“Um, excuse me?” A mysterious man tapped on Eijirou’s shoulder.
The bodybuilder turned around, his eyes twinkling with innocence as he smiled at the guy.
“Hey! What’s up, dude?” He asked.
“I was just wondering if you knew (Y/N)?”
“Yeah! Of course! Did you want to get her autograph or something? I heard she’s doing a panel with the famous chef Katsuki Bakugou in a couple minutes.”
“Uh- actually, no. I came to warn you. She’s bad news. I’ve heard she’s bought like half of her subscribers and actually doesn’t bake the dishes herself. I also heard she’s super mean off-camera and trolls her subs.”
Kirishima’s right eye twitched at the “news.” The mysterious man’s hands went into his pockets as Eijirou studied the man for the first time since looking at him. The first thing he noticed was the man’s hoodie. The second thing he saw was his lifeless eyes.
Incel vibes.
Eijirou did NOT like this guy.
“Where did you hear that from?” Eijirou couldn’t stop the emotions that flooded into his voice, making his pitch go an octave higher.
“Yknow, the grapevine.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
At this point: Eijirou was getting annoyed with the man. Suppose he was a random stranger tapping him on the shoulder to ask for directions, an autograph, or something similar. In that case, that’d be perfectly okay. But no, instead, it was some incel-looking creep looking to slander his new friend! He will not stand for it.
“Look, dude, I don’t know who you are, but you clearly don’t know (Y/N).”
“Whatever,” The man shrugged and clenched his fists, clearly bothered by Eijirou’s positive attitude. “It’s not my fault if she ends up being more of a piece of shit than she already is.”
“The only piece of shit that I see here is you.”
Muffled voices filled (Y/N) ’s ears as she let out a defeated groan.
“Where am I?” She whispered, her throat unable to go above a groan.
Her hand went to her neck, tears starting to well in her eyes from the pain. Her skin felt clammy and cold as she realized she wasn’t in the attire she wore when she attended the convention—the convention! Memories flooded back to her, a headache starting to form and her stomach muscles starting to contract in sickness as she remembered what happened. She doesn’t understand, she made her dish, did the panel, then she was out with her friends and she… passed out? But why? And why does her body feel like it’s on fire? Especially her throat.
Suddenly, she felt hyper-aware of her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was the bright lights on the ceiling burning her retinas. The second thing she noticed was her friends, standing around her hospital bed making light conversation, all pairs of eyes on her.
“W-what happened?” She asked meekly.
At that moment, a man dressed in a white lab coat and mask walked into the room with a clipboard in hand and a woman dressed in similar attire by his side.
“You collapsed at the convention, miss.” He answered. “Your friends here rushed you to the hospital.”
She looked up to see familiar faces, Hitoshi, Pony, and Eijirou.
“Good thing they did, too.” He continued. “You could have been fatally injured if they hadn’t brought you in sooner.”
“What?!” Hitoshi, Eijirou, and Pony exclaimed.
The doctor hummed in response, walking over to the side of the bed with a clipboard and pen in hand.
“Nurse,” he called. “Make sure the young lady’s medication is taken care of.”
The tall woman nodded and left the room.
“Medication?” She tilted her head.
The nurse walked back in and handed the medication to Hitoshi.
“Make sure she takes this twice a day, every day, for the next three days once she’s discharged, alright?”
Hitoshi nodded and gave you a small smile. Pony let out a loud, exaggerated cry.
“(Y/N)!” She cried. “When I heard you were in the hospital, I was so worried!”
“Thanks, Pony. So, who else knows?” (Y/N) asked.
“Just your inner circle and new friends. Don’t worry, the public knows nothing yet,” Eijrou reassured her.
“Err… Not too sure about that, big guy,” Hitoshi responded, holding out his phone.
Eijirou’s eyes went wide at the screen. Pony moved over to Eijirou’s side to look at the screen. She gasped, and her hands flew to her mouth.
“What?” (Y/N) asked.
“Umm… take a look.” Hitoshi handed you his phone.
You couldn’t help the screech that was torn from your throat as you looked at the screen.
“What the hell?! Ow…” she whines, clutching at her neck.
“Careful, donut, we don’t want you straining your voice,” Hitoshi comforted her.
“But, this is pretty bad,” Eijirou added.
Hitoshi shot a glare towards the artificial redhead. The man mouthing ‘what’ as a response.
Hearing his phone ring, Eijirou put a finger up before slipping out of the room.
“Eijirou Kirishima! Where are you?!” Mina yells over the phone. “Izuku’s worried sick about Hitoshi and (Y/N), and we can’t find Katsuki cause they locked down the hall! What the actual fuck is going on?”
“I'm at the hospital with Hitoshi and one of (Y/N)'s friends. (Y/N) had an allergic reaction to the food she and Bakubro made. Katsuki thinks some foul play is involved, and honestly, I believe him. After I dropped off (Y/N) at their panel, this weird guy came up to me. I thought he was a fan, but he started talking a lot of shit about her. It rubbed me the wrong way, honestly.”
“Hold on, text the group chat. They need to know about this.”
“Done! Now what?”
“Now you get back in that hospital room and stay with her!” Mina rambled. “She needs your support right now! Go be a good friend! Go, go, go, go!”
“Right! You guys go help Katsuki!”
Hitoshi steps out into the hall just as Eijirou mentioned the weird fan. Waiting until he hangs up, he makes his presence known.
“Not to eavesdrop,” The purple-haired boy started. “but I heard you mention a weird guy talking shit about her?”
Eijirou nodded. “Yeah, it was super weird! At first, he seemed nice, but then he just started bad-mouthing her….”
