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Under the Mistletoe with Heroes

Yagi Toshinori (All Might)

A soft rustle makes you look up to see a small sprig of mistletoe taped there by a mischievous student. He freezes, his skeletal frame going ramrod straight. A blush climbs from his neck to the tips of his ears, rivaling the color of his signature suit.

"Ah! Young [Reader’s Name]! It seems we've... uh... found ourselves in a bit of a traditional predicament!"

He lets out a nervous, booming laugh that quickly dissolves into a cough. He is a gentleman through and through. Flustered but resolved to honor the "rule", he places a large, gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Ahem. Well, a tradition is a tradition!" He bends down and presses a soft, chaste, and incredibly warm kiss to your cheek. It lasts only a second, but his lips are surprisingly soft. He immediately steps back, rubbing the back of his neck.

"There! Now, uh, no bad luck for the holidays!" He spends the next hour being uncharacteristically flustered, dropping papers and knocking over his tea. Later, you find a beautifully wrapped Christmas present on your desk with an anonymous note that is very clearly in his distinctive handwriting.

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

It's late in the empty classroom. That's when you see it—a single piece of mistletoe, dangling from the lampshade. He stops, follows your gaze, and his eyes narrow into a deadpan stare.

"...Problem Children."

A long, weary sigh escapes him. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "This is illogical, a waste of time, and undoubtedly the doing of Class 1-A." He says this all in his usual monotone, but there's the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks, barely visible in the dim light.

He looks at you, then at the mistletoe, then back at you with a tired resolve. "The fastest way to end this nonsense is to comply." In one fluid motion, he leans in, his capture scarf brushing your arm. He places a quick, dry, but not unkind kiss directly on your lips. It's over in a blink, practical and efficient.

He immediately turns and walks toward the door, wrapping his scarf tighter. "Go home. It's late." But as you're packing, you hear his low grumble from the hallway: "...Merry Christmas."

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

It happens during the school's Christmas party, right by the refreshment table. He's in full festive mode, glitter in his hair and a light-up reindeer sweater. He's telling you an animated story, hands flying, and backs you both directly under a strategically placed bunch of mistletoe. He notices first, his narration cutting off with a dramatic gasp.

His eyes widen behind his sunglasses, and a huge, sparkling grin splits his face. "WELL, WELL, WELL! Look what the Spirit of Christmas dragged in, little listener!" He points excitedly at the ceiling, his voice dropping to a theatrical, radio-announcer whisper. "Seems the holiday magic has caught us in its festive web! YEAH!"

He strikes a pose, one hand on his hip. "A DJ always respects the classics!" He takes your hand with a flourish. Instead of a simple peck, he dips you low in a smooth, dramatic motion, earning a few whistles from nearby students. The kiss he plants on your lips is enthusiastic, sweet, and accompanied by a playful "Mwah!" sound effect.

He rights you with a laugh, his face flushed with joy. "HO HO HO! Consider your holiday season officially MERRY!" For the rest of the party, he makes exaggerated winks in your direction and dedicates the next slow song on his playlist to you. The next day, you receive a custom-made holiday playlist from him titled "Mistletoe Memories," and he somehow "accidentally" coordinates his radio show guest list with your free periods for the next week.

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

It’s less of an accident and more of a carefully orchestrated "happy little coincidence." You’re on a shared rooftop for a post-mission debrief when a single, perfect red feather drifts down from above, gently brushing your cheek before floating up to point at a sprig of mistletoe now hanging from a nearby antenna. He’s already standing casually beneath it, a lazy, knowing grin on his face.

"Oops," he says, not sounding sorry at all. "Looks like some holiday debris got caught in my feathers."

He tilts his head, his golden eyes crinkling with amusement. "You know the rules, right? Can't ignore tradition. Bad luck for our next mission efficiency ratings." He says it like it's a joke, but there's a focused, playful intensity in his gaze. He's already closed the comfortable distance between you, his wings subtly curving to create a sense of privacy on the open roof.

He’s smooth. One hand comes up to gently cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek. The kiss itself is feather-light at first, teasing and sweet, full of his charismatic charm. But if you lean into it even a little, it deepens into something warmer, more genuine, and surprisingly soft, lasting just long enough to leave you a bit breathless before he pulls back with a soft, pleased hum.

He winks, stepping back and letting his wings stretch. "Phew! Luck restored." He acts like it was just a bit of fun, but later, a gourmet chicken dinner from a high-end restaurant gets delivered to your doorstep with a note that just says, "For my favorite bird-watcher. -K."

Enji Todoroki (Endeavor)

You're delivering a report, and he's striding out of his office, both of you focused and serious. You collide with the solid wall of his chest under a doorway. Before either of you can utter a professional apology, a junior sidekick squeaks, "S-Sir! The mistletoe!" You look up. There it is, a small, defiant sprig someone had taped up as a dare. The sidekick pales and flees.

He stares at the mistletoe as if it's a villain requiring a tactical takedown. His brow furrows deeply, and a muscle ticks in his jaw. A flush, not from fire but from pure, unadulterated awkwardness, creeps up his neck. He grunts, a low, rumbling sound of exasperation.

"...This is frivolous."

He lets out a sharp sigh through his nose, a small puff of steam escaping in his agitation. Muttering, "To avoid further... disruption," he bends down stiffly. The kiss is a brief, firm press of his lips against yours—unsmiling, efficient, and surprisingly warm (a natural side effect of his Quirk). It's over in a second, and he immediately straightens up, adjusting his collar as if it's a piece of battle gear.

