A/N: I read THIS by @dreamy-writings and was inspired to write this, lol
Warning: Angst, cursing
Pair: Pro Hero! Eijiro Kirishima x gn! Reader
Word Count: 1.6k+
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"Oi, you need to talk to shitty hair," Katsuki snapped, throwing a bunch of flowers on your bed.
Mina sat on the edge of the mattress, took your shoulders in her hands, and gently shook you. "Please, [Name], Eijiro has gone off the deep end."
"I'm sure just Ei is just a little stressed," you tried to sound soothing. "He's been working a lot -"
"We wouldn't be here if we didn't think it was serious," Denki urged.
"He's going to hurt himself," Katsuki growled. "Don't need both you idiots out of commission."
"We know, after everything, we shouldn't be bothering your healing time. But…. Eijiro needs you." Mina hung her head in defeat.
Just what was going on? When your fiance was home, he was as cheery and bright as you'd always known him. Was he different at work? With his friends?
"Shitty Hair thinks this -" Katsuki gestured to your broken arm and leg, the bandages around your head, your sprained ankle and broken ribs, the numerous bumps and bruises, the multiple hairline fractures and surgery incisions, and the antibiotic drip the hospital sent you home with. "Is some how all his fucking fault. That damn idiot won't listen to us! He's been working the hell out of himself. Spends hours beating himself up."
You felt like you cracked in half. Like a bit of you shattered. Not the ones from being thrown into buildings and trampled on by a giant villain. But deep down in an untouchable place. You felt like you broke apart.
Knowing you caused your beloved so much anxiety and stress had boiled up in him. Maybe you should've seen it. But he was just so happy. Glued to your side, helping you bathe, helping you get to the bathroom, changing the bandages on your head - assuring that he still thought you extremely attractive, even though you were going to have a hell of a scar going from the middle of your hairline down under your left ear. He was always smiling and joking when he was with you.
"The wheelchair they gave me is in the closet," you muttered, eyes on where your hands were balled around the blankets. You had to be strong. Normally, Eijiro was your rock. Now the tables had turned.
Mina pulled out the wheelchair while Denki and Katsuki helped get you out of bed. Luckily you'd asked Eijiro to help you into sweatpants and a decent t-shirt before he left for work. You asked for one of your shoes to put on your uncasted foot (which was wrapped in an ace bandage instead). Then unhooked the IV and pinched the line. The bag was nearly done anyway.
"I'm ready when you all are," you muttered. A silent tremor passed through the room. Then you all were out the door.
In his agency training facility, Eijiro was giving all he had to a punching bag. Sweat poured from the hardened ridges in his skin. He felt the solid bag meet his fists, but none of it was satisfying. None of the hits eased the guilt.
No amount of punching had shaken away the image plaguing his mind. You lying in bed, barely seeming to hold on. The doctors said you had internal bleeding, a concussion, then listed off all the broken parts. A bit of himself broke with each word.
Eijiro had bawled hysterically when the doctors left and he was alone with your unconscious body. He gripped your hand, begging to anyone who would hear him. Asking them to let you pull through. That, in exchange, he'd get stronger. No matter the cost.
Eijiro was determined to keep your spirits up. To not let you know how much he'd been suffering. You couldn't imagine the wells that wanted to overflow the first time your eyes opened. The first kiss you gave him after waking up. He felt like bursting, you'd been returned to him.
In exchange, he'd train himself raw. He'd push himself past his limit. It didn't matter what Katsuki, or Tamaki, or even Fat Gum had to say. Eijiro was going to protect you next time. For now he'd train. Then go back to you at the end of the day with a smile, no matter how much he hurt or how tired he was. Coming home to you, hooked to an IV and barely able to move around the house - that image drove him.
Eijiro had been so excited to have you home. But every time he looked too long at your casted arm, or uncovered the puckered gouge on your head. Everything reminded him he hadn't been there to help. To save you. Deku had been, he lifted that gargantuan off you like a pillow. Eijiro didn't think he'd ever have been able to do that. So he was going to train until he could.