“Describe his appearance.”
“Well, he had an ugly hoodie, bags under his eyes, his eyes were really dark though, practically black, and pinkish blonde hair.”
“Goddammit!”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“It was him. Akhi, (Y/N)’s ex.”
“Wait what?!”
“Yeah, he stalked her before, and she got a restraining order, but I guess it expired cause he showed up at the convention and scared her during her Q&A with Katsuki. Did you talk to him before or after the panel?”
“He tapped my shoulder after (Y/N) walked through the door. About ten, fifteen minutes before it started.”
“So he was there, waved at (Y/N), left during her five-minute break, and then what?”
“(Y/N) kept looking around while we were hanging out with Denki too. You know how you feel like you’re being watched?”
“So that’s what was going on!” Eijirou exclaimed. “So now that we know who most likely did it, how do we prove it was him?”
“I have a plan. For now, stay with (Y/N). She needs support right now while I gather some evidence. Tell her I had an emergency and had to go if she asks any questions about me.”
“What?! You want me to lie?!” Eijirou exclaimed.
“Only if she asks!”
“Dude, I can’t lie to her! She doesn’t deserve that!” The artificial redhead crossed his arms in disapproval.
“Fine, don’t think of it as lying. Think of it as… extending the truth. Because I did indeed have an emergency. The emergency of trying to figure out who did this!”
“Fine! But you owe me one gamer boy!” Eijirou pouted like a puppy who was denied his favorite treat.
Holding your boobs HCs- Bakugou and Todoroki(Slight NSFW)
Bakugou:
You were in the kitchen cooking dinner when you felt him walk into the room
"Hey Katsu. Food is almost ready if you want to set the table." You put some extra seasoning into the soup.
He had been oddly quiet all day, only making noises as replies
You had heard him whimpering in his sleep last night but knowing how fast he closed up, you didn't bring it up
Having had beem kidnapped by villans still had a toll on him
"I was thinking after dinner, you'll let me put a face mask on you and we can catch up on that show on Netflix. I may have cheated and watched a fe- oof" you're hand gripped the spoon so it wouldn't fall
Bakugou was plastered against your back, arms around your waist, hands sliding up to cup your breasts
There was no sexual intent behind it at all
He just wanted to feel you and hold you
He did always love caressing your chest and feeling the softness of the skin
Usually he was brash, outspoken and just self assured but he had been having nightmares again
Knowing that he just needed you for a few minutes of you, you rested your head back on his shoulders
"Its okay to be hurt still over that. I'll be here for you." A whispered promised.
"Can you let go of my tits so we can eat now, ya perv?" You laughed
He squeezed your chest. "Shut the fuck up."
Todoroki:
You had an odd, not really, thing for just holding a boob in your hand while lounging around
It was just natural thing to do okay!
You were having a personal movie day while Shoto was out doing whatever
Weren't really paying attention to what errands he said he had to do
While you loved to be laid up with your boo, it was nice to just have the couch to yourself
When he did get home, he found you huddled on the couch, watching some scary movie, with your hand under your his shirt, clutching a breast
It wasn't an unfamiliar sight
Leaving bags on the floor, he plopped down on the couch with you
Moving you into his lap, laying his legs across the couch, he held you
"Hey Sho" you smiled when he kissed your forehead
"You haven't moved in three hours, have you?" Noticing your hand again, he pulled it from under your clothes and replaced it with his own
The new,cool sensation easily made your nipples bud
He couldn't help but to tug on them, just a little
"You better not start. You know this is my favorite movie."
He chucked but kept the touches to a minimum
Kneading your flesh and tracing a finger around your areola to tease you the entire time
Soon as the credits rolled, he pulled the shirt off to pay extra attention to your breast
Dimples: You never told me what we’re doing on this date.
Bakugou: You’ll see when you get here.
Dimples: Last time you said that you had me climb a cliff and I twisted my ankle.
Bakugou: It’s not my fault you’re a fucking klutz.
Dimples: 😡
Bakugou: No cliffs. But wear something comfortable that you don’t mind getting dirty. I’ll pick you up in 30.
Dimples: Fine. See you in a bit.
Stepping outside of her apartment, Jada’s green eyes instantly fell upon her date for the afternoon, Bakugou Katsuki. He leaned against his Suzuki motorcycle as it rested on the curb, his trademark smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. He cocked his head to the side as the tall woman approached him, shamelessly checking him out.
“I’m not gonna lie, this is a sexy ass bike.”
“Heh,” He chuckled as he looked her up and down. “Hop on and I’ll show you what she can do.”
“Nah that’s ok. I’m not trying to die today.”
“Tch. You know you love it.” He smirked as he walked over to the back of his bike, opening up the rear container. “Here,” he tossed Jada his helmet which she only slightly fumbled as Bakugou took a black backpack off of his broad shoulders, holding it out to her as well. “Put this on too. I can’t wear it while you’re riding.”
The ravenette only shook her head as she took in her date. Thankfully she still found his gruff attitude charming. She chuckled to herself as she pulled the helmet over her head after donning the backpack, wondering how long that sentiment would last. Sitting on the bike behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, taking in the subtle scent of his mahogany cologne.
“Hold on tight.” With that, Bakugou sped out into traffic, laughing as Jada screamed behind him. After a short time, the hero finally pulled off into a quiet downtown neighborhood lined with Mom and Pop storefronts and boutiques. Parking his bike against the curb, the pair dismounted, Bakugou leading Jada down an empty alley.
