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09:53 PM — SHOTO TODOROKI.

“i don't understand.”

shoto's voice cuts through the movie that played on tv, he had his gaze on it, watching the main protagonist and his love interest share a romantic moment and a kiss as a soft, slow, love song played in the background.

“don't understand what, sho?”

he turns in your lap to look at you, a tiny smile adorning his face when you run your fingers through his hair, parting the red strands from the white.

“this movie. why would he go back to her after everything she did? she gets angry at him for no actual reason, she spread rumours about him after they left each other and she tried to make him envious of how she moved on from him in such a short time, and yet he still came back to her. i don't get that.”

you pause your actions, making shoto frown at the loss of the soothing feeling. “hmm,” you hum, “it is a romantic comedy, you know, so you shouldn't it seriously.”

“would you come back to me if i did something like that?”

“would you?”

“i asked first.” the smile on his face is soft, and filled with adoration.

“well, i wouldn't. but only because relationships like that are toxic and it's good to stay clear of them,” hurriedly adding, “i know, of course that you wouldn't do anything like that!”

“that's good.”

“but would you?” you turn the question on him once more.

he shakes his head, “no, i wouldn't. as you said, i'd like to stay clear of them too.” he fiddles with his hands, “our relationship won't be like that, right? like that, or like my parents. i don't want-” a deep breath, “i don't want what happened to my parents to happen to us.”

“shoto...” your hands find his, fingers curling around his palms in a tight grip. “of course not. i won't let that happen to us.”

it goes silent, the only noise being the song that still played on tv. then, shoto rubs his eyes, making you realize he was tearing up. “what's wrong?” you ask while wiping away the stray tears that fell down his cheeks with your thumbs.

“nothing,” he laughs, “i just love you.”

your eyes widen at the confession, before softening, “and i love you.”

as he turned his attention back to the movie, shoto understood something. while some relationships were doomed, like how his parents relationship was at the moment, he realized that maybe if he did well on his part, held up his side, your relationship won't end up like his parents, or the two idiots on tv.

he feels genuine happiness, and can't help but keep a smile on his face for the rest of the day.

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11:04 PM — IZUKU MIDORIYA.

“izuku?”

he shifts on the couch, moving from laying his head on the pillow to the arm rest. you call his name again, and he hums in his sleep, holding the pillow he had to his chest tighter and sighing. you didn't want to wake him up; he's been getting too little sleep lately, and it was taking a toll on him. izuku had promised to take a nap while you were out but judging by the number of textbooks and notes that surrounded him, you assumed he'd fallen asleep while studying.

sighing yourself, you put your bag down by the coffee table, picking up the books scattered across the couch as well as the floor and setting them next to your bag.

“izuku . . . babe.”

you place a hand on his cold cheek as you call out to him. as much as you wanted to let him sleep, you didn't want him to wake up with a back ache tomorrow morning, or fall off the couch during the night. izuku was a light sleeper in most scenarios, but if he loses a lot of sleep, he could sleep for more than 10 hours straight to make up for the lost sleep.

you rub your thumb against his soft, freckled cheek, making him instinctively- even in deep slumber, bring his hand up and place it on top of yours as he mumbles, “b-babe?”

“yeah, 'zuku?” you smile at the tone of his voice, how happy he sounded even half asleep.

“did you-” he cuts himself off with a yawn, bringing his other hand up to cover his mouth. he drowsily opens his eyes, trying to keep them open while completing his question, “-have dinner yet?”

it's sometimes annoying how he's the worst at taking care of himself, but when it comes to you he's always making sure you're eating, staying hydrated and taking breaks.

you look into the green eyes that you've learned to love and adore, “not yet, love. did you?”

“no . . .” izuku trails off as he manages to sit up, and you move your hand from his cheek to his hair, brushing away the strands from his forehead. “i wanted to wait for you to come back, so we could have eat together.”

you sneak a glance at the clock, “it's past 11pm now-”

“i know,” he accepts the hand you held out and lets you pull him to his feet. “but it feels weird to eat without you there.”

“you still have to eat y'know?” you mumble back, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and set his head on your shoulder. “come on, let's get you to bed.”

“.... but i have to study more, and you didn't eat yet.”

“i know, i know.” you pull him towards the bedroom, “i'll bring our food to the bedroom, and i'll quiz you on some units while we eat, 'kay?”

