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Mha Headcanons 1/3

these are the ideas and designs I will base all my content off. Villains and extra characters coming soon

[venusreturntome]

Mezo Shoji never believed he was truly wanted by anyone.

He wasn't used to people actually seeing him. The stares and the weird looks he got when walking down the streets or taking a subway home were common, different, more than he'd like to admit... But people seeing him through just his intimidating appearance? He rarely ever got that.

Back in his city, nobody ever wanted to be friends with him. That's what you get for being born a mutant where almost the entire population wasn't bodily modified. No, he was used to being mocked and beat up for it — nobody wanted to be close to the ugly beast of the village. So, Mezo never dared approach anyone else after he learned his lesson from last time he did so. He kept to himself and minded his own business. People only came to him when they actually needed him, wether that be to reach something too high for someone normal to reach or fix something that required having the strength of an ox. He felt needed at that time, but not wanted.

So colour him surprised when you came along his way, genuinely wanting to be his friend after watching him spend a single school break alone. You weren't doing that out of pity; he could tell by your genuine curiosity for his daunting aura, the way you nervously fidgeted with your fingers, nervous, but not afraid of him... Shoji could tell by just that.

You wanted to be his friend.

With only a single ounce of hesitation, he became your friend.

It was... An extremely strange feeling. Just odd, never a negative one. The way you doted for Shoji in strange ways, asking him if he had been drinking enough water that day and giving him your own bottle when he replied no, bringing extra food with you to give him during school breaks, planning hang outs Mezo thought he'd never experience. Sometimes they were even smaller actions, like giving him the last piece of mochi when the number of the treats you were sharing was uneven. Or bigger ones, like you'd spend the night in his dorm when the nights were filled with thunder. Shoji never really did like thunder, so you had come to his room for support; support because you cared for him. And the ones larger than life... Like that time his mask ripped during training, and when he tried so desperately to pick the pieces back together as he covered his face- You ripped a part of your own suit, staring him straight in the eye with soft eyes and a warm smile, looking at his jagged teeth and deeply scarred mouth as you handed the fabric to him.

You weren't spooked. You weren't scared of him.

You were understanding- Accepting... Supportive.

And Shoji just about lost it at that.

You put your adoration for him in all the little things you managed to do for him, and Mezo, somehow, always managed to find that love and catch it.

He was feeling pure bliss from all this love; never once having been met with such care. An unnatural experience that he enjoyed more than anything in this world. But it left Shoji so... So confused?

Why would you be doing this to him? Taking care of him this way? Spending time with him willingly even when you didn't have to to keep being friends?

Just why?

That's what Shoji found himself asking to you one day. You two sat in the quietude of his empty bedroom — save for a few small trinkets scattered around you had bought for him over the time of being friends, though Mezo never really found the reason why you'd spend money on him like that either — sitting down on his spacious bed as you read a book between his open legs, and Shoji sat quiet behind you, softly panting and resting after an intense workout at the gym. His teal blue mask, once a secret between the two of you that he started feeling comfortable revealing, thrown out on the floor. A little warm coloured lamp next to the mattress on the floor setting the entire room into a comforting atmosphere.

He didn't expect the pleasant silence to be broken by him out of the two of you. But being there, sat behind you with you oh-so very near him like it was the most normal thing in the world... It sent his mind spiralling, even when he tried to deny himself those feelings.

Trying to ignore it was futile now, he assumed. With unexpected courage, a dupli-mouth manifested from one of his arms; leaning close to your ear.

"Why do you do so much for me?" An all too familiar voice spoke up right by your side.

"Because you're my friend, silly." You replied dismissively, never once lifting your attention from the hard covered book in your hands.

"No, I mean- Why do you like me like you do? Do things for me like it's second nature for you?" Shoji tried to explain more clearly, his tone almost sounding desperate- Like he was just aching for an answer that would satisfy his loud thoughts at night.

Right then, you just stopped. Stopped paying attention from the now uninteresting book at your hands, and all your focus shifted to the huge boy behind you. You've never heard him sound so... Timid. Hesitant.