“I know I said this on our last date but…” the woman paused as she looked around the tight space lined with empty boxes and trash. “I swear if I didn’t know better I’d think you were leading me away to my death.”
“Good thing you know better then,” Bakugou huffed as he pushed open a tall wood gate, ushering her inside.
Once on the other side, Jada’s eyes were met with a tall brick wall, the beginnings of an ocean mural graced upon it. All sorts of sea life were present towards the top of the building, thinning out as it reached the bottom, some of the red bricks still exposed. The ravenette couldn’t disguise her awe as she whistled, taking in each and every detail. “Wow… This mural is going to look great once it’s finished.”
“Thanks,” Bakugou hummed as he gently pulled the black backpack off of her shoulders, taking a knee to pull out its contents.
“What are you saying thank you for?” She questioned, staring at him as if he had three heads.
The hero scoffed, taking out a bandana before covering his nose and mouth. “Because I painted it, dumbass.”
Jada stared at Bakugou dumbfounded as she watched him put on a pair of rubber gloves before taking out several cans of spray paint from his bag. There was no way this cocky hot-tempered behemoth had the skill or the patience to create such a work of art. “First, You a lie. Second, call me dumbass again and I’ll put you to sleep.”
Heh. I picked a lively one. “First, it’s true. Second, I’d like to see you try. Anyway...” He paused as he moved his chin in the direction of the mural. “You’re going to help me finish this thing.”
“I’m what now?”
“You’re in charge of finishing the ocean water.”
He must have lost his goddamn mind. “I don’t know how to paint the fucking ocean! I’m not an artist!”
“Relax, you’re just doing the base color. He’s a free tip:” Bakugou paused as he tossed Jada a can of spray paint. “It’s blue.”
The dark-skinned beauty rolled her eyes as she watched the hero stand up before hooking himself up to a harness. He must be going to tackle the ocean life near the top of the wall. She couldn’t deny the fact that he looked incredibly hot in his makeshift mask, watching as his large biceps bulged in his black tank top as he tightened his harness knots.
“Before you get started you should grab a bandana from my backpack and some gloves.” He mumbled before scaling the wall, pulling himself up. “Don’t want you getting high or staining your fingers.”
How considerate. Jada clicked her tongue before doing as she was told, putting on the protective gear. The pair went to work in silence, as music played from Bakugou’s phone. The hero took his time painting an orca onto his seascape, Jada watching from down below. She still couldn’t believe he had an artistic side even with the evidence right in front of her. He took his time painting and shading every detail. It was beautiful to watch.
Before the blonde could catch her staring, Jada got back to work painting the water on the bottom portion of the mural. Even though her task wasn’t Rembrandt worthy, she felt quite proud of her work, calling Bakugou to inspect her progress.
“Not bad,” He hummed, wiping sweat from his brow. “Now try doing some marine life.”
Marine life? Jada slapped her thighs in frustration as she gawked at him. “I don’t know who lied to you, but once again: I. AM. NOT. AN. ARTIST!” She clapped her hands between syllables for added effect.
“I wanna see you try!” Bakugou barked as he continued to paint before continuing in a much softer voice. “Do a jellyfish. It’s shapeless anyway.” He shrugged as a smirk formed underneath his bandana. “Unless you’re not up for the challenge.”
The taunt silently hung in the air between them for a moment, Jada mulling over her response. “When it turns out shit, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The pair continued their work in silence, occasionally stealing glances at each other as they painted. Jada hummed along to the music pouring from Bakugou’s phone. The blonde smiled to himself as he listened. She couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket but it still somehow warmed his heart. She was entertaining to say the least. Finally, Jada broke the silence, her curiosity getting the best of her.
“I’m surprised you're into this stuff. I didn’t peg you as the artsy-fartsy type.”
The hero let out a deep sigh, contemplating his answer. “My therapist said I needed a creative outlet,” Bakugou mumbled, his eyes never leaving his task. “Turns out I’m actually decent at it.”
“Huh.” Jada paused, mulling over that statement. Being a hero can’t be all sunshine and roses. I’m sure he’s seen his fair share of fucked up shit too. “Well at least one of us is going to therapy. We can’t both be crazy.”
Bakugou chuckled as he painted broad strokes against the brick, “Jury’s still out on that one.”
“Done!” The ravenette exclaimed before taking a step back, admiring her work.
Bakugou pulled at the ropes of this harness as he slowly made his way back down to the ground. Pulling his bandana down to expose his face, he leaned down to take a good look at her artwork, “Well, let’s see what you got.” As his eyes locked onto the piece, the corners of his mouth slowly turned into a smile.
Wait, did I actually do something? Jada thought until she saw his broad shoulders begin to shake.
Just as she was about to speak, Bakugou burst out into a deep belly laugh, doubling over as he covered his mouth in an attempt to stop it.
“What?!” Jada hollered confused.
“What the fuck is that, Dimples?” the hero laughed, not bothering to hide it anymore.
“You told me to paint a jellyfish!”
“That looks like a potato with hair!” he cackled, easily blocking a punch to his arm.
“Stop it! I told you I’m not an artist!” Jada pouted as she feebly punched and swatted at the hero as he continued to tease her. It wasn’t until they heard another voice that the pair noticed they were no longer alone.
“Hey! What are you guys doing over there?!”
The two turned their heads toward the sound, Bakugou instantly groaning under his breath as he made out a man in uniform. “Shit.”
“Is that the fucking police?” Jada asked in a hushed voice, taking note of Bakugou’s change in demeanor as the man slowly walked closer.
“Yeah,” He hummed, quickly grabbing his backpack as he pulled his bandana back over his mouth and nose. “So let’s make ourselves scarce.”
