All these years Midoriya's been told one thing over and over again: Those who are quirkless have no chance at being a hero. After a fateful meeting with a certain Pro Hero, he decides to change that fact.
Words: 1054, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toogata Mirio, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Bakugou Katsuki, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Sasaki Mirai | Sir Nighteye, Class 1-A
Additional Tags: Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Toogata Mirio Has One for All Quirk, Mentor Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi Friendship, BAMF Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi is Bad at Feelings, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Midoriya Izuku is a Little Shit, General Education Department Midoriya Izuku, Toogata Mirio is a Dork, 100k challenge, Quirkless Hero Midoriya Izuku
A crack-ified version of my 10 things kiribaku fanfic.
Words: 511, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Adventures in crack kingdom
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M, Other
Characters: Class 1A girls - Character, Ashido Mina, Ochako Uraraka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Asui Tsuyu
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: 10 things but everything is in rhyme, bakubitch, bakugo is a tsundere, Ashido Mina is a Good Friend, Kirishima is a pining idiot, Crack, crackfic
Eijirou Kirishima had been working in a flower shop. One day he wakes up and needs coffee to feel alive. (Same) He meets a green haired man and every day after that he stops by the cafe in the morning to get coffee. He gets up the courage to ask him for his number but instead of telling him he writes a single number on the cup along with the nickname he gave the redhead, 'Cherry'.
Words: 557, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Eijirou Kirishima had been working in a flower shop. One day he wakes up and needs coffee to feel alive. (Same) He meets a green haired man and every day after that he stops by the cafe in the morning to get coffee. He asks him for his number but instead of telling him he writes a single number on the cup along with the nickname he gave the redhead, 'Cherry'.
Words: 2067, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
SYNOPSIS: never fall in love with the most popular boy in school.
you should have listened to all the other girls at school. how you should never fall in love with the most popular boy in school. unless, that is, you have a death wish. but... you couldn’t help it. he had you under his spell.
park seonghwa owned you. he had you by the neck at all times. you were his, and so were the other girls under his spell. if only he paid attention to you. if only.
the only times you think he cared about you were the times where you’re being fucked into his mattress. screaming, moaning his name and desperate for him. he liked you the most when you were a mess because of him. when your desperation unravels by a mere touch on a cheek, he loved that about you.
“would you ever date anyone?” you had asked him one time, buttoning up your blouse and preparing yourself for the future rejection. seonghwa scoffed, his eyes trained on you as you got dressed and ready to leave his house.
“what are you implying?” he asked, rolling off the bed to put on his boxers a pair of sweatpants. you looked at him in disbelief. “commitment is.. something else. why’d you ask?”
“it’s nothing,” you told him, grabbing your skirt to head to the bathroom. “i’ll be right out.”
“get your ass back here,” seonghwa said, curling his finger at you. sighing, you walked back up to him, heart racing so fast it would win a grand prix. seonghwa studied your face, a finger snaking under your chin. “i asked you something. why’d you ask?”
“don’t you feel lonely?” you blurted, sincerity glossing over your eyes as you looked at him. seonghwa’s finger left your chin, stepping back a little to lean against his window sill. “do you?”
“i guess,” he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear. the same empty void in seonghwa’s eyes bore into yours, as if he wanted someone to be with him and fill in the space in his heart. “where am i going to find someone i would love? i’m not going to hit up the past girls i was with before you.”
hearing him say that gave you very little hope, thinking you had a chance with seonghwa. after all, the thing between you and him had been going on for a longer time than the past flings.
“when are you going to realize?” you told him, zipping up the zipper of your skirt before crossing your arms at him. seonghwa’s eyes blinked, it was so... bland and emotionless.
“realize what?”
“that i’m in love with you,” you said, which took seonghwa by surprise. how could you be so in love with him? he ruined you in many ways possible, deprived you of his presence and made you think you will never have hope in terms of relationships with him. how could you still fall in love with him? “i.. i’m in love with you, seonghwa.”
“why?” he asked, genuinely confused as to why you were in love with him. seonghwa was up to no good, and will never be good enough for you. oh, you were too good for him. “why me? out of all the guys in school, me?”
“because.. i know they’ll never make me feel good like you do,” you said, hoping it was something seonghwa would want to hear. but it wasn’t. he wanted something genuine out of your mouth. “because i know you’re a good person.”
“how could you still fucking say that,” he said. everything became a joke to him. you were merely a clown to him at this point.
“i’m serious and look at me,” you told him. “i.. i just really like you. i like all the late night talks every time after we do things.. you make me feel good in myself.”
seonghwa’s eyes flickered at you, avoiding your image at once. he didn’t know what else to tell you, he didn’t want to admit to you. why should he? would it make things better?
“think about it,” you told him, grabbing your backpack from the cluttered floor and heading to his door. assuming it would be the last time you’ll see him, you looked at him one last time. seonghwa had stood up from the window sill, grabbing a shirt to put on.
“where are you going?”
“home?”
“stay here,” he told you, tossing you an oversized shirt. “stay the night. let’s talk about everything.”
seonghwa wasn’t great with words, but he was better at expressing himself through actions.
[ 6:45 AM ] badboy!san parked his motorcycle in one of the parking spaces in front of the school, planting his feet on the concrete floor as he balanced his bike. you hopped off, pulling the helmet off of your head and handing it to your boyfriend, who had taken off his helmet. you couldn’t take your eyes off of his lip, now adorned with a new lip ring he had always wanted to get. san hung both helmets on his bike, turning to face you. “don’t look at other people who aren’t me.”
“i know,” you told him with a smile, hugging your books close to your chest. a smirk played on his lips, pulling you between his legs and slotting his soft lips against yours. the coldness of his ring was so foreign to you it was difficult to ignore. pulling away, you caught multiple eyes on you as students walked inside the school.
san glared at the passing students, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he gave you one last kiss goodbye before putting on his black helmet and speeding off of the property he hated the most.