“okay,” you can practically hear the soft, loving smile filled with adoration that's on his face. “i'll go and wash my face.”

“sure, don't fall asleep in the washroom though.”

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k. bakugo x fem! listener + fluff, swearing included.

"Tell Me What's Wrong."

"You haven't said anything until school ended. Tell me what's wrong with you, dumbass." Bakugou commented, as you laid facing away from him on his bed.

You didn't reply.

"Don't ignore me and don't pretend you're sleep either," Bakugou said, rolling you over to face him. "Tell me what happened. Did I do something? Someone at school bothering you?"

"No." All you responded.

Bakugou glared. "Damn you, I swear (Y/n). Just tell me if I did something wrong!"

"You didn't do anything." You vaguely responded.

"You leave me now choice then," Bakugou shrugged and then kissed you. "Tell me," *kiss* "What's," *kiss* "Wrong," *kiss* "With," *kiss* "You." *kiss*

A huge red tint covered your face as you turned away, putting your hand in his face. "N-Nothing! Quit kissing m-"

*kiss* "Nope," *kiss* "Getting annoyed?" *kiss* "Good," *kiss* "When my girlfriend," *kiss* "Isn't acting her," *kiss* "Usual self," *kiss* "That pisses me," *kiss* "Off."

"Stop kissing me!" You squealed, and that's when Bakugou grabbed your arms, and wrists and held them, glaring at you.

"I can kiss you forever if that's what it takes, dumbass."

You huffed.

"Fine! I.. I got stung by a bee today."

…

…

"You're kidding." Bakugou deadpanned.

"The Photo-booth."

"Katsuki!" You tugged on his arm and pointed towards a huge shiny photo booth on the corner of the mall. "We have to do the photo booth!!"

"Eh, do we have to?" Bakugou grunted.

"Yes, we have to. Or I'll just ask Midoriya inst—"

"Come on!" Bakugou cut you off, and ran with you.

The both of you entered inside the big, spacey booth. Bakugou inserted a japanese bill, and the screen lit with lots of colors, and a robo-like woman started to speak. She looked like a cute anime character.

"Kon'nichiwa. Fotobūsu e yōkoso! Hajimetai sutairu o erande kudasai." (Hello! Welcome to the photo booth. Please pick a style you would like to get started.)

On the screen, they all read:

'Tomodachi,' which means friends.

'Ī ne,' which means cool.

'Omoshiroi,' which means funny.

And, 'Romanchikku,' which means romantic.

You clicked on it, and scooted closer to Bakugou. "Aren't you so excited?!?"

"Yes," He deadpanned, as you squeezed his cheeks out of nowhere. "Dumbass, quit it!"

That's when the screen said the instructions. It would take four pictures each and print them out when finished. "Smile!!" The machine spoke, giving a 3 second count down afterwards.

"Smile, Katsuki." You glared.

"I am smiling!" He gritted through his teeth, practically glaring at you.

You laughed, as you both looked at the camera.

3, 2, 1

*click*

"Hm, what's another pose?" You thought to yourself.

Bakugou picked up your hand, and made you stick up the middle finger. He did the same and you smiled. "Ooo, good idea!"

The both of you both had your eyes closed, and stuck up the middle finger with a devilish smile.

3, 2, 1

*click*

"Silly face!" You said.

"Rawr." Bakugou growled, pretending to eat you.

"Aaaa!" You shrieked, holding your hands on your temples.

3, 2, 1

*click*

"Okay, last one!" You said, how about we-"

That's when you were interrupted by Bakugou's lips pressed on yours. You squealed before slowly sinking into his embrace.

"Arigato! Come again soon!" The machine says.

You pulled away, and you both were blushing. Turning to grab the pictures, it came in two so you both could keep.

"We look so cute!" You gushed, and kissed Bakugou's cheek.

"We do." Bakugou agreed, and put one of the pictures on the back of his phone case to show it off.

"Cuddle Me With All Night."

You opened your eyes, to the sound of the bedsheets moving. Looking up, it was Bakugou. He must have snuck in your dorm.

"Katsuki?" You muttered.

"Yeah, it's me," he spoke in a low tired voice. "They had us train all night, and I wanted to see you before I leave tomorrow with All Might to train."

