Ok, I want to combine my love for pokemon with my love for BNHA. I didn’t want to do something too complicated, so I just put together an ‘If BNHA characters were pokemon, what would their dex info be?’
This is the result of that thought :D
** Please note If you don’t see a move/ability/nature/type on the list, please be nice, there are a LOT of moves/abilities/natures/types, and I wanted to keep this short *cough cough* plus, I might use other moves for other characters and I don’t want to double them up too much. *cough cough*
Name: Asui
Evolution Line: 1st
Type: Normal
Nature Type: Calm (+ Sp. Def,- Defense)
Ability: Limber (Its limber body protects the user from paralysis.)
Hidden Ability: Chlorophyll (Boosts the user’s Speed stat in sunshine)
Dex Entry: Asui are smart and caring. Asui’s have been known to care for its siblings when its parents aren’t around. They are also very susceptible to the cold.
Level up Moves:
Lick (Ghost)
The target is licked with a long tongue, causing damage. This may also leave the target paralyzed.
Tearful Look (Normal)
The user gets teary-eyed to make the target lose its combative spirit. This lowers the target’s Atack and Sp. Atk stats.
Double Kick (Fighting)
The target is quickly kicked twice in succession using both feet.
Stockpile (Normal)
The user chares up power and raises both its defense and Sp. Def. The move can be used three times.
Helping Hand(Normal)
The user assists an ally by boosting the power of that ally’s attack.
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Name: Tsu
Evolution Line: 2nd (Evolves from Asui at level 15)
Type: Normal / Water
Nature Type: Calm (+ Sp. Def,- Defense)
Ability: Keen Eye (Prevent the user’s accuracy from lowering)
Hidden Ability: Adaptability (Powers up moves of the same type as the user)
Dex Entry: Tsu the evolved form of Asui. They are calm and focused even in the most stressful of battles. Tsu’s have extremely long and powerful tongues that they use in battle.
Level up Moves:
Slam(Normal)
The target is slammed with a long tail, vines, or the like to inflict damage.
Calm Mind (Psychic)
The user quietly focuses its mind and claims its spirit to raise its Sp. Atk and Sp. Def stats.
Swallow (Normal)
The power stored using the move Stockpile is absorbed by the user to heal its HP. Storing more power heals more HP.
Dive(Water)
Diving on the first turn, the user floats up and attacks on the next turn
Flip Turn (Water)
After making its attack, the user rushes back to switch places with an awaiting teammate.
Acrobatics (Flying)The user nimbly strikes the target. If the user is not holding an item, this attack inflicts massive damage.
Name: Froppy Pro
Evolution Line: 3rd (Evolves from Tsu at level 25)
Type: Water
Nature Type: Calm (+ Sp. Def,- Defense)
Ability: Inner Focus (The user intensely focused, and that protects the user from flinching)
Hidden Ability: Compound Eyes (The user’s compound eyes boost its accuracy)
Dex entry: Froppy the Rainy season hero. Intelligent and observant, Froppy uses its strong legs and tongue in battle to both attack and evade.
Level up Moves:
Laser Focus(Normal)
The user concentrates intensely. The attack on the next turn always results in a critical hit.
Bounce (Flying)
The user bounces up high, then drops on the target on the second turn. This may also leave the target paralyzed.
Camouflage (Normal)
The user’s type is changed depending on its environment
Surging Strike (Water)
A powerful strike that always results in a crit.
Spit Up (Normal)
The power stored using the move Stockpile is released at once in an attack. The more power is stored, the greater the move’s power.
Seriously though, 100 people following??? That's just... I'm still stunned people read the fics I've written , let alone follow!
I really don't know what to say other than THANK YOU!!!
Thank you for the follows. Thank you for the comments. Thank you for likes. Thank you for reading. Just thank you.
I wish I had more to say. Honestly, I suck at posts like these or really any form of communication.
😑 My bad
I really wish I had more ready or could drop a fic this moment but I don't have anything done right now. But hopefully soon I'll have another one ready!
The best I can do right now is give ya’ll some sneak peaks at what I have cooking.
Currently working on:
Part 5 of "His Hero" (Kirishima x Reader) - I hate hurting my boy like this 😢 but I swear it'll get better! Though this chapter might be a little shorter. I don’t wanna post too much about this but I can let ya’ll know that there will be more coming. I think I’ve maybe mapped out up to Part 10? It really just depends on how long the chapter are and where I feel like its a good place to end it. There is a part I can’t wait to get to! :D Its goina be so good (I hope)!
"The Best" (Bakugou x Reader) - This is going to be a cute/funny one. I can't wait to finish this one. I love writing sassy Bakugou! Don't worry the reader will knock him down a peg 😉
"Like Father, like Son" (Enji x Friend!Reader) - I do wanna try and write for Endeavor so this is me getting my feet wet in his mindset. I kindof imagine it's really just me/reader having a sit down with him.
"One Drunk Night" (Mirio x Reader) - The title might give this one away but drunk Mirio is funny and quite the chatter box.
"????" (Shoto x Reader) - This one I haven't figured out a title for yet and it might be alittle long. 😅 But it's a cute story about Shoto falling for a single mom. I headcannon that he loves watching (not in a creepy way) a mother interacting with their child. It takes him back to a simpler time with his mom. Come at me! This is a hill I am more then willing to die on!
"A Helping Hand part 2 maybe?" (Shoto x Reader) - This one I'm not sure if it'll be a new fic or just a continuation of A Helping Hand. Shoto and reader goes to the mall, it's gets taken out of context *cough cough* Shoto being Shoto and not realizing the meaning of things *Cough cough* Chaos ensues as they are followed by pretty much all of Class 1A and there's a few surprise guests.
"????" (Fatgum x reader) - Yet another one I haven't figured out a title for yet 😬 . Sometimes they come to me before I start a fic, sometimes it's as I'm posting them 😅. Anyways, the reader is a restaurant owner and they find a injured Fatgum in an alleyway.
"????" (Fatgum x reader) - You know the drill at this point lol. So, the reader owns a restaurant (I swear I'll come up with something else next time). Fatgum likes the reader. Reader likes him. A certain pair of side kicks and some of the staff try to play cupid. Oh and there's an eating contest.
I also have a few more “Pokedex Entries” for MHA characters I’m working on. So far I have Mirio and Tsuyu almost ready.
>.> This might have also let to the through of MHA characters in Pokemon universe. Like what would the be (trainer, Gym leaders, etc.)? What are their teams? And how they met their starter pokemon.
So far for this one I have ideas for Fatgum, Kirishima, and Tsuyu.
That's all I got right now. I do have ideas for Kaminski and Izuku. But I'm still planning those out. Those might see the light of day one day but I have no idea when.
Umm.. I guess if ya’ll have any questions or anything let me know! :D
Thank you again for the support and for just being awesome!!
A/N: I don’t know if I’m completely happy about this chapter. I’m trying to get better with witting panic/anxiety/non-humor, so hopefully, next time, it’ll be a little better. Also, sorry for the long time off and just sporadic posting. Works been hell, but now that we’ll hopefully *grain of salt* were getting more people hired, I’ll have more motivation and time to write
Warnings: Panic/anxiety , references to sex and/or sexual acts (nothing descriptive but suggestive) so I guess 18+? IDK how this works :/ If yer too young, offended by sex , sexual acts, sexual reference or don’t know where babies come from, please don’t read.
Word count: 3K
Other then that, please enjoy! :D
Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4
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Kirishima didn’t protest when Fat sent him home for the day.
‘Go home. Clear your head. Call me if you need anything.’
Honestly, he barely heard his mentor’s words. He just sat there staring at the screen. Watching, pausing, rewinding, and watching again. Over and over again. It wasn’t until Fat picked him up and carried him to the door, did he finally get the memo.
Yeah... he didn’t need to be here right now...
The trip home was nothing but a blur, and honestly, he remembered nothing about it. His body was on autopilot as his mind tried to wrap the possibility that he might have a kid.
A kid… A son… Your son… His son? But… How? Err… Wait!
Ok, he knows the ‘how’ of how kids are made.
Better phrasing, how could this have happened!? He was always careful with anyone he was with! Err, not that was a really long list or anything. Typically, he was only intimate with someone he’s known for a while, and when he was, he’d use a condom, or they were on the pill.
Oh fuck. How could he have let this happen!?!?
Calm down. Calm down.
Maybe he was just overthinking everything? It could just be a coincidence. Sure, he and the kid have some similarity, but hey, there’s like, billions of people on the planet! So some are bound to look alike! That doesn’t necessarily mean they’re related, right? Total chance! That’s it! It’s that stuff we learned in school. Static? No, that’s not right; that was in science. The other thing was in math...Statistics! Yeah, that’s it!
So what if the kid has red eyes? His best bud Katsuki does too!
The sharp teeth? Look no further than his gym bro Tetsu! Hell, depending on the quirk, it can be a super common trait!
The quirk being exactly like his... well, ok, that was… odd. And yeah, he hasn’t run into any with his quirk specifically, but, big but, it doesn’t mean there isn’t someone out there with his quirk!
