(Sorry for sanjis part...still think its true tho, show sanji looks even more toxic than anime one)
(Requests are open for more opla headcanons)
Redflag! Opla sanji who would fall head over heels for you and still flirt with other women
Redflag! Opla sanji who's a total hypocrite, he would flirt with girls, touch girls, sleep around and still think he got any rights to get jealous or angry when you even talk for "too long" with a man
Redflag! Opla sanji who's too awfully possessive, would catch another man brushing his hand over yours or move a strand of your hair from your face and would comepley go mad and tries to beat the guy up if you dont stop him
Redflag! Opla sanji that will fall in love with you deeply, because you are kind, gentle, sweet, selfless, because you remind him of his mother, because you see him...yet still wont start a serious relationship because he knows he will break your heart
Redflag! Opla sanji whos too overprotective and may start to become too controlling, like luffy telling you to do smt and before you can even reply he reply for you and tell luffy to tell someone else to do it cause its too dangerous
Redflag! Opla zoro that would deny his feelings for you for years
Redflag! Opla zoro who's emotionally distant ,Even if he cares deeply, he might act like he doesnβt which will make you so confused as his actions may show concern but nothing else does, so most of the time you feel stupid for even thinking there could be something
Redflag! Opla zoro whos extremely overprotective even if you are strong enough to handle yourself, for example him ordering asking you to stay on the ship while they go check on the island
Redflag! Opla zoro who is the type to get silently jealous, never show it and instead he gets quiet, tense, and distant, and may turn grumpy or even mean to you afterwards even tho he knows you didnt do anything wrong he still feel too angry
Katsuki has already turned seventeen by the time you wake up from your coma. Despite the late nights he spends at the hospital by your side, when you wake up, he is inevitably, at school. You wake up to Mitsuki Bakugo holding your hand.
Tags/CW: Bakugo x fem! Reader, high school sweethearts, estab! relationship, hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries, reader in a coma after the war, class 2-A is a soft menace, mom (in law lmao) Mitsuki is mothering, spoilers for season 8.
Despite it being hard to accept at the state you find yourself in, or even realise it at first, Mitsuki is the one by your bedside when you wake up.
For a second youβre convinced youβre dreaming. The room is too bright, the sheets too stiff, and Katsukiβs mom is sitting there like she fought her way past three nurses and a steel door just to sit and stare at you. Which, knowing her, she probably did.
Her arms are crossed, but her foot is tapping like sheβs been waiting a long time. Like sheβs been worried. And that solemn look on her face is screaming an apology you donβt recognise yet.
ββBout time,β she mutters, voice sharp but thin around the edges. βYou scared the hell out of us, kid.β
Your throat tightens as you glance, puzzled, around the room. Itβs empty, aside from Mitsuki's chair, your bed, and the iv attached to the tender inside of your elbow. No friends, no parents, not a begrunting boyfriendβ¦ just Mitsuki and a hospital room you donβt recognise.
In a swift movement, she clasps your hand inside her palms. βIβm sorry sweetheart. Your parents couldnβt make it to Japan yet.β she says and you blink at her.Β
The lump in your throat starts bubbling in pain. Your lip quivers next, eyes watering at the fraction of a second. The moment you try to move, the dull ache in your ribs reminds you why youβre here in the first place.
βIβm so sorry,β
You try to speak, but find your lips feel like theyβre glued together. It hurts when you pry them and it hurts even worse when you try to speak.
βKaββ
Panic ensues at the sound of your voice. How long have you been here? You donβt even recognise your own voice. Where you could hear softness, you now hear raspiness, broken sounds that canβt form a word.
But still, you want to askβThe last thing you remember is watching Katsuki fall to the ground with his chest torn, you lurching towards Shigaraki with all you had and white hot pain everywhere in your body.