"Okay." You replied, and felt Bakugou's cold boy brush up against yours. He made you lay on his chest, and moved hair out of your face.

He breathed slowly, letting his body relax. "You're so warm, dumbass." Bakugou then kissed the top of your forehead. "Can I tell you about my day?"

"Of course, Katsuki." You breathed.

"Kay," he yawned, and then played with strands of your hair. "It was bad. That stupid Deku kept talking about how he's gonna be the next Pro-hero, and stupid Icy-hot freezing me because I yelled at civilians on ACCIDENT and stuff. And then I kind of burned my arms from overusing my quirk."

You smiled, laying down on your lover's chest as he ranted to you. He was so open with you about lots of things, even if it was just talking about how his day went.

"—But my day's better now that I'm with you." Bakugou concluded, and gave you a simple kiss on the forehead.

"I'm glad," you told him, and ruffled his hair. "You know you're pretty cute when you're all sleepy and tired."

"Shut up," he muttered, in a exhausting voice. "Get some sleep dumbass. I wanna take you somewhere tomorrow before I leave."

You closed your eyes, and smiled, tracing circles around his chest. "Okay, goodnight."

"Night, (Y/n)~"

"Jealousy, jealousy."

"Okay Katsuki, I love you a lot but I think you're really overreacting."

Bakugou held carried you like a baby, and made sure to show off a jacket you wore over your UA top that read 'PROPERTY OF K. BAKUGOU. LOOK AT HER AND YOU'LL DIE.'

"Did you say something?" Bakugou asked, as he walked with you. Literally no one dared looking at you. Some did but quickly ran the opposite direction.

"Katsuki! This is embarrassing! I'm not a baby—!"

"You're my baby."

You huffed, and tugged into his hair. "Yeah, yeah."

"Laser Tag."

It was a normal Sunday night and you were with your classmates of UA at a laser tag center. It was pretty big, and you both got split into separate teams. You had Bakugou help you put your laser tag vest on.

"Really? You're not gonna be on the same team as me?" You let out a pout at your boyfriend, as he buckled your vest.

Bakugou had a stoic expression, as he flicked your forehead playfully. "You'll be fine. Besides, I'm gonna fucking murder you."

"Mean." You glared. "You're lucky cute anyways."

Bakugou glared, as you kissed his cheek. "Okay, I'll show you how cute I am in laser tag."

"Cute cute cute." You teased.

.

.

.

.

"Midoriya! Over there!" Tokayami yelled, pointing at Mineta who was hiding behind one of the barrels.

"Got you!" He squealed.

"Ah!" Mineta shrieks, holding a hand over his heart and pretending to die.

"(Y/n)!" Mina tapped you on your shoulder. "It's a whole minute left! Make sure to shoot everyone you ca—"

*buzz*

You looked and saw that Mina was shot by Todoroki. "Go, leave me!!" She screamed, falling to the floor. You laughed, and ran quickly as you could to a secluded area.

People were getting shot left and right. You got shot twice by Iida.

As you hid, trying to charge up your gun, Bakugou appeared behind you. "Katsuki! Geez, you scared me."

"Good." He looked around to see if anyone was around. That's when he pinned you against the wall, and made out with you. You blushed, kissing him back, as your hands made their way on his shoulders.

About a minute later, he pulled away exactly when you heard felt your vest vibrate, and a small *buzz* occur. You looked at your gun, and it read 'ELIMINATED BY K. BAKUGOU.'

Before you could say anything to Bakugou, he was already gone.

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when they catch you napping - mha

genre: fluff warnings: ft: midoriya, bakugo, kaminari, todoroki, kirishima

©bubble-bootie 2021: do not copy, repost, or modify my works in any way.

MIDORIYA IZUKU ⤷ strokes your hair and gives you a quick forehead kiss, but immediately retracts because he's scared you'll notice. drapes a blanket over you and continues whatever he was doing previously.

BAKUGO KATSUKI ⤷ tells you everything he doesn't have the courage to tell you when you're awake. he tells you how grateful he is to have you and how happy you make him. one time he actually tried to sing but he just ended up waking you up because you were wondering what that "noise" was

KAMINARI DENKI ⤷ he climbs in the bed and readjusts your position so you're laying down on him, then he scrolls on his phone before drifting off to sleep with his arms wrapped around your waist.