Or maybe it’s not his quirk! Maybe its a similar one! Really, really, reeeealllly similar.
Total coincidence! Anyone can have those traits!
He just… happens to have all of them… just like the kid… whose mother he just happened to have slept with… around six years ago…
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!
The room suddenly felt like it was closing in on him. The air got thinner, making it harder for him to breathe. He jumped off the couch and started pacing. He’s had issues with anxiety for years, and one thing he did learn, when he got like this, he needed to move.
Breath and walk. Breath and walk. Breath and….wait! The kid can’t be more than five! He slept with you six years ago! Ha! The time doesn’t match up! So he can’t be his kid!
His legs felt like jello as the waves of panic finally came to a halt, and took a deep, much-needed deep breath.
He wasn’t a father.
This was a good thing. A great thing!
He doesn’t have a kid. The time frame didn’t add up. He was in the clear.
He should feel happy. Relief. Ecstatic!
So why did he feel like he just got punched in the gut?
He sighed as he made his way to his fridge in search of something to calm his nerves. Beer isn’t his typical drink of choice, but he was glad he kept a few on hand in moments like this. Since he was single and didn’t have a roommate, his place was the place of choice for ‘bro’s night.’
Though sometimes, there was nothing like a cold one to just chill after a long hard day.
He grabbed one of the glass bottles by the neck, activated his quirk, and flicked the lid off with his thumb. Cool little party trick he learned a few years back.
As he tilted the drink back, he took a long hard swallow and let his mind wander. The beer of choice today was one Katsuki preferred. It was good, smooth going down, and less alcohol content. Which was fine. Ochaco, even after giving birth, still couldn’t stand the smell of alcohol. Pregnancy wasn’t a subject Kirishima knew a lot about, but he knew enough to respect it.
He’d seen her hauling ass many adays to the toilet of the slightest whiff of something she didn’t like.
Then the cravings came along, which prompted a few late-night trips to the store by Katsuki or himself if his bro was at work.
He chuckled as he thought about the few times Katsuki had said something to piss her off and sent him over to the redhead’s place for the night. Only to call him back a little while later in tears because of mood swings.
Towards the end was rough, though. She’d been put on bed rest and was in a lot of pain. Katsuki took fewer shifts during that time to stay home and help ease her in any way he could.
Damn, she went through all that for, what almost a year? Maybe not quite a year, but it had to be close.
Was it nine or maybe ten months?
His brain came to a screeching halt, mid-swallow as he started calculating.
Beer spewed out of his mouth and nose as he tried to breathe and swallow at the same time.
The nine months adds almost a year! *Cough* Meaning the kid’s age would make sense! *Cough Cough*
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! It can’t be true, can it? He… He’d used protection… hadn’t he?
His mind raced as he thought back to that night six years ago.
It was Izuku’s birthday and his girlfriend, future wife Melissa, rented out a small private Terence at a hotel to celebrate. It was small, maybe fifteen people max: just some friends, family, and a few colleges of the green-haired hero.
He was having a few drinks while chatting with Denki and Hanta when he first saw you. That was when he first saw you… You were chatting with your Melissa and Izuku, and damn… he couldn’t stop staring at you. You were so beautiful, and the way you tried to hide your angelic smile every time you laughed made his heart skip a beat.
Eventually, his two friends figured out just what or who had caught his attention. Which brought on a relentless amount of teasing. It took about twenty minutes, a few beers, and an angry blonde for him to finally make his way over to you.
Katsuki, at some point, approached his childhood friend, then proceeded to yell at him for some reason or another. Even on his birthday, the guy couldn’t catch a break. Now that he thought about it, it was over something All Might related. Something about a suit and which version was from what era? You were looking rather uncomfortable (Melissa was used to this) at the aggressive (mainly Katsuki) debate. That’s where he came in. With the help of Ochaco and Melissa, he finally got the two distracted enough to send them to opposite corners of the party.
And then, he was left all alone with you.
He was so nervous that he even stumbled through his own name. Luckily, he played off his nervousness by making light of his two friends. To his surprise, you took his jokes in stride and even had a few comebacks of your own.
The two of you must have talked for over an hour! Just one conversation after another. He’d never met anyone like you before. You were just so loving, kind, and just… wow!
Then things start to get a little fuzzy.
He remembered talking, drinking, joking, more talking, and more drinking.
A weird memory of a drunk Denki yelling, “I swear to drunk I’m not God!” before face planting into the punch bowl.
Then while everyone’s attention was on Denki, the two of you snuck away and back to his room.
A makeout session on the elevator leads to the two of you missing his floor and shocking an elderly housekeeping lady. That was embarrassing but didn’t seem to stop the two of you.
Then things get really, really blurry, but somehow the two of you made it back to his room without any other incidents.
While the rest of his memories were bits and pieces, but he… did remember the most of the ‘activates,’ and it’d been consensual, and yeah… he’d definitely used protection! That much he remembered!
The next thing he knew, it was the next morning, where he woke up alone, with a hangover, and felt better than he had in awhile.
Too bad that feeling didn’t get to last. His phone rang not long after he woke up. It’d been work, a villain was causing trouble, and they needed him asap.
He showered, dressed, grabbed his stuff, and left.
Then… he’d gotten hurt… bad…
Ended up in the hospital for nearly a week.
After he got out, he, well, had an interesting voicemail and charge on his credit card.
He blushed hard as he remembered the hotel’s message regarding the ‘damages’ done to the room. In particular, the ones done to the sheets and headboard. They even sent him pictures!
Damn, he couldn’t believe he lost control of his quirk like that. He hadn’t done that since… well, since his ‘first time.’ That was so embarrassing. Thankfully, he didn’t think he’d hurt you in the process. Of all the pictures and list of damages, blood-stained sheets weren’t listed. Maybe that’s why he never worked up the courage to reach out to you. Even if he didn’t hurt you, he might have scared you...
Wait….
He lost control of his quirk.
Oh… OH SHIT! Realization dawned on him.
Even if he had put a condom on, his quirk might have damaged it!
Then that means… there is a chance he's the father of your son!
FFFFFUCCCCKK!!!!
But wait.
If he really was your son… why haven’t you contacted him?
His footsteps slowed until he came to a standstill.
You would have told him if he was, wouldn’t you?
Granted, the two of you never exchanged numbers, and we’ll it’s not like he did much to reach out to you either, but… You would have known he’s friends with Izuku, so you knew a way to contact him.
Two-way street, buddy. He internally lashed himself.
Between racking his brain and scolding himself, he didn’t hear the knock on his door until the visitor started pounding.
“Oi! Shifty hair! Answer the damn door!” A loud, brash voice that could only belong to one person yelled through the abused door.
Katsuki? Why was he here?
Kirishima hurried over to the door before the blonde got too impatient and blew it down… again. He took a deep breath and put on his brightest and cheerful grin before opening the door to greet his grumpy best friend.
“Oh hey, Bakubro, what’s up?”
“Don’t bro me! Why the hell am I getting called from your boss to check up on you?” He growled.
“Fat called you?” That was a surprise.
“Yeah, he did. Had to switch my patrol around and everything.” He brushed past the redhead, letting himself in. Kirishima sighed as he shut the door behind them.
“I’m really sorry about that. Not sure wh-”
“Don’t start that bullshit with me.” Those fierce red eyes locked on to him. “And drop that fake ass smile. Always hated when you did that shit.” He mutters.
Damn, Fat just had to go and call him of all people.
If it’d been anyone else, anyone at all, he could play this off. A bright grin, crack a joke or two, maybe a few reassuring words, and he could send them on their way.
But not him. No, not Katsuki. Most people wouldn’t in a million years think the aggressive blonde could show anything other than anger. And yeah, the guy was rough around the edges, and he wasn’t the best with words. But nonetheless, here he was.
And sometimes, that’s all that mattered.
Fuck.
“So why am I here?” Katsuki wasn’t backing down, so Kirishima took a deep breath.
“What did Fat tell you?” While his smile didn’t waver, he felt his stomach belly flop to the floor.
“Bastard would spill it, just said you’d need me right and to get over here. Now what the fuck is going on?” While he still sounded angry, there was an underline concern in his tone that most people tend to miss.
Who would have known that would be the thing to make him crack? Well, obviously, Fatgum knew, hence why he sent the blonde over. The great explosive hero was one of the few people that could blow a hole right through his hardened armor.
Both figuratively and literally.
With tears in his eyes, he dropped his bright grin and let the damn of emotion bust. He explained everything that had happened. The robbery, the hospital, you, your son, the night he first met you, the security footage, everything! Hell, he was sure he went into a little too much detail when he described you and that night.
The blonde just stood there shell shocked as he tried to absorb the word vomit hurled at him.
“S-so, yeah… I might… have a…” he couldn’t finish. He just let the silence hang between them.
“You… dumbass.” He sighed quietly, running his hand through his hair before looking him right in the eyes. While his best friend was known far and wide to have a temper, when shit got real, it was eerie how calm and focused he was. “Are you sure he’s your?”