You hadn't complained once since you'd been home. Only grateful when you'd gone out a few days after to greet your fans. There were so many who thanked you for saving them. Each felt like a bit of a hit to him. You'd saved all those people and he didn't even manage to save you. Was he truly a hero if he couldn't protect those he cared about?
It didn't matter to him that he was a five hour plane ride away when it all happened. Eijiro had gone to do some publicity stuff with other heroes. He had to hear it from an insensitive reporter who asked how he felt knowing his fiance was in the hospital. But he hadn't. He didn't know. His fellow heroes outraged at the question and Eijiro was on a plane back to you within the hour.
He swore he'd be there next time. That he'd never let anything like this happen again. Eijiro had gone in the plane bathroom and had a good deep cry a few times. When he saw the videos, read the articles, saw all the people asking Where was Red Riot? He hadn't been there. He'd let down the one person he never wanted to. It broke his heart into a million bits. He didn't think he'd ever be able to repair himself.
Eijiro cried as he punched. No one would be able to tell through the sweat. But each and every punch got harder, and so too did his tears.
Pitying looks were passed your way as Katsuki pushed you through Eijiro's agency. You stopped in briefly to talk to Fat Gum. He looked so put out and desperate. He said he'd tried everything. But everyday, Eijiro had been in the facility's gym. Working himself until he bled or passed out.
Katsuki pushed you, Mina and Denki in tow, down the halls to the gym. You heard the blunt hits long before you saw the doors. Each one grating into your mind. You were never going to forget the hot guilt that bit at you with each thud.
Katsuki pushed you to the gym door way. It was empty, except where your beloved stood hardened to the max, shirtless. You saw a bit of blood dripping from his back. The punching bag was losing sand and stuffing. A defeated one laid in a lump on the floor already. You watched a long minute. Then you realized each grunt turned more into a cry or a wail.
You turned to Denki, and held out your hand. He gave you the crunch he'd been carrying. Luckily the arm and the leg you'd broken were on the opposite sides of your body. You hauled yourself up, your friends helped steady you. Then you limped your way across the gym. Finally, you came into view in the mirror in front of him.
A few spots on Eijiro's face were bleeding. His eyes were blown out. His features scrunched up in….there wasn't a word strong enough to explain the pain. The anguish. The despair. His eyes met yours and, all at once, he broke down.
Eijiro collapsed to his knees. His quirk finally releasing him. Sobs still wracked his shoulders, they shook violently. But his sobs were silent now. Though you didn't miss the tears that dripped onto the floor.
"Eiji," you cooed and lowered yourself to the floor.
He shook his head. "You….sh-should be-e….hom-m-me. He-healing."
"You need me more." You put a hand on his shoulder. Eijiro latched on to you. You didn't care about the blood, sweat, or tears, or how much sitting that way hurt. You just needed to get him to breathe now.
"I -" he hacked. "I'm not strong enough. I'm not….I'm not manly enough. Even now. What if you get hurt again - or worse? Because I couldn't….I can't…."
You shook your head and kissed his damp hair. "Eijiro - honey, listen to me, it wasn't your fault. Really. This was me being overconfident. It was my own fault. You're an amazing hero. Thousands of people look up to you. You have to stop beating yourself up. You're being the best hero you can be. And I love you for every bit of who you are. No matter what happens to me, you'll always be my number one hero."
Eijiro sobbed harder, gripping you closer. You didn't complain at the protesting throbs of pain screaming all over your body. You sat a while longer. When he was finally feeling better, he carried you back to your chair. Then he took a quick rinse in the shower before pushing you home. Your friends had prepared everything for a movie night when you got back; movies, drinks, takeout.
You could see the relief in their faces.
You still caught him giving you long, guilty glances. You would only lean over and kiss the look away. But you could never know the weight of what you said. He wanted to eat, sleep, live, and breathe by that creed.
Hi!! The request about Aizawa x waifu reader ( with a bouncing baby) was so cute.... I had a dream about it I’m not joking 100% soft bc of it, I have 2 requests for you!! Can you do a scenario when midnight spilled the beans about reader liking Aizawa ( like you mentioned in the scenario, maybe when they are still on highschool like last year or smth?) and the second request is either a scenario or hcs (whatever u like!) with a their family finally adopting eri Chan?? Pls?? Thank you!