It didn't take you long to answer his question, even when you tried to come up with something more strategic to say to a friend; your heart knew it better than your mind did. Those three damned words as you whipped your head around to look at Mezo in the eye.

"Because I love you, Mezo."

His breathing stopped- Very unlike a kick in the ribs, like his lungs were gently stripped out of air.

You noticed. Your body shifted between his legs, book long forgotten and thrown to the side like his mask as you twisted yourself to now fully face him.

You face held softeness, when did it not? But also a great determination behind that familiar twinkling of your eyes. Like you were getting ready to make a grand point. Or a huge confession. Shoji selfishly hoped it was the latter.

"When I do something for you... I don't do it to prove something to you. I want to show you... That I care about you in subtle ways. I want to show you that I'm here for you, no matter what. I don't give you things mindlessly, I do everything with genuine thought behind it. Because I care about you, Mezo. I love you."

Shoji didn't say anything. He stayed in silence — speechless. Many words had been spat at him, not always negative, of course, but the things you told him... He couldn't speak. It felt like his throat was being tied together. But didn't think he needed to say anything at all, as a smile spread over your beautiful face — and you leaned to land a soft kiss on his jaw. To kiss him.

The world stopped at that exact second.

And Shoji finally believed he was truly wanted.

© SHYREN. Do not steal, copy or use any of my work for AI. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!

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[ablobwhowrites]

another Yandere mha idea cause I had a stupid idea once again.

So I still like the idea of a y/n from a apocalypse world being isekaied into another world but is yandere for them but for this I image y/n was taken in the training camp arc by villains or was separated so it ended up being the perfect opportunity to have the isekai stuff to take place as I image apocalypse y/n waking up in the yandere mha world and seeing these strangers worry about them and talk to them as if they've known eachother for years. As well as not knowing what quirks are.

I love to image that u.a. thinks the villains have something to do with this and seeing y/n having scars and not remembering anyone here was all villains doing after the incident at the training camp. I like to image y/n still in a survival mode and still doesn't trust these people at all that, everyone feels guilty cause y/n must have been hurt so bad that they basically snap at the teachers and students that y/n once tried to leave campus even after just being checked by recovery girl.

All might: "Y/n! I found you! The others are very worried with you running off like this!"

Y/n: "... Who the hell are you?"

*hagakure trying to stalk y/n to see where they go.*

Y/n: "you know I can hear you right?"

Hagakure: "What?! How!?"

Y/n: "I heard you breathing also your shoes are kinda squeaky."

Y/n also panicked after they activated their quirk. They absolutely had no idea what was going on at all and thought they where becoming a monster or something. (I image they came from a zombie apocalypse world that also has special variants of zombies. Also I have no idea what kind of quirk this y/n should have I image kinda a rock bending like ability but who knows, you guys decide.)

I also image the first time y/n was found they are just covered in injuries because being isekaied in the zombie world wasn't pretty so they got injured but their fine somewhat but hey they don't gotta fight to survive anymore... hopefully.

(Anyways! Hopefully you guys like this and if you want more please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have! But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[fever-dreamer97]

Class 1-A Puts on a Play

Bakugo: God, don’t put Deku on the stage and then tell him to wing it. He’s horrible at improv.

Kirishima: Oh c’mon, he won’t be that bad.

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Kirishima, acting: Did you find anything back there, Rick?

Izuku: I didn’t find anything back there, especially not my dad’s love.

Kirishima:

Class 1-A:

Audience:

Bakugo, muttering: What the fu*k did I say?

[local-lover-boy]

I feel like class 1-A would call Aizawa babygirl by accident and then see their lives flash before their eyes, however Aizawa doesn't even react, he's too tired

[maeveybelle]

MHA More is coming and I suddenly thought of what if in the class 1A reunion, reader and whoever you ship them with brought their kid as they’re the first one to start a family together 🥹

Reunion!