“I-I don’t know. I mean-”
“Have you talked to the mother?”
“N-No!”
“Have you talked to anyone about this?” He pressed. “Does anyone else think you’re the father?”
“No! Well, Fat might, but that’s cause he was with me when I put the piece together. But I haven’t told or asked anyone else about this. Honestly, other than the mother, I don’t even know who else to go-” The redhead piped up. Something flashed in his friend’s eyes, and for a moment, he looked like he was ready to commit murder. Fuck was he made? He hadn’t come to him about this yet!? Of course, he was! He was finding this out because his boss called him, not because he had called him! Some friend he is... “I was totally going to call you about this! I swear! You’re my best friend. This just happened so suddenly!”
“I know you would, Ei. Chill.” The blonde’s features soften for a second, soothing the redhead some. But he could tell Katsuki was trying to keep his temper in check. “I’m not mad at you but, I’ll ask again. Does anyone else know about this?”
“Honestly, I have no idea. I only found out about this today, and I haven’t had any contact with (Y/N) since the other day and well at Izuku’s birthday party.”
“Ok. Stay here for a bit. You need to calm down. We need more information first. If he isn’t your kid, you’re losing your shit for nothing. And if he is... well,” He paused, “Cross that bridge when you come to it.” He pushed the hero towards the couch and made him sit down. “I need to make a phone call.”
Kirishima blinked as his best friend made his way towards his front door. “NOW SIT THERE. SHUT UP AND CALM DOWN!”
*SLAM*
This was a new level of anger for the blonde. He couldn’t stand seeing the redhead like this. He felt even worse, leaving him alone like this. The damn guy lived off socialization with others, so for him to be facing this alone.
Yeah... it really pissed him off.
The blonde stomped his way back to his apartment, which was just a few doors down. He did need to make a phone call; he hadn’t been lying. But it was a call, that big, dense red rock didn’t need to hear.
Fuck. He couldn’t believe this. Did shitty hair really have a kid?
Katsuki made his way inside his home. The home he shared with not only his wife but his newborn daughter.
Fuck. He has a kid… and he never even knew.
As he made his way through the foyer and into the living room, something caught his eye. Something black, orange, green, and tiny laid on top of a basket of unfolded laundry. It was the custom design onesie Momo had gotten for their daughter as a baby shower gift. The custom design was made to look like his hero costume. While he scoffed at the thing initially, he made sure that she wore home from the hospital.
Well, tried. About halfway through the hospital parking lot, she decided now was the best time to need a diaper and outfit change.
Little brat. He smirked.
If you’d ask him a few years ago what he thought of kids, he would have brushed it off, not really caring about it. His hero career was his focus. He needed no had to be number one.
But now that he has a little one of his own, he realized there was more to life than being number one. Was he still going to do it? You bet your ass, but now that he has his wife and his child that climb to the top well, he couldn’t dream of making it there without them.
He couldn’t imagine a world without her. Let alone a world where he didn’t realize she existed.
He whipped out his phone and thumbed through his contacts.
Especially if someone knew about them.
He took a deep breath and hit send.
Someone close to not only the kid but himself.
And still not tell him.
He knows. There’s no way in hell that precipitative little shit doesn’t know!
One ring. Two rings. Three rings.
“K-Kacchan. This is a surprise. You never call. Is everything-” Katsuki cut him off.
“We need to talk. Now.”
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Links: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4
Thanks for the read! If you want see the other stuff I’ve done, click the link bellow!
Hello loves! I don’t know why I was in a super angsty mood but I was and wrote this but I ended it in fluff because I simply cannot hurt this man at all.
Paring: Taishiro Toyomitsu (FatGum) x F!Reader
Warnings: Angst to fluff, fighting, established relationship, talks of children, swearing, slight season 4 spoilers.
Summary: You met Taishiro in school, being high school sweethearts you two married after you graduated. You had the picture perfect marriage really. You two never really fought and you both supported each other in your careers, him being the pro hero he is, and you being a support hero making gear for whoever had enough money.
Word Count: 5,380
Dawn’s Note: I don’t know why I wanted to write something so angsty for our perfect Tai, he is perfect and I love him. This fic got away from me as you can tell from the word count. Have fun!
My Neighbor: Hawks - (Takami Keigo / Hawks x Reader
Funny Idea: Your neighbor is hawks.
Winged hero: Hawks. One of the fastest and youngest heroes pro heroes. Number 2 in hero ranks and number 1 in most eligible bachelors in all of Japan.
And drum roll, please! *Drummy sounds* Tada! He is your neighbor! Shocking, I know, right? The title totally doesn't give it away! Nope, not at all!
Anyways, you might be wondering, 'Nite! How did that happen?'
Well.. ya see... that funny story…
Also, sorry for any typo :)
Enjoy!
Notes: reader is 20+. No warning. Mild rating.
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"Please be fixed. Please be fixed. "You quietly prayed as you hesitantly reached for the handle that leads to the lobby of your apartment building.
The leasing office sent out a mass email earlier, letting all the tenants know that the central air was 'currently out of order' and they are 'working quickly to resolve the issue.' At least they were 'extremely sorry for any inconvenience this may cause and appreciate the patience of all tenants.'
They also explained how per the lease agreements, no discounts would be provided for maintenance issues and that the full rent would still be due.
I really need to move…
It just had to go out right smack dab in the middle of summer. And on one of the hottest days on record, no less!
You took a deep breath and pushed open the door into what could only be described as a magma cavern. Nope, you weren't on a tropical island; this was just the lobby. Damn, if it was this hot here, you can't imagine what your apartment must feel like.
You trudged your way through the muggy lobby grabbing your mail on your way over to the stairwell. By the time you made up to the very top floor, you were out of breath and drenched in sweat. Honestly, it looked like you just took a dip in a pool. Your clothes clung to every part of your sticky, overheating body. Hell, you were just happy you didn't have a heat stroke by the time you reached your front door.
You prayed your apartment would be cooler.
It wasn't!
It was giving the stairwell a run for its money.
Oh, hell no... NOPE! Not dealing with this.
You marched through the doorway, making sure to lock the door behind you, not like it would make much of a difference. You didn't see or hear anyone on the trip up or in the hallways. No doubt the other residences did the smart thing and retreated for someplace much cooler. You tossed the stack of mail on your end table without checking it. You'd deal with it later. More than likely, the postal carrier had mixed them up again with the tenant next door.... again...
Later problem for later me! Cool now!
You barely made it to your living room before you started peeling your sweat-soaked clothes off. Thankfully you lived alone, so you didn't have to worry about shocking anyone as you made your way to your bedroom. Tossed your clothes in the hamper before slipping into the thinnest shorts and tank top you could find. You would have said to hell with clothes in general at this point, but if you were going to cool this place off, you need to get some airflow in this place asap. That means windows and doors need to be open.
And for the next hour, that's what you did. Every window you had was open as far as they would go, along with the sliding glass door that led to your balcony. The breeze that flowed through your home was still hot and muggy, but it was then nothing. You also gather any and every fan you had, even the pitiful little desk fan that sounded like it was on its last leg. If it ocellated or moved air in any way, shape, or form, that bitch was on high!
It took a little bit, but it felt like you could breathe as the temperature started to drop. Of course, by then, you were on the verge of dehydration and also contemplated, more than once, curling up in your fridge until that accursed flaming ball of gas in the sky went down.
But you had food in there, and you can't waste food. Damn it.
Speaking of food...
You enjoyed a large bowl of ice cream and about three glasses of water. You reveled in the coolness of the sweet treat in your stomach, which gave you motivation for your next venture.
A nice cool shower.
You let the cool water flow over your whole body for what seemed like forever. Letting it wash away the stress, heat, and sweat of the day right down the drain. By the time you were done, your fingers were pruney, and the sun had descended entirely.
Damn, you were tired.
You lazily dried yourself and considered just going to bed as you were. You were on the 15th floor of your apartment building, so it wasn't like you had to worry about anyone peeking in your window. But you still didn't feel comfortable sleeping naked with your windows opened, and you really didn't want to close them.
After a short debate, you settled on a thin tank, and underwear was a good compromise.
Your body felt sluggish as you made your track to your bedroom. It was still relatively early, but between your job and the heat, you were completely and utterly wiped.
Bed... Sleep...
You showed your bed no mercy as you tore the covers off the nicely made bed and tossed them across the room. Then with no grace whatsoever, you let yourself collapse into the cool embrace of your mattress. Between the comfort of your bed and the white-nose of the fans, it didn't take long for drifted off to sleep.
***Later that night
The summer night air was hot and humid as the Wing hero: Hawks, flew high above the city. Even at the higher altitude, the air was so thick, it felt like he was swimming in a dense swamp rather than soaring through the sky. His whole body felt sore and heavy, so much so that he was actually an effort to keep himself afloat.
Damn, that villain really did a number on me. One more hit, and my goose would have been cooked.
