse at the scene inside. katsuki has one knee pulled up to prop a book against, and his other arm is cradling your son to his chest. the four year old's eyes are bright and attentive, face pressed against the curve of katsuki's broad chest as he listens to his father's gruff voice read him a bedtime story.
katsuki's palm runs up and down the little boy's back, unaware of your watchful eyes in the doorway. you watch your son fight to keep his eyes open and keep listening, but it's not long before he's going limp in katsuki's hold with his lashes fluttering close. there's a few moments of silence before you hear the rustling of fabric as you watch katsuki carefully lay your son onto his bed and tuck him beneath his blanket, smoothing out the blonde strands on his forehead as the little boy's breathing slowly evens out.
katsuki doesn't turn when you wrap your arms around his waist, merely slinging an arm over your shoulder and sitting the both of you down on the edge of your son's bed
"kats, did you like his pajamas?" you question quietly, watching the corner of your husband's lip quirk up in a rare grin
the pajamas you refer to currently on your son are dynamight themed, with bright orange fabric as soft as the fluffiest of clouds. he glances back at the sleeping boy before shaking his head
"didn't think i'd like seeing him wear my merch so much." katsuki grumbles, almost like he's mad at himself for finding the sight endearing
"he got so excited when he saw them while we were out shopping." you murmur fondly
"ya think he's finally taken an interest into hero merch cause he saw me freak out over that icyhot plush I found in his toy box?"
"well, you did throw it off the balcony. totally uncalled for by the way."
"you shoulda seen his face afterwards. funniest thing ever." katsuki snorts, glancing at the peacefully sleeping boy before his eyes soften
"and i got him a bunch of toys after. i think we got even."
"sure," you smile softly. his palm, warm and steady, slips under your shirt and moves up and down the slope of your spine in that comforting manner you've come to love. katsuki eyes your son for a moment, gaze slowly moving back towards you in thought. you look up at him through your lashes curiously, and he suddenly pulls you closer
"i want another one."
"another—what?"
"you know." he grumbles, and you gasp quietly before gently slapping his arm
"katsuki!"
"what? we make cute babies." he huffs, poking your cheek as you gently swat his hand away. he grabs your wrist, raising his brows to let you know that he was serious, and you pause briefly as you stare back at him
"...we'll see." you finally settle on, and he seems satisfied by your answer as he stands and intertwines your fingers with his, pulling you along with him out of your son's room
"i get to chose the name this time around."
"you'll name it something stupid."
"her. and i won't." he sneers, pinching your cheek as you squeal
"a girl? you'd want a girl? you said you didn't care about the gender the first time around." you say surprised as he shuts your son's bedroom door, leading you down the hall
"yeah, but... i dunno. i like the thought of seeing a mini you running around the house, and i think he'd like a sister... doesn't sound so bad." he murmurs, ears tinged pink as you smile
"that's cute." you coo with an infectious giggle. his faux annoyance simmers away eventually when you squeeze his hand tightly in your own
"mama mitsuki is going to be so happy to hear you want more—i can already picture her face." you say as you imitate her expression, parting your lips in a mock shock as katsuki groans, loud and unabashedly
"she's gonna be fucking insufferable if we tell her. i'd rather not. don't you remember what she did the first time when we told her you were pregnant?"
"she invited the whole neighborhood to a cookout in her backyard and printed copies of the ultrasound to pass out in goodie bags." you recall with a laugh, and katsuki rolls his eyes
"and that is why we're not telling her. if it happens... we'll keep it between us for a little while, alright?"
his voice is uncharacteristically soft before his hand moves to cradle the back of your head, pulling your forehead closer to him before placing a kiss onto your temple and ruffling your hair.
you use the moment to take advantage of katsuki having his guard down to get on your tippy toes to peck his lips. he doesn't hesitate to wrap his hands around the back of your thighs to lift you off the ground, and you quickly wrap your legs around his strong waist with a grin
"let's leave him at mama mitsuki's for the weekend and work on getting him a sister." you whisper against katsuki's lips, and when you watch his eyebrows shoot to his hairline and a sputtered this weekend?! escape his mouth, you can't help the laugh that bubbles out straight from your belly
Warnings: emotional abuse, toxic relationships, underage drinking, toxic parents, mentions/threats/descriptions of injuries and violence, sexual references, stalking, references to drug abuse/addiction
Summary: Y/N is tired of constantly holding themselves back for the sake of someone who barely gives anything in return. When their boyfriend takes things too far, they decide they’ve had enough. It’s time to leave behind the dead weight and reinvent themselves, with the help of some old friends—and a few new ones, too.
Parts in bold are written and do not contain screenshots!
Pairing ✶ (Disney) Hercules! Izuku Midoriya x Megara! Reader
Synopsis ✶ With great power comes great responsibility. Izuku Midoriya knew this better than anyone, having been blessed with immense strength for as long as he could remember. It took him 20 something years to be loved by society, but in all those years he still couldn't get a girl? Someone call Zeus ASAP.
Content ✶ WHIPPED Izuku Midoriya, Stalkerish reader not really but like all the evidence is there, Hades Shigaraki, Reader is big sister general, Izuku is an idiot in love, small bits of angst here and there, manipulation, Inexperienced x Experienced (he's a fast learner though),Gran Torino as Phil cause he the GOAT, Descriptions of awkward kisses and other awkward moments, Sexual tension, Mommy kink (wink wink), Tit sucking, Oral (f & m), Reader is a TEASE, sub!Izuku and femdom!reader but they kind of switch?? Praise (giving), fingering, overstim, 69, grinding
a/n I am very much aware that the Disney version of Heracles's story is very inaccurate e.g the movie being called Hercules when that's the roman equivalent and the story is set in ancient Greece but anyways, the movie is very dear to me and this one-shot is inspired by the movie. creds for divider @strangergraphics and post dedicated to my lovely moot @batfambat also yes the title is the lost media song
wc:6.7k haha
To say Izuku Midoriya had an easy life would be an overstatement. He was a humble man, ever grateful for the opportunities that seemed to befall him, but that did little to silence the nagging voice in his head reminding him he did little to deserve it. Even now, as he spoke with his renowned mentor, the satyr who guided some of the world's greatest historical figures, all of whom Izuku looked up to more than anything in the world.
He soaked in the information, hearing about his favourite heroes, for instance, Toshinori Yagi, or more commonly, All Might. He'd heard the goat man grumble about him on many a moon, boasting of his achievements only to grow silent whenever he seemed to remember the arrow that caused his demise. He was thankful to be training under the gaze of a historical figure, even if he woke up every day feeling undeserving.
"This could be your big break, kid," Sorahiko Torino called from his side, watching as his pupil stumbled forward in armour that barely covered his bulging figure.
"You really think so?" Izuku beamed, the mismatched metal from his suit clinking together.
"No, but who's to say! Prove me wrong, kid."
He, in fact, did not prove him wrong.
Though in all fairness, it really wasn't his fault! Izuku was ready to slay the guardian opposing him and his mentor, but when he saw you in their grasp, it was like every instinct in him just froze. Not because it was the first beast he'd truly be facing--no, that wasn't the issue at all. Izuku Midoriya had trained day and night to take down various mythics who crossed his path.
His true problem was you.
You acted nothing like the damsels his mentor told him to look out for!
Instead of panicking, you remained unfazed; hell, you even spoke to the guardian calmly, even when he had you in his grasp. You didn't seek his eyes for help; if anything, you looked annoyed that he was there in the first place. When he declared he was here to save you from harm, you rolled your eyes at him and ignored his presence, acting like he was nothing more than a fly on the wall. And if his guard wasn’t down already, your beauty had him at a loss for words.
Sure, he'd talked to women before, but none of them had him feeling like a love fool in a one-sided conversation. His eyes traced over the furrow of your brow, the way your eyes and lips frowned ceremoniously whenever you met his stare, how small strands of your hair stuck to your temple.
Whilst dazed, he failed to account for the guardian who was staring at him like he was nothing more than a fly on the wall. As a consequence, he got swatted like one, too.
It took Izuku Midoriya later rather than sooner to finally defeat his enemy. He turned to you, waiting for even just a small voice of thanks, but your arms folded over your chest with your head held high and your nose upturned, facing away from him.
You were enchanting—impossible to understand, but enchanting nonetheless.
“I suppose you’ll want me thanking you for your chivalry.” The first words you spoke to him.
When it finally occurred to Izuku that you weren’t talking or looking at another person; that your attention was directed towards him, he melted on the spot, “Well—I um, I hadn’t t-thought that far—” He squeaked out, voice stammering as you got closer to him to the point your chests were touching.
You pressed your finger against his sternum, tracing a slow, deliberate path down before letting your hand fall languidly to your side again. “I’m only teasing, Wonder Boy—thanks for the rescue.” You stepped back from the nervous hero, watching as his fingers visibly trembled and his Adam’s apple bobbed anxiously. “Do I have the pleasure of learning the name of my courageous saviour?” you asked, arching a brow as you fixed your hair, a sly lilt in your voice.
“…I-Izuku Midoriya!” He finally exclaimed when his words wormed their way back to his throat. You giggled, slinging your hair back into place, “I think I like Wonder Boy more.”
Your gaze shifted from his quivering figure to both the stallion and goat-man behind him, looking on at the scene, disapproval in both their eyes, but for reasons that differed from one another. “I don’t suppose that’s your merry band glaring at me?” Izuku turned around at your words, clearly panicking, “Oh, they just—” He started speaking, his arms flailing around him in the air as a way to dismiss whatever opinions you had about their attitudes towards you.
You chuckled, once more, “It’s alright, wonder boy, I know where I’m wanted and this just doesn’t seem like the place.” You told him as you reached down in the water to gather the fallen items you lost earlier in your argument with the guardian. Izuku saw what you were doing and, being the ever-so courtly individual, began helping you with your fallen items.
As the two of you picked up your fallen belongings, you could see from the corner of your eyes that Izuku was bursting to ask you something. His eyes kept on gravitating back to you, only pulling away whenever he caught onto his observations. “You want to know how I wound up like that, right?”
He didn’t say anything, but you saw him give you a small nod.” Well, you know how some men are. They think ‘no’ means ‘yes’ and ‘get lost’ means ‘take me, I’m yours.’” You recalled, looking at the body of the fallen guardian. Izuku inched closer to you, passing another trinket from your bag that fell earlier.
“Thank you, Won—” “Are you sure you’ll be alright?” He cut you off, mid-conversation. Realising what he did, his face flushed once more, only this time, instead of flailing his arms like a headless chicken, he raised one hand to the back of his neck, scratching it as a means to break the sudden tension he’d caused. “Sorry, I just mean that you speak as though things like that happen often. I may not know you, but I at least want to make sure you’d be okay.” He said, no malice in his words and you smiled at his concern.