A/N: I’m so glad you liked it so much! Sorry, it took so long. Here’s the first part. I’ll post the headcanons separately, and link from this post!
Read the Series! [2] [3] [4]
Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2219
Warnings: None
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You’d done it, it was by the skin of your teeth, but you’d done it. You actually graduated UA. It might have been in general studies but, by God, you fucking did it. There was just one problem - Nemuri, aka Midnight. A long-time friend who was two years older than you.
You hung out with her and her two friends, Shouta Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada, frequently. And had developed quite the crush on the comparatively quiet Aizawa. Nemuri wanted to celebrate with drinks. But you’d been drinking with her before. It was a less than pleasurable experience.
Nemuri had a way of spewing everything that was on her mind. The alcohol broke her common sense filter. Although even sober, she was so excited to find out about your crush that she nearly slipped. You’d been lucky up until now. But she wanted to go to a bar to celebrate. Even just the thought made your stomach twist you into sickening knots.
“Shouta’s not going to find out!” you told your reflection as you prepared yourself in the mirror. But you knew she’d catch the little things you did to try and make yourself more attention-grabbing. More appealing to his eye. The extra dab on perfume he’d complimented you on once. She would call you out for it. But you couldn’t help yourself.
You groaned into the mirror. “This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t told her. Or maybe I should’ve told him. I don’t know. - Gods save me.”
You checked the clock on the wall. You were going to have to leave soon. Whether you wanted to or not. You figured it was best to leave on your own before Nemuri dragged you out by your hair.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” you uttered, locking up behind you. “I mean, he could just say he’s not into you. Right? Or he could laugh at you. Or he could never speak to you again, or - [Name], stop it. It’s only Shouta. And Nemuri won’t say anything…right?”
You knew that was a flat out, straight up lie. Nemuri was sure to do…something. You’d just have to deal with whatever happened. But you were praying that nothing did.
“[Name], you’re finally here! Slowpoke!” Nemuri slurred the moment you walked into the bar. She stumbled over to you and dragged you over to a table. “Even the boys were here before you!”
“Hey, hey! It’s the lady of honor!” Hizashi announced loudly, standing to throw an arm over your shoulder. “Congrats on finally catching up with the rest of us!”
“Leave her be, Hizashi,” Shouta groaned, standing himself. Hizashi sat back in his seat. But Shouta nodded at you. “Congratulations. You’ve worked hard. You earned it.”
You tried to look him in the eye. But ended up staring off the side of him. You smiled, but it felt weird. “Thank you.”
“So what’ll you be having, pretty lady?” Nemuri flung an arm over your shoulder. “Mmm, is that perfume I smell -”
Your face felt hot. You excused yourself and pulled her over to a far wall. You tried to square her up as much as possible. But you could already see that she was out of it. She gave you a goofy, but ultimately knowing, grin.
“You all dressed up for Shouta?” she giggled, gesturing to the table.
You felt like you were gonna die when you followed her arm and caught his eye. You shoved her arm back to her side, shaking her by her shoulders. “Nemuri, promise me, you will not say anything about my crush. Okay?”
She pouted. “Aw, but you look so sexy dolled up. You’re sure to get his attention!”
“Nemuri, please,” you begged. “Let me do it.”
Nemuri groaned. “You need to loosen up. I’m gonna get you a drink.”
She slipped from your grasp before you could stop her. You just had to trust her. But, if you were being honest, you didn’t. Not in the least. Not when she had alcohol in her system, anyway. Any other time, you trusted her with your life.
You went back to the table. Keeping a watchful eye on Midnight. She was laughing exuberantly with the bartender. Hard to tell what she was talking about. Probably something stupid.
“You look good, by the way,” Hizashi said excitedly, pulling you out of your stupor.
You looked down at your outfit. You hardly even wore this dress. But it was good for special occasions. You smiled as you looked back at him. “Thanks. I figured I’d dust it off for tonight."