Before she could question him, Bakugou grabbed the woman by the wrist as he ran off deeper into the alley, pulling her behind him.
“Wait!” She yelled as she struggled to keep up, almost tripping over her own feet. She turned her head to see the police officer chasing behind them, cursing as he ran.
The ash-blonde let an exasperated sigh before slowing down just enough to tuck her tightly into his side. “So goddamn slow…” Before Jada could realize what was happening, she heard an explosion followed by intense heat. She screamed only to be hushed by the hero, as they were propelled upward, the air whipping through her long black locs.
“What the---” the ravenette exclaimed until Bakugou easily hoisted them up onto a fire escape. Pulling her by the arm, he brought her behind the staircase. With her back against the cold metal, the man caged her in with his strong arms. Confused, she began to protest, why would a hero have to run from the police? It was then that the blonde placed a hand over her mouth, effectively stopping her in her tracks.
No.
Jada’s heart rate began to quicken, her breathing becoming shallow as she instantly grabbed for his hand, trying to fight the panic sweeping over her. Images of that night flooded her senses. His dark soulless brown eyes looming over her. Her lungs emptying at his hands. Desperately, she looked up at the hero, his ruby red eyes the only visible part of his face.
Bakugou looked into her green eyes and saw nothing but unbridled fear. His eyes visibly softened as he took a step back, taking his hands from her. He watched her carefully as she panted, ripping her bandana from her face as she tried to catch her breath. The fuck just happened?
“Hey! Show yourself!”
The shouts of the police officer pulled them back to the present as Bakugou softly put a finger to his lips, his body still hovering over hers.
With her breathing beginning to steady, Jada’s heartbeat began to race for an entirely different reason. Once again she was in close quarters with one of the nation’s top heroes. Even though he was only a few inches taller than her, his body felt massive next to hers. She looked silently as she watched his chest softly rise and fall only inches away from her face, beads of sweat forming along his collar bone.
Bakugou. It’s just Bakugou, she thought as she swallowed hard, instantly relaxing at the thought. Despite the storm brewing in her head, she felt so safe with him. She hadn’t felt that comfort in years. Even with him so close, somehow she longed to have him closer. His strong arms wrapped around her. His warm lips pressed against hers.
What is happening to me?
“Looks like we lost them. Extras never think to look up.” Bakugou’s voice broke through her inner thoughts as he tentatively placed a calloused hand onto her elbow, gaining her attention. “You good?”
“Yeah…” She nodded absent-mindedly before returning his gaze. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Good. Let's go back to our spot then.”
Jada blinked in surprise. She must not have heard him right. “Wait, you’re going back?”
“Yeah,” Bakugou said matter of factly as he carefully maneuvered himself to the outside of the fire escape railing. “It’s not finished and I don’t half-ass anything.”
“Even though the cops just chased us?” She asked with a quirked brow.
Instead of answering the ravenette, the hero only stood in silence as he offered her an outstretched hand, waiting expectantly.
She stared at him for a moment as she sat into her hip. All of her street smarts told her they should get out of dodge after a close call but something about this rough around the edges man told her to trust him. “I mean, I guess.” She rolled her eyes playfully as she finally took his hand.
With a dry chuckle, Bakugou once again tucked her into his side as he used his quirk to help them back down before returning back to the mural.
The pair quickly went back to work, painting in the hot summer sun. Bakugou finally took mercy on the woman, offering his assistance with the bottom portion of the scene. They chatted about nothing and everything as the hero displayed his skills, Jada handing him his supplies at the ready until the job was finally completed. With a smug smile, Bakugou took a step back to admire his work when a soft voice gained their attention.
“Ground Zero! Thank you so much for agreeing to do the mural,” a short older gentleman approached the couple, wiping his hands on his humble white apron. He had a soft smile on his face and looked to be in his seventies. “It’s just what my sushi shop needs. My daughter said it will make us more ‘instagramable’ whatever that means.”
“Wait…” Jada paused, turning her head to the blonde hero. “You had permission to do this? So you had me running all over creation for nothing?!”
Bakugou clicked his tongue before placing his hands in his pockets, looking the woman up and down.
“Uh oh, trouble in paradise,” The restaurant owner chuckled as he backed away. “I’ll come back later.”
Bakugou smirked underneath this bandana as waited for the old man to disappear back inside his shop before slowly walking closer to the ravenette. “Dimples, it wasn’t for nothing,” he cooed, placing a large calloused hand on the small of her back before leaning in to whisper in her ear, “You’re so cute when you’re blushy and winded.” With that, the hero placed a hard slap to her beautifully round behind.
He laughed as a gasp ripped from her throat, surprised by his actions. She fought her own laugh as she playfully pushed against his full pectorals, a familiar heat rising in her cheeks. “Oh, so you just chose violence!”
“Hush up and come here.” He said as he led her back over to his harness. “We gotta put the finishing touches on this thing.”
“And that would be what? Looks pretty done to me.” Jada watched as Bakugou got back into his harness, testing the ropes before turning back to her.
“It needs a signature.” The hero hoisted himself up so that he was sitting in the harness just a few inches off the ground. “Here.” He patted his lap, signaling for her to have a seat.
Jada hesitated for only a moment before having a seat, draping her arm around his neck for support. Bakugou smiled to himself as he handed her a black spray paint can, instructing her to hold onto it as they ascended up the building.