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`🌿:✧˚.📷⋆𖧧

summary: eight year later, izuku and f!reader finally meet up with all the classmates and break the news of a new member!! UA teachers peep 👀

warning/s: none! fluff

w/c: 3k

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The renovated Class 1-A common room at UA had changed in subtle ways over the eight years since graduation. The walls were a calmer shade of gray, the furniture sturdier to handle pro hero weight and occasional Quirk flare-ups, but the faint scent of old sweat, instant ramen, and singed plastic still clung to the air like a signature. Mina had spent three weeks straight in the group chat organizing this reunion, threatening exposure of old embarrassing training videos until every single member of the original class confirmed their attendance. No excuses. Patrols be damned.

By early evening, the room thrummed with overlapping voices and familiar chaos. Kirishima and Sero had already commandeered a pair of tables for an arm-wrestling tournament that involved liberal use of Tape and Hardening.

Bakugo claimed the largest couch as his territory, sprawled with a protein shake in one hand and a permanent scowl, snapping at anyone who got too close.

Jiro lounged on the floor against the couch base, her earphone jacks plugged into a portable speaker pumping low-fi beats that somehow cut through the noise.

Todoroki sat in the far corner like a statue, steadily eating cold soba from a thermos as if it were a meditative practice.

Uraraka moved through the crowd with easy grace, using Zero Gravity to float trays of snacks and drinks to people without them asking.

Tsuyu perched on a stool, offering her usual straightforward commentary on everyone’s post-graduation appearances and new scars.

Iida navigated the groups with rigid posture and chopping hand gestures, attempting to direct conversations into orderly topics and failing spectacularly.

Mina darted everywhere in a blur of pink, her acid Quirk carefully contained as she hyped up the energy.

Tokoyami stood near the window, arms crossed in classic edgelord fashion, murmuring something about the “abyss of reunion” to no one in particular.

Aoyama sparkled—literally—with upgraded hero costume elements that caught the light dramatically.

Ojiro’s tail flicked thoughtfully as he chatted with Shoji, whose multiple arms balanced plates and cups with effortless multitasking.

Hagakure’s invisible presence was marked by floating accessories and excited gestures, while the rest of the class filled every available space with loud stories and laughter.

You and Izuku arrived hand-in-hand a little after the initial rush, drawing immediate attention. You had always been one of the more popular members of 1-A—quick-witted with a dry, sassy sense of humor that could deflate tension or roast someone affectionately without crossing into cruelty, balanced by genuine kindness that made people seek you out during tough times. Izuku, even as a top-tier pro hero whose strength had only grown with mastery of One For All, retained that core nerdy essence: the muttering analysis, the earnest enthusiasm, the notebooks (mental or physical) filled with observations. His frame was broader and more scarred now, his presence steadier, but the shy rub at the back of his neck when all eyes turned to you both was pure Deku.

“Finally! The power couple graces us with their presence,” Mina called out, rushing over for careful hugs. “You two look way too put-together after what I heard was a brutal week of joint patrols.”

“Missed you too, pinky,” you replied with a grin, voice carrying that signature dry edge. “Some of us don’t have the luxury of planning reunions full-time.”

Izuku smiled warmly, green eyes bright. “Sorry we’re a bit late. The villain we wrapped up had a stretching Quirk that made containment… complicated. But we’re here now.”

The catching-up phase kicked off in earnest. Kirishima launched into a vivid retelling of a recent mountain rescue where his Hardening had saved a group of hikers but left him coated in rock dust for days. “It was super manly, but man, the cleanup!” Sero kept interjecting with tape-based puns that earned groans and laughs. Bakugo grunted occasional insults about “weak villains these days” while secretly listening to every word, his sharp mind dissecting strategies even at a reunion.

Jiro shared stories from underground hero work, her music gigs often doubling as intel operations. “The beats help, but some nights it’s just chasing leads through sketchy venues.” You caught her stray thought—wonder if Reader’s telepathy would make stakeouts easier—and shot her a wink. She smirked back.

Todoroki’s contribution was characteristically blunt: his agency had handled a string of cold-case investigations, and he mentioned a sidekick who challenged him to a soba contest only to regret it immediately. “He lasted twelve minutes,” Todoroki said flatly, sipping from his thermos. You sensed his quiet contentment beneath the stoicism—these people still feel like home.