"Drinks up!” Nemuri’s voice came from behind you. She slid the guys their drinks. Then thrust one harshly into your hands, sloshing whatever it was all down you. You sucked in a sharp breath, it was ice cold. But at least the dress was black.
“Oh shit,” she cursed. “Sorry.”
You put your cup down, ready to go hunt down some napkins. But Shouta beat you to it. He was handing them to you before you could take a step. He was standing a little closer than he usually would. Like he was ready to protect you from whatever stupid thing Nemuri did next.
“Here,” he uttered. Then turned to your friend. “I think you have had enough.”
“Thanks,” you muttered your whole face feeling like an inferno. You blotted the front you, glaring at Nemuri when you heard her chuckle. “I’m going to the lady’s room, I’ll be back in a minute.”
“I’ll go with -” Nemuri started.
You sent her a sharp look. “No, you stay here.”
You groaned as you made your way to the bathroom. The night was already a disaster. You tried to dry off under the hand dryer as much as possible. You felt ridiculous. You could’ve cried. When you went back you sat opposite Nemuri, who of course forced you next to Shouta. She was honestly the worst.
“Are you okay?” Shouta asked. You were still glaring the woman across from you down, but she was just smirking.
“A little embarrassed,” you noted, shrugging. Then you looked at him. “But I’ll live. - Are you okay?”
That caught him off guard. “What?”
“I see injuries, remember? Your nose is broken. What happened?”
“It’s not a big deal. I got hit during patrols a few days ago.” He crossed his arms.
You reached your hand towards him. Then pulled back. “I can fix it. If-If you want me to mean, you don’t have to -”
Shouta shrugged. “Why not?”
You let out a breath, then gently touched his cheek with your hand. You watched the bone go back into place, then heal right up. As if it had never been broken in the first place. You gave him a little smile. “There, all fixed.”
You pulled your hand away, and Shouta reached up to feel where it healed. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, whatever,” you muttered, grabbing your cup. “It’s no big deal. I have a dumb quirk, but it comes in handy.”
You guzzled down whatever was in it. Trying to keep yourself from saying anything else stupid.
“So, you got any plans now you’re graduated?” Hizashi asked. He seemed to read the awkward aura from your side of the table.
You grinned. “I’m going to go to school to be a nurse.”
Things went a little smoother after that. You all talked about jobs and plans. The heroes talked about patrolling and the things they’d done. But Nemuri kept downing one drink after another. You were surprised she was still standing. But she’d been out to dance a few times already.
Hizashi had gotten louder. Joining the dance a couple times. Even going up to sing a few karaoke songs. This left you and Shouta to mindlessly small talk. You had a feeling those two were planning something.
“So, have you ever like -” Nemuri uttered, staring you down. Both of them were back in their seats across from you. “Thought about getting married? Or having babies?”
“Of course I have,” you chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Maybe, after I’m done school, I’ll find someone and settled down. Ya know?”
Nemuri blew air through her lips. “What if they were a hero? And they were always out and getting beat up?”
You quirked an eyebrow. “Well, I’d be the best wife to have, I guess. ‘Cause I could heal you right up -”
“Hear that, Shouta?!” Nemuri practically shouted, laughing at whatever was on her mind. “You’d have yourself a personal nurse! There are all sorts of fun things you could get up to.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “Nemuri -”
She groaned. “Whhaaaatttt?? I’m tired of keeping it a seecccrreeettt. Your crush on Shouta is so big, you’re basically in love with him already.”
You briefly glanced between the two before you shot out of your seat. “You are the worst.”
You made your way out of the bar into the warm summer air. You were dying inside. “God, I’m so stupid. Why did I tell her?! I knew this would happen!”
You stared out at the passing cars. Not expecting anyone to come after you. But a few minutes later, a throat cleared behind you. You were surprised when you looked over your shoulder.
“Hey, you alright?” Shouta asked, coming to stand beside you.
“Shouta, hi,” you breathed, looking up at him. “I, uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just incredibly embarrassed.”
