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[kitkatcarkeys]

Endeavour Suggests A Quirk Marriage due to y/n’s Indestructibility Quirk

You knew Todoroki’s parents had been a quirk marriage. It wasn’t really talked about, but you knew all the same.

You hadn’t really talked to Todoroki that much, but you would see him at the academy a lot being in the same class together. He had seemed cold, but not ill-natured. Blunt, in an oblivious kind of way. He was obviously skilled in combat, but his social skills were just starting to blossom. You had noticed him starting to make friends with Midoriya and Bakugou, Iida, and others in the class. He seemed to be warming up. Making an effort. You had seen him in the sports festival and tournaments, and he had seen you.

As it turned out, his father Endeavour had seen you as well.

Your own parents were downstairs, cuddling on the couch together and watching the TV. You could hear them as you hung up your laundry on the landing. Your mother was a doctor who was immune to disease and internal injury or illness, and your father a hero with indestructible skin and immunity to external injury. Though they would have been perfect candidates for a quirk marriage, your parents had simply fallen in love in the natural way people do.

Your mother had recognised the pro-hero Adamantine the first time she met him, and vaguely knew of his quirk. Your father had fallen for her almost immediately, smitten with her gentle manner, sharp wit and beautiful face. Your mother had enjoyed his jokes and intelligent conversation so much, she couldn’t help visiting him more often than she strictly needed to. Even though she was treating him for slight poisoning sustained in a villain fight, his good humour and kind nature couldn’t be dimmed. After he was discharged, they ended up dating and finding out more about each other as time went on. Quirks eventually came up as naturally as anything else.

You had been questioned about your parents’ marriage before, with people making their own unfounded assumptions, and it was a sore spot for all of you. You had inherited both of their quirks, making you effectively indestructible inside and out. You were immune to heat, cold, disease, poisons, pressure, radiation, and sheer blunt force, among other things. You were in training to become a hero like your father. Your younger brother had your mother’s quirk and was planning to go into medicine to work with highly contagious diseases others would be afraid of. Even that moment he was studying at a cram school nearby.

Though each of them were serious in their own lines of work, your parents were still like schoolkids in their affection for each other. Even as they were watching TV, you could hear your mother giggling as your father kissed her face and arms, singing her praises, showering her with affection and loving the delighted laughs and kisses he got back.

You knew very well what it was like to be on the receiving end of your father’s affection, with big hugs, many compliments and playful chokeholds and noogies that you both knew could never hurt. Your father adored his family, and thanked god, the universe, his in-laws and anyone else who would listen for them every chance he could. Needless to say, your father had set your standards for love very high, and made sure you always knew your worth - priceless.

A knock at the door made your parents pause briefly on the couch, your father turning his head to look at it over his shoulder, then surprising your mom with a quick kiss on the lips before jumping up to get the door, grinning mischievously back at her as she laughed again.

When your father opened the door, the imposing form of Endeavour stood looking at him, stern-faced as ever. Your father was by no means small, he was heavy-built and strong, but the sheer tension that Endeavour brought with him in the air made the entire house turn silent. He was in a black suit and tie, not wearing his hero costume as you usually saw him. He looked ready for a funeral.

Your mother saw her husband’s face change, and switched off the TV, waiting for more information. She couldn’t see who was at the door. You could see him from the upstairs window, and instantly knew you didn’t want to come downstairs.

“Endeavour, what a surprise.” your father said with polite confusion, “Come in, I usually only see you at work.”

The flame hero stepped inside, greeted your mother and waited for your father to close the door before he spoke.

“I have a proposal.” he said, deep voice clear even upstairs.

You were sitting still, out of sight and listening carefully, wondering what this was all about. You decided to shift your position to be able to see as well as hear.

Peeking through the banister, you had a clear view of your parents and the back of Endeavour’s head, but knew that they wouldn’t see you from where you were crouching.

Your father nodded in understanding and gestured to a guest chair, and Endeavour took it. Your father sat beside your mother.

“...You have a very impressive daughter.” their guest said slowly.

Your father smiled, and thanked him quietly. “Your son is amazing, too. Shoto, right? I believe he and y/n are in the same class.”

Endeavour smiled slightly, nodding. “Yes, they are. Her quirk is very interesting. You and your wife certainly made an interesting child.”

A sudden chill ran down your spine.

Your parents stiffened slightly at this. You could see your mother squeezing her husband’s hand.

Your father’s voice was polite, but firm as he stared into Endeavour’s cold eyes. “Quirk or no quirk, y/n would still be amazing. She’s brilliant, beautiful and kind, with a resolve most grown men could only aspire to.”

You heard this kind of thing every day. You knew it wasn’t just for show.

“We are very proud of her, and of her brother.” your mother added. “He’s planning to go into healthcare. He knows he could do anything he wanted, but it happens to be that. Good people like to use their skills and talents to help others. He’s a gentle, considerate person and exceptionally clever. We’re supportive of his career choices, no matter what he decides. And if he ends up deciding to do something else, we’ll support that too. We just want our children to be happy.”

“...I’ll cut to the chase.” Endeavour said, all but ignoring what your mother had said.

He didn’t notice your father squeezing her hand reassuringly, and wouldn’t have cared if he had.

“My son has fire and ice powers. Your daughter has indestructibility from both of you. If their abilities were to combine, it would be a whole new level of power. The flames and ice could both be pushed further, plus the overall advantage in combat ability would be-”

A cold dread was filling your stomach. You felt sick.

Your father stood up sharply, visibly angry now. “What exactly are you suggesting?”

You silently thanked the gods that you had a better father than poor Shoto.

Endeavour rose slowly, menacingly. “I’m suggesting our children do exactly what we did, an arranged marriage based on their abilities-”

Your mother jumped up at that, outraged, fists clenched. “We did not have a quirk marriage! We fell in love, not that the likes of you would understand that! Do you even know whether our kids are friends? Would it ever cross your mind to care?”

Your father put an arm out in front of your mother to keep her from approaching the huge man. If anyone was going to kick Endeavour’s ass it would be him.

“I’m not here to judge you.” the flame hero said quietly, trying and failing not to be irritated, “But marriages with compatible quirks are well-known to produce excellent heroes, which is beneficial to all of humanity. It would be a matter of the greater good. Obviously I can pay whatever amount of money you want-”

Your father’s voice was deathly calm. “I respect you as a hero, but right now, I want you to leave this house. My children will marry whoever they want, and I sincerely hope yours can do the same.”

Endeavour was still, apart from the quivering fists clenched at his sides. Your mother was shaking with apparent fury.

“Marrying my son would be a privilege many would kill for. It’s a lot better than she would likely do choosing a man by herself.”

“Get out!” your mother snarled. A vein in your father’s temple was throbbing with restraint.

“...Think it over.” Endeavour grunted.

He turned and stomped out the door. Your father followed briskly behind, shutting and locking it as soon as the flame hero was outside.

You stood up, processed what had just happened a moment, then ran down the stairs to your father, wrapping your arms around him. Surprising yourself, you burst into tears.

Your father hugged you back, stroking your hair and speaking softly. Your mother’s arms were around you both, her angry tears wetting your hair and shirt.

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The next day at school, you wanted answers.

“Oi, you peppermint-headed fuck-!” Bakugou was shouting as usual, following Todoroki who was talking to Midoriya.

“Todoroki-kun, I need to talk to you for a minute.” you said, running over to the boy and passing a still-yelling Bakugou.

Todoroki was visibly surprised, and stopped walking. “Okay.”

“Oi! I was-!” Bakugou started, then jumped back when you snarled at him with ferocity that shut even him up.

You gestured to Todoroki to follow you, which he did without question. You went down a quiet hallway together, hidden under the stairs by some lockers.