As Bakugou pulled on the ropes to bring them higher into the air, he stole short glances at Jada’s face. She had since ditched her protective bandana covering, and he could see her in all her glory. Her emerald green eyes were now much calmer than before, albeit still a little nervous, but her plump lips now curved into a gentle smile. He chuckled to himself as he felt her grip his shirt tighter, with each pull of the rope. She’s holding onto me like a scared little kid. Cute.
Once at the top of the mural, Bakugou asked for the spray can back before simply tagging his art with “Ground Zero.” Content with his work, he offered the can back to the ravenette with a grunt, “Your turn.”
“What?” She said confused, looking at the paint in his hand. “I barely did anything.”
“You did the ocean and that sorry excuse for a jellyfish.”
“It’s not that bad!” She laughed, giving his shoulder a light swat.
“Oh, it is,” He laughed in return before nodding toward the finished mural. “But you should sign your name and own that shit.”
“Ugh, give me that.” With a roll of her eyes, she took the can of spray paint from him before signing her name underneath his.
The hero quirked a blonde brow, humming at the sight. “Huh. I’m surprised you went with ‘Nubia.’”
Jada only flashed her trademark confident smile before handing him back the spray can. “You used your hero name, why shouldn’t I use mine?”
“Touché.”
Bakugou stared at the dark skin beauty as the sun started to set around them. Her emerald green eyes sparkled in a way he had never seen before. Somehow time seemed to stop as he could feel himself being pulled closer to her, as her grip on his shirt slowly began to loosen. He remembered what she had confessed that day in his cabin, how she wanted to take things slow. He knew he should obey but every cell of his being wanted her and the way her eyes were pouring into his was not helping his endeavor.
Just as he was about to turn away, Jada’s small hand lifted from his shirt. He stared in awe as she silently and gently pulled down this bandana, exposing his full face. The tiniest of gasps fell from her lips as she took him in. There was no scowl but a serene look. His ruby red eyes trained onto hers like it was the last thing he would ever see.
Her lips began to part to speak, but to her surprise, the hero slowly and carefully leaned in. His large rough fingers ghosted over her soft cheek before dipping underneath her chin. Looking for any resistance, his eyes flickered from hers to her plump lips and back again before he finally closed his eyes, leaning forward to place the softest kiss to her lips.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think this brute of a man could be so gentle. She sighed against his mouth as she deepened the kiss, wrapping both her long arms around his neck. The couple continued to kiss each other sweetly, lost in their pink cloud until a familiar voice called out to them from below.
“Excuse me!” The old sushi shop owner hollered. “Would you two love birds care for some yellowtail? I caught it fresh this morning!”
Bakugou reluctantly pulled away from the woman, smirking as his thumb lightly brushed across her pink bottom lip. “You hungry?”
Jada could only return with a smirk of her own while she ran her long stiletto nails through his wild blonde hair, a shiver running down his spine. “I could eat.”
During this week, I’ve noticed many of black BNHA writers receive hate for different anons.
No matter what, please continue to give this blogs support. These writers are talented, lovely people who do not deserve the time of day that these anti-black anons are giving them.
“Y/N, calm down. Please, your heart monitor’s going crazy.”
“I can’t calm down, Eijirou! I don’t know what’s going on! Akhi could’ve hurt ‘Toshi by now or ruined my YouTube career! I have to go stop him!” she sputtered, trying to get out of her hospital bed.
“You’re not going anywhere, sugar. You need to stay here and rest. I’m not letting you go out there and get hurt again,” Eijirou warned, stopping the girl.
“I’m fine, Eijirou, I—wait, what did you just call me?”
“I called you by your name?”
“No…you didn’t. You called me sugar.”
“Do you not like it?”
“I…well, yeah, I do, but it was so sudden.”
“Sorry…”
“No, i-it’s okay!”
Eijirou chuckled as he looked over your bedridden form. “Lemme go get you some actual food since that leftover ‘breakfast’ on your bedside table doesn’t look that good. What’s your favorite thing to eat for lunch, considering it’s about 12:30 right now.”
“Do you know any good places that sell (Y/F/F)?” Y/N asks meekly.
“Um, I think so. Let me go check if there’s any nearby. Do not leave that hospital bed, pretty lady, understand?!”
Nodding softly, she tries to fight the flush in her face, waving at him as Pony enters her hospital room as he leaves. “Hey, (Y/N). Where’s he going? Also, why do you look so flustered?”
“To get me food. Also, uh, no reason. What’s up?”
“Right…well, I just ran into your doctor, and they said you can go home by the end of today. I don’t have to worry about you in this dreary hospital anymore! But, you are resting once we get you home. Hey, where’s Hitoshi?”
“Yeah, about that. Izuku, Momo, Tsu, Katsuki, him, and Katsuki’s friends realized it was ‘he who shall not be named’ who did this to me and tried to get him to confess. Also, they found evidence against him. I’m starting to get worried because none of them are answering their phones, and I don’t know if he could, but A—”
“No! We vowed never to repeat that bastard’s name. Just thinking of saying it brings in all the negativity that comes with his presence!” she swore.
“My bad. But yeah, he started stalking me again. You know he was at my panel yesterday?” (Y/N) noted.
“Yesterday? (Y/N), that’s when you were admitted…Honey, yesterday for you was three days ago.”
“So, you’re telling me I’ve been in the hospital for three days?!”
“Easy, (Y/N), don’t overwork yourself. In the meantime, let’s get you some water.”
“I’m recovering from a peanut allergy, Pony. I’m not dying,” she jokes.
Pony laughs softly, ignoring the panicked memory when the doctor told them that Y/N had, in fact, died for a moment on the way from the convention to the hospital, and she also had a seizure. “Y-yeah. Thank God for that…” she mumbles.