βKatsβKaahββ
Mitsukiβs eyes flick to your abdomen, the monitors attached to you, then back to you again. Softer, barely βKatsuki? He usually doesnβt leave until he passes out sitting up. Bratβs got stubbornness.β
βMissβMitsukβMitsuki, my mβmom,β
The sound rips out of you like gravel dragged across concrete, and Mitsuki is already movingβ one hand on your shoulder, the other hovering like she wants to fix something she canβt reach.
βHey, heyβ donβt force it,β she says, voice dropping into that hushed, frantic register only mothers have when something hurts their kid. Or a kid who might as well be theirs.
She reaches for the small cup of ice chips on the tray next to your bed, scooping a few with the spoon and pressing it gently to your lips. βJust this, sweetheart. Slow.β
The cold hits your tongue, sharp and clean, and for a moment itβs the only thing keeping you together. Everything else feels like itβs drifting βyour memories, your breath, the distant echo of Nejire screaming your name before everything went dark.
Mitsuki watches you swallow, her jaw tight, eyes shining with things she will never say out loud.
βYouβve been out for a few months,β she adds quietly. βMasaru is trying to get ahold of your folks, along with the doctors butβ¦ you know how time zones are. Andβ¦ circumstances.β Her mouth twists like she hates how uptight sheβs being. Like practiced softness physically pains her. βWe didnβt want you waking up alone.β
Your chest pulls tight. It shouldnβt mean as much as it does. But it does.
Your fingers clutch weakly at the blanket. βKββ The name falls apart in your throat again.
Mitsuki seems to understand anyway.
βHeβs alive,β she says firmly. βHeβs at school and heβs healing, but heβs alive. Stubborn little shit tried to pretend he wasnβt feeling okay just so they wouldnβt kick him out of your room last night. Heβs been visiting everyday.β
Your breath shudders. Relief hits so hard you feel dizzy.
βAndβ just so you donβt freak out laterββ Mitsuki adds, rubbing your hand with her thumb in a rare, almost guilty motion, βhe might start crying a lot.β
That makes you freeze.
Mitsuki sighs, leaning back in the chair like the confession took something out of her. She stops herself from telling you the doctors had announced to everyone that you would probably not make it, not too long ago.
βDonβt tell him I said that. Heβll yell at both of us.β
She glances toward the door, then back at you. βHeβs gonna be pissed you woke up without him here. Believe me. But, weβll tell him after classes are over. You okay with that sweetheart?β
You nod, or at least you think you do. Your head barely moves, just a slow dip that makes the world tilt a little. Youβre not sure if youβre agreeing or just reacting to the tenderness in her voice β something youβve never quite heard directed at you like this, so softly, before.
βGood,β Mitsuki murmurs, like she was bracing for you to argue. Her hand squeezes yours gently, thumb brushing over the back in a slow, steady rhythm that feels like itβs meant to keep you anchored.
You swallow again, rough and painful. The word βclassesβ sticks in your mind like a burr. Katsuki isβ¦ at school. The school is alright if thatβs the case, and maybe, your friends are too, your teachers, All Might. Thereβs so much you want to ask, but such little strength inside you.
Mitsuki watches your face carefully. βHe wanted to skip,β she says, rolling her eyes as if the memory frustrates her. βSaid he didnβt care about his damn education if you wereββ She cuts herself off. Too sharp. Too honest.
Another small, guilty sigh. βAnyway. We made him go. The teachers insisted. Kid was a wreck. No sleep, no foodβ¦ I swear he almost blew up a vending machine because someone told him to βkeep his chin up.ββ
Despite the pain, a weak ghost of a laugh bubbles in your chest β a tiny sound, but it pulls at your ribs like something tearing.
Mitsuki immediately notices. βEasy. Easy, sweetheart,β she whispers, leaning in, steadying you with a hand on your shoulder. βYou donβt have to talk yet. You donβt have to do anything yet.β
But you want to. You want to ask what happened, how bad it was, whether Katsukiβs really okay or just putting on a front because thatβs what he does when the world is falling apart around him.
You try again, voice scraping out of you like rough smoke: βHβhowβ¦?β
She shakes her head fast, stopping you before the sentence can hurt you more. βLater. When Katsukiβs here.β Her voice softens, unbearably so. βHe deserves to hear you first.β
Your breath stutters, the weight of that landing somewhere deep and tender.
