a/n: i just love childhood friends w/ bakugo (in my head it's the only way he can fall in love) please enjoy , reblogs and comments are appreciated!
words: 1718 !
content: childhood friends to lovers , fluff , ua graduation , crack , reader wants that cookie real bad , maybe a little indulgent but i have to treat you guys
you and katsuki bakugo have spent your entire lives orbiting each other. through the sand box days to graduating hero school, you two have been oddly inseparable.
you were never quite the sentimental or even delusional type... but in japan, there's a tradition where a boy gives the second button of his uniform (the one closest to his heart) to the girl he likes most. unfortunately for katsuki, who is completely oblivious to most heart-felt traditions, he has absolutely no idea this exists.
you, however, very much do.
graduation at u.a. was louder than you'd expected. not in the formal sense, the ceremony had been neat and structured, but the aftermath was completely different. it was chaos wrapped by laughter and people calling each other over, not to mention photos being taken at every possible angle. someone was crying (probably hagakure), someone else was already trying to plan a party, and somewhere in the middle of it, katsuki bakugo was looking around. surprisingly he didn't have that look in his eyes that said the whole ceremony was beneath him.
he stood just off to the side of the main courtyard where most people couldn't see him. he waited, his tie already loose just enough to feel comfortable.
eventually you did find him--it wasn't hard. ever since you were children, you'd always known where he was, even in a sea of people. some things didn't change.
"there you are." you said, stepping beside him like you'd done a thousand times before.
"took you long enough," he replied immediately.
"yeah, yeah." you smiled a little and folded your arms. "anyway, you disappeared first."
"yeah, well. extras everywhere."
you laughed softly.
there was a pause, it wasn't awkward and you two just settled into it as you both looked out at your classmates. mina was dragging someone into a group photo, kirishima was laughing at something, and a few others were already talking about their internships and what agencies they were interested in.
"feels weird." you said after a second.
"yeah."
you glanced at him with a teasing look in your eyes. "that's it? will you miss it even a little?"
"what do you want me to say?" he shot back like usual. "it's over. we're done. that's it."
you huffed out a soft laugh, facing him now. "you're so sentimental."
"shut up." katsuki said, but he didn't sound irritated. "you knew you weren't getting a speech from me."
you grinned. "mean."
"you know me."
yeah, you did. you knew katsuki bakugo better than almost anyone else in the world.
and somewhere along the way, at some point between childhood and now, you'd realized you were kind of stupidly in love with him. it wasn't dramatic and movie-like, it was just natural. like the feelings had always been there, just waiting for you to notice.
you nudged him gently.
you tilted your head towards him, a playful look in your eyes. "remember when we were kids and you used to throw pebbles at my window."
"because you took forever."
"you shattered my window once." you deadpanned.
he narrowed his eyes a little. "that was one time."
"i bet you cried after your mom yelled at you."
"she yells all the time." he said as if they weren't practically twins.
"speaking of... even as children, you'd yell at me for not keeping up with you on the way to school."
"i still do that." he replied like it was obvious.
"you don't."
"i do."
"you literally slow down for me now."
he clicked his tongue. "i do not."
"you do."
"i don't."
"you do."
"whatever." he gave up.
you had the faintest grin on your face, it was a look of satisfaction. another silence settled over the two of you, it wasn't exactly heavy or sad.. you couldn't quite express what you were feeling.
"you did good, you know," you say a little quieter now.
"obviously." he muttered.
you rolled your eyes, but your smile didn't fade. "yeah, obviously."
then he shifted and adjusted his blazer ever so slightly. "i'm gonna go find my old hag before she starts yelling at someone."
you chucked lightly, "please record it if she does."
"tch. i'm not doing that."
you pushed him arm away playfully. "i'll see you after?"
he glanced at you then, just for a second. "yeah."
and then he turned, starting to walk back towards the crowd. you watched him go for exactly three seconds. then-
"..really?" your tone dropped flat and you deadpanned in an instant.
bakugo stopped mid-step and slowly turned back around, his brows already furrowed. "what."
you were looking at him like he just insulted you and your family.
"what do you mean 'what'." you said, crossing your arms, "that's it? that's how you're leaving it?'
"leaving what."
"oh my gosh." you muttered, dragging a hand down your face. "you are unbelievable."
his eyes narrowed. "the hell are you talkin' about?"
"i'm talking about the fact that we just graduated," you said and gestured casually around you. "and you didn't even-" you cut yourself off. "you know what, forget it."
"no, say it." he snapped. "you started it."
you stared at him for a second, like you were debating on whether it was worth the efforts or not. then you sighed.
"i'm just saying," you started off, your voice still flat but laced with something close to exasperation. "i didn't put all my hopes into you doing something disgustingly dramatic or anything, but i at least thought you'd give me your button."
silence.
bakugo blinked.
"..my what."
"your second button." you said in an obvious tone. "hello? graduation tradition? ringing any bells up there?"
he started at you. "that's a thing?"
you actually recoiled.
"you're joking."
"i'm not joking."
"you're telling me," you started out slowly, "that you made it through three years here, surrounded by people that would've absolutely talked about this.. and you didn't hear about it?"
"no."
"oh my gosh."
you turned away from him, pacing a step like you needed to physically process. "i cannot believe this. i just cannot..."
"why the hell do you care about some stupid button?" he tilted his head a little.
you stopped and turned, looking him dead in the eyes.
you'd known katsuki for far too long, yet you still almost couldn't believe the density of the blond standing before you.
"because," you said flatly and then added with a matter-of-face tone, "it's supposed to mean something."
"and?"
"and-" you cut yourself off again, visibly restraining yourself from hitting a man today. "you know what, whatever, forget the button."
"good." he said immediately.
"but also," you continued right where he left off, slightly pointing at him now. "you didn't even try to kiss me."
bakugo froze like his brain was loading the next response.
"..what."
you let out a sharp breath and then you spoke like any teenage girl would, "what do i have to do, katsuki? seriously. do i have to spell it out? do i need to, like, hop on one leg? bark? do a backflip? what is the requirement here?"
his brain clearly couldn't come up with something to say or do. then he blinked a few times.
"WHAT!?" he barked out.
"you seriously never thought about it? even a little?"
his face looked genuinely blank, which somehow irritated you more now.
"katsuki," you spoke slow at first, "i have known you since were, like, four. i practically handed this opportunity to you on a silver platter."
"WHAT OPPORTUNITY?"
"are all men this dense?" you said the words like it was an inside though that wasn't supposed to escape.