“Pony, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m okay.”
“Pony…”
“You shouldn’t joke about that…especially when you’re here. You died on the way in, Y/N, and you had a seizure! We could’ve lost you! You’re my best friend, and we’d all be devastated without you!”
(Y/N) sighs softly, drinking the water before setting the plastic cup aside. “I’m sorry. I won’t make any more jokes like that, okay?”
Pony smiles and hugs the bedridden girl. The two talk for a while before they fall into a comfortable silence that causes (Y/N) to drift off to sleep.
About thirty minutes into her nap, Eijirou walks in with two bags of food and a bright smile. “Hey, pretty lady, I’m b—Oh. Aww, Y/N fell asleep,” he coos before noticing Pony sitting in the other chair. “Hi, I’m Eijirou Kirishima. I don’t think I’ve properly introduced myself yet.”
“It’s okay. We were all worried about her,” Pony sighs, looking at your sleeping form before turning to Eijirou. “I’m Pony Tsunotori, by the way.”
“So, how exactly do you know Y/N?”
“It’s a funny story. We met through her ex, or well our ex.”
“What?!”
“It’s not bad, really. He cheated on her with me, and, it’s funny, Y/N and I became friends over that. He was, no, he is a bastard for the way he treated her when we both dumped his sorry self, but apparently, he likes to hold a grudge.”
“This guy sounds like a piece of shit. I wish I’d known that when he confronted me at the con. I wouldn’t have said anything to him.”
“You talked to him?”
“Kind of. He confronted me and badmouthed her before scaring the shit out of Y/N at her panel. She looked like she had seen a ghost. I was worried about her.”
“Yeah, I’m glad she’s safe now. I wish none of this ever happened to her. She deserves better.”
“Yeah, she does. Someone like you.”
“Wait, what? No, no, Y/N and I are just friends,” EIjirou stammers.
“I saw the way you looked at her when you came back. Also, when she woke up. You really care about her, huh?”
The two looked over Y/N’s sleeping form, watching steadily as her chest rose and fell in a comfortable rhythm, the heart monitor beeping slowly. Pony looked over at Eijirou, eyes narrowing as she tried to determine if he had any raw intentions. Her face softened, realizing that he genuinely cared for Y/N, concerned for her in one of her darkest moments, and yet here he was, not leaving her side.
“Y’know,” Pony’s voice softened. “You’d be good for her.”
Eijirou’s cheeks flushed with heat, the normal color of his skin turning a salmon pink as he digested Pony’s compliment. Was this some kind of blessing?
“Thanks,” Eijirou smiled. “You’re a great friend to her, Pony. Please, never forget that.”
“If you hurt her, then you’ll see how good of a friend I really am!”
“Is… that a threat?”
Pony shrugged. “If you hurt Y/N, then yes, yes it is.”
Eijirou chuckled softly, careful not to wake Y/N as she dozed peacefully in her hospital bed.
“So, Katsuki… Bakugou? Was it?” A man wearing a tight office shirt and even tighter jeans walked in, his bald head shining under the dim fluorescent lighting.
“Tch,” Katsuki grunted, crossing his arms.
“So, the other person we have here, Akhi Seok Bang, says that he got those bruises and a broken nose from you. He sat down in the chair across from Katsuki. “Care to explain?”
“No comment,” Katuski barked.
“Care to explain why?”
“I’m not explaining shit without an attorney.”
The man sighed and wiped his hand across his face.
“You know that purple-haired friend of yours is squealing on you in the other room, blondie. Let’s see what he has to say before you decide to lawyer up, shall we?”
The man slammed his hands down on the table, creating a loud bang! sound.
“Just tell us what you know, Shinsou!”
“I’m not obligated to speak to anybody,” Hitoshi uttered his first words since being there.
“Answer the question!” The interrogator nearly flipped the table.
“I don’t know what you want from me!” Akhi snapped.
“The deal is simple, pinkie. What were you doing around the grease?!”
“You’re kind of mean, ain'tcha?”
The interrogator sighed. “Look, I’m just trying to get all the pieces of the puzzle before I start making connections. Just answer the question.”
“And I was trying to have a nice day, but it seems like nobody’s getting what they want today.”
The interrogator’s eye twitched at that statement. Goddamn, he hated his job.
“Momo… Yaoyorozu?”
Momo nodded.
“Tell me what happened, young lady. You seem like a sensible, mature woman. I’m sure you’d be able to give me the inside details.”
“W-well, the other day, my friends and I got together for lunch; we were at our booths for about six hours. So, we went to meet up with our friends Y/N and Katsuki. We all met up, and it seemed like everything was fine, but then Y/N started coughing on the way to the food area. Denki went to go get her. I’m not sure where Katsuki went, but I stopped her, making sure she was okay, but then she just collapsed, and she had these hives on her face and neck.”
“This must’ve been when the allergy started.…” He concurred. “Can you give me a time frame for this? Your cooperation is much appreciated.”
“The panel ended around 1:30 on Tuesday, I think, and we stopped at Izuku’s booth for a while, then we all went to get food around 1:45.”
“Interesting,” He nodded. “Thank you, I’ll make sure to add this to the file.”
Momo nodded, the interrogator getting up and leaving the room.
“Where’s Mina?!” Sero practically growled at the man.
“Sir, calm down—”
“No! I’ve been here for nearly three hours, and I haven’t seen nor heard Mina! Where is mi amor?!”
“She’s in a separate interrogation room. You can see her sooner if you just cooperate and answer our questions.”
“Can I at least see her?!”
“For interrogation purposes, we can not allow you to see her at this time.”