The soft summer breeze carried stray strands of your hair in the wind, whilst his curls separated from his face, allowing you to see his face fully. A tranquil silence was cast over you two as you held unwavering eye contact. The small sounds from nearby animals and running water from the waterfall grew duller the longer you stared into his viridescent eyes.
The two of you failed to notice the unintentional closeness between you until his companion neighed from the shore, nipping whatever started to bloom between the two of you. The sound snapped the two out of whatever trance you’d both fallen into as Izuku grew impossibly redder, whilst a more subtle hue rose to your skin. He backed away immediately, apologising for getting too close, while you chuckled.
“To answer your question from earlier,” you started, finishing off the small laugh that welled in your chest, “I’ve been defending myself for a while now, I’m a tough girl; I can tie my own sandals and everything.” You smirked, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you started to walk away from the trio.
“Wait!” A familiar voice shrilled, and you turned. “You know my name, but what am I supposed to call you by, just in case we meet again!” Izuku inquired, his form only growing more uncertain as he began to restlessly fidget with his hands as the seconds passed.
You studied his form and, before long, gave your own name to the young hero before continuing on with your day. Izuku watched your figure leave, his pupils expanding by the second as a heartfelt sigh left his mouth.
“Really, kid,” Sorahiko called from his side, disappointed as ever, whilst his pegasus gave his own exclamation of dissatisfaction.
If Zeus wasn’t the brat’s father, Sorahiko Torino surely would’ve ditched his student purely based on how he embarrassed himself in front of a random girl moments ago. He could only deal with so much second-hand embarrassment, and this, having to watch his pupil act like a lovesick buffoon over a girl he barely met half an hour ago, was repulsive, because in that moment, Torino already knew his student’s Achilles heel.
The second time Izuku met you was in the city, Thebes. While on the way there, Izuku had listened to Sorahiko talk about the city countless times. “If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.” He told his student as their sandals greeted the cobblestone roads of the city.
It wasn’t easy. They spent the week going from person to person seeking quests, only to be shunned, under the guise of being a ‘fake hero’. He’d even had someone spit in his face when he asked them if they needed help with a simple chore. The small spark, fuelled by his naivety, was fading faster than a dying flame; all hope seemed lost until he heard an outcry from the city square.
Immediately, he ran toward the frantic and pleading voice, seeing the form of a woman, hunched over and crying, pleading with the citizens to help her. When his eyes focused on the figure, he noted how their silhouette had a startling resemblance to your own—yet as the eyes of the stranger met his, it clicked into his head that he wasn’t looking into the gaze of a stranger—but your own pleading eyes. You ran over to him, hands gripping chlamys as your tears soaked into the fabric.
“Oh, Izuku, it was horrible! My brothers were playing in the gorge, and there was a terrible rock slide, and they got buried under the rubble, and I wasn’t sure where to go and—” Your cries were cut off as he pulled your crying face away from his clothing, holding your weeping face in his hands while he brushed your tears away with the thumb of his fingers.
“Show me,” He sternly told you, already motioning for his companion to take the two of you there as quickly as possible.
“Oh, I can just direct you—” Quickly, coming to your defence as his hands transitioned from being on your face to pulling you into his arms as he made his way over to the flying horse.
“It’s faster like this. I need to get your brothers out as soon as possible.” He informed you, placing you on the back of his pegasus as he saddled himself on the animal too, making you wrap your arms around him the moment you felt the animal about to gain momentum. “If you’re nervous, you can grip onto me harder if it helps.” He told you as the two of you steadily picked up speed, before eventually ascending to the air. You did just that, even going as far as to bury your face in the back of his clothes.
While your face was buried in his clothes, time seemed to pass by faster than intended. Your arms would fist into his clothes, and you could feel his hardened muscles beneath the layers he placed on top for what you could presume to be ‘protection’. A part of you almost felt bad that this was a setup. Maybe, if you weren’t pitted against him, you’d actually consider wanting to know him.
The next few moments transpired in a blur. You recalled the cries of your brothers, with Izuku lifting them out of their confinement, allowing them to run back into your arms—snot-nosed and tear-streaked but ultimately unharmed. Seems that God could keep his promises after all. You saw the way people crowded around Izuku in the stands, cheering him on before an unsightly being emerged from the rubble. You saw the way he thought, and when all hope seemed lost, he came out on top. Albeit slimy and a bit shaky, he was ultimately unscathed.
And as people flocked to him, chanting his name and finally calling him a hero, his eyes wandered back to you. Where you and your brothers should have been, safe and on the stands near his fight. Though there was no one there, the space was left empty as if the three of you had ceased to exist. Did you even see him come out on top? Did you think he was still in the belly of the beast? Thoughts rushed to his head as his body was carried through a joyous crowd, accompanied by his mentor and stallion trotting behind him—soaking in on the glory whilst his mind wandered back to you. His first real victory, and he couldn’t even enjoy it with how his head raced, and his heart pounded.
What he didn’t know was that you’d seen it all. You’d seen how he fought with vigour, how he never gave up and how he beat the beast that dared show itself in the first place. Both you and your brothers even meant to congratulate him before your forms were whisked away by a ‘mysterious’ fog. Knowing who summoned you, you brought your brothers closer to your form. Trying your best to shield your siblings from the God of the dead.
“Well, the three of you certainly know how to put on a performance. Maybe I should have you doing this more often, hm? I know how much that boy means to you.” Shigaraki said as his body floated around the three of you.
“He means nothing to me. Leave us alone, we did as you asked.” You tried to reason with him as you saw new ideas brewing in his mind.
“You did, though that won’t be enough to pay off your poor old boyfriend’s debt, will it? Need I remind you how you got in this situation or—”
“No, I understand.” You replied. To shield the people in your life, you’d sacrificed your boyfriend all those years ago.
“Good! Now get out there and find his weakness, I’ll be needing it sooner than you think.” He spat out, walking away from the three of you.
“How do you expect me to do that? You saw him out there! The boy’s practically invincible.” You rebutted.
“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way. Do you need me to keep your brothers here as motivation, or are you capable enough to—“No!” Your outcry caused a smile to worm onto his face as he appeared in front of you once more, only this time he rested his hand atop your hair, as if to tell you he was pleased with your answer. “That’s what I like to hear. Now go.” You did just that, dragging your brothers along faster than their little legs could take them until you were certain the area was ‘safe’.
Unfortunately for you, you’d be spending a lot more time with Boy Wonder than intended. A lot more time.
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Izuku had reached the point in his life where he began to think of himself as cursed. Which wouldn’t be too peculiar for a demigod. Since his fight with the Hydra, his popularity had increased, and he’d officially been recognised as a hero. Not some freak kid with unnatural strength, but as someone who people could rely on, a real hero. Now, he had riches, fame, a long-sought-after purpose finally achieved, but what he lacked was nothing any riches could buy him.
Izuku Midoriya had lived anything but an easy life, because why, at the grand age of twenty-four, had he never experienced love outside of companionship? He was grateful for all the relationships he had in life, his adoptive parents, and his godly parents, whom he frequently conversed with at their temples.
Even the newfound friendship (if you could call it that) with his mentor was something new and seemingly unachievable to the younger him. Though the one thing that seemed to be out of reach for him was a romantic partner. Had he done something to warrant his streak of bad luck? All of the men and women who seemed to be into him were only interested in his hero persona, not the real Izuku Midoriya. He could already envision the headlines on local papyrus if he got involved with one of them.
How long had it been now, three months? He thought he lost you on that day. He went back to the gorge after the horde had dispersed and tried to look for any sign that you were still there. He spent hours looking, but it was as if you being there was a figment of his imagination. He tried not to think of you, but you were all he could think about. While he fought different monsters or signed shirts, his mind constantly wandered back to you. Would you recognise him now in his new attire? (He hoped so.) Would you tell him he changed? (Would that make you not want to talk to him anymore? Please no.)
So when he finally finished his tasks for the day and retired to his garden, the scream he let out when he saw you, perched across the fountain that Sorahiko had installed the moment he moved in, had more than a few birds flying from their nests.
“Wonder boy! Your schedule is crazy packed, so I thought coming here might make things easier. “ You beamed from the fountain, sliding your body off the stone ledge and wringing the ends of your hair that were damp from the flowing water.
He stood still, stammering whilst you stretched, the curve of your chiton rising with you, only to fall lower than intended when your body levelled itself. Izuku watched you like a hawk, staying as still as a statue as you slinked up to his petrified figure, placing your palm on his head and asking if he was ‘burning up’; sarcasm laced in your voice.
Izuku tried to rein in his expression, quickly shifting the conversation, “I thought you were hurt. Why come back now?” The immense redness left his face, leaving him with his usual rosy cheeks as he stared down at your figure, awaiting your response. You removed your hand from his forehead, lowering it to your side as your expression faltered ever so slightly before constructing again with your usual behaviours.
“Why, miss me?” You teased, and he stood still, seemingly lost in thought, though not too much by the way he clasped your palms, putting them in his own hands. He ran his thumbs over the closed fingers tenderly.“I couldn’t stop thinking about you” “I was worried about you,” was the response he chose.
“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I? Nothing to worry your pretty head about.” Izuku felt his heart flutter at your words, even if they were meant in a slightly condescending fashion.
The two of you grew closer; maybe you were aware of it? Maybe you weren’t. But whatever the case, you removed your hands from his hold, mirroring an action he had done to you all those months ago as you took his own face in your hands, rubbing small circles into his skin. He leaned into your touch, curls falling over your hands as he fully embraced the affection you gave him.
Three months thinking of you non-stop, and now that Izuku had you here, he was going to do anything to savour the moment. The two of you let unspoken words flow between the small space as he revelled in your touch. Even if this meant nothing to you, even if this painted him as a lovesick fool, he accepted it anyway, for being with your touch was better than living without.
He folded in no time. Letting you whisk him away to your previous seat on the fountain ledge, only now you sat upright whilst his head lay in your lap. You stroked his hair, massaging your nails into his scalp as he told you about his more than eventful moments from the past three months, like you didn’t already know.
He didn’t have to know that, though. He didn’t have to know you weren’t as invisible as he made you seem for the past three months. He didn’t need to know how you’d seen him almost every day, observed him for hours whilst he blissfully went about his day.
What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. At least it seemed that way, and you’d try your damn best to keep it that way. Up close, you studied how the corner of his mouth curled when he recalled fond memories; the moments where he’d drag his eyes off you just to gaze at the starlit sky, like the constellations held his stories. You took note of how the soft Mediterranean breeze caressed his hair, with soft curls falling onto his tanned skin and dotted cheeks.