"you never said ANYTHING!" he yelled at his usual, ear-bleeding volume.
katsuki almost looked genuinely overwhelmed now, which would've been funnier if you weren't busy with being offended. then he opened his mouth, shut it, then looked away for a moment like he needed divine intervention.
that's when he saw the pair of idiots. kirishima and mina stood across the courtyard, clearly eavesdropping. katsuki's gaze was so intense that even you looked back just in time to see the two bolting. mina nearly tripped over a bush.
he muttered something and you still held that entertained look on your face.
when you both turned back, you'd realized that at some point during the argument, you stepped closer to each other without realizing. there were barely inches between you. close enough that he could probably feel your heartbeat if he leaned in just a little.
bakugo stared at you for a few seconds too long for it not to mean something. then a little longer.
and finally he spoke, quieter now, "you're such a goddamn idiot." his eyes went to your lips for half a second before returning to your eyes.
"i know," your voice came out in a hush.
then he kissed you. it was a little quick, as if he second guessed himself along the way, but then your hand grabbed his tie and pulled him down lightly so his lips could meet yours again.
you wanted this forever without realizing how badly until now.
it was a slightly messy and your noses bumped up against each other, and still, it was the perfect way to end this chapter of yours lives. it felt like you two were learning each other again, despite being friends your whole life. maybe that's why it felt so overwhelming, but it wasn't really new. it was like every almost moment in your friendship from over the years catching up to this one moment.
when you two pulled away, you let out a soft, breathless little laugh without meaning to. it was the kind of laugh that came out when things felt too good to be real.
"the hell you laughin' at?" katsuki sounded offended and flustered all at once.
"you." you said quietly, still smiling helplessly. "you're cute."
and then-
"YEEEESSSS!!"
mina leaped out from God knows where to celebrate.
you jumped just as kirishima popped out behind her and spoke loud enough for (what felt like) the whole graduating class to hear. "FINALLY BAKUBRO!"
"i'm gonna kill them." katsuki said with a voice that truly did have the intent to kill.
you leaned into katsuki, whispering. "we deserve to embarrass them when they realize."
the world felt right.
this concept was funny in my head, so i hope you all enjoyed hehe (i'm horrible at writing kiss scenes)
˖°𓇼𓂃 [ During a training battle with your sparring buddy, your suit accidentally rips .ᐟ ]
༄.° ┆ [ 𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗔 × 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 / 𝗕𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ]
༄.° ┆ [ 𝗧𝗪: Characters can be read in a relationship with Reader or just platonic; Kinda suggestive in some; Reader's quirk is not specified; No text was proofread; ! ]
༄.° ┆ [ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: Quite literally reposting this because I am one stubborn motherfucker. I will NOT let this sit at the bottom after spending entire days worth of motivation on it 🤠🔫. ]
【 青山優雅 — 𝗬𝗨𝗚𝗔 𝗔𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
One of the most dramatic out of the bunch, no matter the context. It happened while Yuga was trying to point and shoot at you with his navel laser, and you kept ducking and hiding behind nearby objects and obstacles along the way, trying to come up with some plan to stall him and get the upper hand in the situation. Though he was strong, there was still a limit to what he had... Or so you thought when Aoyama had finally ceased the careless shooting directed at you, and you even more carelessly thought that limit of his had peaked. So you did the only thing you could've thought of at that moment and immediately bolted, charging up your quirk, ready to stick up a brawl as you stood up and out of your hiding spot. But right as you were about to hit- Twoooohh !
➼ Well, Yuga had won but at the cost of your suit. After realisation settles that his laser had hit you, and thankfully not injured you but yes practically destroyed a part of your costume, panic settles. Aoyama's signature purple colour travels to his face, and in a second, he's bolting towards you.
➼ "The terror, mademoiselle! I am terribly sorry for this predicament!" Yuga's trying his best to act the most nonchalant about the accident, but his body is trembling with panic as he rolls you up in his purple cape, very carefully averting his gaze as he does so. Very respectful.
➼ As stated before, Aoyama tries to act unbothered by the state of your accidental undress, but he's very bluntly avoiding looking you in the eye. You two are walking back towards the exit of the arena while you were tightly wrapped in the sparkly piece of fabric he had given you. And while Yuga has a very confident stride to him — hands in his hips and gaze forward with his usual grin — he's trembling and spitting apology after apology.
➼ "Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle! I'll pay for the repairs to your costume, je vous promets!"
"It's fine Yuga, really. I'll just stitch this back together."
"Nonsense! I'll provide the money for the renovations!"
【 芦戸三奈 — 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔 𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗗𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Doesn't matter who it is or who they are, the second someone's having trouble, Mina's there to lend a hand, a smile and a joke. That includes helping someone with outfit breakdown difficulties. It also happened kind of suddenly- While you two were focused on your hand to hand combat, Ashido had enough mind to tell she was almost losing to you, so like it was one of the most brilliant plans ever, she splattered a bit of acidic paste from her arm at you, meant to make you step back as she expected it to just hit the floor. It would've worked if Mina hadn't miscalculated your reaction time, and the acid luckily didn't hit any skin, but it did hit the fabric of your costume.
➼ Mina's reaction time to the newest problem thrown at her was slow. But after a second of staring, it seemed to click in her brain that she had just ruined her partner's costume as her black eyes go wide.
➼ "Oop- Don't let 'em escape now, hun." Mina lights up the mood with a lighthearted joke and a smile, though she quickly runs close to you to wrap her short brown jacket around the ripped part of the suit, which you thanked her for and she dismissed the thankfulness with a quick thumbs up.
➼ Maybe it's not enough cover-up or maybe it is, but nevertheless, Ashido places you behind her as you both walk back to the arena's exit; respectfully intending to hide you away from the rest of the class' view.
➼ "Sorry about that again, girl! Aizawa-sensei's letting us go to the dorms for a clothes grab for sure, though! No worries!" An apologetic smile on Mina's face as she spares looks at you with a slight twist of her head to look back.
"It's all good, don't worry about it too much, Mina!"
"I'm still sorry though! That costume was so pretty..."
【 蛙吹梅雨 — 𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗬𝗨 𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Nonchalant 5000. Tsuyu handles the situation efficiently and respectfully, as if it's a normal occurrence to her, and being part of the hero course... Well it was, technically. The dreaded tear happened when Asui had wrapped her tongue around your torso amidst your run-for-it, and thrown you against one of the metal prop walls of the training grounds. It was a move just to throw you off and keep you at bay, but that idea changed when your body made impact with a wall and the fabric of your suit got stuck on a loose iron nail, only barely missing your actual skin.
➼ Though left with no injury, Tsuyu quickly took notice of the giant tear on your costume. "_____, be careful. Your suit has a tear." She told you almost immediately as you were about to get up from the floor, hopping over to you and helping on trying to tug the ripped pieces in place. Asui handles the situation maturely and respectfully enough to not even comment much about it, though still very apologetic as it was her fault.
➼ It really wasn't enough to cover your now unprotected skin, so Tsuyu took care of your rising anxiety, calmly telling you to not panic and to stay close behind her to keep you out of others' viewing eyes as you hugged your body close, both of you walking off with your opponent being the final winner (AT WHAT COST?).
➼ "I'm really sorry about your costume, _____. I didn't think that would've happened."