He smiled a little. “You should know by now that she doesn’t keep secrets.”
“Yeah.” The two of you stood in silence a long moment. Just staring into the night. “Look, Shouta - if you just want to reject me now, I totally get it. I knew I never had a chance with you anyway.”
Shouta heaved a heavy sigh. But you were not prepared for the words that came next. “Your secret wasn’t the only one she outed tonight.”
“What?” You took a step back.
Shouta rolled his eyes. “You didn’t listen very well, did you?”
“I was more worried about her telling you -”
“Think about it.”
You thought for a good long minute. “The wife thing.”
He nodded. “I mentioned it in front of her once, by accident.”
Your heart fluttered so much it hurt. “Oh.”
You both were quiet for a long minute again.
“So,” he started awkwardly. “Would you want to?”
“Would I what?” There was no way this was actually happening.
“Maybe, after nursing school, settle down. With me.”
You couldn’t help but laugh lightly. Stern faced Aizawa was standing next to you. Giving you the awkwardest confession ever. It was so cute, you just couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you giggled. “But I’m pretty sure that the marriage proposal is supposed to come after we start dating.”
He looked down at the ground. “Right…”
Gently, you put a hand on his arm. “But I would love to if you want to.”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t serious.” He flicked your forehead lightly and gave you a little smile. “I have early patrols on a day coming up. Afterward, we should go out and do something.”
You nodded, unable to contain the smile on your face. “Yeah, sure, I’d like that.”
You weren’t really sure what to do. Hug him, kiss him, shake his hand. You went for the hug. Rambling quickly into his chest, “I was honestly more worried about how you react to the news than what you would say.”
You backed away, but he surprisingly kept a hand on your waist. “What was the worst that could happen?"
You sighed. "I dunno. I thought you’d hate me. Or laugh me off. Or get up and leave. Or think my quirk was useless and not want to go out with me. - There’s a lot of things that could go wrong.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. And you have a good quirk. There aren’t many people with healing abilities.”
You were silent again. Enjoying the warmth and static now between you. You were all warm and shaky. Overall excited that this was happening. You were on cloud nine.
“Think we should go back in?” you asked, nodding towards the door.
“Let’s go in separate,” Shout suggested. “It’ll drive those two insane.”
“Hizashi knows?” You quirked a brow.
He nodded. “He’s known longer than Nemuri. And she probably told him about you. Neither of them can keep a secret.”
You two walked in separately. And he was right, it did drive those two insane. They were trying to figure out what happened. If you two had gotten together.
“Gguuuuuyyyysss, are you mad at mmmeeeeeee?!” Nemuri whined. “I’m ssooorrrrrryyyy. You two are just too cute together! And you’re lucky I’ve kept your secrets this long!!”
“What’re you complaining about, yo?! I’ve known longer than you have!” Hizashi scoffed.
“Nnnooooooo, I’ve known about his crush for two years longer than I knew about [Name]’s crush!!”
“Well I’ve known since he met her!”
Nemuri stood, her face flush with alcohol. Her hand was on her sleeve. “I’ll put you to sleep, speaker boy!”
The two spent the rest of the night arguing. Trying to figure out timelines and markers to see who really knew the longest. You knew it’d come up inconclusive. But you and Shouta sat and watched the whole utterly amused. If only they’d paid attention. The entire time you two were sneakily holding hands under the table.
A/N: Lmfao, so - Lumix and Aurelius may or may not be from a comic of my own that I came up with ages ago! I’ve been having a lot of fun writing this! I hope you guys like this just as much as Drawn to You!
"Why don't we hang out in your dorm tonight?" Katsuki asked as the two of you walked back to the Heights Alliance. You panicked, there was a reason you hadn't let him in your room.
You smiled warily. "Why would you wanna do that -"
"I've never been in your dorm, first off. Second, my floor is getting too freaking noisy to study." He glared straight ahead, his grip on your hand tightening a little. He was right though. The people on his floor had been running amuck lately.
You groaned. "Fine."
"What? Got something you don't want me to see?" Katsuki teased. "Did you save one of those Papergos to sleep with at night?"