TODOROKI SHOTO ⤷ also gets in with you, and he smiles softly when you unconsciously wrap your arms around him and snuggle your face into his chest. he does the same as places his chin on your head and dozes off.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO ⤷ comes in the room, excited to tell you something, then quiets down when he sees you asleep. he kneels in front of you, admiring your sleeping face before he gets in beside you with his hands behind his head, thinking of anything and everything.

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: bakugou katsuki and todoroki shoto

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a repost from my old blog

✿ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

You were too angry at him to speak right now, and Bakugou would not leave your room until you’d finally gave in and spoke.

“Come on you idiot, stop being so damn stubborn. I’m not leaving this room until your dumbass speaks to me.” You kept scrolling through your phone, stubborn as ever. Normally Bakugou loved the way you didn’t back down, but this was getting on his last nerve today. Reaching over, he snatched your phone from your hand, glaring at you. You sat there frozen for a moment before looking up at him furiously.

“Katsuki.” Your voice was cold, and your eyes narrowed in on him the way they did on an opponent. He furrowed his eyebrows, shocked at your tone. Absolutely not. He would not stand for this. Either you’d say his name the usual sweet way, or you’d call him babe. Those were your only options.

“No. If you’re not gonna say my name nicely you don’t get to say it at all. Now try again, say it with more love this time, otherwise I’ll light up your phone,” he said sternly, dangling your phone in his hands to emphasize his point. You crossed your arms glaring at him before turning away stubbornly, still unwilling to give in. Suddenly, he smirked, shrugging at you. “Okay, if you wanna be a stubborn brat that’s up to you.” Plopping himself on top of you, he wormed his way under your crossed arms and laid his head on your chest, trying to put as much weight as he possibly could on you.

“Katsuki!” You screamed at him angrily. Another smirk.

“Uh uh,” he shook his head. “I didn’t like that tone either. Try one more time.” You closed your eyes, breathing deeply before looking at him unimpressed.

“I am not happy with you.”

“And I said I’m sorry. And I even said it nicely this time. Not ‘half assed’ like you always complain.”

“And I said sorry wouldn’t cut it this time.”

“And I said you’re being too stubborn.”

“Katsuki,” this time your tone was exasperated. Once again, his face displayed his usual cockiness, and had it not been so adorable, you’d have smacked it.

“See that’s better, but it’s still not perfect. Try one more time, you’ll get it eventually. In the meantime, I’ll get comfortable.” True to his word, he shifted so he could lay more comfortably, head burrowing deeper into your chest while his arms wrapped around your torso. You sighed, giving in and carding a hand through his wild locks. Looking at you with a triumphant look, he pointed at a blanket at the foot of your bed. “Cover me in the blanket too while your at it babe.” You were so sick of him. Absolutely over him and his antics. But before you could stop yourself, you reached over and lay the blanket over your boyfriend’s body, making sure he was thoroughly covered.

“Is that good enough for your liking?” He nodded, satisfied with your compliance.

“Yeah I guess. But you’re still being shitty and not saying my name correctly, so get back to practicing that. Don’t get discouraged if you can’t get the hang of it, not everyone can be as fast as me.” Oh you’d kill him. But since he looked so cozy, and you didn’t get to really be the one who held him often, you decided just this once, you’d cave. You sighed deeply once more before rolling your eyes.

“Okay fine. I love you Katsuki. Was that better?”

“Sure, I’ll take it. I say your name better though, but I guess I love you too.”

“No you don’t, you just grumble it.”

“And that’s why you’re dumb as shit because clearly I say your name with a lot more love than you do.”

“No you do not.”

“Yeah I do, and I call you babe more often too.”

“Whatever Katsuki, I’m still mad at you.” Shrugging, he lay his head back on your chest and relaxed onto your body.

“You’re always mad about something y/n. Might as well be me so I’m the only thing on your mind.” Finally, you snorted, shaking your head. Leaning down, you kissed his forehead, making him grin. It would probably be his turn to be mad at you tomorrow anyway, so you decided to bask in his affections while you could.

✿ 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

Todoroki wasn’t quite sure how to handle your current mood right now. He wasn’t the best at reading people’s emotions, let alone dealing with them, but it was evident that you were upset, and worse, you were upset with him. He stared at your figure as you looked at him expectantly, arms crossed.

“Y/n, why are you mad? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me,” you boyfriend reasoned. But you were too angry to be reasonable, so you continued to be stubborn.