“Please! I’ll answer all your questions. Just please let me see her!”
The man let out a loud sigh, his hands coming to his head to rub his temples.
“You promise to answer all of my questions?”
“Yes, yes, whatever you want!”
The officer rolls his eyes and rolls his eyes, pulling up the blinds beside him, revealing a window into another room where Mina sat, teary and red-eyed, also being questioned by two officers.
Reaching out to touch the window, the officer shut the blinds abruptly. “There, you saw her. Now answer my questions, Romeo, and I’ll let you go.”
“That’s not what I meant! You know what I meant!” Sero yelled. “I actually wanted to see her!”
He had so many questions. Mina wasn’t a part of this? Why were Mina’s eyes red, and why was she crying? What had that bastard said to her?
“You saw your little girlfriend. Now answer the questions.”
“Pendejo, you didn’t even ask me a question yet.”
“Ugh. Anyways, tell me what happened when you were in the expo hall.”
“I went in with Momo, Izuku, Tsuyu, Mina, and Denki. Mina called out for Katsuki, and Izuku pulled him off of this guy with pink hair and a hoodie.”
“Then what?”
“Hitoshi said that he was the guy who messed with Y/N’s panel.”
Anxiety coursing through his veins, the green and black-haired boy sat in the metal chair.
“Izuku Midoriya?”
“Th-That’s me, officer.”
“Care to tell me what you and your friends were doing at the convention?”
“We all run our own YouTube channels, and we had our own booths set up.”
“Alright, well, tell me what you remember.”
“I met with our friends, and we waited for Kacchan and (Y/N) to finish their panel. After they were done, I showed my friends my booth. We stayed there for a bit, then we went to get food; Kacchan went to go get his spice bag from the convention hall—”
“Kacchan?”
“Katsuki.”
“Okay. Continue.”
“On the way to the food court, Y/N started acting weird, coughing and stuff. She walked with the girls in front of us while I walked with the guys, and then Y/N and Momo stopped before she collapsed and someone caught her.”
After Tsuyu and Denki finished telling their stories to the detectives, they let everyone go except for Akhi, Katsuki, and Hitoshi.
Back in the other room, the detective made his way back in with a slight smirk.
“You’re friends all shared their sides of the story. Now it’s time to share yours. You can’t stay silent forever, y’know.”
“...watch me.”
“If you weren’t so stubborn, we could figure out what happened to this Y/N person you and your friends keep mentioning.”
“You leave her out of this! She didn’t deserve any of this bullshit, and now she’s in the fucking hospital because of that Dorito-shaped head having lawnmower haircut dumbass.”
“I see that made you talk,” the officer chuckles.
“Shut up…”
“Care to tell us what happened now? That bruise looks like it hurts a lot.”
Silence.
“Shinsou?”
“Akhi is my childhood friend Y/N’s ex. They broke up three years ago. He was extremely toxic, went rabid when both she and his mistress dumped him, and he stalked her.”
“Do you have any proof?”
“Y/N got a restraining order against him, but I guess it expired.”
“Why do you think that?”
“He popped up at the convention, scared the hell out of her, and suddenly she’s in the hospital? Like that’s just a coincidence.”
“What if it is?”
“It’s not.”
“How would you know?”
“I got proof.”
“Oh really?”
Hitoshi put his hands in his pocket, grabbing what he needed and sliding his phone across the table.
The interrogator raised a suspicious brow.
“It’s open,” Hitoshi stated.
The interrogator carefully picked up the phone, noticing the video on the screen. “What kind of video is this, Shinsou?”
“An incriminating one.” He snarled.
“Now watch it.”
Scoffing, he plays the video, and Akhi’s face is in perfect view as the video plays out loud in the silent room.
“So what if I switched the oils?! It shouldn’t matter anyway!” Akhi bragged. “If such a waste of space were to pass away, would anyone even care?!”
A satisfied smirk appeared on Hitoshi’s face as he watched the interrogator's eyebrows lift and his mouth slightly drop.
Got him.
“Oh…” The interrogator sighed.
“Yeah. Now am I free to go?”
“Not yet, young man. I still have a few questions for you.”
“Oh, for fucks sake!” Hitoshi growled.
“Thank you so much!” Y/N thanked the lady at the front desk.
“No problem!” She responded, pep in her voice.
The three friends exited the hospital, the sun beaming down on them as it was a beautiful day. In the distance, Y/N could hear birds chirping and cars zooming on the road, filling the air with a thick foggy musk. But it didn’t bother them. Nothing could bother them on the day of the release of their best friend.
“Uh…Y/N, I think you should see this,” Eijirou mumbles.
“Eijirou, you have a car, right?” Y/N says stoically.
“Um…yeah, why?”
“We’re going to the police station.”
“What? No Y/N, you need rest. You just got out of the hospital,” Pony pleaded.
“I’ll rest once I get my friends out of the police station and throttle Hitoshi Shinsou.”
“Oh boy,” Eijirou chuckles. “Let’s go.”
“Pony, you coming?”
“Yeah, I’m getting in the back.”
Climbing into the car, they all buckle up before Eijirou starts the car and drives towards the nearest police station.
Pulling up to the police station (Y/N), with the help of Eijirou gets out of the car and makes her way inside. Locating the first officer she can find, she starts questioning them. “Is Hitoshi Shinsou here?!” she asks, trying not to strain her voice.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” the officer asks.
“(Y/N) (L/N).”
“Right, so why are you looking for this man?”
“He’s my best friend, practically my brother. I got word that he and our other friends were taken here, so I came down from the hospital as soon as possible.”