Your face grew hot as you remembered the incident a few months before that lead to your dating. "No! My room is, uh, just a little cramped. That's all."
Katsuki rolled his eyes. He wasn't buying it. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
Your stomach twisted as you got closer to your room. He was going to think that you were weird. You just knew it. Your quirk was fun, what could you say? It brought you endless hours of entertainment.
"Uh," you stuttered, standing in front of your door. "Are you sure you don't want to -"
"You're not getting out of this, nerd." You could see the amusement in his eyes. No matter how he tried to hide it.
Your shoulders slumped. "Rude."
To say Katsuki was a little confused when you opened the door was an understatement. There was a lot going on at once. Lots of movements, noises, and colors. Shapes he recognized but were a little off. Mostly due to the materials they were made of.
Over the years, you'd drawn and brought to life many things. One of your passions was making pets and plants that didn't need upkeep. As Katsuki stepped in, a little paper dog and cat circled around his feet. Tiny creatures scurried and flew about the room. A colorful paper toucan was propped on a paper tree growing out of your wall. On the other side of the room, an owl hooted from a tree trunk jutting out.
Paper vines hung from your ceiling, clinging to the walls. All pulsing with life. Paper plants, which actually had color and scent, were growing in real pots. Some were even sentient, nudging your leg as you walked by. You patted them on the head. Your room was alive, basically.
"Uh, welcome to my dorm," you said, stretching out your arms. The owl flew out, landing lightly on your shoulder. "You see why I didn't want to hang out in here? I - uh - I got a little carried away -"
"This is amazing," you barely heard Katsuki muttered. You could see the slight freak out in his eyes as the toucan flew to him and landed in his hair. It nuzzled down, apparently not planning on moving anytime soon.
That's when your bathroom door slid open and out walked two people. An extremely tan boy with cinnamon red hair and facial stubble was talking to a pale girl whose purple hair dragged the floor behind her. "- No, you're an idiot, you can't just - [Name]! You're back!"
The girl flew over and wrapped you up in a hug. The owl hooted at her aggressively and went back to the hollow in the tree trunk. "[Name], you're back! You've been gone forever."
"What the f -" Katsuki started.
You grinned at him anxiously. "Aurelius, Lumix - I brought someone."
The girl, Lumix, dropped you and got in Katsuki's face. The toucan in his hair didn't even flinch. The guy, Aurelius, pulled her back by the shoulder. "Lumix, don't be rude."
You rushed over, grabbing Katsuki's arm. He looked ready to blow them up. "GUYS, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo. Katsuki, meet Lumix and Aurelius. They're, uh, characters from my comic."
"AAAHHHH, FINALLY!!!" Lumix yelled. "You're a lot cuter in person."
"They're what?" Katsuki sounded angry and baffled at the same time. "You can bring people to life?"
"You know it!" Lumix cheered, spinning around in a circle. Katsuki realized then that she was in futuristic garb. Nothing like he'd ever seen.
"Uh, yeah," you laughed nervously, pushing him towards the far end of your room. "It's a war story about different countries. Each have a theme. These two are are sci-fi and steampunk. It's a whole - nerdy - thing. Uh, let's get to studying."
"Why are some things colored but some not?" Katsuki asked suddenly. And something dawned on him. Something that made his insides burn with guilt. He really could be dense. He had so many questions. About your quirk, about you, about everything.
"Wha -" you started, turning to find Katsuki's face scrunched in obvious annoyance. "Hey, 'Suki, you okay?"
Katsuki could act cool and hard all he wanted. But, and he found it weird and irritating, he'd already imagined his whole life with you. Even after only knowing you since the school year started. You'd really gotten under his skin and into his heart. Katsuki sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just realized, after all this time, I don't actually know a damn thing about your quirk. Or about you, really."
You smiled and waved him off. "I'm nothing interesting. My quirk is stupid and full of rules and technicalities. It's all super boring -"
"I don't care how damn complicated it is," he started. Katsuki sat on your bed. Your heart ached. He really looked like he belonged there. Amongst all of your drawings, and the craziness that you could bring to life. You sat next to him. He turned your face to look at him. His eyes were very serious.