The shift today had been long and hard, thanks to a tough group of villains that left him banged up and exhausted. He ended up having to get patched up at a hospital. The doc that ended up putting him back together tried to get him to stay, but he managed to talk him into agreeing on releasing him. Though, he would have flown the coupe either way. He couldn't stand hospitals or clinics. Not that there was anything wrong with those places. They just reminded him too much of the commission. Orderly. Sterile. Functional.
Which is nice for a hospital, not for life. He has almost 20 years of experience with it to make him an expert on that subject.
Shit got old quick….
Though honestly, it wasn't like his place was much better. It was a simple bed, one bath apartment. Top floor, of course, with a balcony that looked over the inconspicuous neighborhood it was built in. Now being the number two hero, you'd think he makes enough to live somewhere a bit more… well, expensive. But while he did live the high life, it was nice to have a place he could go and just be Keigo, not Hawks.
And speaking of, he could see his balcony coming into view.
He swooped down over the rallying, stumbling a bit in the landing. It was pitch black, and his eyes felt as heavy as his body. Thankfully, though, he didn't fallout then there. Camping wasn't his thing, and while the balcony was rather spacious, his bed sounded much more comfortable.
Ahh, home sweet home.
That's weird. Did I forget to lock the door again?
He shrugged, not giving it much thought. He'd been in a hurry this morning, getting called in for an emergency issue downtown. And it wasn't like the first time he'd forgotten to lock the door behind him. Plus, he lived on the top floor; it's not like he had to worry about people just walking in off the streets.
Lot easier targets than his humble abode.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Damn, it was hot. He must have forgotten to turn the AC on this morning. The apartment was hot and muggy, but he honestly couldn't have cared less. An oven sounded like a good place to take a nap at this point. His body started moving on its own towards the bedroom, stripping out of his hero costume along the way.
Bed. Sleep. Bed. Sleep. Bed. Sleep.
His mind chanted over and over, clothes would be tomorrow's problem. He didn't even bother turning on any lights as he maneuvered through the living room and down the hallway. He'd lived there for over a year, so he knew the layout like the back of his hand.
By the time he made it to his bed, he was down to only his boxers. He was about to pull those down, too, but the moment his legs came in contact with the mattress, it was like whatever energy was left was drained out of him.
He sighed and let his body fall forward across the bed that would give him the sweet relief he so desperately needed.
Thump!
Huh? Why did his mattress feel all lumpy?
A loud shriek jolted him back to life long enough to realize that he was not alone. That the lumps in his bed weren't his covers, but a body.
There was a person in bed.
He shifted his weight, forcing himself up as the body under him started to trash and yell.
"Huh? What are you doing in my-" He managed to murmur out before a sharp pain to the side of his head finally did him in, and his mind gave in to the darkness of unconsciousness.
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Your dreams were a God sent.
You were in a winter wonderland. Cool snowflakes danced all around. A cool breeze would blow every now again. It was like you could hear the clinking sound of ice hitting the window. Oh, what was that? The sound of heavy snow falling from the tree limbs? How wonderful!
So wonderful. So peaceful. So cool.
But everything changed when you were jolted awake by something pinning you to your bed. Whatever it was, was large, heavy, and sweaty.
You shrieked as you realized it was a person! There was a person on top of you! You trashed about trying to push the weight off of you, but you couldn't seem to get them off you. You screamed louder and struggled harder until their weight shifted.
"Huh?" The voice above you was drowsy sounding definitely that of an adult male. Your panic doubled as he shifted again, giving you a little more wiggle room. You still couldn't get free, but you took the opportunity to reach for something, anything to defend yourself with. Like hell, you were going down without a fight! Finally, you managed to wrap your fingers around something large on your bedside table. "What are you doing in my-?" You didn't let your attacker finish as you bashed the lamp into the side of his head.
He let out a loud 'off' as he rolled off the bed, giving you enough time to scrabble to the opposite side of the bedroom, hitting the lights.
Were those....wings?
Peaking over the side of the bed was, in fact, crimson feathers.
Who or what the fuck is that?
*******
Hawk's head pounded as he slowly stirred.
Shit, did he get drunk last night?
Slowly he opened his eyes, wincing from the light flooding the room along the memories of the night before. That's weird; he didn't remember turning on any lights.
Was it morning already?
He went to stretch his sore, aching body but quickly realized he couldn't.
He glanced down at himself and saw that yeap he was in his boxers and tied- wait.... were those power cord and... belts?
He blinked. What the hell? His upper body was bound in what looked to be a mix of various power cords and belts. Did someone break into his place and attack him?
Who in their right mind would break into his house? He was a hero! One of the top in the country!
He sighed as he tested the 'ropes.' Well, if this was a robbery, it was poorly planned, to put it mildly. The assailant left his wings completely free, and the binding was so poorly tied that he could slip right, with little effort.
A squeak of a floorboard caused his head to jerk up and glare at his attacker. A person carefully stepped into his view. And well, of all the things he'd been prepared for... you weren't it. And certainly not you, in nothing but your underwear, a tank top, and wielding a lamp like it was a baseball bat.
Well... this is... unexpected.
He could only stare at you in confusion that years of training couldn't even stop. Huh? You didn't look like a villain, much less a burglar. Honestly, you didn't look like a fighter at all.
If you weren't a villain, then...
He mentally groaned.
Great. You were a fan... and a crazy one at that.
Over his career, he's had a few run-ins with crazy or obsessed fans of his. He couldn't count the number of times he's had to change his phone number or move his safe house. Even with the commission on his side, his info still got out!
Maybe they should start hiring them instead...
Well... at least you were easy on the eyes. He thought as he gave you a once over. Your hair was a mess, and was that a bit of drool on your chin?
Yeap, just another crazy yet fairly active fan.
"Hey there." He greeted you with a warm smile, causing you to jump. He needed to play this out some. Escaping wouldn't be a problem, and he already had a few feathers at the ready in case you tried something. But he was hoping it wouldn't come to that. As irritated as he was at you, he didn't want to hurt you. You weren't a villain, just... confused. "It's not every day, I wake up to beauty like you. How about you untie me so I can introduce myself properly."
He gave you a charming smile as he watched your face go from nervous to confused and then to anger.
"L-Like, hell, I'm telling you my name after what you did!" You took a step forward and raise your weapon up slightly higher, ready to strike. "And don't flirt with me, you creep!"
Hmm, that usually works.
"My bad. I didn't mean to offend you. If you untie me, I'm sure I can figure out a few ways to make up for it." He winked, keeping his smile friendly and inviting. He needed to figure a way out of this that didn’t involve him hurting you or land him on every news station in the country.
*****
"You're seriously fucked up in the head, you know that! I am not untying you!" You yelled as a blush slowly crept over your cheeks. You were shocked at the stones this guy had! He broke into your home and attacked you while you were asleep. And now he was flirting with you?! Like this, a date or something!
Something in his eyes flashes for a split second, and you saw one of his wings twitch.
Why did he keep looking at you like that?
"D-Don't try anything! The police are on their way!" At least you hoped they were. You hadn't been able to call them, cause stupid you forgot to put your phone to charge when you got home. It was completely dead. You could only hope one of your neighbors who stayed had neared the commotion and called for help.
"Police?" His golden bird-like eyes went wide for a moment. Did he really think you wouldn't call for help?
"Yes, the police! You broke into my home and attacked me in my sleep! What did you just expect me to call for a parade?!"
"Wait…" You could see the gears turning in his head as he glanced around your room. His eyes suddenly went wide.
"So… you're not one of my fans?"
"Fan? WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE A FAN OF A PSYCHO LIKE YOU!?!"
"Wait! This is just a misunderstanding!"
"How the hell is breaking into someone's home, attacking them in their bed in the middle of the night a 'misunderstanding'?"
"Look, all I remember is flying home. Walking through my…" The man trailed off. "Wait, what address is this?"
"Like I'd give my address to a villain?" You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
"I'm already here like it's really going to make a difference?" He growled before giving you a glare. You watched as his wings poofed up a bit. "Also, watch the insults. I'm a hero, not a villain."
"Likely story." You deadpanned. "You could at least come up with something more believable than that..."
"W-wait... You don't recognize me?" You gave him a once over. "Take a really good look at me." His wings stretched out a bit. "Anything thing ring a bell?" You just stared at him blankly. Granted, he was good looking, and if he wasn't a criminal, he could easily be on the cover of a magazine. "Seriously?"
"Pretty convenient of you to pick the home of someone who doesn't follow heroes, huh?"
"More like, inconvenient. If you did, you'd recognize me in a heartbeat." He sighed. "Look, just check my pants pocket. You'll find my credentials."
"How do I know this isn't just a trick? Or maybe they're fake."
"It's not a trick! Look, if you're that worried, just get your phone and google me. I'm the wing hero: Hawks." Huh? Why would he suggest that? He wouldn't know about your phone... so why would he tell you to get it? You could call for help. That should be the last thing he wants. You pondered for a moment.
****
"Fine, I'll check. But this better not be a trick," You paused. "cause if it is, I got another lamp with your name on it!" He watched as you gradually made your way towards his discarded clothes. While you searched for his wallet, he glanced over to the shattered remains of what he assumed was your first weapon.