Todoroki was looking at you, silent but curious.

“Do you know who came to visit my parents yesterday?” you asked.

He blinked. “How would I know l/n? I wasn’t there.” There was no sign of deceit in his face. Just the usual obliviousness. You had guessed he had nothing to do with it, but it was nice to have confirmation.

“Your father.” you said simply, waiting to see his reaction.

Todoroki’s eyes widened a moment, then he relaxed. “Oh, your father’s a hero too, isn’t he? Was it work related?” he asked innocently.

You almost laughed. “Yes, he is, but that’s not why your father came over.”

“Oh...” Todoroki seemed to be thinking, and looked confused.

“Apparently your father thinks you and I would make excellent babies. He suggested a quirk marriage between us.”

Todoroki’s mouth fell open. If anything, he looked more horrified than you. It actually hurt a little that he was so appalled at the idea of marrying you, but you pushed that aside.

“Relax, my parents told him to get out, because I’m going to marry whoever I want. And I will never accept a quirk marriage.”

Todoroki looked relieved and ashamed. “...I’m sorry he did that. I didn’t know he was going to.”

“I figured as much.” you admitted, “I just wanted to check. Especially since we see each other so often. I wasn’t sure whether he had said anything to you.”

Todoroki was looking down at the ground, teeth gritted and brow furrowed.

“...I hate him.” he admitted quietly, “My mother suffered being married to him. He never saw her as a person, just a means to an end.”

You paused, listening. Todoroki raised his eyes to look at yours. What he said next surprised you.

“If you and I ever get married and have kids l/n, it will be because we’re in love and we want to have children. I wouldn’t accept a quirk marriage either.”

You could feel your face turning red.

Todoroki didn’t seem even slightly embarrassed at what he had just said, which actually made it even more embarrassing for you.

“Oh, well-” you mumbled, “If your father ever comes to my place again with a suggestion of quirk marriage, I’ll stick my foot so far up his ass that I’ll wear him like a goddamn slipper.”

“That would be funny.” He smiled, thought a moment, then scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to you. “Here’s my number. I hope my father leaves you alone, but if there’s anything you want to talk about, please tell me.”

You took it, looking up at him in surprise.

He smiled gently, and you suddenly found yourself wondering what you parents might say if you were to end up dating him after all.

[kitkatcarkeys]

Really embarrassing moments for Y/n and how the boys handled them (minific) - Bakugou

Bakugou:

You had an indestructibility quirk. The only things that weren’t completely indestructible were your hair and nails (thank goodness). They were still ridiculously, insanely strong, but it wasn’t impossible to cut them (with enough time, energy and force).

Bakugou was a surprisingly clingy boyfriend. Grumpy as he was, he liked to be near you, and if he had something to do, he wanted you with him. Training, he wanted to do it together. Studying, together. Cooking, together. Shopping, together. The list went on and on. He still had his own life, and his own hobbies and you each enjoyed your hours of private time, but he never understood why roughly every two weeks, you would disappear for the day, locked in your room and refusing all guests.

You wouldn’t even tell him what it was for. Rude as he was, Bakugou still respected your boundaries, even if he’d still question or complain about them. So he was frustrated that you would keep him from seeing you those days with zero explanation.

Then the day you had dreaded came. Your equipment, specialised for your body and your room – broke. You had simply worn it out.

Looking at it in dismay, you came to the realisation that you would have to go to the support department for a new one. Like most people, you only had to cut your hair every few months. Near indestructible hair didn’t really have much in the way of breakage. Or any breakage, actually. You had to book a particular hero with particular abilities to cut it, and thankfully said hero was an old friend of your parents. It still took about 12 hours by itself, and was cut one strand at a time. Heck, it was what your hero costume was made out of and could withstand fire, pressure, radiation, et cetera, just like you.

It was your nails you needed more time for. And the diamond-based, super-strong, super-fast grinder you had in your dorm had just broke. You even had a special exhaust system to remove the airborne filings so they wouldn’t get stuck in everything like hell’s fibreglass. Heck, you wore a specialised onesie that covered your whole head just so the stuff wouldn’t get on your clothes and hair. Only your hands and feet were uncovered. You looked like a bizarre space baby sitting with your toes or hands against a grinder. The suit was soundproof, and you were usually watching movies or listening to music, podcasts, et cetera to pass the time, and had snacks stuffed inside your suit to amuse yourself and make sure you ate during this long, boring time.

This was the embarrassing reality and price of indestructibility that you didn’t want your boyfriend to see. You loved your quirk. You loved being able to protect your friends, to take the hits others couldn’t, to go into places others would die in, and to focus on offence with your defence taken care of. But the grinder was so loud, your room had to be heavily soundproofed to prevent your grooming from disturbing the whole building.

And now you had to leave to get a new one.

After the air had been suitably cleaned and you were able to take off the goofy suit, you left your room and made your way towards the exit, passing through the common room area of the dorm.

Kirishima and Bakugou were in the middle of cooking, your boyfriend bossing around the chatty redhead as they worked. He stopped mid-sentence upon seeing you come in.

“Hey y/n!” Kirishima called, waving a potato peeler at you.

You waved back, smiling. Bakugou was staring at you, confused. You never left your room on these days you demanded privacy. He knew you were able to move the days around if you absolutely had to, but he still had no idea what you did on them. And he was curious.

“Kirishima, when you’re done peeling those, chop them into quarters and put them in the slow cooker!” he said, already pulling off his apron. “Add the other shit we measured, then turn it onto hot, then leave it alone! Set the timer for eight hours!”

“Huh? You trust me with this-?” Kirishima asked, looking pleasantly surprised.

“Of course I do, just don’t fuck it up!” he barked, pulling on his shoes to follow you out the door.

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You tried to convince him not to come, but it was like trying to convince a dropped brick not to fall.

“I’m just going to the support department.” you insisted. “You’ll be bored.”

“I’ll decide when I’m bored!” he argued back.

When you walked in to find Hatsume and showed her photos of the grinder without letting Bakugou see, she quickly threw all subtley out the window.

“Oh, your super-strong, super-durable, diamond grade nail grinder wheel Hercules3000 finally broke! That’s great!” she said, loudly enough for the whole room, plus those down the hall, to hear.

Bakugou stared at you, and you felt your face burning.

“Yes, my nail file-” you started.

“Don’t worry! My new baby Hercules5000 will be perfect! And all I needed was somewhere to install him!” Hatsume cried happily, rivalling only Bakugou’s volume, the blond boy silent for once.

“I left the other one in the room so the cleaning system would look after it-” you started, trying to convince yourself that Bakugou wasn’t bug-eyed and staring at you from three feet away.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Hatsume verbally bulldozed over you, “I don’t know anyone else who has toenails filings that can generate the kind of damage only pyroclastic flow can! If I ever decide to make biological weapons that cause purely physical damage, I’ll come to you for raw materials!” She cackled at the thought.

You were mortified.

“...You’ve been ignoring me for entire days to trim your fuckin’ nails?” Bakugou asked in disbelief.

You could only hide your face in your hands.

“Oh, it’s a very complicated system-” Hatsume started, “She has to grind them with specialised equipment, plus extract out the deadly dust to prevent injuring people with-”

“Nooo~!” you cried, embarrassed beyond belief.

“I figured it out, no worries! Hercules5000 has an in-built power-washing system to remove everything in half the time!” the support item specialist assured. “I finally figured out a pipe material that-”

“It all fuckin’ makes sense now.” Bakugou said, eyes narrowing at you. “You don’t get calluses, your skin is perfect, your hair doesn’t need any masks, I never got what the hell your “maintenance days” were supposed to be! You don’t even need sunscreen!”