His body instinctively warmed up to your touch, like your embrace was a safe place they could finally call home. Perhaps it was his doing, perhaps it was yours, but as the minutes passed, your bodies gravitated closer to each other, his head slowly rising as yours slowly fell; lips brushing over his own chapped ones. Not falling on them, simply grazing the pink flesh. Both your eyes were half-lidded as your hair draped across his chest and neck like a silk blanket. He pulled away, eyes staring up into yours while you remained unmoving, looking back down at him.
"I um, I’ve never—" You cut off his reveal with a finger to his lips, dragging it down his bottom lip and the rest of his face until it reached his Adam's apple. You tapped it thrice carefully, before leaning down once more until your lips almost fell onto his. "That makes you all the more charming, Izuku." The first time you had used his name, he melted. Relaxing in your hold as your lips finally pressed against his own.
Sparks.
Genuine sparks were going off in Izuku Midoriya's mind. He seriously thought he'd never, ever find anyone that would love him for him, but here he was! Kissing a girl who ran rampant in his mind without an apology. He’d longed to know what it felt like to have someone love you like this, and here he was! It took him some serious willpower to finally submit to your request of placing his head in your lap, but thank Zeus, he did it.
If he knew it would've led to this, he would've at least tried to do it sooner. At his next temple visit, he would mention it to his father. He can already imagine how the conversation would go: with his dad asking him how everything was as he rambled on for hours about you. Mentioning how smart you were and noticing the tiniest things about him, or how you didn’t even mind listening to his rants and where most would have run, you stayed. The two of you completed each other perfectly, and you brought out a side of him that he wasn’t aware of until now.
You deepened the kiss, pulling his arms slightly so he was prompted up instead of the same still position he lay in. Izuku shifted, sitting up entirely this time, one hand behind and the other skimming over yours; not breaking the kiss once. He memorised the way your lips faintly tasted of saccharine summer cherries, lips once painted maroon from excess fluid, but as he pulled away, the flush of your lips returned to their natural colour.
He pressed against your mouth, his eyes finding yours once more as his hands manoeuvred around you, both of them tightening their grip on your waist as he pulled you in for another kiss. You leaned your body into his, soaking in all of his warmth as your hand that once placed itself on his shoulders wormed its way down until it hovered over his crotch. As your fingers brushed over the clothed skin, he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled back from the kiss.
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—” “We probably shouldn’t do that—” Your voices overlapped, and upon realisation, the two of you burst out laughing. You nudged Izuku to continue, and he did. “I’m sorry, I just—I’d feel more comfortable doing this inside with you, not that I don’t want to do it with you, it’s just—” You pressed your finger to his mouth and placed a kiss against it.
Taking his hands in yours as you took him from the fountain and towards his house. Izuku didn’t question how you knew the layout of his house so well, despite never having been there before. Chalking it up to lucky guesses as you guided him through corridors he himself barely knew. You kicked his bedroom door open with your leg, back facing the door as your sultry eyes focused on his nervous form.
He tried his best not to show it, but you could tell he was panicking on the inside; the way his hands grew clammy was a dead giveaway even before you looked at his face. “Wonder boy, everything okay up there?” Izuku was so lost in his own world of worry, he forgot what was right in front of him: you, staring at him with eyes full of an emotion he had yet to undress. “Yes!” His voice cracking at the end immediately had him looking down at the floor bashfully, and you strode up to him, taking his gaze from the floor and onto you. Whatever thought in Izuku’s mind that originally steered him from looking at your undressing figure out of respect had been snuffed out the moment he saw the way your underwear hugged your figure.
His eyes travelled down from your lower garments to the cloth that supported your chest, and back up again. “My eyes are up here, you know.” You teased, savouring how his shoulders tensed, and cheeks flushed, “I didn’t mean to! It’s just—” Once more, you cut him off by pressing something to his lips. The first time, your pointer finger, the second, your lips.
It started slow, with you initiating the kiss while he meekly but happily followed along. You guided him to the cotton embrace of his bed, stumbling over him while your lips remained locked, unbroken until one of you needed air before immediately going back in. What had started off as something sweet soon turned into a passionate, deep kiss as your body fell across the once neat covers and his clothes came off garment by garment. He tried to put his tongue in your mouth; you felt it; and it felt all wrong. “Zuku, let me teach you, okay?”
He looked at you, eyes blissed over as he nodded at your request, and you directed him once more. You started off slow, not roaming his mouth with your tongue like he was doing to you earlier. When you found his tongue, you leaned in further as you sucked on the muscle. Izuku immediately whined, the hands that once roamed your body now found their home in your hair as Izuku used the grip he had on you to pull your body further onto him. His teeth clashed with yours as you tried to get up to reposition yourself, though he wouldn’t let you. Crossing one of his legs over your own, he knelt on one, forcing your chest to fall onto his as he deepened the kiss, trying his best to mimic what you did with him and give you the same exhilaration.
In all honesty, you felt your teeth clashing way too much for your liking, and you tapped the side of his face as a way to let him know to let you go. He did just that, gasping for air once your lips left his as if he broke out of whatever spell you cast on him, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you lead and…” His rambles started to drone on in your head as you focused on the man underneath you, ideas brewing for what you could possibly do to him.
“Wonder boy, how bad do you want this?” If he wanted to stop here, you wouldn’t object to it, but if he wanted to continue, you had more than a few things he needed to learn.
“More than anything.”
“Follow my lead then, alright?” Pushing his leg off of you, you sat up in his bed properly, a satisfying crack emanating from your back. Izuku hurriedly mirrored you, sitting up cross-legged, his hands shielding the obvious bulge between them while he nodded, chin almost meeting the bed.
“Move your hands.”
“What!?”
“Move 'em, or else I’m going home.” After some meaningful consideration, he obliged, refusing to look at you while warmth returned to his cheeks as he narrowly saw you hovering over his lap, where his dick was very much pronounced. Your own warmth almost touched his as you picked up his hands and brought them to your chest, guiding them from the front of your chest to the back, where your bindings were tightly secured.
“I want you to untie them. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, “Use your words or else I’ll think that you won’t want to.”
“I can do it…please let me.”
“Go ahead, baby.”
Instantaneously, he got to work. Not caring for the fabric that covered your tits as he ripped it away, disregarding the meticulously placed knot you’d spent time to perfect. He watched your tits spill out as the cloth came loose. He gently brought his hands back, cupping your tits in his palms like he was unsure what to do with them. You could feel the tremors in his hand, and you placed your own over his, smoothing the back with your thumb. Both as an act of reassurance and assistance.
You could already see the worry painting itself on his brow, and you leaned in towards his lips once more. Much like the other times, he melted, and the nerves seeped out of his pores and into the unknown. You made sure this time to dominate the kiss, giving him unspoken words of guidance whenever the kiss would navigate towards his clear inexperience. Your hands that were still covering his directed his fingers to skim over your already pebbled nipples.
As he slowly started to gain his confidence with touching you, a thought pinged in your head, though it wasn’t really a thought—more like a revelation of sorts. How long could you keep on lying to him? Shigaraki was expecting you to uncover his weakness soon; you’d spent the past three months hidden from his view, all while trailing behind his every action. How long could you keep up the act of a lady clouded in mystery and not behave like the pitiful girl you knew you were.
A lick to your neck broke you out of your thoughts as you looked down at Izuku. Maybe your thoughts were too drastic before to realise, but Izuku had left your mouth, and his lips found their own place on your neck, gliding his tongue across the skin as he gently suckled on the skin.
His hips thrusted up into yours as a surprised moan left your mouth when his clothed dick came in direct contact with your masked clit. Instinctively, your body leaned into his touch. His mouth travelled further south, resting on your nipple, giving the flesh a quick peck before taking it in his mouth, sucking on it until you squirmed above him. One of his hands remained on your other breast whilst the free hand slithered its way to your hips, helping you grind on him with mirrored fervour.
“Ah! Izuku—” You moaned, curling more into his touch as his mouth plopped off your nipple, revealing dark marks around the sore flesh. “Am I doing good? Tell me I’m doing good, please.” He begged, lips trailing up your chest to greet your mouth once more while his hips continued to grind up into you.
“Being so good for me, Zuku.” Murmuring against his lips, it was obvious were positively soaked. Your underwear had already gathered a wet spot that began seeping into his clothes. You pulled away from him, staring deep into his eyes.
“Think you could work on this next for me, pretty boy?” You tapped against your covered clit, his eyes focused attentively on where you wanted his attention next and when he looked up at you, they expressed a sense of determination you didn’t know was capable; until now, that is.
He said little, opting for laying you down so he could pepper kisses along your body as his mouth travelled further down. Directing his attention to your covered cunt, bringing his lips to it and sucking on the juices that had been waiting to get cleaned since the moment he touched you in the garden all those hours ago. He practically suctioned out whatever you had produced earlier because if your panties were without the excessive amount of saliva Izuku was covering them in, you're sure they would be dry.
“Zuku, can you be a good boy and take these off for me?” Blissed out but slightly irritated with how long it was taking for him to eat you out already. “Anything for you, mommy, I’ll be good—I’ll be so good.”
He wouldn’t even let you dwell on what he just called you before ripping away at the cloth that covered your cunt from him, licking a long stripe up your slit. The action immediately had you jolting as his hands moved to hold down your hips so your cunt was at a position for him to devour.
Just like what he did earlier, he peppered kisses around your mound before focusing on your clit. Giving it kitten licks and gauging your reactions to see what you liked the best. And when he found it, he was ruthless—or as ruthless as he could get when he finally had you in his hold. For once, he wasn’t fucking his fist to the idea of you, the idea of setting your pretty little cunt over his mouth and slurping until every sense was lost to him. Dreams he thought were simply just a wish in a well had now become a reality.
“Izu—ahn! P-please,” crying out to the man between your legs that was currently ravishing you. He heard you, you know, he heard you, and yet he ignored. Swiping his tongue up your slit again and swallowing all the juices that dripped from it before he drove his attention back to your clit, flicking and sucking the bud, making you whine all the more.
You wove your hands through his hair as you felt your orgasm crashing into you. Whether it was to pull him closer or further, you weren’t sure. Your vision whitening as you creamed all over his face. Izuku still feasted on the juices from your cunt, even as your body writhed with overstimulation and short cries, his ministrations didn’t stop. In fact, they intensified as he pulled your exhausted body from its lying position to a seated one, over his face.