"It's really fine, Tsu! It wasn't your fault!"
"Still a serious mistake, though. We'll get you a shirt as soon as we get back."
【 飯田天哉 — 𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗬𝗔 𝗜𝗜𝗗𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Immediate panic hidden behind a false sense of control over the situation. Iida was much quicker to set off 30 different alarms in his head when he saw your state than to actually assess the situation. It happened when he was trying to land a blow that'd send you tumbling only a few feet away from your spot, his arm connecting with your stomach before you were flying and and spinning across the concrete floor. Either a metal piece of Tenya's costume got stuck on the fabric of your suit or the concrete had rasped too much against it instead, when you tried sitting up from the floor, Iida was bolting to stop you at high-speed.
➼ "_____! Do not get up! Your costume's torso has a huge tear starting from the shoulder to the hip!" He sounded more like a warning alarm than a partner worried for you as he yelled, even though you clearly knew it the latter, and it was just Tenya's panic screaming. Though you were still very thankful for the specifics of the warning, quickly gathering up the material to wrap around you at your best of abilities.
➼ Iida was also thankful you had listened to him, quickly crouching down to where you were slouched and cautiously helping you get up from the floor with the wariness of making a wrong move, an arm wrapped around your torso. You two successfully swiftly rose from the ground without a risk, and Tenya kept his arm around you, although at an angle more than awkward.
➼ Tenya was more than relieved his helmet was hiding his face, because his cheeks were a furious shade of red at the absurdity of the situation.
➼ Still, Iida's as respectful as can be even when extremely nervous, and extremely remorseful about what happened. Well, extremely is an understatement... Unfortunately, he was talking a mile an hour trying to apologise as you both walked back.
Another one that gets extremely nervous, but immediately jumps in to help when she sees the gravity of the situation... Uraraka took care of the situation with an obvious shaky laugh, though still happy to help! Nobody could've seen it coming with the way Ochaco's hand wires shot up at you, and with an unfortunate twist of fate, you tried to twist out of the tiny claws' way, only for a few of them to get stuck in the material of your suit and Uraraka retracting the wires without knowing what was happening, and suddenly, a noisy "riiiiip~" was the only thing that could be heard between you too.
➼ Ochaco's first reaction is panic, and then immediate guilt as she starts spitting apologies. "I didn't mean to do that! I'm so, so, so sorry, _____! Are you okay?!"
➼ Physical well-being goes checked first, then the costume's unfortunate wound goes acknowledged, finally. "Oh my God, _____! Your suit! I ripped it!" She's glad she didn't hurt you, but Ochaco still feels entirely too bad for giving your costume new tears to look into as she tries fixing up the material as best as she could.
➼ "This isn't really going anywhere..." A short, awkward laugh rips away from Uraraka's throat before she could stop it, giving up trying to pull the ruined pieces together. Even if you told her it was just fine, Uraraka still insisted on keeping her arms up in your torso along with your own arms to try and cover the huge tear. It was a super awkward and weirdly angled walk back, but you appreciated it.
➼ "I'm sorry for that, _____...! I wouldn't have done it if I knew something like this would happen!"
"It's fine, Ochaco! I'll grab a shirt from the dorms right away."
"... Guess I'll... Have to make the grapplers fabric proof next time...?" Ochaco tried to lift up the mood with a soft little joke and a quirky but nervous smile. You let out a laugh right back.
【 尾白猿夫 — 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗔𝗢 𝗢𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
You've got no idea how it happened. First you were being thrown across the arena field by Ojirou's tail, then when had gotten up to throw a few punches of your yours, you could feel cold and non-alleviating cold hitting your entire torso. A rip happened, and none of you had noticed it at first. Poor you, of course! But poor Ojirou who immediately averted his gaze away as soon as he noticed- Turning around at near light speed.
➼ "Uhm, _____! I think something of yours might've ripped..." You could hear Mashirao's nervous tone from kilometres away. You were internally proud of him for respectfully looking away as you tried fixing up your costume. Nothing worked. And Ojirou was mortified when he finally spoke up again to ask if he was allowed to turn back again only for you to say you couldn't fix it.
➼ Don't get me wrong, the least of all things Ojirou is is a pervert- I mean, just look at him working with Hagakure! But it's kind of hard to not look when the person in front of him clearly wasn't invisible.
➼ Still, Mashirao is polite. Trying to keep things professional as if he isn't vibrating with nerves. He hides the large gash with his tail right in front of you, and you hold it to your chest like Denki usually does with him.
➼ "I'm really sorry about that... I don't even really know how it happened. Just- Uhm, I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's fine, Oji! Nothing to be worked up for."
"Well... It was about time heroes started adopting the ripped jeans trend... Only it was, you know, your shirt- I should just stop talking, shouldn't I?"
【 上鳴電気 — 𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
What can I possibly say about this man? It surely won't be the first time Kaminari shoots a suggestive comment your way, and as long as you don't graduate, it won't be the last. Unfortunately. The handling of the situation from him is quite immaturely handled, but Denki helps you nevertheless. You knew between the two of you that electricity could actually end up ruining clothes? Especially when they weren't even prepared for that amount of raw power!
➼ "Kaminari." "... Yeah?" "Denki Kaminari." "It wasn't intentional! I promise!" And fortunately, he's right. The accidental undress wasn't part of his plan on trying to defeat you — but Denki would be lying if he said he wasn't proud of it.
➼ Unlike our Respectful Kings™, Kaminari behaves like a little shit about it. Throwing in a half assed "so sorry about that!" before staring at your clear annoyed face and the poor attempt to cover yourself back.
➼ Though, after you scream at Denki to get back there to help you — he actually does. Taking off his black jacket with a huge smirk, walking close to you to throw the fabric over your frame, zipping it back up. You were thankful for Kaminari's compassion... But still extremely annoyed at him.
➼ "You know..." Denki suspiciously begins as you two walk back side by side. "As a reward for being so nice, you should totally give me a thank you kiss."
"Dream on, Kaminari."
"Mean!"
【 切島鋭児郎 — 𝗘𝗜𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Oohhh... We're talking about Eijirou Kirishima here. The second his quirk made his fingers just a little too sharp and the solid almost rock-like limb made contact with your torso, ripping your shirt in the process — Kirishima was immediately at your side. He isn't embarrassed about it, obviously very apologetic towards what he did, and still being respectful but still worrying over your well-being and your own dignity before his own.
➼ "Ah, I'm so sorry about that, _____! I didn't mean to tear your suit!" Eijirou apologises, kneeling close to you on the ground with knitted eyebrows and hands hovering above your torso trying to pick the ripped parts back together.
➼ It went all in vain, as expected, so Kirishima did the only thing he could think of: getting up from the floor and quickly undoing the belt that kept the cape around his waist in place — giving the deep red fabric to you to wrap around yourself.
