#prohero deku

[kooocho]

midoriya izuku aesthetic

this is how i imagine him

[horizonoire]

emotional self regulation but instead turned into comfort cuz selfcare is important, always

[mysteriesmuse]

🎵🎶And the Haters Gonna Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. But the Heroes Gonna Train, train, train, train, train. Baby I’m just trying to chill, for real.

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You could not find any reason to be bothered by school or work on this vacation however, your childhood friends could not seem to share in that sentiment with you . . . ———

you were busy lounging on deck, sipping a mimosa while the boys did laps around the boat. the constant splashing and competitive bickering completely manageable with your drink and book in hand. Mr. Bakugou also stood out on deck grilling up the mornings catch for lunch. His own little handheld radio out beside him as he watched the sizzling smoke and drippings of the fish. except either the radio was getting softer or the bickering and splashing was getting a lot-

“This is pretty fucking brillant, Deku. We can brawl out here no problem!” “Brawl?! Kacchan,”

boom. “ this is supposed to be routine sparing!” whoosh. “Hah? Fine. I’ll still beat you though! Land, air, or water!” Boom. Boom. Crack. Whooshing. Snap.

Masaru sighed, turning up the volume of the radio.

you hummed along to his exasperated sentiment. Focusing on trying not to let their fight distract you - you were just getting into the good part! Izuku and Katsuki fought each other like something straight out of a comic book. Katsuki’s glittering orange palms and Izuku’s glowing green tendrils as the two clashed in the sky. eventually plummeting back down into the ocean with a splash so violent that you and Mr. Bakugou nearly jumped out of your skin. Salty pellets of water misting down from the sky and creating that misty rainbow from the childhood garden hose. The two of you locked eyes before reoccupying yourself with your previous tasks. The slaps of wet feet approaching as they climbed back onto the deck of the ship. the drippings started splashing onto your page- gosh darn it! you were in the middle of the climax! You hastily tried waving them off with your freehand. “you better acknowledge them y/n. Stubborn as you kids all are, they’re just gonna keep crowding around you like that until you’re all drenched.” you groaned and shut your eyes. Uncle Masaru was right. “Fine. What do you two want?” “well we wanted to lift some weight.” Katsuki. you turned another page, “so? Go ahead, you won’t bother me one bit. As long as you do it over there,” you pointed, “so you don’t keep getting me wet.” “Y/N, but we need something to lift.” Izuku this time.

you groaned, slotting your finger between the pages as you turned to look at them. Wet hair brushed back to reveal their foreheads. A rare sight for Katsuki. A distinctly familiar look in both their eyes. Your eyes flashed between their faces, “aaaannd what does that have to do with me?” you huffed. A boyish grin spread across both of their faces. “Senior, you’re the perfect weight.” Katsuki chipped, Izuku nodding along enthusiastically. “I’m sorry, what?” Izuku beamed holding his hands together as he begged you with his puppy dog eyes, “Come on N/N, it’ll just be some push-ups-“

“- and dead lifts” Katsuki interjected. “-and you can even continue reading your book! We just need you to sit on our backs.” Katsuki added again, “actually, I need you to stay like a log. Don’t think y’can read on that one.” your mouth dropped as you stared them down. Okay, so this was real. You threw your hands up, “Of course, who brings weights onto a houseboat in the middle of the ocean when you have a perfectly good childhood friend to use.” “and- hey wait a minute don’t you have each other?” Kacchan groaned as Izuku answered, “well it doesn’t work that way because the other person does their abs and we flip off so we’re getting it done together, but not at the same time-“ Kacchan leaned down into your face, with a lopsided smirk, “Y/N if you don’t get up and put that book down I’m gonna pick you up right now and change gears to doing cardio because I’m gonna tickle you. Do y’er understand?” Izuku leapt to your defense, “Wait! You said we wouldn’t force her by tickling!” “ohhhh we always force her by tickling -“

That was enough incentive for you to leap out of your chair and attempt to make a head start and run away . . . you wriggled and wheezed in Katsukis arm as he held you up in the air with only one arm. Mercilessly holding up his other hand to your side, “wait, waaait. No, no, no!”

He chuckled, “what’d ya’ think you gonna do? Outrun two pro heroes? Tch- not so smart college girl. Sick her, Izuku.” Panic flared through your body as Izuku kneeled on the ground next to your kicking legs. They were gonna get two of your tickle spots at once, your tummy and the underside of your feet. Evil boys. “No. Please!” you wheezed wriggling against the single arm python around your torso. His fingers fluttering against every soft spot of your body, wiggling his nose into the crook of your neck as you shove against his hold. “I don’t know Y/N this works pretty well! Kacchan and I can swap out too.” Suddenly your ankle was caught and you gasped. An BIG mistake because the second you did that wet lips latched onto your neck blowing raspberries into your sensitive spot and more feather touches crawled their way from the bottom of your foot to behind your knee. Katsuki somehow found the oxygen to yell as his head came up between a sloppy and slobbery assault on your neck, “fucking brillant.”

[deku--zine]

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[teeglass]

is it gay to kiss your homies after a near death experience?

[hot-wiings]

prohero!husband deku makes me soft

[subwayslander]

Hero?

Warnings: Crime, kind of. Implied violence. 

Summary: Pro!Hero Izuku is at an event when well-known wanted!reader takes over. This is based off of a tik tok i saw about an enemies-to-lovers scenario where the two dance to sus music. Imagine Howl’s Moving Castle song on a small dose of crack. 

He knew she was here, somewhere. Maybe it was between the gaps in the swaying dresses, or the stuttering echo of the clacking shoes. There was something completely missing. A vital part in the dance sequence that teetered on eerie. He didn’t come to find out what that unease in his bones was until she was there. 

The music was at its heights, all of a sudden gaining an intenseness that the party had lacked before. She wasn’t known for being flashy, but her comrades were. She was the catalyst for these events, the calm before the storm. So, as his dancing partner rotated onto the next, he was met with her e/c eyes. 

Out of reflex his hand gently held hers while the other stabilized her waist. She covered her slight surprise with a signature smile, and he smothered the seed of dread in his stomach. This would not end well. 

“Why are you here?” He asked, and of course it was a dumb question. Why would an enemy of the public suddenly fess up?

They swayed to the music calmly despite the growing despair he felt, “What usually happens when you see me?” 

To those that didn’t know her, the question seemed rhetorical. He knew better now, her curiosity almost always delayed her plans. He could work with that. 

“Chaos,” he deadpanned. There was a slight breath before he continued, “and usually your friends are nearby.” 

The music was slowly building up. There was an aching suspicion that she and the change in tempo were connected. He must’ve only had a few minutes left, at max. 

As violins steadily rose and tambourines clashed closer and closer together, he began to eye the guests surrounding them. Her friends weren’t in his line of sight, and that terrified him. 

“Are people going to get hurt?” He gulped when he asked it, he wasn’t even sure where it came from. Typically, he couldn’t get in more than a few words with her. It probably helped that he hadn’t made very much eye contact. 

Her eyes widened slightly before they met his again. She searched them for a moment and must’ve found what she was looking for. 

“Do we ever?” 

He had forgotten about the music. The sudden speed in the dance that they had unknowingly taken part in, the ache in his ears. At its climax, and before he could think too hard on her words, the lights went out. His hand was cold and his stomach once again dropped. Finally, he had her in his grasps and yet he couldn’t force himself to detain her on the spot. There was too much to ask. 

It wasn’t until later that he was able to think of her parting words. 

[shatter-days]

A weird deku appears..