Mitsuki reaches up and brushes a loose strand of hair from your forehead. The gesture is so gentle it barely feels real.
βWeβll tell him after school,β she repeats softly. βHeβll come running the second he hears. And heβs gonna be loud, and dramatic, and probably hug you too hard. But he needs this. He needs you.β
Her voice cracks just a little on that last word. Barely noticeable, unless youβre looking for it. And you are.
βRest now,β she adds, settling back into her chair but not letting go of your hand.
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Later that evening, the hallway outside your room is louder than it should be for a hospital β muffled bickering, restless footsteps, a sharp whisper thatβs definitely Kaminari complaining heβs been standing too long. With your eyes barely opening from your earlier slumber, you can hear Kirishima gently shushing him. Someone β Mina, probably β keeps insisting they should βjust peek in real quick because what if sheβs awake?βΒ
You also catch the hissed argument thatβs delivered as a response βDude, stopβ she might be asleep again!β and βIβm not stopping, you stop!β
Their silhouettes shuffle under the doorframeβs faint light, shadows overlapping like they canβt decide whether to crowd closer or bolt down the hall.
You blink slow, the world tilting for a moment, and the ceiling swims into focus. Your throat is dry. Your body feels like itβs made of bandages and cement. But your brain? Your brain catches up just enough to realize:
Theyβre here. All of them. A soft exhale escapes youβ barely a sound, but apparently loud enough for the enhanced senses of teens with superpowers.
Mitsuki nods her head towards the door and chuckles. βThey canβt wait to see you,β The commotion outside stops all at once, like someone hit pause. Thenβ
βDid you hear that?!β
βKaminari, shut upββ
βWait, waitβ I think sheβs awakeββ
βKatsukiβs gonna kill us if we go inββ
βOh my god. Just. Check!β
Kirishimaβs voice breaks through the chaos; firm, gentle, leader-of-the-chaos-crew mode βGuys. Calm down. Weβll knock first.β
Thereβs a beat of silence and then three different knuckles rap on the door at the exact same time. Your chest shakes with a tiny, pained laugh thatβs followed by a thunderous cough. The whispering begins again immediately.
βBroβ I said one person should knock!β
βThat wasnβt me!β
βYou literally have the loudest knuckles, Sero!β
βHow do you even know thatββ
Someone sighs. Hard. You recognise the sound as Izuku, doing that tight little anxious inhale before he tries to be responsible.
βShould Iβ¦ umβ¦ should I ask Recovery Girl if weβre allowedβ?β
βNo, if Kacchan shows up and weβre gone, heβll blast us into spaceββ
βOh heβs definitely gonna show upββ
You try shifting, just enough to look toward the door. A small movement, but enough to tug at something deep in your gut. You wince, which apparently sends the hallway into frenzy.
And before they manage to organize themselves, one braveΒ soul reaches for the door handle.
Minaβs whisperβundoubtedly its hersβcuts through the noise βOkay, on threeββ
You have exactly one second to process that, and tighten your hold around Mitsukiβs hand as hard as you can, before a hand curls around the knob and another, much sharper voice snaps from down the hall.
βTouch that door and I swear to god youβre dead.β
Every single voice outside vanishes. You donβt even need to see him to know who said it. Katsuki.
Last time you laid eyes on him he was in a puddle of his own blood, chest torn, right arm destroyed. The thought alone is making your jaw tremble.
Your stomach flips; your eyes do that stupid thing where they well up so much that they sting and your heart kicks into a frantic rhythm, strong enough that the monitor beside you responds with a panicked series of beeps.
For a fragment, you come to believe this is a dream. An afterlife experience. Some sick and twisted purgatory. Some strange, cruel limbo replaying the moments before everything went black.
Mitsuki reacts before you do. She leans in, her free hand hovering near your shoulder as if she can physically hold you together while the monitor continues its frantic beeping. βEasy,β she murmurs, voice low. βBreathe, sweetheart. Youβre fine.β
Her thumb presses gently into the back of your hand, grounding you.