➼ Kirishima has to grip his own pants up, as his belt came with the part of his cape- But that doesn't matter; it's your comfort before his.
➼ "Sorry it isn't much! Should be enough to cover you up though." He gives you a thumbs up, holding his pants higher with a hand as well as giving you an apologetic smile. You naturally smile back, giving Eijirou a thumbs up back.
"It's more than enough, Eiji! Thank you so much for that!"
"Of course! It's the manly thing to do!"
【 口田甲司 — 𝗞𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗞𝗢𝗗𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Oh, Gods bless poor Koda... Even with the rare amount of confidence he managed to gain during his time at UA, that doesn't stop him from immediately turning into a mess of panic and shame when the situation is finally processed. One second he was sending a mob of birds to keep you in place, and in another, Koji got immediately mortified when one of the birds had accidentally ripped your suit while flying around you.
➼ "OH, I'M SO SORRY-!!" You don't even register it, looking back at Koda to see he's already turned around, wide back to you and looking like he's shivering as you take your time to actually understand the circumstance.
➼ He's respectful... Of course he respects you, as he does with everyone, but you can tell Koji is definitely turned around more out of shame and guilt of what happened. Even when you approach him to tell him it was okay, that it was just an accident. He avoids looking directly at you at ALL COSTS. But still talks to you and keeps apologising, especially when neither of you don't have anything to help you cover up. And although Koda could be buried in a hole right now, he couldn't leave you like that-!
➼ Ever so shyly, Koji told you you could get behind him, and assured you he'd get your back a shirt from the dorms- Or from Momo- Or you can go fetch it yourself- He wouldn't follow you if you wanted! He was rambling at that point! You two couldn't exactly keep your distance as you walked, so all the way back from the arena, Koji kept fidgeting out of embarrassment.
➼ "I am- SO sorry about what they did to you- To your costume... I didn't want that to happen-"
"I know it was out of your control, Koji, it's fine!"
"It really isn't! I'm sorry!"
【 砂藤力道 — 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Oh man, how could that possibly have happened? You can probably blame the hundreds of debatably treacherous things placed around in the training grounds. But it was partially Sato's fault when he decided to throw you against the wall- Only barely missing the concrete wall as you were sent flying against a window instead. And Rikido would absolutely be freaking out over your costume, don't get me wrong, but at that point he was freaking out about the injuries you might've gotten. Only when he ran to you to check over the damage caused did he notice you trying to pull the fabric of your costume together- He was already backing away at least 10 feet.
➼ "Dang-! I'm so sorry about that!" Sato was quick to back away as soon as he saw your state. Turning his back to you as soon as he was a respectful amount of length away, nervously rubbing at his neck... Well, Rikido was pretty awkward past that point, but guilt soon started pooling at his head when he realised he had done that.
➼ He wouldn't exactly freak out, but Sato certainly wouldn't be all too calm by it- Exactly like Mashirao. He'd ask from the several feet away if you needed help where you were standing, and when you said you couldn't exactly fix the suit back in place, Rikido gave up those understandable feelings of shame and guilt and actually went on his way to help you.
➼ Rikido wanted to help you, sure, but he's also pretty unsure what to do... Would approaching you be appropriate? Would he leave you be and be mean? He didn't even have anything he could help cover you with! At the end of the day, Sato just asked you if he could help in any way, in which you asked if you could walk behind him... Of course he'd say yes!
➼ "I'm, uhh, sorry about the suit thing. I'll bring it over to the development studio myself, if you want."
"No need for that, Riki! Thank you, though."
"Pay you back with apology daifuku, then?" He gave you a nervous smile, and you laughed, nodding cheerfully.
【 障子目蔵 — 𝗠𝗘𝗭𝗢 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗝𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Owns the Respectful Kings™ badge. It was no joke that Mezo Shoji was crazy strong. Sometimes so strong, it really got you wondering how can this mountain of a boy sometimes act so shy? That you learned when the two of you were stuck in a sparring battle at the top of a building- Only one misstep had sent you almost falling off a particularly slippery metal tube you were trying to balance on while simultaneously fighting with Shoji, the class giant. Fortunately enough, this giant was probably the kindest person you'll ever meet- Immediately jumping closer to you, right on time to grip you before you fell at least a couple feet onto the ground-! But, curse him and your flimsy outfit, Mezo grabbed the front of your suit, which you immediately heard the fabric of tearing in his iron grip. Luckily, one of his arms already had branched out to cushion your fall from the back.
➼ "Oh- I am so unbelievably sorry-!" His strained, trying-to-remain-calm voice spoke up, the wide eyes above his mask, almost hidden by his silver hair, immediately darting away fully from you as Shoji brought you back to your feet.
➼ Oh, he wasn't expecting that- Not at all. But Mezo remained calm nevertheless, looking away as you did your own thing, trying to fix up the issue at hand as Shoji kept continuously apologising for what he did- Over and over. He wasn't looking for even a single fraction of a second unless you gave him your okay to turn around, but... Even after several minutes, he could still here the fabric rustling and your frustrated sighs.
➼ When you told him you couldn't get the suit's pieces back in place, guilt began overtaking Mezo completely- But when you asked him to cover you up until you reached back, he didn't hesitate a single second. Even when you thought that Shoji was just gonna, oh, I don't know! Simply cover your front with one of his webbed arms? Expectations escalated from the floor to the top of Mt. Lady's head- Yelping loud when Shoji grabbed you and helped you onto his back, cocooning you in the inside of his arms crossed at his back. You weren't complaining... It was unbelievably warm there.
➼ "We can ask Yaoyorozu if she can make you a shirt as soon as we get back."
"Thank you so much, Mezo-! Especially for the free piggyback ride."
"It's no problem, _____." Sorry for what I did to your costume, though."
【 耳郎響香 — 𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗞𝗔 𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Getting paired up with Momo plenty of times should've already been enough of a lesson for Kyoka that these kinds of things happen often... Though, her nervous nature is never properly tucked away when such happens. That's how embarrassed she was for you and for herself when you accidentally pulled a rip out of your suit during training, out of all the people, with Jirou...
➼ "AGH, _____! YOUR-! YOUR COSTUME!" Kyoka was shaking from embarrassment, looking around to look for ANYONE who might be watching but mostly to just avoid looking at you like a pervert. She's running up to you in a second while also trying to avert her gaze, already midway taking her jacket off to cover you.
➼ "Take this!" Jirou practically threw the fabric at your head. You just stood there. "Uhm, Jirou, you don't need t-" "JUST TAKE IT!!!" And take it you did. Slipping on the black fabric and zipping it up, and when you turned to thank Kyoka gratefully, she was... Just staring at you... Extremely tensefully.
➼ Not the best at hiding the fact she's getting bashful from seeing you at such a state. But at least Jirou has a mind to immediately jump to help when these kinds of things happen... As seen with Yaomomo.