“Oh, and Hercules5000 can shave hair as well, of course (if you want that) just like his older brother! And I’ve got a new suit-”

“Hatsume, please!” you begged, “Talking to you about it is fine, but I’m embarrassed with-!” You looked helplessly in Bakugou’s direction.

“The hell is embarrassing about that?” Bakugou demanded, irritated now. “Everyone needs grooming! It’s-”

Hatsume whipped out your specialised super-onesie and Bakugou paused, staring.

After a beat of silence he spoke quietly, but firmly. “Make me one too.”

Your jaw dropped, staring at him in disbelief.

Hatsume was more than happy to, and actually had a spare lying around. Adding footies and gloves to cover all of Bakugou was easy.

He had to argue to convince you to let him use it, but the two were even radio-linked to so you and Bakugou could talk during the self-care sessions. It was definitely easier for you to pass the time. Sometimes you hung out, sometimes you had your alone time. But Bakugou loved you for giving him the option. Not that he’d admit it to your face.

[kitkatcarkeys]

Really embarrassing moments for Y/n and how the boys handled them (minific) - Todoroki

Todoroki:

You hadn’t expected it to rain, and were running hard to try to get home. 

Your water-spirit quirk was great. You could control water if it was nearby. Plus, in water you grew a mermaid tail and could swim and breathe like the fastest of fish. 

But getting drenched was the only condition. If you were wet enough, you transformed. And with the rain coming down like it was now, and nowhere to shelter, you were in trouble!

It would be fine if you had remembered your emergency poncho, but for once, it wasn’t in your bag! You had gotten a new one the day before and must have missed it somehow. You had been sure you packed it, but it was nowhere to be found! 

Suddenly, you felt your legs go out from under you, and you fell forwards, hard onto the pavement.

You looked down at your legs in dismay, your long, shining tail spread out behind you. It was beautiful and powerful, but useless on land. And right now it was distressing to see it. The lower half of your clothes and your shoes lay soaked on the ground. Your hero costume was made to accommodate the transformation, but you hadn’t dressed for this kind of thing today.

Wondering how you were going to get home like this, and worried that someone might try to hurt you in this stupid, embarrassing, vulnerable state, you cursed in frustration, rolling over to try to sit up.

Soaked as you were, and with the rain still pouring down, there still wasn’t enough water for you to be able to swim home, even if you manipulated it. Not with your current skill level, anyway.

Trying to figure out what to do, irritatingly brushing the rain out of your eyes, you caught sight of someone with an umbrella looking at you.

Your heart jumped and your face burned with humiliation.

It was Todoroki! You two had just started dating. You hadn’t even kissed yet. And now he was seeing you like this! Like this couldn’t get any more embarrassing!

You tried to scoot out of the way and hide behind a lamp post, but he had seen you.

“Y/n?” he asked, approaching quickly.

“Oh, um-” He was already in front of you. You were sitting on the street like an idiot, soaking wet. “Hi...” you mumbled, mortified.

“...You can’t walk with a fishtail.” he noted.

You looked away, wishing you had been able to hide in a bush or something.

Todoroki paused, then seemed to come out of a trance, moving his umbrella over you. “Sorry, here. It’s because of the rain, right?”

You would have been touched if you weren’t so embarassed. “Thank you,” you said quietly, “but I’m already soaked. I won’t be able to change back until I dry off.”

“...I could dry you off with my heat quirk.” he offered.

You paused a moment. You didn’t want to accept, but you wanted to be stuck like this even less. “That would be great, actually. Can I cover my legs-tail though? My clothes kind of...”

Todoroki looked in the direction you did, and his eyes widened, steam rising off his skin as he looked directly at your underwear lying in the street. 

“Oh.” He said, eyes wide, covering his eyes as though it helped (it kind of did), then looking straight at your face. “Should I... dry those too?”

“No need!” you insisted, looking away. “The rest would be plenty! Thank you!” You threw (not your underwear) over his left arm once he offered it, and took your jacket off to cover your lap as they dried. The underwear in the puddle, you grabbed and stuffed in a spare compartment in your bag. 

You hadn’t been sure what to expect next, but Todoroki took hold of the hem of your soaked top, and steam began rising off of it as it dried.

Once your fish tail disappeared, Todoroki turned around, keeping watch, still holding the umbrella over you. Thank goodness this side street was so quiet. No one could see you from here. There weren’t even any houses. You quickly tugged on the rescued clothes, and got to your feet, relieved.

“Thank you.” you said gratefully. “You can turn around, now.”

Todoroki did as he was told, and smiled to see you on your feet again.

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.” you asked gently.

“I won’t.” he said seriously.

“I’d be so embarrassed.” you said, hiding your face in your hands, “This is the third time this has happened in my whole life. I was a little kid the first two times. I always have a poncho to prevent it, but it’s missing today. I don’t know where I put it...”

“I won’t tell anyone.” he smiled, “And you shouldn’t be embarrassed. Your quirk is yours. You should be proud of it. I’m glad it was me who found you.”

You were relieved that he was so mature about it, and felt your face flush at his words.

Todoroki insisted on walking you home, linking arms to “keep you dry”. Whether that was the reason or not, you weren’t about to stop him. His warm left side was so comforting, and his considerate way was so touching.

You were still embarrassed at having been found the way you were, and at your hair that had frizzed in the rain, but you forgot all about it when he hugged you at your door and kissed your cheek.

It wasn’t until after he left and you had gone to throw your underwear in the wash, you realised the poncho had been there the whole time.

You’d need to get used to this bag.

[kitkatcarkeys]

Reader with a Magical Girl Quirk

Bakugou

As expected of Bakugou and his need to feel better than those around him, he laughed in your face when you first admitted that you needed to do a magical girl transformation to use your quirk.

He told you it was the lamest thing he’d ever heard, cackling on even as the other girls told him to shut up.

“What do you do? Blow fuckin’ kisses at villains?” he mocked, still sneering and cackling. “Threaten to spank them? Do you throw a little tiara or smack them with a purse?”

You were already a bit embarrassed about having to do something so flamboyant even before he started talking, but it was your quirk, and dammit, you were going to use it!

Is what you told yourself.

In reality, you didn’t want Bakugou to see you transform, because you were self-conscious enough in front of him as it was.

Yeah, he was bad-tempered, stubborn, obnoxious, loud-mouthed, rude as hell and conceited as could be. But he was smart, strong, hard-working, powerful, reliable, passionate, great in the kitchen and annoyingly good-looking. There were so many nice boys in class, why on earth did you like him?

So you tried to go as long as you could without transforming in front of him. You could fight without being transformed as well, having studied hand-to-hand combat and being given a weapon support item upon entering the school. But you knew you couldn’t hold back forever. It wasn’t even like your transformation used a lot of energy. You just had to keep your focus to maintain it.

Of course, it couldn’t last.

You and your class were surrounded. Todoroki had made a barrier of ice around you all, but it would only last for so long.

You looked at the mass of enemies chipping away at it and made your decision. You shoved your support weapon into your belt.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Uraraka asked, surprised to see you putting away a weapon when you guys really needed to fight.

“I’m about to have something much better.” You explained calmly, gathering your focus. Your classmates were looking at you. They hadn’t seen you transform before. You stood up straight and raised your hand above your head. You inhaled deeply and said in a loud, determined voice, “Transform me!”

Suddenly, you were enveloped in golden light.

Your outftit changed, your body changed, even your hair got bigger and stronger. No one could get near you, the mix of blinding light and fire making you as bright as the sun. It actually seemed to push them back like some sort of barrier. There was something in your hand, but they couldn’t tell what it was.

The light faded, and your classmates gaped at the result of your transformation.