The footsteps outside slow, the scrape of rubber soles against the linoleum deliberate now, controlled in that way Katsuki walks when heβs trying to stop himself from running. Thereβs a muffled scuffleβsomeone tripping over someone else during their attempt to scramble out of his path.
The doorknob turns. Not violently, but slowly. Carefully. Like heβs afraid the world behind it might shatter if he enters too fast.
The door opens halfway, and Katsuki steps inside.
Heβs out of breath, but it's the kind where heβs trying very hard not to show. His hair, shorter than you remember, is a mess from whatever fight he had with the wind on the way here. His uniform shirt is wrinkled, sleeves pushed up his forearms in uneven rolls, and his tie is gone entirely.
But none of that is what gets you. Itβs the way he stops actually. Abruptly.
And not because Mitsuki is in his way or because your friends are whisper-squabbling just outside the door. He stops because he sees you.
Awake.
His eyes widen first, a stunned flicker of disbelief that washes over his face before he can hide it. Then everything in him seems to go slack for a moment β shoulders dropping, jaw unclenching, the tension dissolving so suddenly it looks like his legs might give out.
βNo fucking way,β he breathes, so quietly it barely reaches the room. His gaze flits across your face, ignoring his motherβs plea for decent language.
Whatever strength he had walked in with drains from his posture all at once. His breath catches on a sound too close to a sob, and he stumbles two steps forward before genuinely stopping himself, like heβs afraid he might do the wrong thing and make you hurt again.
The monitor chooses that exact moment to spike again, a sharp, accusing beep-beep-beep echoing through the walls.
Katsuki flinches, just barely. His eyes flash to the machine, then to your hand clutching Mitsukiβs, then back up to you. Something like guilt β real, aching guilt β tightens his expression. His head jerks toward yours and in the same instant he looks completely guttedβlike the beeping is some damning confirmation that youβre in pain because of him, that all those months of him replaying the footage of you almost getting torn apart in half, ignoring every warning from people who told him not to, all led to this moment right here: you trembling, terrified, trying to hold yourself together.
He tries to say your name, but it dissolves into a choked gasp. Tears are already spilling, hot and unguarded, not even wiped away. Katsuki Bakugoβwho never criesβcanβt stop crying.
Instinct drags you forward. You try to sit up, to reach for him, anything to close the distance, but the muscles in your abdomen seize. A bolt of pain rips through you so sharply your vision whites out, and you collapse back into the bed with a strangled breath.
βStay still!β Mitsuki catches your shoulder before you can tear something, her voice shaking now too. βSweetheart, you canβt moveββ
Your hand slips from hers anyway, desperate to get to him.
βHeyββ His voice cuts off, a sob and cracks, embarrassing him. He swallows hard, trying again. βHey. Take it easy, you dummy.β
He says it softly. Too softly for it to be an insult.
Katsuki kneels swiftly beside the bed, and his scarred hand hovers over yours.Β
When he finally touches your hand, itβs feather-light, trembling with the same fear and relief burning in his eyes. He doesnβt grip, doesnβt hold too tight, doesnβt let go either. He rests his palm over yours, as if heβs anchoring himself to you while afraid that even the slightest pressure might hurt you.
You notice heβs holding a flower inside his other hand. Your eyes widen at the sight and he looks down at his hand too, muttering βItβs for you. A βget well soonββ
βKatsuβtsukβkiβ you breathe out, shakingly.
Your fingers twitch, wanting to wrap around his hand, to pull him closer, to fix the broken edges of him the way heβs holding onto you. You try to shift, to ease closer, but your abdomen flares with pain and you freeze, groaning softly.
He freezes too, instantly still, and looks at you with wide, frantic eyes. βHeyβ¦ hey, hey, IβIβm sorry,β he whispers, voice cracking, almost pleading.