Uraraka floated more snacks your way, her round face lit with genuine happiness at seeing everyone. “My rescue ops have been picking up. Less punching, more lifting people out of rubble. It feels right.” Tsuyu nodded beside her. “Ribbit. Practical. You’ve all grown into your strengths.”

Iida attempted to moderate a debate between Kaminari and Mina about the best agency perks, his engine legs idling as he chopped the air. “We should focus on shared experiences rather than competition!” Kaminari just laughed and zapped a small spark for emphasis, earning a tired sigh from Iida.

You moved through the groups effortlessly, dropping dry comments that landed perfectly—“Bakugo, if you scowl any harder you’ll strain something important”—while offering real compliments on new techniques or personal wins. Izuku fell into easy analysis mode, muttering under his breath about Quirk evolutions he’d observed in recent fights, occasionally launching into mini-speeches that you gently reined in with a hand on his arm and a teasing, “Save some nerd for the baby books, Izuku.”

The energy built comfortably until a natural lull hit around the time snacks had been decimated and stories overlapped into comfortable silence. You caught Izuku’s eye and gave a small nod. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a slightly creased ultrasound photo, the black-and-white image clear under the room lights.

“Before we dive any deeper into old times,” Izuku began, his voice carrying that steady hero timbre mixed with unmistakable nervousness, “we actually have some news to share. Personal, not hero-related.”

You leaned into his side, keeping your tone light and warm. “We’re having a baby. Fourteen weeks along. Surprise.”

For a split second, the room went pin-drop silent as the words registered. Then it erupted in a wave of pure, unfiltered excitement.

Mina’s scream was ear-piercing in the best way. She rocketed across the room but pulled up short, hands hovering excitedly near your shoulders. “A baby?! You two are actually doing this?! Oh my god, I’m going to plan the most epic, acid-free baby shower in history. Gender neutral? Themed? Tell me everything!” Her mind raced with color schemes, games, and how many onesies she could buy in one shopping spree.

Uraraka lifted several inches off the ground, hands pressed to her cheeks as happy tears welled up. “This is incredible! A little combination of you both… I’m already the best floating aunt. Do you have cravings? Morning sickness? I can bring you whatever you need, anytime!” She floated a fresh water bottle your way immediately.

Tsuyu tilted her head, her expression soft and sincere. “Ribbit. Congratulations. Raising a child is no small thing, but your balance will serve you well. One analytical, one perceptive. The baby won’t lack for guidance.” She was already mentally noting safe water-based activities for future playdates.

Kirishima’s grin threatened to split his face. He clapped Izuku on the back with controlled strength. “This is beyond manly! A whole new hero in the making! You gotta let me be the uncle who teaches solid fundamentals—how to stand tall, take hits, keep pushing. I’m so hyped for you guys!” Protective instincts flared alongside ideas for toddler-friendly workout mats.

Sero whistled sharply, shooting tape to string up an impromptu banner that read “Future Hero Incoming!” in messy letters. “Deku as a dad is something I never knew I needed to see. Bet the nursery has labeled drawers for every possible Quirk scenario.”

Izuku flushed but laughed, rubbing his neck again. “I might have started some preliminary notes on development and potential inheritance factors. It’s all very early stage—”

You cut in with a kind, sassy nudge. “He means he has three color-coded notebooks already. I confiscated the fourth last night when he tried researching third-trimester hero costumes.”

Kaminari nearly fell over laughing, sparks popping in his hair from excitement. “Reader’s keeping the nerd in check even now! This kid is gonna be quick and unstoppable. Free babysitting from me—electric uncle duties include safe static electricity demos.” He pictured teaching bad jokes and playing catch with rubber balls.

Iida shot to his feet, posture perfect, hand chopping with enthusiastic precision. “This is a significant life milestone! We must discuss comprehensive plans immediately—parental leave coordination across agencies, childproofing standards for hero equipment, educational resources starting from infancy. I have compiled several relevant documents over the years for situations exactly like this!”

“Iida, we love the dedication, but maybe not tonight,” you said warmly, smiling to soften it. “We’re still wrapping our heads around the first trimester.”

