could I request yan izuku taking care of the reader after they injured themselves trying to escape from him but failed, and now they have to be dependent on him?
"It could've been worse, you know?" His voice is soft, gentle. Equally as soft as the way he cradles your foot, and slowly rubs soothing circles over the bandages around your ankle. "If it was up to me... you would've needed reconstructive surgery on this little bone."
Suddenly, the sprained ankle doesn't seem so bad. It hurts like hell, and you suspect he's been applying pressure on the wrong spots from time to time because it hasn't healed in weeks. You can barely function, falling from a second floor because you were foolish enough to think that you could escape his claws was entirely your fault. If you stayed put, if you listened, this wouldn't be happening. You wouldn't be forced to ask Izuku to carry you around the house because the mere action of setting your foot down and walking brought a sharp pain all the way from your little toes to the crown of your head, a cold sting that ran all over your spine until you were helpless and whimpering. Cursing yourself for being so stupid, for letting him catch you in the act. And you curse him, for not helping you enough. And for not putting you out of your misery.
He looks up at you, his green eyes finding yours, and he smiles, that freckled smile you have learned to hate. It's dark, and it's malicious, and it's his. Soft, green curls fall over his forehead, giving him the appearance of an innocent young man, but he's not, he's a demon with the face of a cherub. Without breaking eye contact, he presses a reverent kiss to your ankle, and smiles.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine in no time," He tries to be reassuring, or mocking. Maybe both. "Until then... I guess you're stuck needing me."
your sister is glowing. glowing w/ beautiful bridezilla energy. you’re sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by swatches and invitation samples when she drops it on you.
“as maid of honor,” she says dramatically, “you have to work with the event planner i just hired.”
you blink at her. “but you’re the bride.” “yes,” she says, completely unbothered. “and it’s tradition. now go figure out where she got lost she said she was near the venue.”
you sigh like this is the biggest inconvenience of your life, grab your phone, and head toward the garden venue down the street.
and that’s when you see him. he’s standing near the fountain, looking down at a clipboard, sunlight catching in messy green hair. freckles dusted across his cheeks. sleeves rolled up. tie slightly loosened. he looks soft and focused and stupidly handsome.
you slow down without meaning to.
okay. who is that.
you approach, trying to look official instead of stunned. “um… are you one of the groomsmen? the guys are over there.”
he looks up— and omg.
big green eyes. warm smile. polite, a little sheepish. EEK
“oh! no, i’m actually the event planner,” he says, adjusting the strap of his bag. “sorry if i’m in the wrong spot.”
you stare at him for a solid two seconds too long.
“you’re the event planner?”
“yes, ma’am.”
“we spoke to a woman on the phone.”
“sorry, that was my assistant,” he explains quickly. “she handles most of the calls.”
you blink.
because in your head the event planner was a middle-aged woman named diane with a clipboard and cute kitten heels.
not….not mr cutie with freckles and a soft voice and forearms that flex when he holds his folder.
not like green haired clark kent
you recover. barely.
“oh,” you say, trying to sound normal. “right. okay. that makes sense.”
he smiles again. sweet. professional. completely unaware that you are internally screaming.
“you must be the maid of honor,” he says gently. “your sister told me you’d be helping coordinate.”
you straighten a little.
“yeah,” you say, suddenly very cooperative. “yeah, i can… help.”
yeah sure sis. maybe i will do this favor for you. for the wedding. absolutely. for. the. wedding.
definitely not because the event planner is fine as fuck.
he flips through his notes, starts talking about table arrangements and lighting timelines, and you nod like you’re listening.
"Damn! This guy's literally the most handsome man alive!"
Your loud gasp and snarky comment catches MIDORIYA's attention, causing him to look at you with curious eyes. Of course his love toward you makes him feel a little irritated, he's never thought of himself as someone with amazing looks and you fonding over other men isn't really helping; but now that you've caught him starring, he's got no other choice but to show interest in the matter.
"Who? Let me see"
When you smile and ask him to come have a look, he's both reluctant and eager to see this "most handsome guy of all time"; so he gets very confused as he sits next to you and looks at the screen, only to see himself starring back at him in the camera.