Whatever worries you had about your mission had been sucked out of you the minute Izuku plunged his tongue into your cunt, smoothing it on your walls. He positioned your body onto him firmly, using one hand to hold your hip down whilst the other travelled upwards, skimming over your tits but never quite tending to your nipples. He was in complete ecstasy; your pussy had made him whipped. Yet, that left you with other aching parts still yearning for attention.
You moved his hand so his fingers could give attention to the perked buds. Subconsciously, he knew what you were doing and let you command his body, even if he could hardly comprehend what was going on. His hand slid down from your chest once it was done toying with your tits as he spread you further for him. The hand that wasn’t holding you in place slid across your thighs, inching closer and closer to your open entrance.
He pulled your lips further apart with his fingers. If his tongue didn’t feel like it was deep enough in you, then it certainly did now; he deliberately took his time to pull his tongue out of you as he traded it for his fingers. It was a slightly uncomfortable stretch at first. He put one in, curling it inside. It felt good, but it wasn’t hitting anything that had you crying his name like earlier. You turned around, looking down at him, “Izuku?”
You had to call his name three times before he took his attention off your dripping pussy that called him and onto you, who was actually talking to him. His eyes widened in anticipation of what you had to say, “Could you try something else with your finger?” You saw his expression slightly deflating, “Zuku, it’s just that for me to feel good, you have to do it a different way. You want to make me feel good, right?”
He nodded furiously from under you, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“Then let me make you feel good while you get to work, yeah?”
Yeah! Okay—” Already feeling another ramble, you silenced it by placing your pussy on his lips one more. He immediately got to work, sucking on your clit whilst he entered another finger in you, keeping your words in mind and opting to curl them inside you instead.
You, on the other hand, were determined to make him climax before you did (again.) His robes, already discarded, just left him with a pronounced, leaking dick sitting thick against his skin. You saw the wet spot it left as you leaned down to leave a kiss against his clothed dick. His body shivered under you as you heard him slightly groaning before continuing sucking on your clit and thrusting his fingers out of your hole. He hit that spot that had you crying out, fingers digging into his skin as he maintained his pace.
Wasting little time, you unsheathed his cock, the tip hitting your lip slightly from the curve. You put your mouth on his tip, kissing it slowly and sensually, even while Izuku was smoothing himself in your juices, the sounds of sex radiating in the room. Your saliva joined with his precum as you pulled back slightly, gathering your hair in one hand and flinging it over your shoulder so you could help him with his looming problem.
When your mouth had finally taken him, you sucked on his tip, keeping the same sucking motion all the way to about half of his cock, using your hands to wrap around the remnants of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You moved your fingers up and down, still sucking on his cock as you moved your mouth up and down, in unison with your hands. He started shaking under you; he was close, but so were you.
His fingers kept thumping against that spot in you that felt so good—not to mention the added pressure to your clit had you feeling an impending orgasm that no man had ever given you before. You were still determined to make him cum before you did, moving your hands up and down his curve with slightly more force than before. You did the same thing with your mouth, taking more of him and using whatever mix of saliva and pre-cum that had dribbled down his cock as lubricant.
The room grew hotter, louder, as the two of you melted into one another, cumming in unison, and it felt just right. Like a moment meant to be cherished forever, as you slowly pulled your body away from him, plopping next to the panting man who had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life. He was still gathering his breath while you were already ready to leave. You enjoyed it here, with him, doing this—but you knew it couldn’t be permanent. He couldn’t be something you fixated on, like a schoolgirl with a silly crush.
You sat up, already scanning the room for fallen clothing and dragging half of your own body out of the bed as his hand fell onto your arm. You turned back, and he was practically glowing; the sweat glistened, highlighting his muscles. You knew he'd spent hours perfecting them, whilst his chest heaved up and down. “Don’t go yet, please.” He looked at you, big eyes filled with so much adoration it almost frightened you since you’d never seen anyone look at you with that expression. His fingers drummed against your arm, and he slowly pulled you back over to lie by his side.
So now you lie with him, in his embrace, trying to calm down your thoughts of rationality on why staying here, cuddled up with Izuku, with your head on his chest and his arms around you, was such a bad idea. Whilst Izuku drew his eyes to you one more, memorising the enchanting way your lashes fluttered and your chest rose, and he could only think to himself that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t cursed after all.
how will izuku react to falling for the sunniest girl in u.a. history? :
#1 : THE REALIZATION.
izuku felt like he was going insane! no—not really insane, but at least on the brink of passing out!
why?! because he fell for you! you, with your gorgeous hair, your awesome quirk, your laugh that makes it sound like a soothing lullaby…god, he can’t believe this.
everything about you drives him crazy! he knew he could be a string of stutters, terrible social cues, and a face that could blush at anything, so how in the world did he ever manage to make YOU interested in him?!
why is he shocked by this, you ask? why add the extra emphasis oh YOU?!
BECAUSE YOU’RE THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF HIM! you’re louder and you say what you want without a care in the world, you’re blunt in the brightest sunniest way possible…it makes his heart flutter in a way that makes cardiac arrests seem minuscule.
the moment he knew he was in love? well, it was a chill day after classes and after training, and you were sitting next to him, running your hairs through his messy but super fluffy green hair!
“wow zuku, you’re hair is like…super freaking soft!” you complimented with that bright smile.
“u—uh, t-thank you! i-it’s nothing too crazy, no product or…a-anything like that…” izuku stuttered like a bumbling bee, face incredibly flushed with crimson.
“well, you’re super lucky! it’s really cute when messy too!” you continued, not even knowing the affect you had on this poor boy!
CUTE?!
YOU SERIOUSLY THOUGHT HE WAS CUTE?!
izuku genuinely felt like combusting.
“y—y/n please…you’re gonna drive me crazy…” izuku mumbled quietly, but you didn’t hear it, so you simply hummed and said, “hm? what was that, zuku?”
“NOTHING!”
he’s dead. passed away.
oh almight…please help him.
#2 : THE DISCUSSION.
this was getting serious. izuku knows he’s always taken a liking to you, but it’s something as of recently…you calling him cute, playing with his hair, just…being yourself! it makes him wanna burst with feelings he’s never even felt before..
he needed to talk to someone.
ASAP.
NOW : MINA AND DENKI.
izuku was fidgeting. and not just the average fidgeting, the fidgeting that screamed he was CRAZY IN LOVE. while you were making cookies with uraraka and momo (with the faint sound of your occasional giggle making him squeak internally), a curious mina and denki already corner him while he’s on the couch.
“Okay, spill midoriya! you’re fidgeting like you’re itching to say something.” denki pressed immediately, sitting on the floor with a smug grin.
mina sat besides izuku with a grin curled like a cat, nodding. izuku had to admit, he didn’t want that many people to know! i mean, he loves his classmates dearly, all of them, even bakugo, but seriously! it was a call for teasing!
“w—what?! spill?! spill what?!” izuku immediately uttered back, looking at the both of them like he had absolutely NO idea as to what they were talking about.
(he knew. —_—)
“spill you’re undenying love for y/n, that’s what!” mina chimed in shamelessly, twiddling her fingers at him with a laugh.
izuku immediately shushed her loudly, covering her mouth in fear that you would hear.
“m—mina please! quiet down! i—i don’t want her to hear!” he whispered, shaking his head and removing his hand. “h—how did you even know that?!”
denki and mina gave each other a look that said, “is this dude even serious?”, but mina sighed and looked at izuku with a smile.
“because you always get googly heart eyes around her, midoriya! i mean—it’s pretty obvious with eyes like mine!”
“AND MINE!” denki grumbled, wanting some credit.
“FINE! with eyes like OURS.”
izuku sighed in defeat, not even denying it. his stupid blushed up face gives it away that he’s obviously crushing on this sunshine reincarnation!
“fine…you caught me! but—how do I…” izuku started, before swallowing nervously. the thought of sharing his feelings had him sweating pinballs. “…how do I tell her?”
mina and denki couldn’t help but soften at those words. they knew midoriya was all about his quirks, focusing on his strengths and his weaknesses…but this? this was clearly more than some measly crush.
he was in love with you. not that you knew that…yet.
mina spoke first, giving that reassurance like she always can!
“be yourself midoriya! you’ve got an awesome quirk, you do cool analysis on others quirks, you’re kind, you’re like…the whole package in a piece of lettuce, hair and all!” she compliments with a giggle, denki nodding along before chiming in, patting izuku’s knee.
“yeah, dude! i mean come on, y/n is super sweet, but…i doubt she knows you’re crushing! she’s not one to ignore someone’s feelings! let her know you’re totally interested!” he suggested with a grin, before waggling his eyebrows. “or…just tell her straight up that you’re madly in love.”
izuku stuttered at that last suggestion, not even realizing mina and denki were already giggling away with the little mutters of “don’t worry”, “we’ll be here to help!”, “you got this!”
he finally caught his breath after a few minutes, before subtly shaking his head and getting into his thoughts again.
could he really just outright tell you that he was in love with you? would you even reciprocate his feelings? would you even wanna date him? you were so outgoing, so bubbly and cheery and…
wouldn’t you need someone like monoma or bakugo, someone just as loud as you? someone that doesn’t trip over his words like they’re cracks in the pavement?
…
…
NO. no! he can’t get in his head like that! he’ll do it!
“HEY ZUKU!! wanna try a cookie?!” you asked with a smile, peeking out from the kitchen for a second…just for him!
“s—sure, sure! of course! w—would…love one..” izuku replies with such a quickness, standing up on a shaky body to make his way over to you.
mina and denki just groaned in sync.
yeah, he was desperately in love with you.
#3 : THE CONFESSION.
it took two weeks. two weeks for him to gather up the courage to confess! call him what you want (please dont, katsuki does that enough), but he can’t help it! everytime he gets close to doing it, he looks into your eyes..
…those eyes that look like they’re listening to every syllable and vowel that comes out his mouth, like you actually care..
he chickens out and makes an excuse as to why he has to go somewhere else that you aren’t!
and don’t get him started on mina and denki!
the occasional :
“hey y/n! midoriya wants to tell you something, come here for a sec!” from denki.
“y/nnnnnnn! go talk to midoriya real quick for me, will you? it’s superrrr important!”
that wasn’t helping! i mean—it was! but it felt so forced! he needed…
sigh.
he needed this to be natural. on his own timing.
and then it actually happened.
NOW : YOU AND IZUKU.
it was just you and him, sitting next to each other as you worked on homework together, with the occasional commentary that made him chuckle.
you always found a way to make him laugh without even trying.
“i mean come on! you would think with how sensei hizashi would just YELLLLLL out the answer!” you cut in with a pout, scribbling out the answer that you knew was wrong.
god, you’re too cute!
“it’s okay, the answer is B.” he mumbled shyly, pointing on the paper.