“I see. Who are these other friends of yours?”
“Izuku Midoriya, Momo Yayorozu, Tsuyu Asui, Mina Ashido, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero and Bakugou Katsuki. They didn’t do anything wrong! They’re innocent! Please, let me see them!”
“Right this way,” the officer sighs, leading you to the waiting area where the others are except for Bakugou and Shinsou.
“(Y/N)! Girlie, we were so worried about you! How are you feeling?” Mina gasps as you walk in through the door.
“I’m okay now. It’s been a rough couple of days, but I’m feeling a lot better. I’m sorry you guys went through this. It must have been harrowing….”
“We’re okay. The police are still questioning Hitoshi and Katsuki. They said they should be done soon.”
Katsuki scoffs as the officer lets him off with a warning, escorting him to the waiting room. “Fucking finally. Kept me in there for the longest fucking while.”
A few moments later, Hitoshi makes his way into the room, scanning his friends’ faces before realizing there are three extra people in the room.
“Hi, ‘toshi,” she smiles.
“Hey, donut,” he mumbles out of reflex before realizing you’re there. “Wait, (Y/N)?! When did you get out?!”
“Today.”
“How do you feel?”
“I’ll feel a lot better after I throttle you for doing all of this….”
“Um, well, let’s get out of here, guys,” he stammers as the others laugh softly, making their way out of the room.
As she followed her friends, (Y/N) felt a chill run through her spine as she heard her name being called by the last person she’d ever want to see.
Please not him. Anybody but him….
“(Y/N)!” A familiar voice called out.
She turned around to see a face she hoped to never see again. There Akhi was in all of his glory, well— not glory anymore. He was handcuffed, hands behind his back as a cop had a grip on his arm. The group of young adults collectively rolled their eyes, a scoff could be heard. Probably from Eijirou. She was frozen with shock as she stared at the greasy man.
His words made Eijirou’s right eye twitch.
“Don’t call her that!” Pony snapped before Eijirou even got the chance to speak up.
“Oh look, if it isn’t my other girlfriend… how’ve you been, Pony?” Akhi gave the girl a devious smile.
“That’s none of your business!” Pony barked.
“Enough about you,” he glared daggers at Pony, then redirected his ire once more to (Y/N). “How’s my baby girl doing?”“How’s The question sounded as though he intended to be sweet, but it was tainted by a hint of malice in his voice.
“I…I…” (Y/N) was too stunned to answer him. Seeing Ahki set off a flight or fight response in her, she figured her body chose to freeze instead of run away or tell him to fuck off. The man that tried to kill her had the nerve to speak to her as though everything was fine between them. Certainly, he had to know things would never be the same…right? He hadn’t slipped that far into his own twisted reality, had he?
“Oh, you’ve got some macho man to replace me, huh?” he spits. Gaze sharp enough to cut through metal. “Wonder how long this one’ll last before he gets sick of you~.” A burst of unhinged laughter was let out as he grinned wickedly.
“As Pony said,” Eijirou spoke up this time, his tone barely hiding just how irritated he was, “that’s none of your business,” He calmly moved (Y/N) back so that Akhi’s attention focused on him instead. He had enough of him, making (Y/N) uncomfortable. “You’re a hypocrite, you know that? She’s not your girlfriend anymore. You are just a jerk who can’t get it through your head that she dumped your rabies-looking ass. One of the actual mistakes God made.”
“How dare you!” Akhi broke out of the cop’s hold and leaped at Eijirou.
Little did Akhi know, Eijirou was prepared. While Akhi was mid-air, the taller man stepped to the side and rammed his elbow into the smaller man’s back without breaking a sweat.
“Really, dude?” Eijirou crossed his arms and looked down upon Akhi, his ears filling with Akhi’s groans of pain.
“I think you broke my fucking back!”
“Nah, if I was going to break you, I would’ve split you into two.”
“Eijirou!” Mina interrupted the bickering between the two.
“I’m just saying!” He held up his hands in defense.
“C’mon, donut, let’s get you home. You need to rest,” Hitoshi scoffs, looking down at Akhi.
“And you need to pay the fine, Hitoshi Shinsou,” the arresting officer perks up. “Now leave. You kids JUST got bailed out! Get out before we have to arrest you all!”
Hitoshi blinked a few times, processing what the officer was saying.
“Us?!”
“Yes, you! Now get out!”
“Pigs!” Hitoshi scoffed before running out, mentally deciding to pay the fine online and silently wincing at the large withdrawal, holding (Y/N) ’s hand tightly until the two were safely in the parking lot, the rest of the group following.
“Damn, you run fast for a gamer,” Katsuki commented.
“When you want the best games on Black Friday, you need to haul ass.”
“Hey, where’d Eijirou go?” (Y/N) asked.
“Why do you ask?” Mina teases.
“Uh…no reason….”
“His car’s parked out front, so he went to go get it,” Denki commented.
“By himself?”
“Nah, Tsu and Momo went with him. So what are we going to do next?”
“Celebrate (Y/N) getting out of the hospital. Where should we go?”
“I still have to prove to (Y/N) that my food is better than that shit from that buffet place Y/N and Denki dragged us out to,” Katsuki chuckles.
“Dragged?! It was a smart idea!”
“One of few,” Hitoshi chuckles.
“Hitoshi Shinsou, I’m still going to throttle you later….”
“Denki?”
“I’m staying away from that path of fury,” he stammers, stepping back.
“Katsuki? Izuku?”
“Hell no.”
“Nope.”
“(Y/N), donut, let’s talk about this.”
“At home.”
“...at least I get time to write my will.”