"Huh? That's not the-"
Then he's met with your cheeky grin.
"Oh...!"
"And he's mine"
Even god can't stop the blush spreading over his cheeks and his big smile.
Summary: After keeping your feelings quiet for so long for the sake of others, a breaking point is finally found.
W/C: 2.1k+
“The thing is, recently, my heart’s been all stirred up about something.” You hear an all too familiar voice say as you exit the kitchen with your bottle of water in hand. “It’s love!” Another of your classmates yells, having you stopping in your tracks with your eyes setting on the sight taking place in the living room of the dorms. “WHAT DID YOU SAY?! GLOVE?! SHOVE?! DOVE?! I’VE NEVER SEEN ONE, WHAT’S THAT?!” Uraraka shouts while waving her hands frantically.
“Who is it? Midoriya or Iida? You’re always hanging out with those two boys.” Mina continues to press all while you clench your teeth. “You’ve got it all wrong!” Uraraka denies while covering her face with her hands, resulting in her accidentally activating her quirk on herself and floating to the ceiling with what little of her cheeks she’s unable to cover being overly red, the sight having you knitting your brows in frustration.
This isn’t the first time her crush on Izuku was called out, nor is it the first time that you’re forced to swallow your words, having them burning at your throat like bile threatening to rise. You can’t even recall the last time you actually felt comfortable in your group of so called friends, having been put through too many conversations encouraging Uraraka with her crush on the sunshine classmate yet none to you.
They’ve all been too busy lending their support to her crush that she’s not even willing to admit yet is still willing to get possessive and jealous over, too busy to notice you looking at him similarly, too busy to notice that you were the first one to actually like him and get close to him. But it doesn’t matter that you’ve liked him for longer, because they’ve only known of Uraraka’s crush on Izuku, so if you were to say anything of your own crush of him…
So instead, you’re stuck unable to act on your feelings for him as to not have your ‘friends’ glare daggers at you, and have to leave it to someone who doesn’t even have the guts to admit her crush to her friends, let alone to the one she likes. You grip the bottle in your shaky hand and walk to the entrance of the dorms, wanting to leave the building for some fresh air instead. After shutting the door behind you, your ears fill with the sound of crickets instead, soon followed by a long sigh slowly leaving your mouth.
You move to sit at the steps that lead to the entrance while you unscrew the cap of the bottle, bringing it to your parted lips just as you’re about to sit only to once again stop in your tracks. “That’s not it, Iida looked different; bent his back I think. He’s so flexible, I can see his shape in my head…” Your eyes trail to Izuku on his knees bent over some of his notes and take notice of the thin layer of sweat coating him, no doubt having been practicing his moves.
“Hey.” You call out to him with your arm stretched towards him, offering him your water. His face immediately brightens from the neutral expression as soon as he sees you and stands on his feet to rush over to you and take the bottle. “Thank you so much.” He smiles at you with rosy cheeks, probably from the workout, and then downing almost the entire bottle, unknowingly giving you a show in a perfect side angle of his adam’s apple smoothly bobbing up and down.
Izuku finally brings the bottle back down and takes in a deep breath followed by a small awkward chuckle at how you just witnessed him almost choking by depriving himself of air in favor of water. “Sorry about that.” He apologizes with his blush deepening a few shades. “It’s okay, don’t-” You clear your throat. “Don’t worry about it.” You assure, averting your eyes to try and compose yourself after the front row seat of the show he just gave you.
“Oh, are you thirsty? There’s still some left.” He offers you back the bottle with innocent eyes, the blush on his cheeks fading away. “No- it’s okay, I just… thought you were thirsty, so I gave you the water.” You wave your hand dismissively. “It was… yours?” He asks. “Yea- don’t think about it too hard, I can just go get another one.” You try to assure him with a smile, starting to turn around. “No!” He blurts out, startling you.