Bakugo had stayed uncharacteristically quiet, staring hard at the ultrasound photo when it reached his end of the couch. His scowl remained, but it lacked its usual venom. “Tch. You damn Deku finally knocked up the telepath. Kid better not be a weakling with all our genes in the mix. Don’t screw it up.” It was as close to warm approval as Bakugo ever got. Internally, he was already considering reinforced baby gear resistant to small explosions.

Todoroki approached with his usual measured steps, studying the image intently. “The baby has a strong outline already. Do you think it will manifest your telepathy or Midoriya’s stockpiling strength?” His heterochromatic eyes flicked between you both, genuinely curious and almost gentle. “I can provide temperature-controlled environments if needed during visits.”

“That might come in handy if it inherits your half-and-half situation,” you replied kindly. “We’ll put you on the emergency soba-and-bottle list.”

Tokoyami nodded solemnly, cloak shifting. “From the union of perception and unyielding will emerges new life to face the eternal dusk. May the child wield both shadow and insight with balance.” It was high praise in his language.

Aoyama struck a sparkling pose. “Magnifique! A shining new star joins our constellation. I will design the most fabulous, light-reflective nursery accents. The baby shall dazzle from day one!”

Ojiro’s tail swished happily. “Congrats, you two. You’ve always been solid together. The kid’s going to have great role models for balance and strength.”

Shoji offered several thumbs-ups with his extra arms. “We’ve all got your backs. Extended family support is guaranteed—no matter the Quirk or challenges.”

Hagakure bounced in place, invisible but unmistakable. “Eeee this is the cutest thing! Tiny hero booties and capes incoming. I’m going to knit invisible accessories!”

The reactions poured in from everyone, the room alive with overlapping congratulations, questions, and laughter. You handled the influx with your usual grace—sassy deflections for the overwhelming bits, kind acknowledgments for the heartfelt ones—while Izuku beamed beside you, his strength evident in how calmly he answered the more analytical queries about due dates and agency adjustments.

The rest of the evening dissolved into joyful chaos. More food appeared as if by magic. Old games were suggested and half-played before devolving into storytelling. Denki tried (and failed) to start a karaoke round. You caught endless stray thoughts through your telepathy: Midoriya’s mind a whirlwind of protective plans and name possibilities, Mina’s excitement bordering on frenzy, even Bakugo’s gruff internal pride. People came up in smaller groups for quieter talks—Jiro offering music recommendations for pregnancy relaxation, Kirishima asking seriously about support needs, Uraraka promising floating help with nursery setup.

Hours later, as the crowd began to thin with patrol schedules looming, you and Izuku slipped away for one final stop at UA’s faculty lounge. Aizawa was slumped at his desk, looking as exhausted as ever. Present Mic lounged nearby with headphones half-on, and All Might sat with a cup of tea, reviewing notes.

Izuku pulled out the ultrasound photo once more, setting it down carefully. “We wanted you to see this too. We’re expecting.”

Aizawa’s eyes sharpened on the image. He stared for several long seconds. “…You’re serious. The problem children are reproducing.”

Present Mic’s headphones clattered down. “WHAT?! Little Deku and Reader making a mini-listener?! This is monumental! When’s the due date? I’m spinning tracks at the shower, no question!”

All Might’s face transformed with pure, beaming pride, eyes shining. “Young Midoriya… Young Reader… This is beyond wonderful. A new symbol, a new generation. You’ll both raise them with incredible hearts and strength. I’m so proud.”

Aizawa leaned back, rubbing his eyes but with the faintest hint of a smile. “Don’t overthink every detail, Midoriya. Kids are chaos enough without extra analysis paralysis. Reader, keep him sane.” Despite the dry delivery, the underlying care was clear. The teachers passed the photo around, their initial disbelief giving way to warm, seasoned congratulations from people who had watched you both grow from students to heroes.

You rested your hand lightly over your bump as you leaned into Izuku on the walk back, the night air cool. The reunion had been loud, surprising, and exactly the kind of supportive chaos only Class 1-A could deliver. The future stretched ahead—messy, heroic, and full of love.

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A/N: "More" KILLED me. deadass. the bkdk was sooooo obvi. but I also love izuocha don't gmfu. the toga peep??? no...I cried so freaking hard

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