➼ She's so anxiously quiet, you're the one to speak up first. "Hey, Jirou...? Are you okay?"
"Huh?! Oh uhm, yes, I'm okay!... Oh wait... are you okay?..."
【 瀬呂範太 — 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Sero isn't entirely sure what he should be doing... But he's trying. He really is. Even though wrapping someone in tape when they rip their clothes isn't an exactly smart idea, it sure is a thoughtful one! From the moment your suit had accidentally ripped from a nasty fall you had fortunately not gotten injured for, Hanta had unfortunately noticed when he was swinging himself right above you. And between trying to keep his cool and getting uncharacteristically nervous, he was attempting to balance both.
➼ "Uhm- Hey, _____, dude.. I think your costume just accidentally ripped-" He played it off as cool. Looking away with the nerves of someone who's just seen another person doing something they shouldn't. Truthfully, Hanta was everything but chill about the situation; if you looked closely, you could see the awkward amount of nervous sweat dripping off his forehead.
➼ Still, Sero respectfully looks away like the sky and the floor are much more interesting things to look at than you trying to fix your suit several feet away from him. Mind you he is ONLY turning around when you actually tell him he can. Many minutes have gone by with Hanta still staring off, until you tell him your work to patch things back up is being futile...
➼ And then Sero's even more nervous when you ask for his help to cover up. Looking around like a madman trying to figure out how the hell he could help you when his eyes lock onto his elbows from his peripheral vision. "Oh, uhm! _____! I think I have a solution!"
➼ "It's not too uncomfortable, is it?" Hanta worried over you, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he looked at you. Well, tape isn't necessarily the most comfortable item of clothing, but it helped when it was just to cover you up.
"Nope! Thank you so much for this, Hanta."
"Of course! It's... Literally the only thing I could do for you."
【 常闇踏陰 — 𝗙𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
A thing you hadn't taken into notice before the battle started, is how sharp Dark Shadow's claws actually were. Nor you nor Tokoyami did actually take this into account, until the tragic happened. The quirk's claw was quick to grasp at your suit as you did a grand show of trying to pull back from the close range combat scene mid-air. Though that backfired when you audibly heard your suit rip- And a big chunk of material was seen in the poor shadow's hand, who was looking down at it dumbfounded. Fumikage was only so late to notice what had happened.
➼ "Oh, damn-" "DARK SHADOW! PUT THAT DOWN THIS INSTANT!" Tokoyami's usually hushed voice yelled at his quirk, and Dark Shadow immediately complied like the fabric in his claw suddenly became as hot as burning fire. "It wasn't my fault! The material's just shoddy!"
➼ Although rarely ever bothered, Tokoyami was quick to jump into action in this situation. Immediately running up to you with the shadow flying curiously behind him, undoing his deep black cape midway through his stride to cover you up in it. Tokoyami is all but proud of Dark Shadow's actions, sputtering apologies for the quirk and quickly looking away as he extended you his cape.
➼ He doesn't show it. He's too busy trying to desperately keep up his blasé, but Fumikage is more than burning up seeing you like that. And he's shooting a very heated warning glare at Dark Shadow just hovering behind him, a knowing smirk in his pitch black face.
➼ "I'm sorry... About him. While my control over Dark Shadow is strong, he still has yet to learn."
"It's really fine, Fumikage! Just a minor issue."
"If you were that sorry, you wouldn't be so red under the feathers-" "DARK SHADOW! "
【 轟焦凍 — 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗜 】 ༉‧₊˚.
So this is the way you learn your suit is not, in fact, fire proof. With the way Todoroki's flames burned too bright near you, you almost thought that burning you up was his intention, but not at all. Shoto simply just wanted to strategize a way to make you forcefully back off, but a simple miscalculation led to him accidentally fire punching you in the torso- Not only sending you flying, but successfully setting a part of your suit ablaze. Shoto was the first to notice when he retreated his hand back from the punch, calm washing away quickly with mild surprise and concern as he marched towards you quickly.
➼ "_____. Be careful. I might've accidentally burned your suit." He was kneeling close to you in a second, examining the damage done, even going as far as taking one of the metal canisters from his belt to check injuries... all too unbothered with the sight before him. Todoroki keeps things eerily professional...
➼ You actually have to point out to him you're showing skin for Shoto to process the supposed vulgarity of the situation. Still, he doesn't seem bothered by it when he tells you it's no problem to him, tone stale and face never giving away any embarrassment. Still, Todoroki apologises for the damage done, gently guiding you behind him for public protection.
➼ You'd think he'd be at least a little shy about it, but no- Things are honest are straight with him, and while you clearly respected that, it was a pain in the ass to not get some sort of reaction out of Shoto. He's seen too much stuff during his time at UA.
➼ But even so... "I'll pay for the repairs to your suit. Sorry again, I didn't mean to make that happen."
"Ah-! It's fine, Shoto... You don't gotta."
"I want to, though."
【 葉隠透 — 𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗘 】 ༉‧₊˚.
Well, isn't this situation ironic... In a way that was most likely superstitious, your suit ripped while at the very presence of Hagakure. Who was the girl that fought... Well, naked. Maybe you had scraped against a wall when you two were battling, or the floor- Or any objects left loose on the floor during your classmates past fights. But whatever bad scrape had Toru yelling "_____! Your suit ripped!" amidst the fight must have been horrible.
➼ Hagakure's actually really calm about it, though she shows herself worried for your well being beyond the scrape on your suit. With a soft "Don't worry! Happens to the best of us!" Toru was quick to assure you, her visible gloves and boots running up to you quickly.
➼ She's most likely one of the best one to trust out of all of these... Even if it doesn't serve much help the way Hagakure quickly helped you get up, examining the damage done. She couldn't do much about it, unfortunately... And although Toru was invisible, you weren't. So, she gave you her gloves to cover whatever part you needed to cover most!
➼ "That should do for now! Sorry we can't get you any proper clothes till we get back!" You were quick to assure her it was fine, so she happily nodded (though, you couldn't even exactly see that...), and both walked.
➼ "These things are always happening to us! It's part of living dangerously!"
"Can't really talk for yourself, can you, though?" You joked.
"Well..."
【 爆豪勝己 — 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢 】 ༉‧₊˚.
You'd know Bakugo to be someone ferocious, confident, putting up this tough guy act up all the time. But not when, during a training sparring battle between the two of you, the sparks of Katsuki's explosion set off a bit too close for comfort when you threw yourself at him, aiming for your torso. And normally, you take it just fine! But your suit, apparently not-explosion-proof... ripped. During the battle. Gods help this boy as well, because Bakugo cannot handle seeing inches of your skin without acting like an offended Victorian woman.
➼ "YOUR SUIT!!! DUMBASS, YOU RIPPED YOUR SUIT!" "I ripped it?! You exploded it!" "YOU THREW YOURSELF AT ME!!" He's defending himself from what's supposed to be the fruit of his actions, like he's in a courtroom about to go to jail. Several feet away, back half turned to you as Bakugo backs away like a cornered raccoon.