“I mean, this was your bottle first and there’s still some left.” He looks away almost shyly while offering you back the bottle with about a quarter of water left as his cheeks start to feel warm again. You stare at the bottle briefly and look back at Izuku and take in his nervous form, seeing how he averts his eyes with pink cheeks, fiddles with his shirt with his empty hand and ever so slightly traces his shoe along the ground and suddenly, something buried deep beneath you finally takes hold.
You grab the bottle with confidence, something that has Izuku looking at you again, and bring it to your lips, tilting your head back with the same side angle he gave you and stare him down for a few seconds as you drink the water before closing your eyes and drinking the last of the water, taking in the taste of the last thing he ate, the piece of mint chocolate he had after dinner; the same mint he’s been having every day for the past few days now leaving a fresh taste on your tongue.
Finally, you bring the bottle back down and forward it to him with your face in a neutral expression aside from the way one of your brows is lightly raised with the corner of your lips ever so slightly turned upwards as if daring him to take it back. Izuku looks at you with his eyes faintly widened, a look in the emerald irises that you can’t quite recognize. “Do you…” He pauses in a low voice that contrasts his usually higher-pitched and softer voice.
“Want to… drink more water?” He suggests, his voice remaining low in an alluring tone, his half-lidded eyes staring deeply into yours, and if it weren’t for how warm you felt inside, you’d find his supposed double-meaning line funny rather than arousing. “Yeah…” The word leaves you in a breathy manner. “Wait, you have some…” His hand slowly reaches forward and holds the side of your face, his thumb touching the corner of your lips and smearing a drop of water along your skin before wiping it off.
He leaves his hand on your cheek and then slowly brings his other one to your other cheek, holding your face gently in his rough hands without breaking his gaze from you. “Don’t move.” He whispers, his face closing in on yours. You stare back at his eyes which seem darker than usual and let him lean in closer until his nose touches yours, your eyes barely open, and until he pulls you in with his hands to press his lips deeply into yours.
You breathe out a startled gasp at what you thought would be a soft gentle kiss instead being a deep one filled with an underlying passion heavier than you initially thought. While Izuku’s eyes easily fall shut into the kiss, yours get blown wide open at the unexpected roughness of the kiss, one of your hands reaching to the front of his shoulder to push lightly away only for one of his hands to immediately leave your face and grip at your wrist firmly, keeping you from pushing him away.
As if understanding the reason behind your startled reaction, he slows down the kiss but remains on the same level of passion as he continues to press his lips as deeply into yours, only slowing his movements enough for you to keep up. The slower pace helps lull you to a sense of comfort and eases you enough to have your eyes fluttering shut and start to move your lips along his, your softer movements contrasting his rougher ones, his own seeming almost desperate.
The hand holding at your wrist loosens its grip and slowly drags yours up to his face with you starting to catch up to his pace, your other hand rushing to wrap your arm around the expanse of his shoulders and pull him deeper in the kiss with your hand on the side of his jaw. Instinctively, his own hands waste no time rearranging themselves with one setting at the back of your head and his other arm wrapping around you, forearm pressed along the length of your back with his hand pressed against your upper back.
While he pulls your entire body into his, he fails to fight the urge to grip the back of your shirt in his rough hand, desperately wanting to feel the skin hiding beneath the cloth. As your lips continue to mesh together, you return the same desperate feeling by gripping at the back of his shoulder, feeling the strong muscles under the shirt urging you to further explore him.
You give in to the temptation and let your hand travel back along his shoulders, the back of his neck, and then over his front as you kiss, at this point both of you are breathing heavily into the kiss against each other, not wanting to break apart even to steady your breaths. With your hand pressed on his chest, feeling the muscle hiding under his shirt, the warmth in his chest reaches a scalding temperature that spreads throughout his body until it grows too scorching to handle.
The hand on your back leaves to your arm that keeps your hand pressed on his chest, pleased to feel your body remaining close to his of its own free will. You feel his hand give your arm a small squeeze before releasing it and following its length with his fingers just barely brushing along your skin, the feather-light grazing giving you goosebumps until his hand reaches your wrist once again, taking hold of it much more gently than last time in a silent cue to signal your departure.