Well, that explains the small blood trail on the side of his head and his headache.
Finally, after what felt like forever, you found it. You made your way back to him as he watches you juggle, keeping your on him, holding the lamp, and reading his ID.
"Hero license, Hero: Hawks, Name: Takami Keigo." You mumbled as your eyes darted between the ID's picture and himself. He could still see the doubt in your eyes. Damn, if this didn't work, he was going to have to free himself. Hopefully, he'd be quick enough to do that and subdue you without hurting you much. "Wait… Takami… Keigo.." Your eyes went wide, and he had to admit, his name sounded a little too good coming from you. "Wait! That's the name on the mail that keeps getting put in my box!" A look of realization and shock washes over you. "You're my neighbor!"
"Ah, so you're the one that's been slipping my mail under my door!" He couldn't help but smile and sigh internally. Finally, somethings going right! " Nice to finally meet you! Sorry I haven't had a chance to introduce myself before now. Work keeps me pretty busy."
"You're a hero… and you're my neighbor…." Your eyes were wide as you stared at him.
"Looks that way."
"THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BREAK INTO MY HOME!"
"It was an accident! I swear! I was exhausted and just flew to the wrong balcony. Honest. The glass door was open, and I didn't even realize I was in the wrong place." He tried to reason with you.
"Didn't you think it was a little strange that the furniture wasn't yours, or how about the fact that I was IN the bed?"
"Like I said, I was exhausted." He just shrugged before mumbling. "And well, let's just say you wouldn't be the first time a fan found where I lived and tried to surprise me in bed."
".... so you thought I was some psycho who broke into your home just to try and sleep with you…" You glared at him, clearly annoyed. "You realize I'm still holding a weapon right now, and remember..." You gestured with the lamp. "I gotta pretty mean swing..."
"Easy there, Chickadee. I'm joking. And I wouldn't call you psycho just... A little touched in the head." That earned him a glare that made him chuckle. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding."
"You like pissing people off, don't you?"
"I've been known to ruffle some feathers from time to time."
"Look," You sighed as you tried to process everything that just happened. "This is just... too much..." You sat the lamp down finally. "Damn, I'm sorry."
"No worries. This one on me." He made a move to stand.
"Oh, here, let me..."
"All good, I got it." He stood up, letting the restraints fall off of him like they weren't even there, let alone tied.
"H-how did y-you?"
"Oh, yeah. Word of advice, ya might wanna work on knots." He chuckled as he stretched.
"Y-You could have gotten free at any time… why didn't you?"
"Like I said, I'm a hero." He walked forward while you moved to the side, eyes still wide-eyed." If I'd freed myself before you realized who I was, you would have freaked out. Honestly, the last thing I want is for you to get hurt or you to go screaming down the hallway in your underwear." He informed you as your face turned beet red, and you then tried to pull your shirt down. He laughed at the poor attempt to hide. "Well then, gotta say this would make a hell of a story, but I'd really appreciate it if we kept this between us." He could help but tease you more. You looked so damn cute when you're flustered. "Not to brag or anything, but I'm a pretty well-known hero and have a reputation to uphold." He sent out a few of his feathers to help gather his gear while he talked to you. You were so entranced watching his feathers work that he had to repeat himself again.
"I-I-I… Yes!" Your eye finally snapped back into focus on him. "Of course! Just between us!"
"Great! Glad that's settled." He took a step towards you and held out his hand. You finally got the message and handed his wallet back to him. "My superiors and PR would have my tail feathers if this got out." He ginned. "Well, would you look at the time!" He grinned while making his way to the sliding glass door and out to the balcony, his floating clothes trailing behind him. "Best be on my way. I have an early shift in the morning. Sweet dream angle." And with that, he stepped out to the balcony and fluttered over to his.
Damn, what a night!
*****
Extra:
The next morning.
You woke up late, groggy and sweaty. The AC was still out, and your apartment was slowly heating up.
With a heavy sigh, you forced yourself out of bed, put on shorts, and headed to the kitchen.
Last night was a hell of a night.
Your neighbor is a hero...
What are the odds of that?
You reached up into your cabinet and pulled down your favorite cereal.
Whatever, he can't be that good if he made that big of a mistake, right?
You quickly made your breakfast and headed for your balcony. There was a slight breeze blowing that morning, making it almost bearable outside.
Almost...
Huh? What's that?
There was a large brown bag sitting on your patio table.
That wasn't there before...
You sat your bowl down and picked it up. Whatever it was, it was a decent size and heavy. You opened the bag, and the first thing you found was a note.
'Sorry again about last night. Here's a little gift for you to make up for it.
Bet you could do some real damage with this one. Batter up, chickadee!
Your neighbor,
-Hawks'
You reached further into the bag and pulled out... a lamp?
It was made out of wood and metal, making the damn thing large and pretty heavy. It was well made and couldn't have been cheap! You pulled it further out of the back, and when you saw the shape of the body, you couldn't help it: you busted out laughing. The damn thing was in the shape of a roaster!
Your neighbor... is a hero... and a strange one at that...
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BNHA Pokedex entry: A wild Kirishima Eijiro appears!
Ok, I want to combine my love for Pokémon with my love for BNHA. I didn’t want to do something too complicated, so I just put together an ‘If BNHA characters were Pokémon, what would their info be?’
This is the result of that thought :D
Please note If you don’t see a move/ability/nature/type on the list, please be nice, there are a LOT of moves/abilities/natures/types, and I wanted to keep this short *cough cough* plus, I might use other moves for other characters and I don’t want to double them up *cough cough*.
Name: Eijiro (Black Haired)
Evolution Line: 1st
Type: Normal
Nature Type: Relaxed (+Defence, - Speed)
Ability: Rough Skin(Inflicts damage to the attacker on contact.)
Hidden Ability: Sturdy (It cannot be knocked out with one hit)
Dex Entry: Eijiros can be somewhat timid. While they have a strong defensive quirk, they often hesitate in battle. As they grow, they will train themselves to lessen their hesitation.
Level up Moves:
Scratch (Normal)
Hard, pointed, and sharp claws rake the target to inflict damage)
Harden (Normal)
The user stiffens all the muscles in its body to raise its Defense stat
Headbutt (Normal)
A ramming attack that may cause flinching
Sharpen (Normal)
The user makes its edges more jagged, which raises its Attack stat
Bulk Up (Fighting)
The user tenses its muscles to bulk up its body, boosting both its Attack and Defense stats
Karate Chop (Fighting)
The foe is attacked with a sharp chop
Name: Red Riot
Evolution Line: 2nd (Evolves from Eijiro at level 15)
Type: Normal/Rock
Nature Type: Relaxed (+Defence, - Speed)
Ability: Rock Head (Protects from recoil damage)
Hidden Ability: Friend Guard (Reduces the damage done to allies)
Dex entry: Red Riot, the evolved form of Red Riot. Red Riots are very protective of their friends and others around them. It will use its hardened body as a shield to protect them while in combat.
Lvl up Moves:
Work Up (Normal)
Raises user's Attack and Special Attack
Rock Smash (Fighting)
The user attacks with a punch that can shatter rock. It may also lower the target's Defense stat
Head Smash (Rock)
The user attacks the target with a hazardous, full-power headbutt. This also damages the user terrible
Helping Hand (Normal)
A move that boosts the power of the ally's attack in a battle
Mega Punch (Normal)
The target is slugged by a punch thrown with muscle-packed power
Protect (Normal)
This move enables the user to protect itself from all attacks. Its chance of failing rises if it is used in succession
Endure (Normal)
The user endures any attack with at least 1 HP
Name: Red Riot Pro
Evolution Line: 3rd (Evolves from Red Riot at level 25)
Nature Type: Relaxed (+Defence, - Speed)
Type: Rock / Fighting
Ability: Big Pecks (Protects the Pokémon from Defense-lowering attacks)
Hidden ability: Dauntless Shield (Boosts Defense in battle)
Lvl up Moves:
Coaching (Fighting)
The user properly coaches it allies, boosting their Attack and Defense stats
Noble Roar (Normal)
Letting out a noble roar, the user intimidates the target and lowers its Attack and Sp. Atk stats
Body Press (Fighting)
The user attacks by slamming its body into the target. The higher the user's Defense, the more damage it can inflict on the target
Close Combat (Fighting)
The user fights the target up close without guarding itself. It also cuts the user's Defense and Sp. Def
Power-Up Punch (Fighting)
Striking opponents over and over makes the user's fists harder. Hitting a target raises the Attack stat
Wide Guard (Rock)
Protects the user's team from multi-target attacks
No Retreat (Fighting)
This move raises all the user's stats but prevents the user from switching out or fleeing
(WRITTEN CHAPTER)
Warnings: brief mentions of blood and hospitalization
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The sounds of sirens rang somewhere in the background as you slowly started to lose consciousness, the blood pooling underneath you from your wounds had long since soaked through your shirt. “DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME, CHECK ON YN” Kirishima’s voice rang through the chaos, the sound of feet running across the pavement was muffled behind the dozen bodies fighting on the rooftop. “YN, YN, Look at me, c’mon” a hand came up to help support your face, tapping it lightly while the other helped put pressure against the gash on your abdomen. “‘M fine” You mumbled, opening your eyes to be met with a worried Bubble Girl. A flash of relief flashed through her eyes before concern took over her features once more as she swept over your poor state. “I’ll be fine Bubble, it’s nothing” you muttered, your eyes closing once more as a shiver ran up your spine. She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed a number, her eyes taking in every injury you had sustained. “Eraser we need to pull Mirio out of the building, now. Have him meet in the alley where the extra car is parked. He has 2 minutes”
“SHINSO” she yelled, her arm snaking around you to help you up. No sooner had she managed to get you standing when you felt a different set of arms hold on to you tightly, one hand brushing the stray hair out of your face. “Take her down to where you parked your vehicle. Mirio will meet you there, he needs to be with her. Take them to the hospital, I’ve got this covered. Go, Now.” “Hold on princess” you heard him murmur softly into your ear, your hands immediately going to grasp his hero costume as he got a better grip on you before he jumped off the building and into the alleyway. “Promise me you’ll tell him” you muttered against his chest, not having the energy to look up. “I’ll tell him when you tell-” “Shinso” you cut him off, your grip tightening around the capture weapon that had just settled back around his neck after using it to get down from the rooftop. “Promise me” you urged him once you stopped moving. “I promise” You met his gaze, giving him a weak smile before you were interrupted by the sound of footsteps running towards you. He settled you against one of the vehicles you had used for transport before stepping in front of you to act as a shield.
