A/N: This is as close to rage-bait post as it gets over here. Anyway, black readers to the front please!
Summary: the boys find out that there is such a thing as not being attracted to black girls. I know, crazy right.
Pairing: Bakugo x Y/N, Sero x Y/N, Deku x Y/N, Todoroki x Y/N
Warning: heavy conversations, racial insecurity, fluff and angst, comfort
"When did you realize I was pretty?"
You hovered near the arm of the couch, your eyes trained on your fingers while you boyfriend studied you like you in utter bewilderment. His worry lines only deepened when you looked up at him. You could barely hide your smirk, much to his chagrin.
"I said, when did you realize I was pretty?"
That's what he thought you said. Now, he had to sit up to fully take in what you were saying. He blinks, his face scrunched in scrutiny. It was really a mix of scrutiny and disgust at the very thought of somehow not being attracted to you.
"Why the fuck are you asking me that?" he barks back.
"I dunno, why aren't you answering the question?" you throw back, innocently.
His eyes narrow, "Because your question is dumb. Where did you get that?"
You shake your head,"What do you mean 'where; I...you really haven't heard of it before?" Bakugo's brow twitched in response. You gesture to yourself as you speak, "You do realize your dating a black woman, right?"
You shake your head with a sigh. You guessed you'd salve his mind with an explanation now.
"It's like a thing. You know, if you're black dating outside your race you have to think about if they like black women. So...when did you realize I was attractive,"
Bakugo looked off into the distance. For some reason, this information wasn't adding up. And he would've written it off, if it weren't for the lingering discomfort in the air. He glanced back at you.
"You...I...Let me get this straight," Now he was getting up. To anyone else, this would send alarm bells through their head or it would at least be enough to make one back down from their antics. But you stood perfectly still as he started to pace while he spoke, "You thought that because you're black and I'm Japanese that... that I wouldn't find you attractive?"
You simply shrug again and he can't believe it. Here he was chilling on your couch, and never once did he question such a thing. He looked you up again, this time objectively. You were beautiful in this light, the warm bulbs in the living room doing your skin a major favor. He found himself staring a you, running your question over and over in his head. Nah, you were fucking with him. He monitored his scowl as he neared you.
"I don't know what ignorant fuck had you believing that guys outside your race wouldn't be into you. But to answer your dumb as fuck question," He bent down til his red gaze burned into yours, "It only took one look. And despite you rage-baiting me every other day, I'm finding every reason to show you irresistible you are to me,"
He throws you off for a second, his intensity laced with something a bit more sobering than minor annoyance. You fill in the space between you.
"You're cute when you get angry. Did you know that?" you coo.
You go to smooth a hand over his chest. He slowly raises his hands, circling his fingers over your wrists. Both of you stayed like that for a while soaking in the silence until you tried to pull away. You try again, and you try once more before realizing he wasn't trying to let you go.
"Uh, B-baby? Baby chill, I was just playing,"
His scowl morphs into an easy grin as he watches you attempt to wrench your hands back. Cute, but you had him standing up now. And, frankly, he was just getting started with your little game.
You pressed record as you wandered into Sero's room with a blanket. You had just began posting couple content online, and you decided that tonight would be a good night to get a little update on your shared page. You tossed Sero the blanket and got settled on the bed while Sero crawled toward you. You both were a portrait of cuteness. With Sero wrapping you from behind with the blanket, and twin grins on your faces, the lovey-dovey feels were unmistakable.
Sero nuzzled your neck as he squeezed you tightly, "What are you gonna tag this one?"
You sway with him as you think, "Hm, how about 'when your man is down with the brown' ?"
Sero snorted. You pull away only a fraction. Sero whines at the loss while you fix him with a raised brow.
"What you laughing for? It's cute," you muse.
"Nothing it's just...you got me sounding like a chocolate chaser,"
You scoff, "I'm sorry, is that a bad thing?"
Sero settled on his side fixing you with a smug look, "Well, you see I'm kinda in a relationship. And I don't want other girls getting the wrong idea..."
You raise a finger to protest, though you can't really counter it properly. So you settle for mocking his voice. Sero accepts his victory with a little chuckle before pulling you in to start movie night with you.
"Wait, how the fuck do you know about 'chocolate chaser'?"
Sero froze, offering a slight side eye before quickly looking away.
"I...may have had a phase," You gasp as Sero curls in on himself, " Don't start,"
"Nah, nah, nah, mister. Tell me about this phase,"
Sero rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Alright, well back at my old elementary school my first crush was a black girl in my class. And once I got to middle school it was mainly black and brown kids so black girls were always in my 'orbit', so to speak,"
"Hm, am I apart of this phase?" you ask.
He face spoke before he could. He looked absolutely taken aback, a reaction that made you laugh. Sero shook his head.
"Mh mh, nah. I'm tired of the single life. If you're not endgame, then I'm just gonna have to die," Sero stated as his long arms wrapped and dragged you into his lap.
"You are so dramatic!," you say as you fight off his aggressive nuzzling.