Bakugou had seen pictures of magical girls in adverts for things like Sailor Planet, Sparkle Squad and even the Incredible Ladybird on TV. When you said magical girl, he had been expecting frills, hearts on your outfit, cute poses, crap like that. But you were a far cry from what he had been expecting.

You were tall. Very tall. Easily seven feet, towering over even Shouji. Your form was feminine, but muscular and draped in silk and armour. You wore a golden crown that came down to guard the sides of your face, and guards on your shins and forearms. The word “amazon” came to mind. You oozed power and looked like a royal. You held a thick, golden staff.

You looked like you’d chew up Sailor Planet and spit her out in a heartbeat.

“What the hell kind of magical girl transformation as that?!” Mineta demanded, “You didn’t even get naked! Where’s the skimpy outfit?! You have shorts on under your skirt! I’m at the perfect angle to see up it and you do that to me?!”

You picked the boy up by the collar with one hand and no effort and looked him in the face. He got very quiet. You didn’t need to speak. You dropped him on his ass into the dirt and made your way to a widening crack in the ice barrier.

“Everyone, get behind me. Todoroki-kun, I’m going for whatever comes through here.” You spoke softly, but firmly.

The boy nodded and your classmates didn’t argue. They didn’t know what you were going to do.

You raised your staff above your head, and the moment the crack in the ice widened enough to fit it through, you brought it down on the earth. It split and tremored at your feet, throwing every villain in front of you flying. Your classmates behind you were untouched.

Todoroki dropped the ice wall, and your classmates rushed forward, taking advantage of the stunned enemies’ states.

All except for Bakugou, who gaped up at you, feeling strangely small in his threatening outfit. He had never met a queen, but imagined that this must be how it felt.

You cast your eyes down at him, and a smirk graced your lips.

“Are you going to fight, or are you waiting for me to blow you a kiss?”

Bakugou took off at once, yelling a flustered “Shuddup!” back at you. He didn’t want you to see how red he was.

Kirishima

Kirishima, nice as always, was supportive when you admitted that your quirk required a magical girl transformation.

You were a bit embarrassed about it, but it was your quirk and you knew it was a good one, and well-suited for the job you wanted to do.

You had a huge crush on Kirishima, who was always going on about toughness and manliness.

You knew in your heart that he would be kind no matter what, but you were still shy about letting him see you transformed. So you tried to hold off on transforming.

You didn’t need to use your quirk all the time. A lot of the time your hand-to-hand abilities and support item were enough.

But once it came to serious fights, you had to resort to transforming.

You were tired. You had been running as fast as you could for as long as you could. You couldn’t keep up with Ibara, she was just too fast for you.

You could see and hear Kirishima in the crowd, roaring encouragement amongst your other classmates.

A thorny vine wrapped itself around your leg, and exhausted, you stumbled and fell. Another grabbed you around the waist, pulling you upright and dragging you back.

Somewhere in the crowd, Monoma was mocking you, gloating about “1B’s superiority”.

You couldn’t waste any more time. The vines were creeping up your chest and arms, soon even your face would be covered.

You raised your face towards the sky, and inhaled deeply, bracing yourself and gathering your focus.

“Transform me!” you cried.

Blinding pink light enveloped you.

Startled and pushed back, Ibara dropped you, releasing the thorny binds and shielding her eyes.

Your hair got longer and tied up in frilly bows. Your clothes changed in a flash of pink light, and you dropped to the ground, landing on your feet in pink ballet pumps. You wore a frilly skirt with copious petticoats and a frilly little top. Fairy wings had sprouted from your back, and you seemed to shed glitter. You held a sparkly baton about as long as a ruler, a heart on the end.

There was a beat of silence.

Mad cackling and jeering sounded from the crowd. It sounded like Bakugou and Monoma.

Your eyes caught Kirishima’s in the crowd. He was staring, open-mouthed and dumbfounded.

You felt your face turn pink as well.

Ibara had collected herself. Her repulsed vines had wrapped together into a ball, the girl adding to them to make a ball the size of an elephant. Said ball had been lifted, and you saw it just as it paused midair before being swung down towards you.

Instinctively, you turned on the spot, twirling your tiny baton, which transformed mid-spin into a hammer with a heart-shaped head the size of a bull. You slammed the ball of thorns with it just as you finished your spin. The ridiculous force knocked the massive projectile far out of the arena, the vines that had attached it to Ibara’s head broke about a metre from her scalp and the unprepared girl was sent flying fifteen feet backwards.

Bakugou and Monoma had stopped laughing.

Your pink, heart-decorated hammer was not to be fucked with.

Ibara was fine, but startled, and had been knocked out of bounds.

Your classmates were amazed and swarmed you after your victory, demanding to know why you had chosen to wait to transform.

-“You’re crazy strong, girl!” Mina exclaimed.

“And your outfit is so adorable when you transform!” Hagakure squealed.

“Why wait to use your quirk?” Uraraka asked, shocked.

You saw Kirishima approaching, but you couldn’t leave Uraraka hanging.

“Well, I’m not that great at mitigating the power yet, so it’s kind of all-or-nothing right now. Which isn’t always practical.” you admitted sheepishly.

“Y/n!” Kirishima called, grinning widely at you. You felt your heart skip a beat. “That was a super manly performance!”

“What part of it was manly?” Hagakure demanded. “She’s super cute!”

“No, that’s not-I mean she is cute but-” Kirishima was getting red. “What I mean is- Y/n, your quirk is really cool and so are you! You looked great-did great! Great good job very much-”

Bakugou passed by and barked for Kirishima to follow him, rescuing the boy from his own babbling.

[kitkatcarkeys]

Reader with an indestructibility quirk vs Bakugou

You went through various training exercises as time went on, but still, nobody knew your quirk, just that you were really good at hand-to-hand combat. It wasn't that you were trying to hide it, you just wanted to show people rather than tell them about it, and you hadn't really had a good opportunity yet.

Until one day, about three weeks into the school year, your teacher Aizawa decided on a certain training exercise.

It was the perfect opportunity, and against the perfect opponent.

-

 Bakugou glared daggers at you from across the training field.

Aizawa had pulled both of your names from a bag.

Deku lying to him for years and acting quirkless was bad enough, but here you were, hiding your damn quirk and thinking you were hot fuckin' shit. He didn't care if you were a girl, or if he ended up scarring your pretty face. As far as Bakugou was concerned, if you seriously thought you could fight against him and not have to worry about losing teeth or fucking up your face, you deserved whatever you got.

Aizawa spoke aloud. “The purpose of this exercise is to simulate a real-life scenario in which a hero may need to occupy a villain while waiting for backup. To pass, you need to either defeat the villain or hold them off for ten minutes. If you become unable to fight, the villain wins, and you fail. This is a pass/fail exercise. As such, you will not gain or lose points for either approach. Bakugou, you're acting as the hero in this situation. L/n, you're acting as the villain.”

“How do we know if it's gone too far?” you asked, brow knitting slightly in concern.

Were you scared of him? Bakugou sneered. You should be.

“I'll stop the match if it seems that way.” Aizawa said.

Bakugou cracked his knuckles in anticipation. He didn't know what your quirk was, and he didn't care. As far as he was concerned, he was going to win, and he would win before three minutes had passed.

You didn't look excited like he was, but you didn't look worried either.

Bakugou looked you up and down. Your hero costume was “cutesy”. It pissed him off to look at it. Your h/l, h/c hair was tied back with a f/c, bunny ear scrunchie. You wore a matching short skirt and cropped jacket over a black one-piece. The legs of the one-piece were just visible below your skirt, stopping about mid-thigh. Your shoes were simple, almost resembling sneakers but being much sturdier. You looked like a fucking Powerpuff girl. No armour of any kind was immediately discernible. It could be that your black underclothes were some kind of kevlar, but he honestly couldn't tell. About the only things you had that did look vaguely threatening were the two metal knuckle dusters on your hands, both studded with what looked to be pointed diamonds at their main points of contact. Your knees, elbows and shoes also had similar studs on black bands, indicating similar offensive use in hand-to-hand fighting.