AN: I am so so so so so sorry for how long this took! :/ I wish I had a valid excuse for this but I don’t… I hope ya’ll enjoy it!
Links: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3
Also side note I know I’m messed up a few little things but I will edit tomorrow as I go through it. Its late D: But I promised myself I would post this today.
******
Two days…
Two long, boring desk duty days.
Kirishima sighed loudly as he signed and initialed what had to be the same form for the tenth time in the same case file!
Ah, bureaucracy of the hero world at its finest.
Now UA prepared him for a lot of things.
How to use his quirk fully, fighting villains, saving people, etc.
But one thing they didn’t prepare him for was the amount of paperwork that came with his hero career.
Hmm… maybe that’s why they gave so much homework…
Sign. Initial. Sign. Checkmark. Checkmark. Sign. Date. Wait, was he suppose to sign here or there? Crap, is that the right date? Did he just date everything wrong?! No wait, false alarm, the date is correct.
His chair gave a loud creak as he stretched his back, glancing up at the clock. He’d been at this for hours now, and he still hadn’t even made a dent in the wall of folders on his desk.
His mind started to wander as he stared up at the clock hands that he swore he saw moved backward a few times.
I wonder how (Y/N) doing…
It was crazy how badly he wanted to call up to the hospital and check on you, but… he was nervous. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he’s some creepy ex stalker who you literally barely knew you.
He just… was worried about you. He wasn’t looking for another hookup! No, no, no! He just wanted to see how you were. He did care about you, not in a creepy way just in a general way!
Luckily he wasn’t completely in the dark about your condition, thanks to his green-haired bro. The morning after the robbery, Kirishima woke up to a thoughtful text on your condition. He even got an update on your son, who loved his news toys and played hard with them till he passed out in his mother’s arms.
God, he wished he could have seen it.
He sighed loudly before tossing the file in the ‘completed’ section while reaching for the next one. He blinked as he lifted up the hefty folder.
It was the toy store robbery.
Damn, this was going to be a long one—numerous villains, along with multiple injured civilians and a fair bit of collateral damage. This was going to take the rest of the day. Thankfully, though, Fatgum should be just getting back from lunch, and the store just had a damn good security system installed last week.
“Well, would ya look at that? I guess paper really does beat rock.” A slightly slimmer Fatgum chuckled as he walked in their shared office, arms full of takeaway bags.
“Ha Ha,” Kirishima laughed sarcastically, glancing over to the older hero. “Got enough food, Toyo?”
“I used quite a bit of energy yesterday on that emergency call. Gotta bulk back up.” He dumped the food on to the small table across the room. “Plus, we’re going to be here a while when those reports.”
“Yeaaaaah. Just got to the toy store one. Did the detective ever send the surveillance footage over?”
“Yeap, got it this morning. Check your email. I think you’re on it too.“
"Sweet. I’ll load it up.”
“And I got the snacks,” He grinned as he held up one of the bags.
After some quick furniture rearrangement, two sat side by side in their chairs, video buffed, snacks to side, pen and paper at the ready for notes. This was still work after all. They chose to use the blondes’ monitor since it was bigger. He had seniority, so he typically got the good stuff, which the redhead was cool with.
The first 20 minutes of the video was pretty boring so then ended up fast-forwarding until a familiar pair entered the frame.
It was you and your son. The two of you were slowly making your way down the sidewalk towards the store. Kirishima, who’d previously been slouched and looking rather bored, was not hyper-focused on the screen in front of them. Which didn’t go unnoticed by his mentor, who just snickered quietly to himself.
“Look! There they are!” The younger hero couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two you. You had a sly smile on while your son, who was looking rather frustrated, said something to you. He watched as your lips moved, but nothing came from the speakers. What were the two of you talking about?
Damn, he wished there was audio.
“They look pretty happy, don’t they?” Fat gum comment just as you pointed to the shop, the kids’ faces lit up like a Christmas tree. The kid wasted no time as he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside the store.
“Yeah, they really do.” Kirishima grinned as he pressed a key, switching the view to inside. The redhead beamed as the two of you bounced from isle to isle, your son getting physically more and more excited.
Something churned in him.
Something that’s been happening here a lot recently. He noticed it a few weeks ago.
How his gaze would linger on families he’d pass down the street or on Bakugou as he interacted with his daughter. He really didn’t know what it was at first and just tried to ignore it.
But when he ran into you and your son two days ago, those emotions were brought to the forefront. And these last two days of drowning himself in work wasn’t just to get you off his mind. It was to drown out his feelings.
He… wanted this…
A wife…. A kid… A family…
Not that he doesn’t have a family! He’s still got both of his parents plus his sister he talks to on a pretty regular basis. He’s also really close with his friends to the point where he thought of them as family. Hell, his literal best friend lives right next door to him. You’d think he has it all?
A loving and supportive family. Amazing friends. An awesome career that is literally his dream.
Sounds fantastic, right?
But sometimes, after the long hard days. His apartment just felt empty.
He was greeted with a quiet (Bakugou’s yelling is more like background noise to him now) home.
No one to greet him when he gets home after a long day.
No one to just cuddle and share thoughts with. Even the stupid or random ones.
No one to share meals with while they go over plans or talk about their days.
No one to have petty arguments with like who ate all the cereal and didn’t put it on the list, who left the cap off the toothpaste, not replacing the toilet paper.
No one but himself.
He had a few roommates for a while, but they all moved out to live with their s/o. He’d tried dating and even had a girlfriend move in with him once, but that ended badly. Hero life was hard. Being the significant other of a hero, well, that could be even harder some days. They broke up not long after, and he’d been single ever since.
He mentally sighed. Guess it was the bachelor’s life him…
He continued to watch the two of you browse another aisle as you made your way to the back of the store. From the angle of the camera, he could barely see you now. His hand itched to switch the view to the rear camera, but he restrained himself. This was his job; he needs to watch for the villains, not ogle you. No matter how beautiful you were. How soft and sweet your voice was. Or how quickly that demeanor changed when it came to the safety of your son. He knows first hand you don’t come between a momma bear and her cub. He wouldn’t lie, seeing you go into protective mode, just… damn.
Thankfully, before that thought could go any further, two figures walked through the front door and into the frame. It was the villains. They could only watch as the villains made their way over to the front desk and the shopkeeper.
The villains split up, the smaller one stayed near the desk while the larger one stalked around closer to the racks. He could see the villains and the shopkeeper talking but couldn’t make out what was being said. Lip reading wasn’t his thing. But it was apparent the villains were trying to intimidate the scared-looking man.
A flash in the corner of the screen brought his attachment back to you as you and your son moved closer to the front and ultimately closer into danger.
“No..go back…” Kirishima whispered under his breath as he watched the next bit unfold. The brute yelled something, gave his partner before giving the rack on end a hard shove. Toys and plushies tumbled from their metal shelves as the racking toppled over into the one beside it.
He already knew what was coming.
That rack fell into the next, which fell into the next one. Line by line, row by row. All the shelves dominoed into each.
His eye darted from the villain back to where you were, his body on full alert. Your head jerks to the side, no doubt from the sound of the loud crashing. With reflexes that surprised even him, he watched as you grabbed your son just as the shelf beside you gave in to the weight of the rows before it.
“Is there any other view on them?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking. Yeah they were suppose to keep their eyes on the villain's for the report but...