➼ Nevertheless, Katsuki isn't a complete asshole about it. When he silently analyses the damage done, he begrudgingly marches over to where you stand- Stomping down while grumbling under his breath. In a rare act of compassion, Bakugo helps!
➼ He doesn't have much of anything he can help you cover up with- Katsuki even tried looking down at his suit to see if he did have something on him. Nothing. So with a irritated huff, he tells you to "Just get behind me and don't step a single inch away, idiot."
➼ "..." Surprisingly, Bakugo's uncharacteristically quiet as you walk close behind him.
"You know... You owe me-"
"THE HELL I DO! MAKE YOUR SUIT EXPLOSION PROOF NEXT TIME!"
【 緑谷出久 — 𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗞𝗨 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗬𝗔 】 ༉‧₊˚.
He's nervous, he's helplessly trying to help, he's trying to keep respecting you all at once- You know it. When it comes to battling villains, Izuku Midoriya is fearless, but when he accidentally puts a little too much force on the wind pressure of his attack, and it wasted no time sending you flying back towards a stone building. What you thought would be a simple attack and get up, shifted to be win for Midoriya as he quickly averted his reddened gaze the minute you got up from the floor. Apparently, that attack along with the wall break was enough to leave a gap in your costume.
➼ His confidence goes down the drain once you rise up, face immediate red because Izuku wasn't prepared for that at all. Of course, he tears his eyes away IMMEDIATELY out of respect for you, but that doesn't stop Midoriya from fumbling.
➼ "_-_____! Y-YOUR S-S-SUIT! BE- BE CAREFUL!" Izuku's warning you loud and clear enough for you to wear across the arena, and you're entirely grateful you see Midoriya looking away as you compose yourself. Or try to...
➼ The minute Midoriya deems safe to approach you, he's running over in less than a second, face still completely flushed like a cherry. "I am SO sorry for that, _____, just know I didn't mean for air force to go that far-" Even when you tell him it's okay, he'll still be apologising a few more hundred times for it.
➼ Like a gentleman, Izuku keeps you close behind him, still stuttering and apologising despite you keeping on telling him it wasn't entirely his fault.
➼ "Again, I'm so sorry! I'll pay for the damage of the suit! I'm really sorry!"
"It's really fine, Izuku-"
"NO, IT ISN'T!! I'M SORRY!"
【 八百万百 — 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗢 𝗬𝗔𝗢𝗬𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗭𝗨 】 ༉‧₊˚.
This type of stuff happens to Momo Yaoyorozu at a point it's not even that embarrassing anymore... But if it happens to someone else? Instant jump to action! It happened as you'd expect it to happen... A close range combat wasn't something you'd do with Yaoyorozu, since she has the clear ability to create anything at all times from every single part of her body. And you clearly could see how one of those metal poles Momo usually creates from her arms suddenly manifested- Luckily only barely giving a nasty hit to your stomach, but scaring you back as you hit the floor and grazing your hero suit enough to get a large tear out of it.
➼ The second you were about to get up from the floor, Momo's already running over to you with the worry of a hen. "_____, are you okay?! Oh, your outfit-!" But then her worry falters only for a moment as she crouches near you, not even sporting a single embarrassed look on her face as she examines the damage done.
➼ In a heartbeat, you see that glittery substance appear on Yaoyorozu's body, a piece of fabric falling from the exposed skin at the middle of her torso. Momo made you a shirt!
➼ It's already happened to Momo before, and she's glad she has friends that she can count on whenever that happens, so you can count on her too!
➼ But before you can even blink or say thank you, Yaoyorozu is already throwing yourself to help you once again, assisting you to get up from the floor while asking for the upcoming cost for a fix-up to your costume.
➼ "A common and simple tear doesn't usually cost much to stitch back together, but whatever the price, I'll gladly pay for it."
"You really don't need to do anything, Yaomomo- I'll stitch it myself, thank you, though."
"Oh, come on, don't talk silly! I'll pay for it. Tell me the price."
Izuku and Iida would SO talk you through it, even if Iida’s taller and larger than you
DAMN STRAIGHT! and iida would totally be the type to whimper softly and breathlessly in your ear before clearing his throat and praising you, huffing as he pushes his sweaty glasses frame back up his nose-- the powerful thrust never ceasing to hit your cervix.
like you KNOW beefy tenya wouldn't even know how wet you get when his bulky bicep wraps around your neck in a headlock...he would just moan into your ear "doing so good my star...taking it so well..t-thank you for trusting me with- mph- this.." while fucking you like he hates you
but izuku?? he KNOWS he's ruining you. I hate the sterotype where izuku is a gentle premavirgin little subby boy. um...are we thinking of the same deku? this man would use blackwhip to bind your arms behind your back while he fucks up into you, occasionally bending over so his toned chest was against your back coated in a thin film of sweat. he'd whimper into your ear just to make you hear it and react just how he likes it. and the teasing praise?? it makes you even wetter if that was possible. "yeah baby...you're taking it- nghh- s-so well..I'm so goddamn deep in you.. s' so deep- I know..I know pretty baby-- just a little more..cmon'"
and what they'd BOTH do?? MUTLIPLE ROUNDS!! SAY IT WITH ME!! these two need four to five rounds every time, not only because of their heightened stamina due to their quirks, but because they just kept getting harder as they watched your fucked out and dumb expression. iida would plead and thank you profusely while his tip abused your deepest part repeatedly, while izuku would just pant in your ear and tell you how badly he needed you again, now beautiful you were...how badly he needed to come deep inside you. and you reallyyyy couldn't xay no to that face could you? not when he had you in his muscular and big arms with his skilled hips pistoning deep inside you, especially not when his bicep was applying the slightest amount of pressure on your nck to the point you felt he wasn't gonna pull out...
izuku and tenya are the KINGS at talking you through it, praising and teasing you far past your brink of stimulation and onward. but lets be honest, would you even TRY to stop either of them?
Bakugou: You're talking about me in Morse code. Well you know what? The joke's on you because I know Morse code. Ha!
Y/N: ...Yes, that's what we're doing. In our very limited free time, I interrupted our usual training regime and taught Shinsou a very outmoded and very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you.
Back again! (I'm so sorry for blowing up your asks, I just have a lot of ideas and I love your writing style sm 😭)
How would Class 1-A + the staff react to Bakugo's older sister visiting the school for a day? They're both carbon copies of their mom, except she's a little more calm than her baby brother (shocker I know), and it's a moment of "wait... THERE'S TWO OF THEM???" for the people who know him lol
Being Katsuki Bakugo’s older, almost carbon copy sister, visiting UA
Platonic
Reader is a girl who’s over 16
Tw! Cussing, sibling bullying for Katsuki
Class 1-A
Stunned into a rare silence, everyone.