Bakugou was confident, but he wasn't stupid. He didn't know your quirk, but if those diamond knuckles were your weapons then clearly you were fond of close combat. So, he'd blast you from a distance before you managed to pull anything. A straightforward, easy win. He wasn't about to hold back.

Cool, e/c eyes observed him.

Why the fuck was you so relaxed-looking? A poker face? You knew his quirk, you knew his explosions were powerful, did you think he'd hold back? Were you fucking underestimating him?

“Hold back and I'll kill you.” he growled.

“You can try.” you replied nonchalantly.

...Maybe your quirk was related? Heat resistance? Thick skin? Didn't matter, he'd blast you into a building or just punch you to shit, then.

“Ready...” Aizawa began.

You both took stances.

“Start.”

You ran at him, fists clenched, h/c hair moving with the wind.

Bakugou smirked and raised his gauntlets, firing off an explosion when you were less than five metres away.

You ducked, rolled, and sprang up to swing at his face. He barely avoided it, the blow coming so close that the scent of the metal on your hands drifted into his nostrils.

You were fast, he realised with a jolt. Really fucking fast. How the fuck did you dodge that blast from that close? Your hair wasn't even singed.

Pain and confusion. Your other fist had connected with his face, striking him right on the end of the nose, knocking him back. His vision turned white from the agony. Fuck, you were strong, too.

Bakugou blasted in your direction again, but this time it was to propel himself back to retreat more than to try to injure you. He cursed himself for running rather than attacking. He couldn't see properly. His face hurt like fuck and tears welling up blurred his vision.

You were there again. What the fuck kind of ability was this?

A powerful kick landed in his stomach. He couldn't breathe. Two more blows struck his face.

Those studs hurt like shit.

Another blow to the gut.

He was actually on the defensive, trying to block your barrages.

He staggered back and raised a hand to blast at you. You kicked it and threw off his aim. The explosion flew harmlessly past you.

He tried again, this time you stepped sideways, punching at him again.

It was like he was moving in slow motion.

He met your eyes.

You were calm as could be.

‘Fuck this bitch.’ he thought.

Bakugou could only try to retreat while he cleared his vision.

A quirk for enhanced speed and strength? It was the only explanation.

Bakugou was furious. He landed and swung at you, who was already upon him, aiming an explosion at your infuriatingly unconcerned face. You leaned slightly to the left and avoided it, then elbowed his jaw full force in response. Bakugou blocked a kick and threw one of his own. You blocked it and moved forward to strike again.

He cursed how bulky his gauntlets were. The design made close combat like this a pain in the ass. You kept hitting him. He kept aiming explosions, but you kept fucking dodging them. You didn't even look fazed by them. It was infuriating!

Every time he would swing or blast, you had already moved. Foresight? Was that your quirk? No, it couldn’t be just that. You were too damn good for it to be just that.

You were getting in way too many fucking hits. And even the ones he thought he was landing never seemed to land properly. No visible damage. That same fucking expression. More and more bruises on only his body.

You just kept coming. Another strike to his face and he felt a molar wobble in its socket.

You had just knocked his tooth loose.

Another punch and it flew from his face, landing in the dirt along with a mouthful of blood.

You glanced towards Aizawa, but he clearly had no intention of stopping you.

“You don't have time to look away!” Bakugou snarled, raising his arm.

You knocked it away. Bakugou was tired now and could feel himself getting slower. You kneed him in the gut, then kicked him in the side. More punches, to his chest and even his throat. You were relentless.

How long had you two been fighting for? It couldn't have even been five minutes but you were fucking destroying him. He needed a plan. He couldn't fucking lose. He blasted you backwards with the force of an explosion, feeling momentary relief, but you just rolled backwards onto your feet and came at him again. Zero hesitation.

What the fuck?! You must have some kind of flame resistance. Did you have a combination of quirks? Like that Icyhot bastard?

He wasn't doing this again.

Bakugou took to the air with a blast. Way more height than he needed. He had to think.

You stared up at him, waiting for his descent. Like you weren't even fucking scared.

A thought came to him. Heat resistance wasn't any good against falls.

He landed, grinning wildly at the thought of finally wrecking you.

You were upon him.

“Gotcha.” He snarled, grabbing you with one hand and firing at your entire body point blank with the other. He swung you around and blasted you skywards.

Once you were airborne above him, he grinned wickedly, pulled the pin from his gauntlet and bellowed “DIE” through a bloody mouth.

A gargantuan blast enveloped your body. Your classmates screamed in horror at the unleashed force. It was complete overkill for a training exercise. There was so much smoke, they couldn't even see you two.

Too overcome with the thrill of victory to have been properly considering his actions, Bakugou froze. Did he just kill you? Was he going to prison?

Through the clearing smoke, he met your eyes as you fell back to earth.

He felt relief. Then incredulity. Then fury.

Those calm, fucking eyes.

You landed with a forward roll.

He had no explosions left.

You sprang to your feet. You weren't even burned.

He couldn't lift his arms from the ache he felt.

You sprinted straight at him. Your clothes were fine too.

He couldn't even try to defend himself.

You pulled back your arm.

Shit. Shit! Shit!

Your studded fist connected and everything went black.

-

 Recovery girl’s face swam before his vision. Bakugou blinked dopily.

“How are you feeling, dearie? You’re looking much better than you were.”

Bakugou's memories of the fight came flooding back to him.

He had lost. And he had failed.

Rage filled his body. He sat up at once and instantly regretted it. His gut, his side, his face, his limbs, it all hurt like hell.

“Careful young man, your classmate did a real number on you. I've healed most of the damage, but you'll probably still feel a bit tender and bruised. You had multiple bone fractures, after all, among other things. But your tooth is back in place and should be fine.”

He went to snarl but his face and throat hurt too much.

He flopped back in bed, silently and motionlessly fuming.

He suddenly realised that he never even worked out your quirk. A fresh wave of frustration flooded through him. He was actually shaking with rage.

Recovery Girl left the room and an f/c skirt came into the corner of his vision.

“Are you okay?”

He looked up at the wearer, irate. Those same e/c eyes, but now looking slightly guilty.

The fuck were you feeling guilty for? Not holding back? You thought he was weak? You were looking down on him.

His face contorted in fury, he ignored the pain it brought.

“How long?” he demanded with a snarl.

You blinked at him. “I got here about five minutes ago. You've been here for a few hours.”

“Not that shit!” he growled, glaring daggers. “How long was our match?”

You looked at him with those fucking eyes. You were silent a moment. “...Not long enough for you to pass.” you said eventually.

“How fucking long?” he hissed. He needed to know. He needed to know how close he had gotten to winning. He needed to know where he stood.

You looked away, then back at him, and softly said; “Four minutes and four seconds.”

His face fell instantly. Forget beating her in three minutes, he hadn't even lasted for half the time he was supposed to.

“Class is already over for the day, by the way.”

He put his head in his hands, raging, angry tears coming up in his eyes that he didn't want you to see.

There was silence.

Aizawa walked in the door, greeting you both tiredly.

“I've come to give you your feedback.” he said, “Bakugou, you failed the exercise, of course.”

Bakugou couldn't even grit his teeth properly, far too conscious of his freshly-fixed tooth and bruised jaw bones.

“You would have been much better off trying to occupy l/n and run out time than beat her. Clearly, you didn't know anything about her quirk. In that situation, you should try to gather information while playing it safe. Not rush in blind. Were that a real fight, you'd have died.”