Izuku finally breaks the kiss with a moan and pulls back, only enough to still have his lips skimming against yours as you rest your foreheads against each other. Your eyes open to gaze into one another briefly before closing again, instead focusing on catching your breaths, feeling your hot breaths colliding in small pants with his thumb tracing small patterns along the underside of your wrist, tenderly pressing over your fast pulse and giving a reassuring squeeze as if to help gently bring you back down from the kiss.
Your eyes part open to find his own already staring at you with half-lidded eyes and seeing someone other than the shy skittish boy you’d grown used to seeing, instead, seeing a confident young man staring back at you. “Where did you learn how to kiss like that?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper to which he lets out a small breathy chuckle. “You know me… I just study a lot.” He smiles, the dark look in his eyes having faded away to a more tender one.
You smile at him in amusement with an airy chuckle of your own leaving you, not knowing if to assume him having read up on how to kiss or having seen others do so. “I haven’t kissed anyone else, if that’s what you're wondering…” He says in a somewhat hopeful manner, unbeknownst to you how he hoped you having wanted to be his first kiss, and how he hopes to have been your first as well. “I…” You speak while pulling away enough to look at him properly, the smile on your face suddenly fading away.
Izuku’s smile falters after yours, taking in your line of sight set on something off to the side behind him and turning around to follow it, his eyes falling on the group of girls staring through the window with horror in their eyes as if offended at what just took place. His gaze shifts over to Mina holding a teary Uraraka and the way he feels you rip away from his hands pulls him back to reality.
Turning back around to you, he barely has time to register you running away from him. “No! Wait!” He shouts for you, voice back in his higher pitched tone and arms instinctively reaching out for you, seeing you disappear in the trees that surround the dorms, his body freezing in place with his arms staying open for you. “Please.” He utters, his vision starting to water with his hand trembling.
PAIRING: izuku midoriya x fem!reader
WARNINGS: insomnia, no use of y/n
GENRE: fluff
SONG INSPIRATION: sunshine~ by corbon amodio
WORD COUNT: 1.8k
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it had been a long day. between hero duties, training, and the relentless pressure of being a pro hero, your body felt like it was made of lead. every muscle ached, your mind was a tangled mess of fatigue and stress, all you wanted was a good night’s sleep. but sleep had been impossible lately, slipping just out of reach no matter how tired you were.
you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the darkness of your bedroom doing little to soothe the restlessness that churned inside you. every time you closed your eyes, thoughts raced through your mind like an endless loop of everything you had to do, everything you hadn’t done, and everything you worried you’d never be able to do.
sighing, you turned over, glancing at the clock. it was well past midnight, and you had to be up early tomorrow. you rubbed your eyes, frustration bubbling up.
why couldn’t you just shut your brain off for once?
your phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling you. you picked it up, squinting at the screen. a message from izuku, your closest friend and, if you were being honest with yourself, your biggest source of comfort.
“hey, are you still up?”
you hesitated for a moment before replying.
“yeah. can’t sleep. you?”
his response came almost immediately.
“same. i was thinking about our patrol tomorrow. there’s a new pattern in the villain activity in the area, and i wanted to go over it again, but i realized it’s really late and i should try to sleep, but i honestly just can’t stop thinking…”
you smiled softly at his rambling message. it was so like him to overthink things, to get caught up in analyzing every detail, even when he was supposed to be resting. you could almost picture him now, hunching over his desk, notes spread out around him, his hair a mess from running his hands through it in concentration.
“you should be sleeping, ‘zuku,” you typed back, the nickname slipping out unconsciously.
“you’ve been running yourself ragged lately. you need rest.”
there was a pause, and then another buzz.
“i could say the same to you. you’ve been doing so much lately, i’m surprised you’re still standing.”
you sighed, staring at his words. he wasn’t wrong. you’d been pushing yourself hard, trying to keep up with the demands of hero work, trying to be the best you could be. but it felt like no matter how hard you tried, there was always something more to do, something you weren’t quite good enough at.
“i guess we’re both pretty bad at this whole ‘taking care of ourselves’ thing,” you replied, a wry smile tugging at your lips.
another buzz.