Then, slowly, he adjusts himself so he can lean against you without putting weight on your ribs. His hand over yours flexes, releases, flexes again, as if he canβt decide whether to grip or just stay connected to you.
His tears fall freely now, soaking your fingers, and the sound of him crying forces tears to come out of your eyes too.
All you can do is squeeze his hand back, as much as your pain will allow, and whisper his name again.Β
He takes it, eve though his own hand aches like itβs being pierced, because the touch is not just an ember that youβre alive. Itβs the undeniable fact that youβre awake.
And Katsuki is just so, so happy that this one good thing happens to him, he doesnβt even mind that the rest of the class storms inside minutes later and everyone sees him crying.
Katsuki Bakugo Masterlist
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I saw the post you made abt MHA boysβ type and thought it was so cute and accurate (at least how I envision it too) I loved your vision for Shinsos s/o and was wondering if you had any hcs about his type/what he finds attractive? I love this purple haired boy sm you have no idea
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Shisou's type / him having a crush:
Because of shinsou's calm personality, a lot assume that he'd be into someone who's more outgoing and extroverted that makes him get out of his shell, but i dont think thats true
trying to think of it in a canon way, shinsou is sooo similar to aizawa and we saw that aizawa had no feelings towards the bubbly girl that like him, so thats why i think similar to him, thats simply not shinsou's type
Shinsou wouldnβt fall for someone who blends into the crowdβhe needs someone who sees the world differently, someone extraordinary in their own quiet way, shinsou doesnβt crave noise; he craves depth.
well at first You was quite, that all there was in you , that all everyone saw, but shinsou unlike everyone else, pays attention to the smallest details, like the way u loved to draw whenever u got free time, like the way u chase cats outside and always leave a piece of cheese or tuna in ur backpack just in case u found hungry stray cats, or the way u loved to come to class earlier than everyone just to listen to ur fav songs while staring out the window, u loved the sky, he for sure knew that, from the way u stare at it, the way u drew it
maybe it was drawing, writing, making music or even photography.... but you certainly was someone artistic, someone that sees beauty in things, someone that doesnt just look around the world, someone that sees the world, someone that holds so much inside
You were fascinating, just like your quirk: Nightmare. It brought your enemiesβ greatest fears to life, turning them into a reality you controlled, it was scary, it made him wonder if people thought you have quite the vaillin quirk, just like they thought about him,
But unlike him, you was quiet but never unkind, and he was curious
So he got closer, started from borrowing a pen, to a random chat in the rooftop to being partners for a school project, and the more time he spent with you, the more, heβs sinking, deeper and deeper, into you.
you made him feel at ease, you were like a gentle breeze on a warm day, he felt like with you he can breath
He loves that no one knows you like he does, Your laughter, your secrets, your vulnerabilitiesβthey belong to him. Heβs possessive, and he knows it. its no secret how insecure he is, so knowing that he got to see sides of you that no one else sees, hear a laugh that no else hears, making inside jokes with you, hearing your secrets and discovering all the diff sides of you, it all make him feel so special
But the moment he sees you with someone else, it feels like his insecurities explode, the jealousy start consuming him like gasoline igniting on an open flame, and when the wild fire consumes him, it all came bursting out his chest, as a messy unexpected confessing and a sudden passionate kiss
N.B: i hope u enjoyed this! I always try to keep the character's true personality and stay canon and make the s/o kind of special, so sorry if this wasnt exactly what u wanted! Everyone feel free to request any other characters! This is the previous post and sorry for any grammar mistakes, if u got any other thoughts on shinsou's type comment it down below! Id love to hear your thoughts
N.b: the pictures represent the general vibe, not specifically the physical appearance, felt too lazy to write but wanted to post lol, if u want other characters or have any requests feel free to comment it down below or send it in my inbox
But making a white character black is totally fine right? It's a character lol he is made in someone's head and we can always make an AU I chose evan cause he gives the same vibes and he do
Note: I was bored so I made this for fun! Did u get the one u wanted? Who did u want? Personally my fav dilf is doflamingo π (I love toxic men okay π)