“oh zuku, you’re a sweetie! thank you!”
see?! things like that! “such a sweetie!” IT DRIVES HIM CRAZY! he needed to say it.
izuku stayed quiet for a few more minutes, the air filled with the chatter from your guys’s classmates, as well as the pencils moving across the papers before he gulped, looking over to you.
“y—y/n? can…c—can I tell you something? kinda important…” he started, his heartbeat literally in his ears…especially when your eyes flickered to him and immediately started listening.
“hm? of course, zuku! what’s wrong? your cheeks are kinda red..” you replied back with a concerned look but a faint reassuring smile, tilting your head. what a puppy move!
can’t chicken out now…can’t chicken out now… he thought, going silent with parted lips (yeah, he was in a trance by you at this point), clearing his throat and then continuing.
“i…—“ he started, his cheeks flushing deeper like a crimson rose. “i—i like you. like…really like you, y/n. i think you’re amazing…you’re cool…” he breathed out, his brown freckles always littered on his face. “you’re—you’re beautiful…”
“s—so beautiful…you’re insanely smart too..”
“s—so please…let me take you out? p-properly?”
it was silent. like…dead silent. he was scared, so very scared that he ruined a good thing.
maybe he should’ve stayed quiet, maybe he should’ve just stayed friends with you instead of trying to make it more, maybe—
a thud of your body hitting his made him freeze like he lived in antarctica! you…were hugging him?
your arms were around his neck as you hugged him tightly, sniffling.
“zukuuu! g-gosh, you’re so cute! i-i really like you too, i think you’re cute and super sweet, you’re talented and…”
“…i would love to go out with you!”
his heartbeat raced…and not in a nervous way anymore.
in the way that makes his heart beam with joy, knowing that he finally got you.
before he could even reply, little did he know, mina and denki were watching the whole thing from the beanbags.
“AW YEAH THAT’S OUR BOY MIDORIYA!” denki cheered.
“WHAT A CUTE COUPLEEEE!!!” mina egged on with a laugh.
oh dear.
and he would usually stutter at this, but this time?
he could only smile, knowing he finally got the girl of his dreams.
📝 words of advice from tomie ♡ : wow…first part of the series completed! i literally love izuku. pleaseee do not flame me, this is literally my longest piece of work yet 🥹 i got this done in a day like im genuinely proud, especially since im pushing myself to do an actual series?! i watched all of mha, way too many times, but i still get nervous that im not capturing all of the character’s personality i guess, so i really hope this is a good izuku ^^! next will be katsuki MY FAVORITE!!! please enjoy <3
synopsis: you've been taught to always hide your tears, but your husband is there to remind you there's no shame in having feelings
tags: crybaby!reader, pro hero!reader, hurt/comfort, mention of emotional neglect, mention of death and guilt, use of pet names (honey, sweetheart)
Crying is a shameful act.
This is probably the first lesson you learned growing up. No one had told you the words outright, but there had been no need. Everyone in your life made sure you would get the memo, one way or another.
The tiniest sob was to be met with eye rolls and deep sighs. The first running tear was to be awarded with barely concealed scoffs. Murmurs of "there she goes again" would reach your ears, louder than the buzzing in your head— purposely loud enough for you to hear.
There was no comfort— no arms wrapping securely around your shaking frame, no reassurances whispered in your ears. Everything would go on like nothing happened, like your crying was only a pebble in the way, already overcome. The only proof they even noticed the state you were in were the annoyed glances headed your way, along with the usual comments.
"You're too grown for these tantrums."
"What are you, a baby? Not even they whine so much."
"You're too sensitive, you're going to scare everyone away at this rate."
"No one is going to put up with you if you don't fix yourself."
Each comment landed like a blade in your heart. Blow after blow, the shame burned hotter inside you. As time passed by, you couldn't help but start believing their words. After all, weren't they right? No one would take you seriously if you kept up the waterworks for the tiniest things. Not as a person, and surely not as a hero.
Who would trust someone so weak to save them?
Someone so pathetic?
Crying was sworn off then. You never shed a tear in front of another person again, allowing yourself to break down only in the solitude of your room at night, where no one would hear your sobs. It wasn't always easy: sometimes you wanted nothing more than to collapse in front of someone who cared, to let someone else handle the burden of your feelings and lessen the weight on your shoulders.
Unfortunately, it was only wishful thinking. All the memories from your childhood made it impossible for you to even consider it a possibility. As far as you knew, crying would only lead to annoyance and judgement. It wasn't something you could let people see, especially not people you wanted to keep in your life.
You repeat a calming mantra as you climb the stairs to your apartment— a lump in your throat and the promise of tears prickling your eyes. The day was a shitshow, from start to finish. It started on a wrong foot when you went to take a shower that morning, only for the water to turn freezing while you were still washing yourself. It went downhill when you walked into the kitchen for breakfast and found out you had ran out of coffee.
The real tragedy, however, was patrol. Everything that could've gone wrong went insanely wrong. An old apartment complex collapsed and you spent all morning rushing in and out of the rubble to get every civilian to safety. Most of them were fine in the end, but a few had to be rushed to the hospital with blaring sirens.
There were two casualties.
From the report, the young couple living on the first floor died right after the building went down, crushed under the rubble. There was no time, nothing you or any other hero could have done to save them, but that knowledge wasn't enough to quench the guilt gnawing at your heart when you saw the two lifeless bodies laid on the ground.
It's not the first time you lose someone on the job. People say it gets easier, that you learn how to harden your heart overtime, but that's a lie. Every name and every face of those you couldn't save never truly leaves, but they settle somewhere in the back of your mind and come back to haunt you from time to time.
You managed to keep your cool on the way back to the agency. You managed not to let your feelings show when you took off your costume and washed the blood and grim off your body. Now, however, as only a few steps separate you from the privacy of your apartment, it's getting difficult to keep everything bottled up.
You're thankful Izuku has a late meeting today, which gives you just enough time to cry your heart out before he comes home.
Or at least, that was the plan, up until you stepped inside your apartment and found your husband sitting on the couch— clearly not at work like he was supposed to. Izuku raises his eyes from his phone when he hears the door clicking shut and beams at you.
"Welcome home, honey!" He jumps off the couch, making a beeline for you. "I'm so glad you're back, I missed you so much today. I was actually thinking we should-"
He trails off as he sees the look on your face, the smile slipping away from his lips. You try to school back your features into a relaxed expression, but the damage is already done. Izuku's eyes are wide with concern, his hands hovering above your arms like he's not sure whether his touch would make things worse.
"Hey, are you okay? Did something happen? Did you get hurt?"
You try to speak, but your breath catches, making you choke on your words. The genuine care in his voice seems to pull at your heartstrings, until you feel your chest tight with emotions ready to spill over. It's so tempting— the idea of letting yourself crumble in his arms, to let someone else hold you up for once instead of bearing it all on your own, but there's still something stopping you from letting go just yet.
You shake your head, not trusting your voice not to break at the moment. You feel the tears coming to the surface and quickly blink them away before they can fall, but it's still not enough to convince Izuku. The worry is evident on his face, his eyebrows pulled together and wrinkling the skin in between.
"Sweetheart..." he starts slowly, as if speaking to a wounded animal. "I- you don't have to tell me anything, but I can tell you're not okay."
You don't have it in you to deny his words— not when it feels like even attempting to speak will just end up in sobs— so you say nothing. Izuku reaches for your hands, interlacing his fingers through yours— and if he notices the way you cling tightly onto him, he doesn't show it.
"Let's just sit down for a moment, yeah?" he says softly, gently guiding you towards the couch, where you take a seat beside one another. You keep your gaze fixed on your lap, refusing to meet his eyes, but you can feel him watching you keenly. Even without facing him, you know the way he's looking at you: worried, but patient.
Because Izuku knows you better than anybody else. He won't push, won't ask you to tell him what happened even when you know he's dying to know. He'll wait for you to speak first, giving you all the time to talk about it on your own terms— but, in the meantime, he won't leave your side.
His presence hits you harder than it probably should. You should be used to Izuku's caring nature, but you still find yourself surprised to see how natural it comes to him to be there for you, in a way no one else ever was— quiet and supportive, without judgment. You cast him a tentative glance, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Izuku meets your eyes and flashes you a reassuring smile. The sight loosen the tight knot in your chest and the tears starts flowing before you can stop them.
Izuku is ready to catch you when you launch yourself at him, his arms wrapping protectively around you as you bury your face into his chest. Broken sobs spill out of your mouth, interrupted by tiny gasps for air. Your fingers curl around the fabric of Izuku's shirt, holding onto dear life, until your knuckles turn white.
Through it all, Izuku doesn't show the tiniest sign of annoyance. One of his hands is steady on your back, while the other slowly strokes your head and tucks your hair behind your ears. You feel his lips on your temple— not kissing, just pressing against your skin like a comforting weight.
"It's okay, let it out," he murmurs. "I'm here."
"I'm sorry," you gasp in between the sobs, your voice shaking. Despite the comfort in his voice and his touch, you can't help the shame that burns inside of you. “I-I didn’t want you to see me like this…”
“Crying?” Izuku asks, ever so sweetly. When you nod, a soft chuckle escapes his lips. “Sweetheart, I think it would be pretty hypocritical of me to judge someone for crying.”
You let out a weak laugh and your body relaxes a little in his arms. Your chest doesn't feel as tight anymore, just a little uncomfortable from the force of your sobs, but breathing is slowly becoming easier the more time you spend in his embrace. You focus on the warmth seeping from his body, on the tenderness in his hands as they rake through your hair and run up and down your spine, on the steady beating of his heart underneath your ear.
"You don't ever have to feel bad about crying in front of me, honey. Or anybody else, for what it matters," Izuku says, his voice gentle and soothing. "Don't feel embarrassed because you have a big heart. That's what I love the most about you."
"You mean that?" you as hesitantly.
"Of course I do," Izuku replies, like the answer is obvious. "You're one of the best people I know. You're so kind and empathetic, sweetheart, but I know how taxing it is on you. You can't absorb all those feelings from everyone around you and bottle them up, that's not healthy."
He gently takes your face in his hands, carefully guiding you to meet his gaze.
"You're more than allowed to cry when things get too much, but please don't think you need to hide it from me. I don't want you to deal with this on your own, I want to help you out. We don't have to talk if you don't want to, but let me be there for you, okay? Let me dry your tears, let me hold you through the pain, let me be the one who can put a smile back on your face when the moment’s over. I want to be by your side, sweetheart, but you have to let me.”
The thought in itself is scary. There’s a small part of you that thinks it must be some sort of trick— you can’t believe there’s someone actually willing to handle your crying, not when you’ve been told otherwise all your life. And yet, as you stare into Izuku’s wide eyes and see the pure affection shining in those emerald pools, you can’t find any reason not to trust him with this fragile part of your soul— not when he already owns most of it anyway.