“yeah, i guess we are. hey, do you want to come over? i mean, only if you want to. i just thought, you know, it might help. sometimes talking helps. or not. i mean–”
you laughed softly, imagining his flustered expression as he typed. it was so very midoriya. your heart warmed at his concern, and without really thinking about it, you found yourself typing back.
“yeah, i’d like that.”
his response was almost immediate.
“okay! do you want me to come right now?”
you hesitated for a moment, glancing around your darkened bedroom. part of you wanted to say no, to tell him to stay home and get some rest. but the thought of seeing him, of hearing his voice in person, was too tempting to resist.
“sure. i’ll leave the door unlocked.”
“be there in five.”
true to his word, it wasn’t long before you heard the soft creak of your front door unlocking then opening. you didn’t need to check to know it was him. izuku always moved quietly. a moment later, there was a light knock on your bedroom door.
“come in,” you called softly, sitting up as the door opened.
izuku stepped inside, his hair a wild mess, his eyes tired but alert. he was still in his hero uniform, though he’d stripped off most of the armor and gloves, leaving just the green jumpsuit and his signature red boots.
“hey,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. “you okay?”
you nodded, offering him a small smile. “yeah, i’m okay. just…you know.”
he nodded, his eyes softening with understanding. “yeah, i know.”
he crossed the room and sat on the edge of your bed, his hands resting awkwardly in his lap. for a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence stretching out between you. but it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was the kind of silence that felt natural, like the two of you could just exist in the same space without needing to fill it with words.
“do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly, his gaze meeting yours.
you shrugged, pulling your knees up to your chest. “i don’t know. it’s just…everything, i guess. there’s so much to do all the time, and i feel like i’m always running behind, like i can’t catch up. and then i lie here at night, and my brain just won’t shut up. it’s like i can’t turn it off, and i’m just…so tired.”
izuku nodded, his expression serious. “i get that. i really do. it’s like…like there’s this pressure, all the time. to be the best, to do everything right, to never mess up. and it’s exhausting.”
“exactly,” you said, feeling a strange relief wash over you. it was comforting to know that he understood that you weren’t alone in feeling this way.
he hesitated, then reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly before gently resting on your knee. “it’s okay to feel like that, you know. it’s okay to take a break, to not be perfect all the time.”
you looked at him, his face soft, his eyes full of a quiet intensity that made your heart ache. he was always like this. so kind, so understanding, even when he was struggling himself. it was one of the things you admired most about him, his ability to be there for others even when he was carrying so much on his own shoulders.
“thanks, izuku,” you said softly, your voice thick with emotion. “i just…i don’t know what to do sometimes. it feels like i’m just…failing.”
his grip on your knee tightened slightly, his eyes fierce. “you’re not failing. you’re doing your best, and that’s all anyone can ask. you’re an amazing hero, and you’re always pushing yourself so hard. it’s okay to feel tired. it’s okay to need help.”
you swallowed hard, his words sinking into you like a balm on a wound you hadn’t realized was there. “i just…i don’t want to let anyone down. i don’t want to let you down.”
his eyes softened, and he shifted closer, his presence warm and reassuring. “you could never let me down. never.”
something inside you cracked at his words, and before you knew it, you were crying, the tears spilling down your cheeks as all the stress and exhaustion you’d been holding in finally found an outlet. izuku’s eyes widened in alarm, and then he was moving, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
“hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice gentle and soothing. “it’s okay. i’m here. i’ve got you.”
you buried your face in his shoulder, clinging to him as the sobs wracked your body. he held you tightly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, his voice a constant, reassuring murmur in your ear.
“i’m here. you’re okay. just let it out.”
you didn’t know how long you cried, but izuku didn’t let go, didn’t pull away. he just held you, his presence solid and unwavering, grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. slowly, the tears began to subside, your breathing evening out as the storm inside you calmed.
“sorry,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against his shoulder. “i didn’t mean to–”
“don’t apologize,” he said softly, his hand still rubbing your back. “you don’t ever have to apologize for feeling things. i’m glad you told me. i’m glad i can be here for you.”
you pulled back slightly, looking up at him. his face was so close, his green eyes bright in the dim light of your room. there was so much kindness in his gaze, so much warmth, that it made your heart ache.