“If I have to spell it out for you, then you’re not gonna be able to fix it.” Frowning, he looked at you blankly, confused as to what he could’ve done to make you this upset. He reached over for your hand, but you snatched it away, death glaring him.

“Shoto, go away.” Slowly, he pouted at your tone, it was stern and cold, and he didn’t like it.

“Why… why did you say my name like that?” You glared at him, and Todoroki pouted even deeper. Your heart swelled at the sight, and before you knew it, you weren’t so angry anymore. But still, you didn’t want to give in too quickly.

“Because I’m clearly not happy with you right now Shoto.” Once again, you said his name venomously. This made his face scrunch up, almost making you laugh at his expression.

“Y/n, I’m sure I can fix it. But say my name the way you usually do,” he insisted. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he furrowed his.

“And how do I usually say it?”

“Not like that.”

“I’m saying it the way I always do.”

“No you’re not, you don’t usually say it like this.”

“Then like what Shoto?” He looked at you, blinking for a moment, contemplating.

“Well that time was a bit nicer, but still not like usual.” Finally, you gave in, giggling at how he was so effortlessly adorable. Holding an arm out, you motioned for him to come over. He looked at you confused, but made his way to you nonetheless, sinking into your hold as you wrapped yourself around him.

“You’re so cute Shoto.” Hugging you, Todoroki’s head met the crook of your neck as you played with his hair.

“You said it like usual again, does that mean you’re not mad?” Laughing, you nodded. He relaxed into your embrace, squeezing your figure gently.

“Yeah, I’m not mad anymore.”

“That was quick. How’d I fix it, I didn’t even do anything yet.” Rubbing his back, you smiled at him as he brought his head out of your neck to look at you.

“You were just being really cute is all.” He was still uncertain about what exactly happened, but he nodded anyway.

“Okay, I don’t really get it, but you’ll say my name nicely now right?” Pecking his lips, you nodded, chuckling once more at his confusion.

“Yeah, I’ll say your name nicely now.”

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Awwwe thank you so much you’re so kind!! It was kinda stressing me out a little because I had so much I want to do but I’m broke 💀 but maybe I’ll do a pro carrd in the future? Idk but it was really fun to make!

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Awesome!! I’m honored to have you as my mutual<33 I’ll probably get started on it during lunch and post it sometime when I get home. Do you want me to let you know when it’s posted?

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what happened to your carrd bae 🤨❓❓❓

I made it and then hated it as soon as I made it. 🙍🏽‍♀️But I promise I’ll make it and then post even if I do hate it just for you<333

[escapenightmare]

RAINY DAYS.

― izuku, bakugou, denki x gn!reader

cw. lightning, thunder, cursing, not proof read. note. inspired by it raining badly these past couple days.

―― IZUKU snuggles into your arms as the heavy rain splatters onto the windows and the roof. The loud noises made him think someone was throwing rocks at your window but he knew it was the rain. It was dark and gloomy outside, grey clouds looming over the city and strong winds causing numerous umbrellas to fly out of people’s grasps and go on their own.

izuku could care less about that though, he was terrified of the lightning strikes and the loud booming thunder that followed afterwards.

Sure, for some, it was nice to look outside and see the flashes of white light but still, the mere thought of it terrified him to no end.

he’s embarrassed as hell about it and kept trying not to flinch each time it thundered.

Although you noticed the way he closed his eyes and took a sharp intake of breath, you didn’t say anything and just wrapped him up in your arms. He looked at you like a deer caught in headlights, his emerald eyes wide and confused, nevertheless he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your torso in return. Now, he was leaning his forehead on your shoulder and snuggling deeper at the thunder, loving the warm and comforted feeling he got from you.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, 'zuku.”

He didn’t notice but as the sounds of rain faded into the back of his mind, he got sleepier until he was closing his eyes and sleep took over him while he was still in your arms.

―― BAKUGOU frowned as he ran, “run faster, idiot!” with a laugh, you yell back, “you're the one who should ran faster, you're behind me!” Ignoring the spreading red on his cheeks, he scoffs, pausing when he feels his bag get lighter and something fall onto a puddle with a thud. bending down in the pouring rain, his black hood up so his head and face don't get wet, he picks up his folder and stuffs it back in the bag. “stupid bag,” he mumbles to himself as he straightens up and goes to catch up to you, doing a double take when he realizes you're standing right by him.