He clears his throat loudly. "The report. On my desk. Now." He marches back into his office, but leaves the door open behind him—an unspoken command for you to follow. For the next hour, he is even more brusque than usual, but you notice he doesn't correct you once.

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum)

He's laughing, holding a massive platter of yakitori, gesturing for you to come try some. As you weave through the crowd toward him, he steps forward to meet you and boops—you're both directly under a huge, glittering kiss-ball.

His cheerful grin turns into a moment of wide-eyed, genuine surprise. Then, a deep, jolly laugh booms from his chest. "HAHA! Would you look at that! The holiday spirit's got us cornered, partner!" He doesn't look embarrassed at all, just delighted by the festive turn of events. He sets the platter down on a nearby table with a thud, his full, friendly attention on you.

He places his large, warm hands on your shoulders, his touch incredibly gentle despite his size. "C'mere! Don't want any bad luck for the new year!" He bends down, his smile softening. The kiss is hearty and sweet—like him. It's a firm, affectionate smack on the lips, full of cheerful warmth and the faint, friendly taste of the barbecue sauce he was just eating. It feels like being hugged by sunshine.

He pulls back, beaming, and gives your shoulders a friendly squeeze. "NOW the party's really started! Get over here and have some gyoza, you've earned it!"

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

It's in a training gym after hours. She's just finished pulverizing a series of high-density targets, and you're there doing cool-down stretches. She hops down from a high bar, landing directly in front of you with a heavy thud. As she straightens up, a piece of mistletoe—knocked loose from the rafters by her impact—flutters down and lands perfectly on top of her head, caught between her long, white ears. She freezes, one ear twitching to flick it off, but it just settles more securely. She looks at you, then at the ceiling, then back at you with a sharp, challenging grin.

"Hah! Looks like the universe wants a piece of me," she barks, planting her fists on her hips. She doesn't step back; if anything, she leans in, her crimson eyes gleaming with competitive fire.

"Well? You gonna just stand there, or are you gonna follow through? I don't half-ass anything, especially not traditions."

She doesn't wait; she closes the gap, one hand coming up to grip your chin firmly but not roughly. The kiss is assertive, energetic, and surprisingly skilled. It's less about romance and more about a challenge met and conquered. There's a faint taste of her protein drink and sheer, unadulterated victory.

She pulls back with a satisfied "Heh!" and plucks the mistletoe from her ear, tossing it over her shoulder. "Not bad. Could use more intensity, though." She saunters off toward the showers, but calls over her shoulder, "Hey! You're spotting my leg press routine tomorrow! Don't be late!"

Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca)

Hero Gala. You are his designated liaison for the evening, guiding him through the crowd to mitigate his intimidating presence. While navigating near the grand staircase, you both pause to let a group pass. He leans down slightly to hear you over the orchestra, and that's when you both see it: an elaborate, tasteful mistletoe arrangement hanging from the bottom of the staircase's ornate bannister. A hush falls over the immediate, well-dressed crowd.

A low, rumbling groan emanates from deep in his chest—a sound of profound social discomfort. His sharp teeth are bared in what everyone else would mistake for a threat display, but you recognize as severe embarrassment. His large, dark eyes dart from the mistletoe to you, then to the staring crowd. He straightens to his full, imposing height, his tailored suit straining.

"...This is... an unfortunate spectacle," he grumbles.

He understands the pressure of public expectation all too well. With a resigned sigh, he bends his great head. He is painfully gentle. He places a careful, closed-mouth kiss on your forehead, the gesture surprisingly tender and formal. The coarse texture of his skin brushes lightly against you, and you can feel the restrained power in his stillness.

He immediately turns his glare on the gathered onlookers, who quickly scatter. "The event is this way," he states, gesturing forward with a sharp claw, his tone all business again. For the rest of the night, he positions himself subtly between you and the most curious guests.

Tsunagu Hakamata (Best Jeanist)

He is meticulously adjusting the drape of a new costume prototype on a mannequin, and you are handing him pins. As you both reach for the same pin cushion on a shelf, your hands brush. A soft snick sound is heard. You look up. A single, perfect strand of denim fiber, woven into the shape of a minimalist mistletoe sprig, has been threaded through the ceiling fixture directly above you. He must have subconsciously manipulated his fibers while focused.

He goes perfectly still, his critical eyes shifting from the mannequin to the fiber-art above, then to you. A faint, almost imperceptible blush dusts his cheeks beneath his high collar.

"A... Freudian slip of the threads," he says, his voice calm but laced with a rare hint of self-reproach. "How unkempt of me."

He believes in doing things properly. With a precise, elegant motion, he removes one of his gloves. He gently tilts your chin up with his bare fingers, his touch cool and sure. The kiss is deliberate, composed, and flawlessly executed, neither too brief nor too long. It's smooth, cool, and tastes faintly of mint. It feels like being the center of a perfectly arranged piece of art.

He steps back, replacing his glove and smoothing down his already immaculate jacket. "We have diverged from the task at hand. The inseam on this prototype requires attention." He returns to his work, but his movements are even more precise, if possible.

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yall liked the first one so heres another one...(mostly underrated) mha characters as twitter posts/text thingies PART 2

this one was a bit lazier than the other one and i wanna try including other characters than 1a and 1b but its hard to characterize the ultra underrated ones since they dont have much screentime for me to go off of</3 do leave requests on what characters you wanna see though and ill try to incorporate them!!