Aizawa turned to look at you. “L/n, you did well. Full marks.”

“Thank you, sensei.” You could feel the animosity radiating off of Bakugou. “Is there anywhere I could have improved?”

“You could have knocked him out sooner. It was clear to me that you were trying to make the match last longer than it needed to.”

Bakugou's head snapped up to look at you, and he winced at the click his neck made.

“If you hesitate in an exercise like that, you’re giving your opponent a sub-standard experience and understanding of reality in a fight.”

You looked pointedly not in Bakugou's direction, regretting your question. “Ah... understood. Thank you, sensei.”

“Well, that’ll be all.” Aizawa said, leaving, “I'll see you both in class tomorrow. Bakugou, make sure to get the homework off the others.”

Once your teacher was gone, you stood up to leave.

“What's your quirk?” Bakugou growled quietly.

You stopped short, turning to look at him. He looked furious.

You decided to try your chances. It wasn't like he would hurt you, anyway. “You're bright. What do you think it is?”

He snarled. “Quit fucking around and tell me!”

“Guess and I’ll tell you if you’re right or not.”

“…Enhanced speed and strength.”

You thought about it. “You’re not wrong, but you’re not really right, either.”

“The fuck is that meant to mean?”

“Those are more side effects than the main basis.”

His eyes narrowed further. “…Flame resistance?”

“Same again. Side effects.”

A thought occurred to Bakugou. If those were side effects of her main quirk… “It’s instantaneous regeneration.” he said finally.

You made a loud wrong buzzer sound, and Bakugou looked furious. “Super wrong! But you’re on the right train of thought.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?! Super wrong but close?!” His voice was scratchy, but Bakugou went to guess again. You interrupted.

“That’s three guesses, try again tomorrow.”

“You never said I had a limit!” he barked.

“I just decided.” you shrugged. “Got other stuff to do. Glad you’re recovering, though. Bye~!”

Bakugou shouted after you, trying to get out of bed, but he rolled over and felt himself collapse onto the sheets in exhaustion. You and the energy used in healing had seriously fucked him up.

-

 Every day afterwards, Bakugou would give three guesses, not caring who you were with or what you were doing. He would nearly always try to guess more than three times as well, but you quickly told him that if he didn’t stick to the three attempts rule, you’d just lie even if he did get it.

Your friends knew your quirk, as you had told them, but they hadn’t told Bakugou. He hadn’t even thought to ask them.

Midoriya had asked one day about your quirk, but Bakugou was within earshot, and you gently explained to Midoriya why you weren’t willing to discuss it then and there.

Poor boy suffered for that one.

-

 Then finally, you and your classmates were in a training session gone very, very wrong. Criminals were swarming the place, and yourself, Bakugou and Kirishima had been transported to the same place when students were separated.

Kirishima was a stand-up guy. A little overly-ethusiastic about looking macho, but very good. He seemed to enjoy Bakugou’s company despite the very literally explosive nature of the boy. Kirishima didn’t know your quirk either, and was quick to reassure you that he had your back.

-

 You had all just finished off a small group of foes, but more enemies could be heard approaching from up ahead.

You clicked your tongue in irritation.

“What? You scared or somethin’?” Bakugou sneered.

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously not. I just know that you're going to be totally pissed with me in a minute.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed even more. “Hah!? The fuck?! What for?!”

As if in answer, you adjusted your grip on your knuckle dusters and two short, curved blades slid out from within them.

Bakugou's eyebrows raised. He hadn't seen them before. With a surge of anger, he realised yet another way that you had been holding back in your fight with him.

You saw his face change. “This isn't the time to let your ego to get the better of you.” you said bluntly. “I wasn't going to cut your face up, get over it. We can have a rematch later. Right now, we're destroying these fuckers.”

Bakugou was furious and had already begun yelling out his indignation, but the enemies were upon you all.

You swung your fist, and Bakugou heard a crunch.

The man's nose had crumpled under your blow, clearly broken.

In the same quarter-second, you struck the man's throat. He clutched at his spasming muscles, unable to breathe. Your foot collided with the side of his head, and the massive man collapsed to the ground, unconscious. It had taken you all of two seconds to bring down a man twice your size.

Bakugou and Kirishima were fighting their own opponents, but the boys couldn’t help glancing at you. The contrast between your pretty girl appearance and the violence of your fighting were quite stark.

Another came at you, and you punched this person thrice in the gut, each blow lifting them further up off the ground. A roundhouse kick sent them flying back into three other villains.

You were even more vicious than he had realised. Bakugou processed the scene before him, it steadily sinking in that you had gone easy on him in more ways than one.

How were you so fast and so strong? He still didn't know your quirk. He was half-fighting, half-watching you.

He met Kirishima’s eyes, and the redhead gave him an expression that could only have meant ‘holy crap’. He wasn’t the only one amazed at your skill.

Bakugou and Kirishima noticed a flash of silver as one enemy drew a hidden knife, aiming it at your side. You didn't react to it. Had you not seen it?

Oh shit.

Bakugou opened his mouth to shout a warning, but the man had already struck.

The knife bounced off you like it was made of rubber. You landed a studded fist right into the man’s eye socket.

Your classmates watched as you grabbed the blade of the knife with your bare hands, yanked it from the man’s grasp, and taking advantage of his shocked reaction, slammed his face down into your rising knee.

Bakugou gaped, almost missing the villain approaching him. He took them down, obviously. With a point-blank explosion to the face for good measure.

He turned back to see if there were any others left, but only saw Kirishima by a pile of knocked out enemies and you standing calmly next to a pile of unconscious and bloodied losers, looking straight at him.

When it was all over, Kirishima was relieved to see you unhurt, but very confused. “Is your hand okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” you said calmly, holding it up for them both to see.

Bakugou felt his cheeks redden.

Who knew he'd find a powerful girl with bloodied weapons this attractive? He’d hated you when you were kicking his ass, but watching you do it to someone else was really something.

“We should keep going.” you said. “The others could need help.” You weren't even out of breath.

Kirishima agreed at once, fists raised and ready. “They might not have the offensive power we do!”

Bakugou disagreed. “These are just small-fry villains. Our classmates can handle them. I say we go for that black mist bastard. The villains can’t teleport out without him.”

You turned your eyes on him, thinking briefly. It made sense. “…Good idea, Bakugou. I’m in.”

You turned and walked quickly along the corridor. Bakugou and Kirishima hastily followed. The blond was trying not to show his being pleased with your compliment, and hung back rather than walking ahead for the chance to study you more.

Kirishima was strong, and so was he, but despite looking like a cutesy girl, you were more than able to hold you own even against adult men twice your size. He was so amazed that his next inquiry actually sounded polite.

“...What is your quirk?” he asked quietly, cautious of the possibility of nearby enemies.

You gave him a small smile. He thought you looked a little smug, but fuck, you'd earned it.

“I'm indestructible. Inside and out.”

Indestructible? How? He must have spoken his questions aloud. That or you knew where his mind went to.

“Physical blows, chemicals, pressure, heat, disease, et cetera. None of it affects me. There's a threshold for what my body will allow, and then it refuses to yield. If it would cause damage, then my body prevents it. Whether I'm in a hot bath or sitting in lava, I feel the same amount of heat. It never crosses the pain threshold. Because it never gets to the point of being able to cause damage.”

‘Her body tells damage to fuck off.’ He thought. ‘She's actually indestructible. That's fucking awesome.’

“Are there any side effects?” Kirishima asked.

“Well…” you thought a moment. “It’s not something I can control, it’s just the way I am. So I can’t get my ears pierced. Cutting my hair and nails takes ridiculous force and specially-designed tools, but is just barely possible-not by hand, of course. And… I’m not sure that I can taste spicy stuff properly? I like the smells and flavours, though.”