You nod your head and fall back into his arms, letting yourself be comforted for once. “Then… can we stay like this for a little while?” you ask softly.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Izuku replied just as quietly, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head. “For as long as you need.”
summary: your daughter has her dad bakugou all figured out! | just super fluffy and domestic.
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“papa, i know your secret!” announces your daughter to a very tired bakugou.
he tilts his head, trying to shake off the restlessness from patrol today.
“oh yeah, and what are my ‘secrets’ exactly princess?”
“you,” she says, booping his nose.
“have a crush on mama!” she finishes off, jumping up and down around him in excitement like she’s got her dad all figured out.
he stares at her for a second, then shakes his head and tries to fight the smile forming on his lips. he stabilises your daughter’s movements with his firm hands.
“you got me all figured out princess, you’re so smart,” he tells her, giving her all the positive affirmations so she grows confident like him.
“but don’t tell mama, okay?”
she gives him her pinky finger and nods seriously. bakugou instantly locks his pinky with hers, solidifying their pinky promise.
“i understand why you have a crush on her… even uncle deku broccoli hair blushes at mama!” states your daughter with the brightest smile, oblivious she’s triggered her father’s jealousy.
“broccoli hair? you’re just like your dad… giving everyone nicknames, and about this uncle deku blushing… how does he act around mama?”
“he just smiles and gasps every time she’s near…”
“right, right,” replies bakugou, playing around with your daughter while she hands him a toy tea cup to drink.
just then, you enter the room after your long relaxing shower. one look at you and bakugou has unintentionally fixed his posture and his hair.
your daughter comes closer to his ear, “papa, you’re being obvious, mama shouldn’t know…”
“what shouldn’t mama know?” you ask, offended at the fact that father and daughter are in on something.
“mama, you can’t tell anyone this, but papa has a crush on you!”
bakugou bursts out laughing and his contagious laugh makes you as well. you walk up to the two of them and their tea party, sitting on bakugou’s lap.
“thanks for telling me sweetheart, let’s hope papa never finds out i know!”
just then, your daughter giggles too and makes herself comfortable on your lap as well. bakugou hugs you two with both of his strong arms as you all enjoy every bit of this family bonding.
you love waking up before katsuki, love being the only one to see him like this. calm, cheek squished against the pillow, lips parted ever so slightly letting out little puffs of air. his hair is going in every direction, the permanent scowl on his face near extinct when he’s asleep.
you brush your thumb along the slight crease in his eyebrows and he makes a small noise and cuddles his pillow closer. you trace your finger down the curve of his nose, watching the small crinkle before you trail the sharp line of his jaw.
you press a soft kiss on his forehead, then his eyelids, then his nose, one on each cheek and the finally one of his lips. he doesn’t stir but his cheeks get pink like his body knows he’s being doted on and admired.
you comb your fingers through his hair, humming softly at the silky strands before you scratch your nails against his scalp. his breathing deepens and he moves an inch closer, coaxing you to press against him. you pepper kisses across his hairline, smiling when he drapes an arm over your waist.
“mmniloveyou.” he nuzzles into your neck.
“i love you too katsuki.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly.
“can you keep mm..” his hand lands on top of yours in his hair and has you pet him again.
“course i can, pretty boy.” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, softly scraping your nails on his hair.
“fuck, feels s’good.” he rasps into your neck.
“shhhshhshh.” you hold him closer and rub his back with your other hand until his breathing evens out into soft snores and you let sleep take you too.
yes yes i think bakugou is an indie twitch streamer … who goes by dynamight… and plays a lot of horror or story-based games. poppy playtime, the last of us, the walking dead games, life is strange. yess yess, he gets rage baited so easily there are so many clips of him making the wrong decision and when a character dies he just gets up from his setup n takes a lap round the room cursing lmaooo
he’s very interactive w chat but not in the parasocial way he’ll chat with them and tell them not to ask him dumb shit, easily rage baited by them too it’s so funny. “fuck off. i’m not fuckin’ 52 i’m 25.” or “stop callin’ me unc i’ll fuck your shit up so bad.” and also “okay, so. now you’re banned. how’s that.” he’s sooo funny. bakugou bans people soooo easily you’ll see them begging him on twt to be unbanned. thirty min complications of him on YouTube getting baited by his viewers.
collabs with his friends only and he’s super cute and giggly in them i think he has a really sweet giggle that his viewers loveeee so much and he shyly tells them to shut up. mario kart tournaments with kirishima and kaminari and sero which he always loses LOL
he’s always streaming in cosy clothes and hoodies so i think his community doesn’t believe he’s jacked and they make fun of him for it. bakugou one day starts streaming in his tight black tees and someone comments “holy sleeper build.” and he gets sooooo cocky about it — flexes and stuff, puffs his chest over the screen.
“didn’t wanna show off ‘cause i knew you’d all be fuckin’ thirstin’ over everything.” he’s kinda bashful and smirks slow and sexy red eyes sweeping over his twitch chat. someone donates and sends one of those vocal messages ‘show us them tiddies bitch.’ And it actually makes him laugh, like proper laugh. one of his most viral clips from his streams. handcam streams often after that lmaoo
also he hates when people backseat him during games, i think katsuki really likes decision based gaming to liked to analyse the options, big fan of immersive game play and world building/character relationships. so when people skip ahead during times when he’s trying to figure out a puzzle or something he’ll genuinely pause the game to tell people off. “shits fuckin annoying. tuned in to watch me play the game now you’re playin it for me. okay.”
the onlyyyyy time he’s ever allowed back seating is when you, a smaller streamer, join his chat and he’s playing through something — looking for a code to figure out a puzzle and you sweetly comment: “it’s in the top left!!!”
katsuki only notices because he once did a raid on your stream ages ago and thought you were adorable, playing your cosy games and showing off your tomodachi life island and ever since he’s been watching you in secret on his alt account. recognises your twitch handle by heart now.
“thanks, gorgeous.” he grins after reading your comment or listening to it if you’ve donated for him to see it. then he moves on and his chat goes CRAZY cause usually he’s strict as FUCK. people clip it sooo fast, ‘dynamight flirting with smaller streamer????’ it goes viral instantly and you get sooo much attention to your streams it makes you anxious.
you get a dm on twt from dynamight’s streamer account a few days later. “down to collab some time?” and nearly lose your mind <3
idk what neurodivergent young adult needs to hear this but you are NOT supposed to give 100% at your job. I've gotten more promotions and raises since I started giving 40-60%, which my evil CEO uncle informed me is what bosses actually expect when they say 110%. My mental health has improved tremendously. I've spent 2 out of 5 workdays secretly writing my novel for the last 2 years and I've never been more respected and appreciated. Also--when you see glaring wasteful errors in the company's operating systems, say absolutely nothing! Embrace inefficiency. It is your friend in this capitalist hellscape.
what happens when surfer katsuki literally crashes into someone who will change the course of his life forever?
𑣲 a/n: sighhh this was supposed to be for may (mermay) but guess who started working on this at the end of may! didn’t even mean to make this so long omg 😭 anyways, i absolutely adore mermaids, and what better way to start off my summer than to write something about them with katsuki! i hope you enjoy, i love you all!
𑣲 cw: sfw. f!reader. chars 21+. no quirk au— but mermaids have magic. lowercase intended. incorrect? description of drowning. 3rd person writing. use of “you” when in reader’s POV. katsuki is possibly ooc. dialogue is color coded (please tell me if you hate hate it!) author is not knowledgeable in surfing, apologies in advance for incorrect descriptions.
𑣲 wc: 2.2k
part one ꒱ “how i met an angel from the sea”
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surfing was katsuki’s passion. it wasn’t simply a hobby or a stress reliever— though it did make him happy to hit the waves after a rough day. it was more than just a silly pastime. wether rain or shine, winter or summer, if someone didn’t know where he was? driving to the beach in hopes of spotting his red car or a soaked katsuki would work 99% of the time.
today was no different for katsuki. it was a sunny summer day, the heat of the sun was sweltering, yet the spray of the ocean cools his skin almost instantly. he straddles his surfboard— a mix of oranges, reds, and black to match his fiery taste and personality. the waves aren’t high or rough today, a calming atmosphere to lull katsuki into a clear headspace.
katsuki simply sits on his board, his legs swish in the water on either side, and he simply sits and gazes at the vast ocean all around him. though he wasn’t too far from shore, a guy could still appreciate the sound of the waves and the breeze that chills him in that perfect comforting, familiar way.
nearly an hour goes by with him sitting serenely in the stillness of the ocean when he realizes the waves have started picking up a little closer to shore than from where he was. finally, some action out here! katsuki thinks to himself. he doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward to lay on his stomach, using his powerful arms to start pushing himself to the direction of the livelier waves.
katsuki times the waves as he nears them, diving under when he’s too late to ride them. he spots a wave that he could easily ride, and readies himself to catch it. the anticipation of waiting to catch the wave sends pure excitement and adrenaline through katsuki’s body, and he eagerly stands on his board, riding it happily with a huge, cocky grin on his face.
he catches a few more juvenile waves, laughing after each one and wearing a happy grin. just a couple more. he chants to himself. just a couple more before heading home and showering the salt off his sun-kissed skin.
nearing the end of his stay, katsuki manages to catch the biggest wave of the day. and all he can think to himself is perfect. he’s ready for it, using his honed skills and timing the wave before prepping and then standing on his board with practiced ease. it’s refreshing and fucking awesome to catch a clean and big wave to end his beach trip.
that is, until a strong, sudden force knocks the front of his board straight up a few seconds later— causing him to yelp in complete shock as he plummets back-first into the still crashing wave.
katsuki goes under and suddenly has no sense of direction. if the wave wasn’t still crashing up above him, he could have easily taken a moment to relax and then swim up. the force of the moving water spins him around, skewing his sense of up and down. it didn’t help that he didn’t take a prepared breath of air before plunging into the sea.
his lungs scream, begging for a chance to catch his breath. the lack of control katsuki has on his situation doesn’t help him at all— he’s panicking, katsuki never panics. he doesn’t know how long he’s been underwater either. 30 seconds? a minute? 2 minutes? his eyes sting horribly from forcing them open in the salty water to try and see his way up. is he sinking down? floating up? everything is getting a little cold, the hot sun would feel real nice if he was still on his board, riding the wave.