“you almost gave me a heart attack, dumbass!”

“sorry,” you giggle, drops of rain falling onto your face and hair making strands stick onto your forehead, damp.

“put your hood up,” he advises, pulling it back up and grabbing your hand, getting ready to make a run for it and get out of the rain so that neither of you end up sick. “let's go, come on.”

he takes a few steps only to stop once he sees you rooted to where you were before. “what's wrong?” he sees your smirk as you step closer to him, “what is it?” he asks again. you're nose to nose with him, and you lean closer, ghosting your lips over his, making him inhale sharply. then, you pull back, letting your hand slip out of his as you laugh again, running away in the rain.

his eyes wide, katsuki watches for a second before he regains his senses and yells, “come back here dumbass!” as he runs after you.

―― DENKI drops the board game onto the table with a thud, “tah dah!” Candles lightened up the dark living room, as you fan yourself with a magazine denki had grabbed from the cupboard, mentally cursing at how it was raining really badly outside but despite that, as soon as the power went out it got unbearably warm in the house. “A board game?” you ask, watching as denki sits on the floor across from you, placing his hands on the coffee table that was in between you two. “It’s snakes and ladders, babe!” he chirps with a grin, taking out the pieces and the dice.

The heat was bad of course, and the darkness was bad too, and the fact that one step outside could probably make you sick for a week was bad as well, but you weren’t planning on going outside any time soon, not when there was a chaotic blonde inside with countless plans to waste time with you until the power is back.

Once you stopped playing snakes and ladders, denki pulls out his phone— mumbling to himself about how he had 6% of battery remaining and how happy he is about it, he puts on an upbeat song and pulls you to your feet, standing up himself. Placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer, he slowly sways to the side, even though the beat was not for slow dancing.

“i hope we don't get struck by lightning.”

“babe! don't jinx it.”

“or burn the house down by dropping one of the candles.”

“babe!”

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— HOW THEY CRY (ft. INSECURITIES) !

featuring: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, shoto todoroki

word count: 1.3k

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood and vomiting (but it doesn't actually happen)

like no one is watching. as one for all's successor and all might's apprentice, the spotlight clings to him like a bad omen, heralding the desecration of his pedestal if he so much as lingers on the doubts that cloud his mind. izuku's tear ducts are built like niagara falls, so in spite of his attempts to stand firm, they always push fat, syrupy tears from his eyes to dampen the deep green hues retreating behind their tightly clenched lids. such a maudlin boy can't help but cry when the whole world seems to cave under his feet, especially when he's supposed to be the one carrying it on his shoulders, and that's why it hurts. izuku is exhausted—mind, body and soul aching for some well needed rest—and society still expects him to smile despite everything. wave after wave of bitter tears dapple the clusters of freckles on his cheeks, catching under the moon's pale glow, but their beauty does not make it any less painful.

why can't you be stronger? he can almost hear the voices of the previous holders, cold and callous, ringing in his ears. through blurred vision, izuku sees toshinori standing before him, an illusion weaved from the threads of lies, the traces of bitter sentimentality swirling in his gaze.

"you'll never be me."

katsuki's tears are hot and shameful pouring down his cheeks, leaving blotchy red trails in their wake. he's angry, and like the gods above—whose ruthless fury paints the sky red, and sends hurricanes to raise the sea, not yet high enough to drown his grief—he'll let everyone know it. the bloodied stubs of his fingernails card through his hair before seizing it in handfuls, threatening to leave his scalp gnarled and irritated, and fuck it hurts, but he deserves it. for everyone he's trampled on, thinking he was above them when he couldn't be lower; practically buried in the grave that keeps digging itself whenever he bargains others' worth. for every life lost on a mission—the number growing too high for his ego to bear, and painted across his chest in red. all he sees is red, these days. it all comes down to this; the dents in the wall left by furious punches, his knuckles smarting purplish bruises; the music blaring from his speakers, violent and pulsating, because he won't settle for anything that can't silence his equally as loud thoughts. you can't keep acting this way, a voice snarls. it isn't his own, and it isn't anyone he knows, so that makes it a threat.