“Huh. Pretty good as far as trade-offs go, then.” Kirishima replied.

“Obviously I can still die from starvation, or suffocation-not strangulation, my body stops that from working-or that kind of thing.” you shrugged. “I won't burn to death sitting in lava but I'll feel warm and sweat, so dehydration is a possibility. And cold will make me burn extra calories of course, so there’s that. But they can only weaken me indirectly.”

You paused, looking around a corner before waving for the boys to continue.

“So being deprived of what I need is still dangerous. I'm not invincible. Still human. But yeah, that's me.”

“And your speed and your strength...?” the redhead asked.

“I'm really fit. I’ve trained a lot. I get tired eventually, but I don't have sore muscles slowing me down like other people do. Plus I can fight without worrying about exceeding my limits.”

Bakugou stared. That was why she had no armour. Her clothes weren't protecting her. They were just supposed to be durable enough to try to keep up with her.

And if that was her quirk then of course his approach to their match hadn't worked.

Bakugou came to two realisations at once.

One: He had to be more creative with how he won if there were people who literally could not have the shit beaten out of them.

Two: y/n was a fucking tank and actually someone worth knowing. …Plus she was hot, but he kind of knew that before, anyway.

Not that he’d fucking admit it.

That didn’t stop him from finding himself trying to come up with a way to make you eat super spicy food with him. Not a date, of course. A competition. And he’d cook it, because he’s as good as any chef, why not?

[kitkatcarkeys]

Bakugou’s Girlfriend Gets Sick of His Insulting Nicknames for Her (minific)

Most people called their partner by their name or something nice. 

Bakugou Katsuki was not most people.

-

"Oi, Dumbass!" 

You paused, feeling your mood sour slightly. You loved your boyfriend, but you hated his nicknames for you.

"Yeah?" you asked, turning and closing your locker.

“You look wrecked, you not sleeping or some shit?”

“I’m fine, Bakugou.” you sighed.

-

The truth was, you were not fine. 

You knew he thought well of you and liked you, and you liked him too. You could handle his brashness and see the well-meaning behind his crude words. 

But these negative nicknames were really starting to get to you. You felt your confidence being chipped away with every “dumbass”, “dipshit” and “shithead”.

But Bakugou being Bakugou, he wasn’t one to notice subtle things like that, or think about whether his words would hurt feelings.

You had thought the rudeness would decrease when you started dating, but if anything, it had only gotten worse.

-

Your friends could see the light dimming in your eyes over time with it, but every time they offered to do or say something, you refused. You didn’t want them to have to do that. 

So you lied and said it was no big deal. That you didn’t care.

They didn’t buy it, of course, but they couldn’t do something you didn’t want them to. You found you were needing to lie a lot these days.

-

Gathered in the common room, you were playing games with Kaminari, Mina and Sero. Kirishima was on the couch, sitting this round out as all five of you took turns on the console. It was really fun and you were having a ball.

But then your boyfriend showed up.

“Haah?! Playing shitty games again? You’re gonna ruin your eyes, Dumbass!” he prodded you in the head.

“We’re just having a little fun.” you said, waving him off with one hand as you sent Mina’s character flying with the other. She squealed in protest.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?!”

“Relaxation is important!” Kaminari argued.

“Bakubro, why don’t you join in next round?” Kirishima suggested cheerily.

“Those things are bad for your brain, and I’m going to bed in an hour!” he barked back.

“Grandpa Bakugou~” Sero teased.

The blond bristled and tugged on your sleeve. Your character slipped off the platform and died as a result. Your shoulders sank.

You had been so close to beating Sero. You’d never managed to get so close before. It wasn’t a big deal, you were just trying to have fun with your friends.But even that was being ruined right now.

Bakugou was oblivious. "C'mon, Shithead! We're leaving!" 

Something in you snapped.

"...My name isn't "Shithead"." 

Bakugou paused, surprised at your response. "... What?"

You rounded on him, all of your built up anger finally spilling over. You didn't care that your friends were there. You had had enough.

You stood up and rounded on Bakugou.

"If I'm such a "dumbass", such a "shithead", then why don't you just dump me already?! Or are you too much of a fucking coward?!"

Your friends watched with stunned silence. Even Bakugou was shocked speechless. You weren't stopping. 

"Do you have any idea how badly you treat me?" you went on, jabbing a finger into the chest of your tight-lipped boyfriend. "Kendo treats Monoma better than you treat me, and he's an asshat!"

Poor Monoma didn't deserve to be dragged into this.

Your voice then got scarily soft, looking Bakugou dead in the eyes, your faces mere inches apart. 

"If you actually want me to hang around, you better get your shit together and fucking act like it before I decide to dump your ass."

With that, you grabbed your things and left.

-

Still in the common room, Bakugou exploded. 

"What the fuck was that about?"

Kirishima was the only one brave enough to broach something so sensitive.

“Bro, most people don’t call their girlfriends something so insulting.”

“I’m not most people! She knows that!”

“You still shouldn’t call her things like “Shithead”! She’s really good to you and you’re treating her like crap!”

“...It’s honestly amazing that she’s put up with it for so long.” Mina admitted quietly. “A lot of girls would have dumped you ages ago for it.”

"Wha-?!” Bakugou had been about to argue, but stopped when he realised how serious Mina was being. 

“You’re in deep shit, bro.” Sero advised sagely.

Bakugou’s face dropped as he realised jsut how close he was to losing you. He needed to fix this. And fast. “...What do I do?”

-

You were furious. Absolutely irate.

You hadn’t spoken to Bakugou in almost two days.

You wouldn’t answer his calls or read his texts. If you heard or saw one more insult from him you might actually lose your mind.

You wouldn’t look at him in class. If he entered a room in the dorms, you left.

You were faster than Bakugou. You always had been. If you saw him approaching you in the yard you ran and he could not catch up.

You knew you couldn’t ignore him forever, but you were too damn angry to even think about being around him.

It had only been two days, but there were already rumors that you two had broken up. Mineta had approached you offering to soothe any feelings of loneliness, but after you dangled him over the edge of a window, he got the message to not bother you anymore.

-

Bakugou was losing his mind.

He was chasing you around, calling you, texting you, doing everything he could to try to get you alone and apologise to you, but not only were you giving him total radio silence, you were treating him like a fucking leper and wouldn’t let him anywhere near you.

He wasn’t patient, and you were killing him. And his guilt was eating him up inside. He was selfish. He knew that. He didn’t compromise enough. He knew that. 

But he had missed you even before this fight. It was the whole reason he had tried to drag you away from that game in the first place. With training and schoolwork and clashing schedules, you two hadn’t had a proper date in almost a month. He had just wanted an hour alone with you to cuddle before he had to go to bed. To have you in his arms and feel you near. That was all he had wanted. 

And now he was struggling just to try to keep you.

Three days was his breaking point.

-

Bakugou stomped into class, approaching your desk. Your classmates turned to look at him heading your way, hushing in their curiosity of what was to follow. You pointedly flipped through your phone, ignoring him.

“I’m sorry, l/n.” he said clearly. “You’ve been amazing to me and I’ve been a dumbass and a shitty boyfriend to you.”

You paused. It was strange to hear him using your surname. It had been so long since you’d heard it from him instead of an insult. 

“I’m going to work on the mean nicknames thing. Not just with you, but with everyone. No more insults. And if there’s anything else, just say it. Anytime.” He took a moment to ready his nerves. He hated that everyone was watching. “...I really fucking miss you, y/n.”

You looked up at that. He was red to the tips of his ears, clearly embarrassed, but determined. Not only was he was saying all of this in front of your classmates, but it was also his first time using your first name. He knew you could mock him in front of everyone if you wanted to.