“thank you, izuku,” you whispered, your voice trembling with sincerity. “really. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
he smiled, a small, soft smile that made your heart skip a beat. “you’d do just fine. you’re strong, stronger than you know.”
you shook your head, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “i don’t feel very strong right now.”
“that’s okay,” he said gently. “you don’t have to be strong all the time. it’s okay to lean on others sometimes. that’s what friends are for, right?”
“right,” you agreed, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. “thank you. for being here.”
“always,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. “i’ll always be here for you.”
there was something in his gaze, something intense and unspoken. for a moment, you wondered if he felt the same way you did, if he cared about you as more than just a friend. you pushed the thought away, not wanting to complicate things, not wanting to read too much into it.
you took a deep breath, feeling lighter, more at ease than you had in days. “i think i might actually be able to sleep now,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips.
izuku’s face lit up with relief. “really? that’s great! do you, um, want me to stay? i mean, just until you fall asleep, if that would help.”
you hesitated, but then nodded, feeling oddly shy. “yeah. that would be nice.”
he smiled, kicking off his shoes before shifting so he was sitting up against the headboard, patting the space beside him. “come here.”
you settled next to him, your head resting on his shoulder. he was warm and solid, his presence comforting in a way you hadn’t realized you needed. he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close, and you felt yourself relax, the tension draining from your body.
“close your eyes,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “just breathe. i’ll be here when you wake up.”
you did as he said, letting your eyes drift shut. his steady breathing, the warmth of his body next to yours, the gentle rhythm of his hand stroking your hair. it all combined to create a sense of safety and peace that you hadn’t felt in a long time.
slowly, the world around you began to fade, the weight of exhaustion pulling you under. the last thing you felt before you drifted off was izuku’s hand, still gently stroking your hair, and his voice, whispering softly in your ear.
“sweet dreams.”
and for the first time in what felt like forever, you slept, your heart full and your mind at peace, knowing that no matter what,
✩ MIDORIYA is also a pretty shy person if the conversation isn't about hero stuff. but i feel like he would take the bigger shoe so he can be your "hero". when collaborating with class 1b or meeting new people, you would hide behind midoriya while he would introduce the both of you.
"oh hi! i am midoriya; you can call me deku!... oh the person behind me? this is my significant other (y/n)! they’re a bit shy at first, but they’ll warm up soon. don’t worry."
✩ TODOROKI there aren’t many situations where your shyness may even become a hindrance when dating todoroki. todoroki prefers to be alone with you inside at home, instead of going out and meeting new people. but, of course, you two had to meet in order to become each other’s partners.
when todoroki first met you, he thought you were the cutest thing ever. hiding behind your friend and shyly introducing yourself. he would just coo at you whenever you did anything on your own.
"you're just so cute!" todoroki would pinch your cheeks.
✩ BAKUGO tries to hold back on his aggression, especially when he is around you. your presence is his outlet when things are stressful; he would just cuddle with you, and it feels like his worries are being flown away. bakugo is the yin, and you’re the yang. you genuinely help him for the better. his classmates can tell that you’re changing him for the better.
"you’re doing this for (y/n) aren’t you?"
"of fucking course i am."
✩ DENKI will do all the talking for you if you want. this man has no shame socially. heck, he will even embarrass himself in public to make you even a smidge comfortable. you two were out shopping at the mall when you saw a free stage. denki starts going up on stage and randomly dancing. you laugh to the side until denki starts pulling you on stage, which makes you shake your head nervously.
“look at me (y/n)! see if i am doing this, everything is fine, okay?”
or when hanging out with friends,
“(y/n) says that we should go to the park first.”
✩ KIRISHIMA is basically a big ol’ bear that needs love and affection. he’ll protect you no matter what, as long as you are comfortable. you two were at a party, and you were feeling uncomfortable at the number of people in one room. so you tug kirishima’s shirt, making him lean into your height, and whisper in his ear.
“can we leave? i don’t want to be here.”
you can bet that you two will be out of the party in a millisecond.