you can't keep hurting people and expecting them to fight back. they won't. they'll leave you. his nose wrinkles as more tears resurface, unbidden and pushed back with the sleeve of his sweater. maybe if he wasn't drained of the strength to object, he would stop crying—perhaps grab his frailty by the neck and throttle it into submission. but he's already used all of his energy to scream his throat raw, and it doesn't matter if anyone can hear him above the song playing. he doesn't care.

am i really that weak, lying to myself? i care. . .i care a fucking lot.

with the lights off and curtains drawn shut, so that neither sun or moon may act as witness to his tragedy. not that it matters, he thinks, bearing his back to the ghost of his former self, seams torn down the middle and skin flowering for everything; his heart, his stomach and whatever blackened fragments that still remain; spilling out onto the floor. no one noticed me then, so why would they now? eijiro weeps modest tears; like shooting stars with seldom any wishes to grant; which fall to the floor just as he does, curling inward on himself—as if it would do him any good. there's a nagging sensation at his very core, tempting him to cup his hands over his ears as the anticipation eats away at him little by little. it's a fruitless attempt, even at best, when the dread sets like concrete in his stomach, and a smothered cry of defeat rumbles throughout the room like thunder, rolling through clouds of smoky gray. it's been a while, he thinks, pondering the date. he was doing so well, abandoning his insecurities in the dark to fester, when he should have snuffed them out for good. that was his first mistake of many, and eijiro cowers from the truth: that it won't be the last time he stumbles and forgets his way.

hell, he can't remember finding it in the first place, and all he wants is someone to guide him with their hand in his—the light in their eyes acting as a promise to not let go—but the world won't even give him that. eijiro hiccups pathetically when he cries—a plea for help lodged in his throat that never receives an answer—and he wonders briefly if this is how everyone else feels. unsatisfied, unworthy, insignificant.

how can i save others if i can't even save myself?

oh, how the world turns for pretty boys who cry, their eyes kissed by the rain and choked by its ferocity, spilling over rose tinted brims by the gallon. denki awaits the very first tears with bated breath, the sporadic pleas of no, no, no falling from his lips, trembling as they catch between his teeth, gnawing until the sharp bite of copper dances upon his tongue. he suppresses every snivel, sob and whine with his hands, forced against his mouth like a muzzle, because god forbid he be a nuisance to anyone else. god fucking forbid he further drag the label of "loud, annoying blond" through the mud on the way to his room, feeling as though he's hauling himself as well as the weight of his classmates' words, digging into the most vulnerable parts of him like rusted shackles. he waits for the ruckus; from his neighbors or the weather, it doesn't matter; because he feels naked this way, inaudibly sobbing into his palms as he struggles for breath, and it's such a sacred thing, letting one you trust see the bare skin where wounds were afflicted.

he wishes there was someone to hold him, but there's not, so a pillow will suffice. he'd rather that than bawl into someone's chest, awaiting soft coos of assurance and their fingers tracing patterns on his back—that's what he tells himself. he needs to believe it, so that he doesn't waste his time revealing the rotting, unpleasant parts of him, only for them to cringe in disgust. i'm not much better on the outside, he heaves into the pillow, skin turning ashen from the tenacity of his grip.

i'd be stupid to think anyone wants me.

like many young boys, bleeding through the crevices their parents carved, shoto cries like it's the very first time. he is abashed, as if the lamp light burns just as harshly as his father's unyielding glare, and the sheets—more securing than his mother's embrace, then turned acrid like the taste of bile in his mouth—are clawed hands, raking across his skin as the soft whimpers turn into rasping wails. each sob is strangled from his throat; aching and raw; and every sound afterword causes his heart to stutter, a dread instilled by the memory of endeavor's fist closed around his forearm. it's sickening, and it makes him want to spit up whatever he ate for lunch, but he can't even bring himself to move from the bed. he feels like a like a little kid again, but there's a strange sense of weightlessness, as if he's watching himself from outside his own body. somehow, that only makes matters worse, because the longer time stretches on, the more inclined he is to cry harder. no one's there to see, so it should be fine, but an underlying prayer still echoes in the recess of his mind.

this isn't fair. shoto pulls the sheets over his head, naïve as to think that it will save him from whatever lurks on the outside, threatening to further shape him open, his insides for the taking. i'm everything he wanted, but at what cost? he already knows the answer, but the hollow concave in his heart yearns to forget.

his family was torn apart waiting for him.