"No dramatics. I will jump off he balcony, right now if you tell me you're not endgame,"
You pull away and the two of you have a small stand off. It was like the silence was egging you on, daring you to test his resolve. You open your mouth.-
"Alright," Sero slipped right off the bed and headed for the balcony door while you scrambled after him to drag him back to bed.
"I didn't know you had an accent!"
Deku said that to you a couple days ago. You were on the phone with a friend of yours. While deep in conversation, Deku caught you in the kitchen. He'd heard bits and pieces of the tea. And he couldn't help but notice some differences. Your tone was expressive. Something wild and colorful, illustrating every word in honest emotion. Your vowels stretched into a cadence he wasn't entirely familiar with. And, without thinking, those words blurted out of him. The way you looked at him like you'd been caught in a crime. He even held his breath, waiting for a response. What he got was you abruptly reassuring your friend you were still on the phone as you walked away.
Fuck, he screwed up. But he didn't know what went wrong. So, two days after the incident, he made it a point to apologize. And to hopefully take notes on how to never piss you off like that again.
Deku strangled his poor hoodie between his sweaty hands, a peace offering for his blunder. You swung the door open, and you looked almost ready to shoo him away before realizing who he was. You looked...surprised to see him. Weird.
"Hey, uh, did you get my text that I was coming?"
His voice snaps you out of it. You respond sheepishly, "Yeah I uh... Come in,"
Deku can't help but feel like he was a stranger, as opposed to your boyfriend of eight months. It was weird. Everything was normal. You eased into talking about work as he followed you into the kitchen, your calming cadence coming out smooth and pointed. It was like you were manually controlling each word that came out of your mouth, flooding him with what was familiar. Suddenly, it didn't feel like he was talking to you. Before you could offer him something to drink, Deku spoke up.
"Baby, why didn't you tell me about your accent?"
You pause. Your brows crease as you think over an excuse. But Deku is faster.
"I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought it sounded cute. And I'd never heard you talk like that. Well, you don't talk to me like that, and I'm wondering why you don't. Like is that your natural accent or-"
"H-hang on Deku. One question at a time," You plead, raising a hand in placation.
"Why do you hide your accent?"
You shift against the counter, unsure of how to word it correctly. Well, layman's terms it was.
"I didn't think you'd like it. Back when we first met, I genuinely thought you didn't fuck with black girls. So when we got together I...I dunno I just subconsciously masked it,"
Deku rarely showed his anger. Even now, his face was neutral. the only tell being the way his jaw twitched as he processed what you said. He blew out a sigh, shaking his head while he relaxed himself.
"I have a suit in my trunk. I'll make reservations. You, on the other hand, are going to find something that makes you feel as beautiful as you are, and I am going to spend the entire night showing you how much I adore you," he tipped your chin up with his index finger. His bushy eyebrows furrowed in determination, with those focused green eyes snatching your attention instantly, "I love you. I chose you. Please, let me choose you again, tonight."
Shoto did exceptionally well at his first cookout. Mind you, he'd already met your parents on a separate occasion. And won their approval. So, this was more of a formality. All of your aunts loved him. Funnily enough their exuberant personalities complimented his stoic one. He impressed your grandfather, to the point where you grandfather was ready to marry the both of you right at the dining room table. He even entertained your cousins, dazzling them with answers to their endless questions about being a Pro-Hero.
Though, if one thing could bug him about the whole ordeal was the way everyone in the room looked when you first introduced him to your family. It was split second of uncomfortable, tense silence. Almost like they couldn't believe he was real. It was like for a moment, everyone had the same revelation. And Shoto was left on the outside wondering why.
You joined Shoto on the couch. You smelled like soap and his your favorite lotion. You looked cute in your little bear themed bonnet. He mindlessly played with the ears attached to the fabric as your laid against his chest.
Shoto cleared his throat, "Darling, did you tell your family I was a Pro-Hero?"
You nod against his chest, "Mhm, showed them pictures and everything,"
"Uhm...is there any reason everyone seemed a little uneasy around me?"
"Mh, cause you're Japanese, babe," you answer, casually.
it all seemed to make sense to everyone but Shoto in that moment. Sure, you were his first black girlfriend, but he didn't understand what that had to do with everyone looking him like they weren't sure how to even interact with him. Come to think of it, your parents had the same reaction when you introduced him to them, too.
"Is that bad?" he questioned further.
You shake your head and pull off his chest so you can explain, "No, it's just not common. I mean, I didn't think you even liked black girls before we..."
Everything you said after that turned into background noise. Excuse you? What did you mean you didn't think he liked black girls? Was that like a choice people made on a daily basis? All he could do was shake his head until you eventually divulged into laughter watching him physically reject what you were saying.
"What? Baby, I'm not saying I think that, now- Babe! Babe stop shaking your head! I'm being se- mmh"
His hand covered your lips. He looked absolutely flabbergasted, two-toned eyes wide and searching your eyes, begging you to say sike, right now. When it seemed you'd given up on trying to soothe the visceral wake up call he was experiencing, Shoto finally released your lips, and guided you back to his chest. He resumed fiddling with the little bear ear on your bonnet, processing your words in the background while muttering, "I don't like that, baby,"
You giggled against his chest. As if the taste of his fingers on your lips wasn't proof enough.