katsuki’s eyes begin to drift shut, a thin trail of bubbles rising from his mouth. this couldn’t be the end, surely! he was just surfing, same as he has been doing for years. he feels small, like when he was first learning how to jump up when a wave hit. in high school, he had an instructor. a badass instructor that would pull him out of the water when he went under with no problem. if his instructor was here right now, he’d feel a lot better than him drifting down down down. or was it up?
suddenly he feels something— a pair of arms wrapping around his chest, and that something, someone? was pushing through the water, guiding both of them to wherever it was taking him. he isn’t processing it though, everything is getting dark, hazy, and cold. and it isn’t long before his world goes dark.
you and the young male lie in a sunny, secluded spot of the beach he was at. you’re propped up on your elbows hovering above him, lifting your hand to brush away wet pieces hair that cling to his forehead. you listen to his chest in concentration, hoping to hear a sign of life. you felt terrible for his state, it was your fault in the first place— since you had accidentally crashed into him in the water. it honestly gave you a scare and a small headache from the impact, but nothing like this!
he isn’t breathing. you think to yourself. needing to act quickly, you close your eyes and concentrate. holding your palm directly above his mouth, a soft teal glow eminates. water begins to slowly trickle out from his mouth and into a ball in between his mouth and your hand. after a few seemingly long moments, the male suddenly starts, sputtering and gasping as he finally takes in air. you open your eyes and lower your hand, the water you were controlling falling into a puddle in the hot, dry sand.
you really should leave. he was conscious, it would be okay for him to take himself to the human healers. it would be safer for your identity. yet you feel the urge to stay with him for a little longer. just to make sure he is okay, or because his character intrigued you. it also didn’t help that he was breathtaking. you couldn’t let that cloud your judgement though. giving into your selfish desire, you choose to stay with him and monitor his health. yeah.
you give him space and sit up as he also shoots up abruptly and begins dry heaving to the side you weren’t on. you carefully watch his movements. the only sound on the beach is the soft waves at the shore and his heavy breathing next to you.
“are you alright? do you need me too call for someone for you?” your soft voice reaches katsuki’s sea-clogged ears, and he realizes that someone was with him. he turns his head slowly, and he comes face to face with the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. he opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water. though stunned by your beauty, he had so many questions for you. who are you? how did you get him out of the water so quickly? he didn’t see any other surfers out in the water with him. and he was at least twice your size, how strong were you??
it didn’t help you were studying him so closely— checking for any irregularities in his breathing or complexion. katsuki almost wanted to pass out again of the sheer confusion he was in, but he manages to answer your question. “i uh, think i’m okay..” he weakly spits out, his voice hoarse from swallowing what he feels like was a quarter of the ocean, and you relax at his words.
“good. i’m glad you’re alright.” you answer simply and sweetly. you reach out to brush more hair out of his face, as well as looking at his eyes to make sure he was truly coherent enough to take care of himself. katsuki’s face flushes almost instantly. his ears go hot and his cheeks turn a dusty shade of red. he stares at you, studying your face and how you look. your hair was wavy, as if you had been in the salt water before finding him.
curiosity gets the better of katsuki, who suddenly asks, “thanks for ah, saving me an’ all but…who are you, and how the fuck did you save me?”
you blink, mind going blank on how you were about to answer his question. how could you explain within human logic that your excellent swimming skills were due to the fact you weren’t human?
“i, i uh, saw you hit the water..on your board. you didn’t come up, so i swam out n’ got you back over here.” you stammer. katsuki’s eyes narrow, and looks around the area you were in. “do you have a board then? i was pretty far out… doubt someone your size could swim with someone like me.” katsuki further interrogates you. he looks at you like you’re crazy. even if you’re pretty— really pretty, he wasn’t about to deal with that, no matter how grateful he was to you for saving him.
“i’m a… really strong swimmer. it was no problem, really!” you reassure the stranger. katsuki decides that he cannot be bothered with the logistics of your rescue. he’s grateful to be alive— a little embarrassed he wiped out so hard, sure. grateful is the least he could be, though. katsuki takes a couple more grounding breaths while you stand up and stretch. you turn to face him, extending your hand in invitation. “do you think you can stand?” katsuki glances up, and hesitantly reaches out to grasp your hand. you pull him up easily, and katsuki muses that it must’ve really been that you were strong. for someone smaller than him.
there’s a pause of silence as you both just take in one another. katsuki clears his throat. “i’m bakugou, by the way. katsuki bakugou. thanks again for getting my ass outta there.” you smile softly at his words. “i’m y/n. it really wasn’t any trouble. i’d try and help anyone if i saw someone like that.” katsuki snorts loudly. “‘someone like that’ as in like a drowning rat?” he teases and you laugh. he sighs out in humor, looking around the beach when he stills suddenly.
“well shit… didn’t think i’d see this again.” katsuki realizes that his board is wedged in the sand a few yards from the two of you, and he walks over to it. he thought it was a goner and that he would have to buy a new one.
before you could open your mouth to make another excuse, you could suddenly hear shouting and the sound of feet on the sand. you turn from the blonde to avert your attention to the newcomers. two boys were jogging to you and katsuki, a red haired one and another blonde. assuming they’re katsuki’s friends, you back away so they can head straight for him.
and they do. though they glance at you with mischief in their eyes, they don’t stay to talk to you. the two bound over to katsuki, the redhead clapping him on the shoulder while the other blonde wraps his arm around him. katsuki grunts at the sudden contact, a scowl gracing he once relaxed facial features. “what the, what are you morons doing out here? you idiots stalking me again or some shit?”
the other blonde gasps in feigned offense. because yes, they have done that in the past. “what! kacchan we would never!” katsuki growls at the nickname, and the redhead chuckles warmly. “not this time, man! we were hanging together and we saw you with this girl! decided we wanted to say hi!” all the attention turns to you, and your face flushes bright red.
“o-oh! i’m no one, really! we just, uh, happened to bump into each other! i don’t really know him, honest!” you squeak out, you’ve never had this much interaction with humans at once before, the anxiety of being found out was starting to show.
katsuki notices your discomfort (not for the correct reason, a sweet gesture nonetheless) and decides to step in. “i jus’ met her right now, we were just talking. we don’t need to keep her, let’s go idiots.” katsuki grabs his board and begins to jog off, yelling a quick ‘thanks again!’ over his shoulder and continuing to run. the redhead and the blonde sputter and their gazes swap between you and katsuki. they were very obviously confused, yet decide to wave a quick goodbye to you and set off towards katsuki.
questions like ‘thanks for what?’ and ‘why would you leave such a pretty girl like that?!’ could be heard from the two men. you sigh in relief, thankful there is no more attention on you. watching the three men fade into the distance, you happen to now be standing completely alone on the beach.
deciding to end your day, you walk towards the shoreline, still making sure no one could see you. you wade into the ocean up to your chest, and then dive in gracefully. your legs melt into your tail and your hair floats freely in the water. you smile to yourself. despite still feeling ashamed you nearly killed katsuki, you were happy that you saved him too.
as you begin to swim to your home, you wonder if you will ever see the beautiful boy again someday.
could you do the ‘a boy who’s jacked and kind’ with the mha boys x fem!reader please
a boy who’s jacked and kind... ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
featuring bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, sero, iida, shinso, amajiki, and togata... like last time, if there's a specific character you have in mind lmk and i'll make a part two ^^
katsuki bakugo is so smug and confident about it. jacked? he sure was! kind? to you, yeah! and to others too, obviously, but mainly you! he's quick to lift you onto his shoulder and pose with his other arm flexed. katsuki has muscles and is proud! sure its because he's a pro, but also to look good for his woman! he'd pose by popping a hip (just the way you taught him!) before looking up at you, wanting a kiss.
izuku midoriya hauls you over his shoulder. yes, he knows how to do the trend. no, he does not care to do it properly! spins you around slightly so you can look into the camera before obliging to your pleas and pulling you to sit on his shoulder properly. oh, izuku...the most whipped boy ever. please do more trends with him!!!
shoto todoroki is so polite with it that you actually kind of get annoyed with him...he's too scared he'll grab you too hard or hurt you while he's lifting you onto his shoulder. shoto gently wraps his arm around his thighs as you grin proudly at the camera because yeah, pro-hero shoto todoroki was so smitten with you.
eijiro kirishima is also smug, how could he not be? he's known to be strong, chugs his 'respect women' juice, and probably has the best muscles any modern day man has seen! you didn't even get a chance to react as he lifted you onto his shoulder with such ease... eijiro would also harden just a bit of his shoulder so you wouldn't slip off easily as you leaned down slightly to press a kiss into his hair.
denki kaminari was ecstatic that you asked him to do this with you! he takes every and all opportunities to show you off very seriously, especially if he gets to show himself off, too. denki pulls you up onto his shoulder a little too quickly and stumble, but regains his balance and grins up at you before smothering kisses on her inch of thigh space he had access to.
hanta sero is a little too much of a show off after lifting you onto his shoulder, but he's cute so you'll let it slide! flexes his free arm and kisses his bicep before turning to his other shoulder and pressing a kiss to your thigh. hanta would sooo nearly accidentally drop you when setting you back down but does catch you before you lose balance!
tenya iida lifts you up all the time, so it would be no problem for him to have you perched on his shoulder! your boyfriend is basically your own personal chauffeur with how much he carries you around instead of letting you walk. tenya finds your little trends a little ridiculous, but he'd rather never use his quirk again than upset you! he's giddy that you trust him enough to lift you, but please stop stealing his glasses...
hitoshi shinso wanted to use his capture scarf for more flare as he put it, but opted out the second he saw the pout on your lips. wrapping his hands tightly around you, hitoshi lifted you onto his shoulder with what looked like ease, but you could feel him trembling slightly under you. card your fingers through his hair and tell him how good he's doing, won't you?
tamaki amajiki would struggle a tiny bit to lift you onto his shoulder. i don't think he's used to lifting anything that high without using his quirk so his hands are trembling slightly, doesn't help that half of his vision is blurred because you decided gripping on to him by his face was the best idea! overall, 10/10 experience and make sure to give him a kiss after!
mirio togata does not hesitate, not one bit. bro is lifting you up with such grace and elegance and is all smiles about it, too! mirio does tricks but is careful to make sure he won't drop you; spins himself around, brings you onto his other shoulder, and even lets you lay down on his shoulders on you side. he thinks it's fun, you should let him be your main mode of transportation for some time!
similar: fellas grab your ladies if your lady fine...
❥ IN WHICH, Y/N and Katsuki had always been stubbornly alike—a trait built over years of childhood friendship that was finally turning into something much deeper.
"Put it on."
"I don't want your stupid bandaid." The two kids kept bickering, just like they always did.
"Take it, dumbass! You're bleeding on the sand!"
"I don't care! It doesn't even hurt!"