[sprouter]

I like a little confused is match-up the one were u send a photo or..?

Matchups are where I tell you what character I think “fits” you and why! They can be whatever you want them to be you just have to pick them from my list. If you want pictures I would be more than happy to give you a mood board! Also I do platonic and romantic matchups! You can mix and match whatever you want done. And sorry if this wasn’t helpful! I’ll be happy to answer any more questions you might have!

[sprouter]

Hello ☺, i saw your post earlier about the match up and i was wondering can i get a male bnha match up and maybe some mini scenario/headcanon to go with it (if you don't mind) please?

My pronouns are she/her and im demiace as well. For my appearance i look like 5'0 chubby girl, with black medium length hair (i think like shoulder length), brown eye and medium/medium tan skin tone.

I'm infp girl with 4w5. For my personality i like to think im a chill girl (kinda sarcastic sometimes) and like to go with the flow. My friends said that im a cheerful and talkative girl, kinda bit like a sunshine, with a lil hint of a brat lmao. Im a lil bit impulsive and like to do anything i want as long i could do it (and get away with it) and i also have tendency to procrastinate. Im also an emotional person but im not the type easily let people know most of my emotions and feelings, i find it hard to actually befriending someone like genuinely letting them know my thoughts and accept them into my inner circle.

For my hobbies it's usually just reading fictional books, listening music, and of course eat. Tho sometimes if im in the mood i like to cook (more like burning my food 😔), swimming, and window shopping. I also like to chat with my friends about dumb stuff lmao

Also if this any help my love language are physical touch (tho i dont like it when someone initiate it when they're not my close friends and i like hugging people while standing lmao pda who), quality times and giving gifts. I just like being adored and taken care of lmao 😔

I think that's all, sorry if this too much and all over the space, thank you 🥺❤️

Kirishima!!

:: Thank you so so much for requesting, and I hope that you like this matchup <333 But I pair you with Kirishima!!

# You two are constantly getting in trouble for talking and cracking jokes in class. To the point where Mr. Aizawa had to spilt you two up.

# But y’all still found ways to talk to each other so he just gave up. Plus Kirishima focuses better around you in a weird way. Motivation maybe?

# You have yet to plan anything. Since Kirishima is so used to Bakugou planning every little thing being with you is a very nice change where he can relax and not have to stick to a schedule. He’s fully planning on just relaxing and basking in the presence of you.

# Kiri can handle your brat no problem. In fact he may find it a little funny and try to annoy you or some shit when you do act bratty. But he knows when to stop. He also knows how to make you stop because what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t.

# He’s actually a really good person to help you with your procrastination because of Bakugou. So let’s say you need to turn in an assignment at 4:00. He’s reminding you at 2:30 | 2:50 | 3:10 | 3:25 and you get the picture. And if you start cutting it too close he’ll help you with some of it or talk the teachers into giving you more time.

# He’s like your emotional support blanket. He knows when you need a day to yourself so he’ll make sure him or anyone else doesn’t bother you. Can handle any mood swings you throw at him. And will reassure you countless times of his love for you and won’t get tired doing so. And no matter how hard you try to hind he’ll catch on pretty soon. But doesn’t bring it up, just kinda helps you quietly.

# Kirishima definitely made the first move. Doesn’t mind how shy or introverted you are, and he won’t pressure you into being more extroverted. Didn’t care how long it took him to be included in your inner circle. He was in it for the long game and didn’t mind waiting at all if it was for you.

# You two are always sharing an earbud. You two have plenty of separate playlist for each other as well as joint ones. He also loves stealing your food more specifically any meat you have on your plate. So be prepared to have your food taken or at least fight for it.

# He’s a decent cook. Not terrible but not great either, so he’s just kinda there because you’re there and he wants to be around you. But will do whatever you want him to do to help out.

# lots of physical touch and gift giving. You two are always touching in some way. Also loves giving you painted rocks or non painted crystals.

It was 4 pm, and Kirishima decided that he want to go hiking with you. So here y’all were. Not even 2 miles now stuck on what to do next since there a path block. “Dammit maybe we should’ve planned this out.” He said a little annoyed. “More than likely but there’s nothing we can do. Might as well head back now.” Kirishima started nodding with you in a agreement. “See this is why I love you. Well one of the reasons why, you’re so go with the flow.”