Katsuki turned a bright red when you walked into the room out of embarrassment
He knew exactly what was going to happen
Then the chaos started
Izuku is the only one who knows about you and absolutely adores you, he sees you as his big sister
Other than that, we have three categories of people in the class
1. Screamers which is a majority of the class
These are the people that volume control doesn’t exist anymore. They destroyed it with how loud they are
They’re just struggling to grasp what is going on
2. The interviewers which is more of the mature people in the class like the girls and Shoto (“are you and Katsuki actually related or did they find him at a pet store?”)
3. The people who act uninterested or too nervous to ask you questions, you know who these people are
They do stare at you and just hope that someone asks a question that they have already
UA staff
Aizawa wants to fucking jump
He thought you were going to be exactly like your brother and mother, but to his relief, you were calm and down to earth compared to them
He might ask you to sub for his class when he’s too tired to take on the chaos of class 1-A
Present Mic finds the whole situation fucking funny
He makes fun of your brother relentlessly for having such a calm and sweet sister
Nezu is definitely the one who let you in for the chaos purposes
Nezu might actually invite you to work at UA 😭
Dead silent. The class just stared at you, including Mr. Aizawa who looked like he was about to throw himself and everyone out the window too.
Katsuki was the first one to break the silence.
“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE?!”
You gave your baby brother a blank, almost amused expression. You clearly weren’t affected by him yelling at you. It was the norm.
“Because I wanted to.”
That answer seemed to make Katsuki even more agitated by your presence as the others watched the interaction
“THATS NOT A DAMN REASON!”
Katsuki was going to storm up to you and “teach you a lesson” (you’d beat his ass, big sister), but Izuku cut him off immediately by waving at you.
“Hi kacchan’s older sister!”
Your face broke out into a sweet smile as if you weren’t messing with your brother. It was the same smile one would give a cheerful baby or a cute hamster.
“Hi Izuku!”
Mr. Aizawa slammed his head on his desk as the classroom burst with sounds from almost everyone.
Most of the class surrounded you, asking questions. Some of them were tame, others were..
“Why does Bakugo’s baby pictures look like that?”
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT ME, ICYHOT?!”
“Yeah, he never photographed well. He still doesn’t.”
Katsuki was going to charge at you for that comment, but you stopped him by squeezing his face in one hand, still talking to his classmates.
The class hosts a ‘Hear Me Out Cake’ party for fun in the common room, and you happen to bring along a photo of their face. Platonic/Romantic short fic reactions.
Warnings: None, Katsuki, Shindo, and Monoma are mean, duh.
Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Tenya Iida, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Neito Monoma, and Yo Shindo.
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✧Izuku Midoriya had done a bit of research into what the others were bringing, what was and wasn't socially acceptable, and had tried to pick something middle-of-the-road and recognizable; hopefully not something he’d get made fun of for, but also something the others would find interesting.
Unfortunately for him, Bakugou had plenty to make fun of him for anyways about it, and blasted him for his ‘loser tastes'. You cringed away and waited a bit, letting a few classmates go before you for him to recover before placing your cutout down nervously.
“Tch. As if anyone’s hearing that out. Grow up, you stupid extras,” Bakugou mocked, knocking a chair over as he left upon seeing Deku’s face. The freckled boy just started at the cake.
“Holy whoah!” he breathed, face red, clearly unable to think of anything else to say. His mind was racing through scenarios at the speed of light. If it was a joke, then he shouldn't make a fool of himself by saying too much. If it wasn’t a joke though, would he loose his chance? What if- crap, he needed to say something, and fast, or he would lose it!
“Oh, uh, good one! I guess I should have done one of you then, huh? That would've been real funny if we both did it!” He said sheepishly with a smile, still unsure of if it was real or not, eyeing his own face on the cake.
✧Katsuki Bakugou didn't bother bringing a cutout, but showed up anyways at the insistence of Denki and Mina. -but now, he eyed the cake like he was about to murder it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, you dumbass? Who on Earth confesses like that?”
Many students had stepped back by now, only you, Izuku, Kirishima, and him still unfaltering in the potential blast radius.
Before you could even register his words, a second later he had you grabbed by the wrist and pinned against the door around the bend of the hallway away from prying eyes. Judging by their reactions, half your classmates thought you were off to do something naughty for your boldness, and the other half must have thought he was about to quite literally destroy you for your stupidity. Honestly, you weren't quite too sure yourself.
His quirk rippled through his fingers, his annoyed face inches away from you. “I'm going to give you one chance to come clean and tell me why the hell you pulled that stunt before I explode you to smithereens. Get talking you bastard!”
✧Tenya Iida had no idea of what a 'hesr me out Cake' was before the party, so after looking it up, refused to make a contribution, believing that the idea was objectifying to women. He sat out but still attended the event, knowing social gatherings were important for young adults. Besides, as class representative, he had to make sure no one put anything too crazy on a U.A. class cake.
He was too busy examining the punch bowl for signs of tamperment (really, what were his classmates thinking, leaving such a thing unattended?) to notice you leaving his photo, but he was not oblivious to the many pairs of eyes that quickly turned to him after you did so.
“What? I was just making sure-” he stopped short upon seeing the scene play out, and furrowed his brow in confusion.
“Is this some sort of a joke?” he said in that no-nonsense voice he had, but there was something unreadable below it. After all this time of getting to know him though, you knew he wouldn't really be mad over a joke… not unless he actually liked you back.
Why him though? He wondered. Surely if it were a joke, putting someone like Bakugou or Mineta or Denki would get more of a rise out of them. Maybe you just wanted a neutral target that wouldn't make too big of a deal about it.
“Well, in any case, I'm glad you believe I'm a prime example to look up to. We all need to be more-”
"Get a room, class rep!" Midnight, the volunteer chaperone, snapped, pulling down her sleeve and threatening to put him to sleep.
“That's highly-” the class groaned and cut off the rest of his speech. This was a party, after all. If he wasn't going to sweep you off your feet or do something exciting, they were past it.
✧Eijiro Kirishima had gone to Denki for some help (maybe not the best track record, but hey, he did know girls) on deciding who to put, and in the end he decided on a pro wrestler known for her unique fashion sense. After all, what's manlier(hotter) than being yourself?
So when you dropped a familiar scarred face on the cake, he paused a moment to take it in, eyes wide in surprise, then let out a sharky grin with a light blush. “That’s so manly(cute) (Y/N)! Do you really mean it?” Straight to business.
“Is it my rock-hard abs? Don't be shy!” He flexed his quirk, jutting rocky bits out of his skin to show-off.
Seeing your hesitant expression in front of the crowd, he opted instead for a fist bump. “Don't sweat it, man, we can circle back to this later! I don't mind.”
✧Denki Kaminari had spent hours narrowing down who he was going to put on the cake, sorting through his favorite tentacled creatures, characters, and other freaky beings he was sure would make many mouths drop. However, he wasn't remotely prepared for what you were bringing.