It did hurt, but admitting that meant letting Katsuki win, and Y/N would rather eat the sand than give him the satisfaction. They had been like this since they were old enough to speak—far too stubborn to back down.
To everyone else, Katsuki was terrifying, but to Y/N, he was just a angry boy who thought he was the boss.
"You're an idiot." Katsuki huffed and dropped to one knee, grabbing her ankle with a grip that was far softer than his harsh voice.
"Now shut up and hold still." He muttered in deep concentration as he slapped the bandage on before standing up to look down at her with a proud smirk. "There. Now stop crying about it."
"I wasn't crying!" Y/N yelled, scrambling to her feet to match his height, glaring at him with a flushed face. "You're the one who's gonna be crying when my ankle heals!"
"Like hell I will!" Katsuki barked back, popping a tiny spark from his right palm. "Your ankle's weak anyway! I could beat you even if you had rocket boosters on your feet!"
"My ankle is not weak!" Y/N stomped her good foot into the dirt. "I just tripped because the stupid rock got in my way! It has nothing to do with me!"
"You tripped because you weren't looking where you were going, blindy!"
"I am not clumsy!"
"Are too!"
Even as pro heroes years later, they still held onto the same stubborn attitude they had as kids.
A fierce storm raged outside, but the silence inside Dynamight's office was heavy.
Y/N sat on the desk with her legs dangling, her hero costume peeled back to reveal the deep cut across her forearm. She stared hard at the floor with a clenched jaw, ignoring the dark bruise forming around the stopped wound.
Katsuki stood between her knees, still in his costume with his gauntlets tossed carelessly by the door. He stood there holding a bottle of antiseptic and a fresh roll of medical gauze.
He was no doctor, but caring for her was a routine he knew by heart. Especially since her ego never allowed any non-professional to handle her wounds. He was surprisingly calm after pulling her out of the storm, replacing his typical loud lecturing with a heavy tension.
"I can do it." Y/N muttered, her voice rough. She reached for the gauze, her hand trembling just the slightest from exhaustion—which didn't go unnoticed by him. "It's just a scratch. I've had worse."
Staring at her hand without letting go of the roll, he told her to shut up in a low, raspy whisper.
Pressing the antiseptic to her arm made her sharply inhale, but she refused to cry out, gripping the desk with all her might. She did everything she could to keep her composure and hide her breaking point from him.
"You're an idiot." His low voice broke the silence while his hands worked with steady precision, gently wrapping the gauze around her cut. "You always do this. You think you're invincible."
"I did what I had to do." She whispered, her eyes tracking the movement of his hands. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his chest, wrapping around her in the chilly room. "If I didn't take the hit, the villain would have—"
"I don't care about the damn villain." Katsuki's voice carried a rare emotion he almost never let surface. He pulled the gauze tight and left his thumb resting on her wrist, finally looking up to lock his fierce eyes onto hers. "I had it covered. You don't jump in front of a blade for me. Never."
The space between them felt nearly non-existent, charged with years of unsaid things, of boundaries they constantly pushed but never crossed.
The stubbornness that usually kept them apart felt different tonight—it felt like a protective wall they were both leaning against, desperate not to let the other see how terrified they actually were.
"I'm not going to just watch you get hurt, Katsuki." Her voice was softer now, losing its defensive edge. "You know I can't do that."
He glanced briefly at her lips before locking his eyes back onto hers. His grip on her wrist tightened just enough to let her feel the tremor in his own fingers.
He hated it—He hated how much she mattered, how easily she could throw him off his focus just by being careless with her own safety.
"Then get stronger." He grumbled, lingering for a moment as he finished the bandage before stepping back. "So I don't have to waste my time patching you up."
Y/N looked down at the perfect bandage on her arm, looking back up with a small, bittersweet smile once he turned away to throw away the trash.
"You're a terrible nurse, Katsuki."
"Keep talking and I'll rip it off." He muttered back, though the tension in his shoulders had finally begun to ease.
When the silence softened, he stepped forward and caught her staring at his lips, causing a small smirk to form as he leaned in close to read her mind.
"You done talking shit?" He used the quiet voice he saved only for her.
"If I'm not?" A small smirk slowly mirrored his own as she whispered back.
"I can think of a few ways to stop you from talking." He made his solution perfectly clear, hooking his finger under her chin to tilt her head up.
Perhaps something had changed after all these years, something much sweeter.
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Can we stop using "still lives with their parents" or "unemployed" or "doesn't have a drivers license" or "didn't graduate high school" as an insult or evidence that someone is a bad person? Struggling with independence or meeting milestones is not a moral failing.
crushing izuku who... has you doodled on the back page of his hero analysis book, no annotations regarding your quirk or sketches of your hero attire, just you drawn with his favourite hairstyle that you do— striking a cute pose with flowers and sparkles dotted messily around you.
crushing izuku who... finds himself staring into makeup and clothing shops during passing at malls, pink eyeshadow and shelves bearing off the shoulder shirts with lace cuffs, wondering if you’d like them.
crushing izuku who... watches makeup tutorials in his free time, diligently taking down notes on how to properly apply bronzer or smoothly put on mascara, impressed to see how you do something seemingly so challenging everyday.
crushing izuku who... finds himself flushing the same shade as your lipgloss whenever you’d smile at him— your eyes some how sparkling even more than usual, to which he drew down to you using cluster lashes and highlighter, thanks to the many tutorials he had watched.
crushing izuku who... picks up on your speech, embarrassingly uttering your common phrases before quickly correcting himself— blaming it on ‘shows he’s recently watched.’
crushing izuku who... stalks your spotify and pinterest, marvelling in your carefully thought out playlists and adoring beautiful boards.
crushing izuku who... lies about forgetting his notes so he can take a picture of yours to ‘copy later’, marvelling at the thought out highlighter colours and gel pens used.
crushing izuku who... notices the extra effort you put into your appearance when sat behind you, from your leg warmers to your slightly shorter skirt and charm filled bag.
crushing izuku who... slipped out his dorm quietly one quiet night, eyes slightly red from rubbing due to his troubled tossing and turning— hoping to fetch a cool glass of water.
but happened to run into you, pink pyjamas, face bare and hair tucked away in a pale green bonnet.
“oh- midoriya! ah- uhm… hi?”
“oh! hey! whatcha’.. watcha’ doing up so late? trouble sleeping?”
“mh.. yeah..”
crushing izuku who... couldn’t look away from your untouched face, small blemishes and lips coated in a glossy mask and lashes fanning your cheeks as you looked down into your glass of water.
“you.. you’re so.. pretty, did you know that?” he mumbled.
crushing izuku who... chuckled at your berwilded reaction, arms flapping as you tried to hide your face— his arms crossed over his chest as his green hair ruffled from an askew window.
crushing izuku who… thought you were extremely pretty, in both pink and green.
more ⠀ sweet ⠀ treats
mokis ⠀ notes ﹕ MY FIRST WORK AFTER… LIKE 2 MONTHS OMG ! ! ❤︎❤︎ something sweet and short to get me back into writing heheheeh featuring my beautiful izuku ofc (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝) ! ! TYSM TO @venus-ang3l FOR THIS ADORABLE REC ! ! ii loved writing it and i hope you enjoyed it and i did it justice (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗) hm.. i wanna do a new layout for my works.. ive done this one for sometime … hm…. ANYWAY THANK U FOR READING MY KOKKIS I LOVE U SM ! ! c(͒ ᴖ ·̫ ᴖ⸝⸝ c)͒
𑣲 except katsuki wants more than casual. — PART ONE | PART TWO
Knock! Knock! Knock!
There it was—the exact knock he'd been waiting to hear.
He opened the door only to find you looking completely worn out from your day. Gently pulling you inside, he immediately took your heavy bag and slipped the shoes off your tired feet.
He didn't ask any questions—He didn't need to.
You and him had rules. Boundaries. But watching you curl into a ball on his sofa, Katsuki knew deep down that no other man could look after you the way he did. No one else would know the exact pressure needed for your tense shoulders, or notice you were overwhelmed by the slight shift in your breathing before you did.
Just thinking about anyone else holding you—or taking your fragile trust for granted—sent a wave of possessive jealousy through his veins.
As he sat beside you on the couch, he could see how heavy and exhausted your eyes were. Without a word, you reached out and let your fingers catch the hem of his shirt. Such a small gesture was enough to send a surge of pride through his chest.
When you reached your absolute breaking point, he was the only person you went to.
"Yeah, I know." Katsuki whispered, his hand gentle on your arm as he pulled you close against his chest. He rested his chin on top of your head, soothing you with a gentle back rub as he breathed in your familiar scent.
You were all his, and he was going to make damn sure you never doubted that he was the only one who could hold you together.
A moment like this was never something he took casually.
You turned your tense back to him at his gentle nudge, letting out a soft, grateful hum the second Katsuki's large hands found your shoulders, kneading the stress right out of you.
He knew exactly where you carried your tension, exactly how much pressure to apply without hurting you. Hell, he knew every inch of your body better than you knew it yourself.
You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, murmuring in a low, exhausted voice about your absolute hell of a day—the day's frustrations, setbacks, and the exhaustion of trying to meet every expectation.
Katsuki didn't interrupt. He just listened with a tight jaw as he absorbed every word, his thumbs smoothing out the tension in your back as if he could physically pull the burdens off your shoulders himself.
When you finally ran out of words a peaceful silence settled over the room. The stress melted from your shoulders, leaving you completely soft under his hands.
Katsuki let his thumbs trace one last, lingering path down the curve of your spine before his hands rested on your waist. He desperately wanted to pull you against his chest, turn you to face him, and tell you straight to your face that he wanted to do this for you every single night for the rest of their lives. Fuck, maybe that was too much..
But he didn't want this just for tonight—He wanted it forever.
"I needed this.." He could practically hear the relieved smile on your face. "I needed you, Kats."
A sudden flicker of hope lit up in his eyes at your words, only to be completely crushed by the casual, easy tone of your voice. It wasn't the confession he yearned to hear. It wasn't an admission of love, or a plea to change what they were.
Swallowing hard, Katsuki buried his own aching desire and pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder. He knew exactly what you meant. He was your perfect escape, a familiar and reliable comfort to run to after a brutal day just to get your head straight before reality caught up.
You meant it with the same casualness you'd shared for months, just friends who took care of each other when things got heavy.
After all, it was what you two had agreed on in the first place. He swore he'd never fall this hard—yet here he was, never wanting to let you go.
"Yeah, well.." Katsuki mumbled quietly, sliding his warm hands under your shirt while his lips traced a slow trail of kisses straight down your spine.
Each tender touch and soft kiss said everything he couldn't say out loud right now. "I'm right here."
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