But you wouldn’t. 

You stood up and gave him a hug. “...I missed you too.” you admitted.

Your class erupted in cheers and wolf-whistles.

“Oh, thank god.” Bakugou sighed in relief, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you close

“You’re making me dinner tonight.” you grinned. 

“Whatever you want.” he agreed. He was just glad to have you back.

“Take your seats before I give you both detention.” Aizawa drawled.

You separated quickly and took your seats, but already knew what your plans for the evening would be. 

A shit-ton of cuddling.

[kitkatcarkeys]

Todoroki x reader Fantasy and Soulmate AU with Arranged Marriage

You were a princess, and first in line to the throne. 

Your family’s kingdom was large and powerful, rivaled only by your neighbour. 

Two weeks before you were to reach marriageable age, your family received a letter from said neighbor. 

Fire King Endeavour was proposing to unite your powerful kingdoms through an arranged marriage between you and his son.

It was phrased as a request, but you and your family knew there was no intention of being refused.

King Endeavour was extremely powerful, and widely known as ruthless and cruel, ruling his kingdom and court with an iron fist. Those who opposed him either lived the rest of their lives in misery, or simply didn’t survive long enough to properly regret it.

Refusal of the proposal would no doubt begin a vicious war that your side would eventually lose and your people would suffer for.

Even as you gazed miserably at the unclaimed soulmate mark on the back of your hand, you knew you had no choice.

-

Prince Todoroki Shouto was the prince of the neighboring kingdom, and first in line to the Fire Kingdom despite being the youngest.

You met him two weeks later, on the day of your birthday and the wedding.

He was sullen and scarred, a large burn mark over his left eye. He oozed confidence, power, and animosity. He was cold. Very cold.

He looked completely displeased with the arrangement, but did all of the necessary royal courtesies, as did you. 

He bowed upon meeting you, had your gift presented by servants, used all of the proper language and never once touched you. 

But still, he was so very cold and angry. 

He refused to meet his father’s eyes, and barely looked at you when possible.

You were both dressed splendidly. 

You had never felt so beautiful, or so very sad. But as future queen, you could only do what was best for your kingdom. 

-

Prince Todoroki faced you at the top of the room, the officiator beside you both, mere minutes away from unification.

He removed his cloak and placed it on your shoulders, a symbol of you coming under his care and into his house.

The officiator stood ready with the scarlet wedding cord to bind your hands in marriage.

You looked at the prince, and he looked back, neither of you happy, but once this far along in the ceremony, begrudgingly accepting. 

Your right hands touched. He felt like ice. 

Your soulmate mark lit up at once, white light spilling onto the crowd, drawing gasps and cries of shock.

The prince’s eyes widened, as did yours. 

He turned over your hand for a better look, and staring down, you saw a similar glow reflecting off of the white stone below your feet. 

You realised that he had a similar glowing mark on his own hand.

In an instant, things were different. 

The prince seemed to be in shock, and when he was done staring at your mark, he raised his eyes to look at your face. All traces of rage and animosity were gone in an instant.

As you gaped back at him in mute astonishment, the left side of his face ignited, and his right foot froze to the ground. 

You didn’t know whether it was shock or joy or some bizarre mixture of feelings, but you actually laughed. He smiled back at you. 

He wasn’t scary anymore. 

He was your soulmate.

[kitkatcarkeys]

Headcanons for Bakugou, Todoroki and Midoriya with an SO with an indestructibility quirk.

You’re immune to blunt force, disease, pressure, heat, cold, radiation, chemicals, etc. Things like heat and pressure never reach the pain threshold and can’t cause damage. After a certain point, your body simply refuses to yield. It’s always active, and you can’t control it. It’s simply how your body is built. You’re still vulnerable to things like dehydration, drowning and suffocation, though. You can handle bad stuff, you just can’t be deprived of good.

 Bakugou:

-Loves sparring with you. He was so excited to find someone he could go all out with without having to worry about hurting you. He once blasted you through multiple concrete walls and found you laughing in the dirt on the other side of the demolished building. You loved being thrown around. It didn’t hurt, so why would you mind? He just had to be careful you wouldn’t kick his ass. With a quirk like yours, close combat had a ridiculous advantage, and his explosions were little more than puffs of air to blow you back. Your first fight was ridiculously bad for him, especially since he hadn’t yet known your quirk at the time (you can read the full story here).

-He first thought you could handle spice as well as he does. Was a bit disappointed to find out that while you loved his cooking, spice didn’t really taste the same to you as it did other people. You could feel a kind of heat, but it didn’t hurt. But, he can make his food as hot as he wants without needing to split it up for multiple versions, so there’s a definite upside to it.

-Loves to make combination attacks with you. You holding someone while he blasts them, you detonating a grenade inside of a huge foe, him firing you upwards with a large blast for quick travel, the list goes on.

-So many spar dates. Your strong close combat abilities make great training for him. You love how he doesn’t hold back. And the feral, unhinged look in his eyes when he fights.

 Todoroki:

-Was surprised the first time he saw you display your quirk in a fight. Most people wouldn’t run through poisonous gas without hesitation, and yet, there you were, pummelling foes along the way. Someone tried to stab you and the knife broke on contact. But when an enemy tried to chloroform you and you took the bottle, chugged the contents and broke it over your own head before threatening them with the jagged bottle remains, he knew you were just showing off. He couldn’t think who for though (spoiler alert, it was for him).

-Jumped when he first saw you reach into boiling water to grab a spoon you dropped while cooking. Glad he can use his fire side without worrying about hurting you, but still isn’t totally comfortable with seeing you around hot things. You try to be considerate about not casually handling things like boiling water in front of him, but sometimes you slip up. You’re used to doing it while cooking, because it saves on washing up when you can just flip meat in a pan of hot oil with your hands. You use oven mitts in front of him even though you both know they’re useless for you. He appreciates the thought.

-He prefers to use ice, but on the rare occasion he does use fire, you like hiding in his blasts to punch unsuspecting enemies.

-Finds out you had a habit of setting yourself alight as a small child and showing people. You just thought it was warm and pretty. Your poor mother. There were so many fire safety things in your house.

 Midoriya:

-When the League of Villans and their noumu interrupted your class’ training session, you were punched straight upwards through the ceiling by the noumu just before All Might could get to you. Poor boy looked up at the shattered ceiling pane, you nowhere to be seen, and honestly thought you were dead. A few minutes later you came crashing back down, covered in glass shards, but completely unharmed. You bounced about three feet from the force of the impact, but rolled over onto your feet and ran right back into the fight, joining your allies and asking to be filled in on what you missed. He honestly cried with relief. Don't scare him like that!

-Was totally fascinated by your quirk and all the little intricacies of how it worked and what it applied to. Filled up like fifteen pages of notes easily. You could be very creative with how you applied it. Loves to see all the new things you come up with. Gets a bit antsy when he sees you do some really crazy shit, like jumping into massive machinery inner workings to stop them like a human wrench, but he trusts that you know what you can and can’t do. And being literally indestructible, the “can” list is very, very long. Got to throw you with One for All once as a combo attack. Felt a little bad, but you loved it.

-Cries out on instinct when you pull something out of the oven with bare hands. When you played the knife game with the kitchen knives he lost his mind. He didn’t care that you were indestructible, the poor boy was worried. Always afraid that there’ll be an exception. You reassure him that if there was, you’d have found it by now, but this boy’s mind is always going when it comes to quirk functions, especially yours.

-Tried not to laugh when he learned about you getting hit by a truck when you were little and having dented the truck in a perfect little y/n shape. It wasn't hard until he saw your dad took a photo and you looked so freakin’ proud of your mark on the vehicle.