To say his brain short-circuited was an understatement. He had been very invested in what each of the 1-A class members were putting on the cake to try and find out what they were into, but for the most part had been pretty let down with how normal many of theirs had been. So, when he saw you drop your decorated toothpick on the cake, his head was on his hand in disinterest, barely registering his own selfie peering back at him, totally lost in nothingness. However, the longer he spaced out, the more like him it looked. The yellow hair. The smile. The streak. Oh wait- that was him!
A jolt ran through the crowd of students, and he accidentally shocked everyone in the vicinity with the startle of recognition. He couldn't even process what it fully meant, was it supposed to be a joke or genuine interest?
He beamed. “What a shocking twist reveal!” He sprang up with his hands in the air after the pun, as the others were recovering from the electrical current, and ran over to high-five you… or hug you, depending if it were a joke or not. Did this mean he finally bagged a hottie, or just found out you had a good sense of humor?
✧Tamaki Amajiki didn't even know where to begin. If he picked something crazy, the others would laugh at him. If he picked something stupid, they'd hate him. If he didn't go at all, they'd make a big deal out of it the next day. He miserably pressed his head against the wall and sighed.
He wanted to go home. The party had only started a few minutes ago, but it was already too loud with the music pouring out of the speakers. Neijire had made sure it ‘wasn't anything too wild’ for him, but still, maybe their definitions of ‘wild’ were vastly different.
He had some random character picked out that he had found online, recommended as a good, neutral answer for cakes like these. Sure, the class was only four people- but still, it didn't make it any better somehow! Hopefully, no one would say anything. Please.
His still sat in his pocket, wishing to be dead last, and as he made no move, he got his wish. He had drawn down his hood by now, but nervously watched every move of his classmates, wishing the music was just a bit quieter, or the room was a bit bigger (so he could hide), or that he were a kitten so he wouldn't have to go to social events….
So when you sat down your choice, the room seemed to go still for him in a moment of adrenaline, before everything becoming dizzingly back into focus.
“Unh?” he squeaked, unable to form a coherent thought anyone else would understand, not able to focus on anything but the anxious feelings bubbling under his surface. His eyebrows pressed together in concern, and ears tinged red.
After a second, he flinched back and covered his mouth, mortified at the noise he had just made. “Awh, no, I messed up again…” He flipped the hood all the way, so it covered everything but his quivering mouth.
In the darkness, he couldn't see the others, and it was a bit of a calming effect.
After a moment, Neijire came up to him and shook his chair. “Tamaki, that means they think you're hot! Isn't that great? Yahoo!”
Hot? Him? How could his lanky figure and grotesque animal features ever be anything other than weird and awful? It must be a sick joke. But why would his classmate do that to him? If it were a joke, Mirio would have been the best target. He'd probably laugh. Neijire seemed to think it was real, though. And if it were true, why couldn't it wait for a private moment? Maybe a tea party or something? No, that wasn't a thing anymore. Or a note maybe? If he wanted to confess to someone, it would be through a letter. Or maybe not. He'd probably just never tell them. Could he ever find love unless someone came up to him?
It was so brave that they had managed to say something though, even if by a gesture. “Oh, well, um, that’s nice of you… I guess…” he tapered off, his voice barely audible at the end. “T-thanks. It m-means a lot,” he choked out.
“Come on Tamaki, we’re all friends here. Now show us what you've got!” Togata reached for his pocket, but he swiped his cloak up, billowed and bunched up like a blanket covering him from head-to-toe.
“N-no, I don't think so,” he said, standing his ground and crumpling the toothpick in his strong hand.
"If you don't show us, I'll get (Y/N) to kiss you!” Neijire threatened.
“O-okay…” he said quietly, resigning himself with a blush, shutting his eyes.
✧Hitoshi Shinso had smirked to himself multiple times about his choice, planning on quietly sneaking his onto the cake and leaning back and watching the chaos unfold from a distance with a cocky smile only for himself.
What he had never anticipated, however, was that another classmate of his had a plan even more sly than his. When he saw what you had done, his own photo dropped to the ground with a small ‘tick’ noise as it hit the floor. Were you serious? He was incredulous. Should he be wary that it wasn't real, or grateful someone thought so highly of him? He wordlessly pointed at his chest and raised his eyebrows, and you nodded. “...me?” he questioned, as if the word was foreign to his mouth.
You nodded again.
“Ha! What a joke. As if anyone would like the guy with the villain quirk,” someone from the back of the class shouted, and you gave a dirty look, but couldn't see who had said the biased comment.
He just narrowed his eyes and shut down, looking away at the ground, wondering if he should leave.
Then, before he could stop himself, he had roped your sleeve with his capture weapon, which he always kept around his neck, and lightly tugged on you to follow him, to continue the conversation in private, away from the idiots who would say such things.
✧Neito Monoma was unapologetically himself, and although unusual, he was entirely confident in what he had picked for 1-B’s cake. Although some in the class had shot him looks of concern, he couldn't care less what they thought of him, and seemed more interested in straightening out his tie.
When you placed your photo, he was watching, but took a moment to swallow a bite of cake and tap the plate a couple of times in thought before putting it down and giving any sort of reaction. You couldn't tell if it was disgust or awe in his eyes. “Oh?” was all he said at first. He took another sip of his drink, and got up, walking straight up to you. “Got a little crush on your classmate, pet? I can't blame you though. All of U.A. should want a piece of this. Was it my flawlessly overpowered quirk, my ruggedly good looks, my-”
Kendo cut him off with her hand between the class and the two of you, pushing you out the door. “Alright, alright lovebirds, enough yapping and self-glazing. Go solve this yourselves.” She shut the door.
He took a step back and turned to look at you. “Well well, looks like it's just you and me,” he purred in delight, like a predator who just managed to corner prey. But- was that a bit of nervousness behind the overly extroverted mask he put on?
No, that couldn't be. He spoke like he was entirely confident you actually liked him. Of course he was. He was Neito Monoma, after all.
✧Bonus Yo Shindo had decided to go for the shock factor as well, not wanting to be outshone by his classmates. He was the one who had organized the party, after all, with the help of Tatami. As the day unraveled, he wasn't shy of making disgusted faces by the random outsiders who had had decided to show up to the party, but tried to stay respectful when it came to his classmates, only letting out a couple of laughs at their expense.
Finishing another round and getting another drink, he froze when he saw you had put his face on the cake. He frowned, eyes wide for a second, registering, then let out a wicked grin before going back to what he was doing. He undoubtedly would have to go and tease you for that later, try and drill the information out of you if it was real or fake. After all, he couldn't just stand around not knowing! But for the sake of the party, he let it go when you said nothing else to him that day. Oh, but he was going to make sure you never pulled another prank on him again, if it wasn't real. And if it was, he was going to have some fun playing with you...