“Yeah, there’s one in the back.” Fat was already reaching for the keyboard as he glared at the screen, his food seemingly forgotten. The screen flashed for switching over to the back of the shop.
It was total chaos. Toys, plushies, and other items were scattered everywhere from the falling rows. And there in the middle of the disaster area was you and your son. Nearly all of you laid beneath the rack currently pinning you to the floor, save for your one arm and your head. Your son wasn’t in any better of a position; he could only see the top of his head. Suddenly the video stopped. Fatgum had paused the video before playing back the part of you, grabbing your son, right before the rack fell.
“Good reflexes.” The older man sighed in relief. “Little guy would have been crushed if he’d stayed .” Kirishima could only nod as they continued to watch. The video was back to where it was before, with the two of you being pinned under the rack. Even though he couldn’t seem much of you, he knew the two of you were scared. How could you not be? Damn, he should have gotten there faster!
If he’d been faster, maybe… you wouldn’t have gotten hurt as bad, or your son wouldn’t have been as scared. Though, to be honest, it was just chance they’d been in the area. Guess you could say it was a right place at the right time kind deal. The two heroes just finished their shift and were heading back to the agency. They’d gotten into a debate on food and made a wrong turn, which put them on that street. A loud crash caught the attention of a civilian across who called to them from across the street.
If they hadn’t been there, how long would it have taken for the call to come in? How long would you have been pinned there? How long would your son have to watch you suffer, alone, scared?
A shadow in the corner of the screen shook him from his thoughts. It was the bigger villain making his way towards the back of the store.
“Hide…” Kirishima mumbled as they watched the villain make his way over to you. You shifted, hiding your son further into the small hollow, but leaving you exposed and unprotected.
“The detective said in the email that a part of this was pretty hard to watch, I’m guessing that’s about to come up…” Fatgum muttered sadly, putting his snacks down on the table. They watched as the villain stopped in front of you. The man was clearly saying something to you, but you only kept your head down, shielding your young son. The villain tensed for a moment. Was it something you did? Or maybe you said? Whatever it was clearly angered him as he gave you a wicked grin before putting his foot on the rack above you. Before, the redhead wished there was sound, but now, he was grateful for the silence.
"That bastard!“ He saw red as he watched you scream from the man applying more force to the shelf.
"Easy Red, they’re both ok, that guy won’t be able t-.” The older man tried to calm down his partner, well, until the villain kicked you in the face. That made the older hero jump to his feet. “That fiend! Just you wait till we get there! You’ll regret that!” As enraged as Kirishima was, he couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at how quick his mentor’s demeanor changed.
After picking his char up off the floor, Fat sat back down, and the two returned to watching the video. It wasn’t long, for they saw the villain’s lip moves, still looking over for walking off-screen. You weren’t moving, and your face was now covered in blood.
Nothing moved on the screen for the longest time. Fat was just about to reach over and speed up the video when something caught his eye.
It was your son.
Kirishima’s heart broke as he watched the small boy pull himself out from under the wreckage. He was shaking, and his clothes were torn, but thankfully, he wasn’t hurt. Well, not physically anyway. How the kid managed to walk away from that unscathed was a miracle. (Y/S/N) looked in the villain’s direction before turning back to you. It was hard to see the kids face at this angle, but the heroes didn’t need to. They knew he was crying as he gently shook you, trying to wake you up.
Sadly you weren’t waking up, not then anyway.
If he’d been in that kid’s shoes at his age, he would have given up right then and there.
But not this kid.
No, instead, he grabbed your arm and started pulling you. Trying to drag you up from under the rack.
This elementary school kid, who was just the victim of a villain attack, was trying with all his might to save his mom. He jerked and strained as he tried to pull you from under the massive weight, but you weren’t budging. He gave one final strong pull before slipping on remnants of a displaying, causing him to fall back on his butt. Kirishima had to physically stop himself from moving.
The kid was back on his feet in a flash, this time though he was trying to lift the rack. He knew he couldn’t lift the shelf; even with a quirk, it would be impossible for him given his size. But there he was still pushing with everything he had.
“Poor little guy. He must have been terrified but look at him. He’s really giving it his all."
"He’s an awesome kid. If it’d been me, I’d be too scared to move.” Kirishima’s voice was full of pride but held a trace of sadness. The redhead was proud of the squirt. Most kids, hell, most adults would have been paralyzed with fear.
But not him.
Despite the fear.
Despite the pain.
Despite the hopelessness.
He still kept trying.
He’d make a hell of a hero one day…
A flash of red in the corner of the screen jolted him from his thoughts.
It was himself. They’d finally arrived to help. While the video played out in front of them, the rest of his senses played his memory. He could hear the kids cry for help. He could feel the weight of the shelf as he moved behind the kid to rescue you. The warmth yet limpness of your body as he pulled you from the wreckage. The wailing of your son calling out for you. The relief when he felt your pulse still beating beneath the fragile skin of your neck. The overwhelming emotions as tried to comfort the small, terrified child in his arms.
Fatgum paused the video once everyone was out of frame. You on a stretcher and him with your son still in his arms.
“You did really good out there today, Red.” Fatgum grinned at him before reaching over to the file on the desk, flipping through the report.
“Thanks.” Kirishima sighed. “I just wish I could have done more. Maybe if I’d been faster, (Y/N) and (S/N) wouldn’t have had to suffer as much. Some hero I am…"
"Don’t say that! You did everything you could and believe me when I say this, at that moment, you truly became that kids hero.”
“Hmm…" Fatgum gave the folder in his hand a puzzled look before hit rewind on the footage.
"What’s up?” Kirishima glanced up at the larger hero.
“It’s nothing really. Just wondering something. The paramedics said the kid was ok right?”
“Yeah, they checked over him at the scene. His clothes were torn up some, but surprisingly, the little guy didn’t have a scratch on him.” A light bulb went off. “Wait, How did he do that? He was under that rack too!”
“That’s what I was wondering. Maybe he used his quirk? If he did, given the shape he momma was in, it might have saved his life.”
“Hmm… well, he did say that his quirk was kind of like mine. But I didn’t see him use it.” He thought back. Fat paused the video to right as the rack was falling on to the two of you. It was still hard to watch, but they went through it frame by frame. “I can’t see anything resembling a quirk…”
“Hmm… I can’t tell anything. If he has a defensive quirk, it doesn’t really stand out. Plus, with all the objects falling around them, it makes it harder to tell.
"Maybe his clothes are hiding it?”
“Hey, can you go to the part where he crawls out? I think there was a pretty good shot of him there.” Fatgum nod hit a few keys to comply. “There! Right there!” They let the video play out from there.
Until they saw it. For a split second, the kid is looking right at the camera, showing his whole face. And something… just looked off. Was something wrong with the camera? Maybe it was a trick of the light or the lens?
“Can we zoom in on his face?” Kirishima leaned forward, looking closely at the screen as Fat zoomed in on the boy’s face. The screen was blurry for a minute, but slowly the video started to render, making the image clearer.
What? Was his skin…. hardening?
No, it was just hardening.. it was sharpening too… Just like his…
Kirishima felt his heart take a free fall into his stomach.
The kid didn’t have a quirk similar to his.
No, his quirk was exactly like his!
The room started to spin as he felt like every molecule of breathable air suddenly took an exit stage right, right out of the room.
“Hey… Kirishima… when did you meet (L/N) again?” Kirishima could barely hear Fat’s question over the ringing in his ears.
Links: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3
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Funny little idea I had. Reader finds out she is prego and wants to surprise her hubby with the news :)
A/N: Nothing really. Charters are aged up. Female pronouns used.
Hope you enjoy it and sorry for typos, grammar and spelling errors! :)
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You were practically floating through your local market store's aisles, humming has you picked up items on your list.
Today was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and nothing could ruin your mood.
Not even the grumpy old lady blocking our path, complaining to a stock boy about ketchup prices could bring you down!
Any why might you ask?
Because today you got the best news in the world.
A few days ago, you went to your local clinic. You'd been feeling rather tired here lately and even a bit nauseous. You honestly thought nothing of it and just figured you had a stomach bug that'd been going around.
Image your surprise when the nurse on the other end of the phone informed you that you were not sick, just pregnant.
It took a few seconds for the information to process, but the moment it does. Oh boy! You screamed and cried in pure joy to the poor, probably now partially deaf nurse on the other end.
After many thank yous and a few apologies, you practically hung up on the women wanting to call your husband imminently.
You tried him on his cell and on his desk, but he must have been out on patrol. Meaning you wouldn't hear from him until much much later in the day
Damn.
That burst your bubble, but that just gave a chance to be... well, creative in your news delivery method. You'd spent the last few hours researching and watching videos in the theme of 'Surprising the father baby announcements.'
And boy, oh boy, did you get some ideas! Too many ideas! But you settled on one method in particular.
You smiled as you made your way over to the produce section.
Ah-ha! There's an item on your shopping list.
You reached out and grabbed two bags of baby carrots before tossing them into your cart.
It would be a night your husband would never forget!
Later that night...
Let me start off by saying this. You love your husband. Very very much.
Your husband, Kirishima Eijirou, is the most wonderful man on the planet. He is an amazing and loving husband. He is also an amazing hero. Ranked one of the best in Japan and one of the friendliest. The man is a literal saint who against all odds befriended Bakugou for goodness sake! You love him more than life itself.
Your husband is a lot of things but currently, you can only think of one way to describe your husband. In the words of the blonde explosive best friend, 'he has rocks for brains'.
Bless your husband's heart some days, he can be denser than his skin in his unbreakable form.
You expected him to overlook some of the food you made, BUT NOT EVERY FUCKING THING!
You made a spread of baby-related foods that could give a buffet restaurant a run for their money. You had it all, baby carrots, baby spinach, baby artichokes, baby corn, baby back ribs, fingerling potatoes, a cornish hen, deviled eggs, popcorn shrimp, you had it all! Hell, you even dropped a 'bun in the oven reference'. Twice!
But did he see the pattern?
Nope!
His only response was to stare/drool at the food and said, 'wow hun, if I'd known you be making this much food, I'd have invited Amajiki and Togata over'. Later on, he commented on how Fatgum would be jealous of the amazing food he's going to have for lunch tomorrow'.
While you appreciate the comments on your cooking. You could have strangled at that moment.
Dense. Very dense.
You chanted in your head while he pigged out, 'I love the father of my child, and I will not beat him over the head with chicken' over and over for most of dinner.
As the night continued, you realized after watching both 'Boss Baby' and 'Storks' that you would have to take drastic measures to get it through his thick skull.
Tomorrow, you'd bring out the big guns!
Maybe you should get Mina involved…
The next day…
"Hey, Red! Wow, what's with all the food?" Fatgum shouted as he watched the redhead placed another container on the table.
"(Y/N) went overboard last night and made a feast! We had a lot of leftovers, so I brought some of them in. Want some?"
"You bet I do! I love her cooking! You really lucked out!"
"Yeah, I did! I have no idea why she made so much food, but I'm ain't complaining!" He flagged over Amajiki, who just walked into the breakroom. "Hey, Amajiki! Join us!"
"T-thanks…." He shuffled over and eyed the spread of food on the table. "Um… Kirishima… was yesterday a special day or something for the two of you?"
"No, I don't th-WAIT" Kirishima had a moment of panic before checking his phone. "Nope. Our anniversary isn't for another few months, and her birthday was last month." He sighed in relief. "Man, Jiki, you can't do that to me. You bout gave me a heart attack." He took a bite of food. "Why'd ya ask anyways?"
"Well… it's just… this is a lot of food... And very...v-very… specific food that doesn't seem to go together, in a traditional sense…" The quiet man commented.
"What do ya mean?"
Fatgum took a second look at the food before his eyes went wide. "I-I think I see where you're going with this Sun.." He put down his bowl while his redhead appearance just looked cluelessly between the two. "So Red, what happened last night?"
"Nothing really. I came home, and she made this awesome food, we ate, watched a few movies and then went to bed." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Did she say anything about her day, or did she seem like she wanted to talk to you about something?"
"No. I mean, she said she had an awesome day but didn't really say what was so awesome about it. She looked great! Like… I don't know, she just… had this.. glow? Yeah, that's the word. She just seemed to be glowing! I mean, I'm not saying she wasn't attractive before! She's drop-dead gorgeous, but I don't know, here recently she's just been…. Wow…" Kirishima's features softened as he thought of his wife while Fat and Amajiki looked at each other. The older man's eyes lit up while the younger dark hair man gave a half-smile.
"H-has she been feeling ok?" Amajiki pressed.
"Yea-" He paused for a moment. "Well, she did say she wasn't feeling too good the other day and that she went to the doctor... She didn't say what they said, though.." He crossed his arms while he thought back. "Now that I think about it, she really didn't eat much last night, and I could have sworn I heard her throwing up this morning... But she just brushed it off when I asked about it…"
"Did she say what she thought was w-wrong?"
"No, she didn't. I even asked her if she wanted me to stay home with her today, but she said she'd be fine. She did promise me she'd take it easy." He almost jumped up. "You guys don't think she's getting sick, do you? I know there's been a stomach bug going around…"
"Oh, it sounds like she got bitten by a bug, alright!" Fat couldn't keep it in any longer as he gave the redhead a wide smile.
"Seriously? What do we do? Wouldn't the doctors have found out if she did? Do you think it was poisonous?!?!" Kirishima jumped up like he was ready to take off back home to tend to his 'sick' wife.
"Easy Red." Fat roared with laughter. "She'll be fine, but she's going to be feeling the effects of this for the next…. I'd say nine-ish months…."
"Huh?"
"Kirishima, I think you r-really need to go home and talk to your wife…" Amajiki interjected while Fat wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to control his laughter. Which he was failing at btw.
"Come on, guys! I'm freaking out here! Is (Y/N) ok?" The hero pleased with them trying to get a straight answer.
"Eijirou?" Every head in the room twisted in your direction as you stood in the doorway.
"(Y/N)! You're here! Are you ok? You haven't seen any weird spiders or anything around, right?" Kirishima rushed over to you as you made your way into the breakroom. You'd heard Fatgum laughing from down the hall and figured your husband was too far away.
"Spiders? Wait, what?"
"Fatgum thinks you might have been bitten by a bug! How are you feeling? Do you need a doctor?"
"Honey. Sweetie. I'm fine, I've already talked to the doctor." You chuckled as you tried to soothe your frazzled husband.
"You have? That's great! What did they say?"
"Well…" You trailed off. This wasn't going as planned. Your plan was to visit him in his office and surprise him with the little gift bag in your hand; from there, you hopped, he'd get the picture. The top item was a cute little 'I'm a riot' Red Riot baby onesie you in the merch store down the street. The next was a mini-set of red baby crocs. If he didn't get it at that point across, your last resort was the medical report from the doctor's office, showing that you were, in fact, pregnant. You made sure to highlight it, just to be safe.
"I'm afraid you're just going to have to be blunt about it (Y/N). He's really not getting it. Congratulations btw the way!" Fatgum was chuckling slightly still as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"S-sorry if we mess anything up…" Amajiki mumbled apologetically.
"Thanks! And don't worry about Amajiki, it's fine! This works out better anyway!" You smiled over at the two before turning your attention back to the love of your life.
"Congratulations? Wait, what don't I get? Babe, please tell me what's going on". The worry in his eyes nearly broke your heart.
"Honey" You grabbed his face with both hands and made him look you right in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."
His body stilled, and his eyes were wide. He just stood there staring at you for the longest time; you swear you could almost see the little hamster in his head go flying off its wheel and pinball around his skull.
"Eiji? Did you hear me?" No response. He didn't even seem to be breathing. "I think I might have broken him." You glanced over to the older man in yellow before returning to those crimson orbs.
You were honestly starting to get worried at this point. Was he just shocked? Was he happy... or... did he not want it? Finally, though, he seems to come back to his senses.
Blink. Blink Blink. Deep breath in. Blink. Blink. Deep breath out.
"Y-Your…..preg...p-pregnant….."
"Yes. I'm pregnant." You choked a little up as it finally seemed to sink into that thick lovable skull of his. However, his expression didn't waver, and you still couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.
"I'm… going to be a dad?" You could feel him start to tremble beneath your hands.
On no.. he doesn't...
Your eyes started to water, but you try to keep your smile in place. "Y-yes. You are..".
"I'm going to be a… dad?" It was taking everything you had not to break down then and there
But then.. it happened.
You watched as his face lit up with the biggest grin you had ever seen. His eyes glistened with tears until they streamed down his cheeks. "I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!!!!" Your pretty everyone on the whole floor heard his declaration, and before you knew it, you were being dragged into a tight hug and swung around the room.
For the next hour, the two of you laughed, cried, and went around the ENTIRE building so your husband could tell everyone the news. Afterward, you showed him your little gifts, and that caused another trip around the building so he could show off the baby items and, much to your embarrassment, the test results.
Fatgum quickly realized that nothing else on the planet would get the red headed hero to focus on work right now, so he let him have the day off to celebrate.
After a round of visiting and phone calls to friends and family, the two of you were finally home. The moment the two of you were in your home, he pulled you to your bedroom for the most intense cuddle section you had ever had.
"I'm... going to be a dad…" He whispered while gently rubbing your belly where.
"Yes. Yes, you are." You couldn't help but grin and give him a slow sweet kiss, which he gladly returned.
"God, I love you so much…"
"I love you too. "
"Promise me one thing…" Suddenly his gaze narrowed as he looked you in the eyes with a serious expression.
"Anything…" You shifted, a little nervous in his abrupt mood change.
"If... If.." He swallowed hard.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Now you were worried.
"If I'm ever that stupidly dense again, please, PLEASE, knock some sense into me!" You burst into a fit of laughter while he just pokes his lip out in a pout. "I'm serious! Get someone, anyone to knock me into next week! Tetsu, Bakugou, Hell call Midoriya! After everything I missed, I deserve a Detroit smash upside the head!"
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