"I don't care how dumb you think it is. If we're doing this, being together, then I have to know. - I want to know. About this." He pointed to the toucan. Then to Lumix and Aurelius who were listening intently. "About these nerds. About you."
Your heart felt like it swelled. An overwhelming feeling of happiness overtaking you. But it was cut short as you watched in horror as he reached for the toucan. Your eyes grew wide as he tried to pull it out of his hair. "Wait - no! The toucan -"
But it was too late. Katsuki's gentleness disappeared as the bird chomped down on his finger. He immediately lit it on fire. Only realizing as ashes fluttered in front of his face what he'd done.
"Bites," you finished weakly. You barely held in your laugh.
"Oh, shit," Katsuki muttered, then louder, "Damn it! I didn't -"
You got off the bed. "It's fine. I can remake him."
You rummaged through your desk until you found your drawings box. You took out a binder and held it up to show him. "This is a comprehensive collection of everything I've brought to life. This is a technicality of my quirk. You can destroy what I've made, it will simply go back to being a drawing. However, if you destroy what it's drawn on -"
You nodded, then flipped through the pages. "You can see these are all blank. - Except for this one, with the toucan."
"Are you sure that's a toucan?" Katsuki asked, squinting at the page. It was just a vague shape. You thumped him on the head with the binder. That earned you a small glare.
You rolled your eyes. "I was small when I drew him. We'd gone to the zoo and wanted to make one for me. It may not look like much, but I bring to life what's in my mind's eye. Watch."
You focused for a second. Thinking about how you wanted the toucan to appear this time. Then put your hand to the page. In a glow, the marker toucan peeled away from the paper as you lifted your hand. Bringing life was a bit more elaborate than just producing a building. The marker outline rose, rotating until the toucan was up and down.
The marker lines bent into a recognizable outline of the toucan. Then the outline started to expand like a bubble. Soon a white, 3D, paper bird floated there. Then the colors flooded in, like someone pouring paint. They were totally different than they'd been before. With a final flash of light, you could see the spark of life flood in.
You cupped your hands under the toucan to catch it. It plopped right into your waiting palms. Katsuki stared in amazement, not even trying to hide it this time. That's when the toucan turned to stare him in the eye.
"I must thank you," the toucan said. The color drained from your boyfriend's face. "If you had not blown me up, I may never have gotten the gift of speech. Also, thank you, [Name], for the new coloration. It's quite beautiful."
"Why thank you," you said, smiling. "Back on the tree, then?"
The bird nodded. "Yes, please, if you would."
You climbed on your bed to put the toucan back in his perch in the corner. You sat back beside Katsuki, who was weirdly silent. He looked disturbed.
"You okay?" you giggled. "Not used to the 'miracle of life'?"
He was silent for a long moment before asking, "That bird isn't going to hold a grudge, is it?"
"Sir Beaksaplenty?" You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "No. He's a very forgiving bird. I've destroyed himself by accident before. I just have to promise to bring him back better than the last. I'm thinking about giving him a top hat and monocle."
Katsuki eyed the bird's perch warily. "And he remembers everything?"
You nodded. "Only if I want him to."
Katsuki nodded, but you didn't think he was convinced. You were quiet as you watched him take in your abilities. You could see something flicker in his eyes. He kept looking around. His eyes going to where Aurelius and Lumix were arguing over a board game on the floor.
You took Katsuki's hand gently, giving him a smile. "I'm an open book. Ask me anything you want to."
He seemed to flip through a few ideas in his head. "You never answered my question before."
"About the colors? Well some I accidentally brought to life, like the Papergos. And some I was too tired that day to give color. If I don't have enough juice left or enough focus, they come out the same color as what they're drawn on." You shrugged. "Some I colored before bringing them to life. Like the flowers, I used scented marker so they'd have smell nice. Others, like Beaksaplenty, I had to concentrate. See the colors in my mind as I brought him to life."
"So far nothing you've told me has been complicated," Katsuki teased. "Can you bring something to life out of anything?"
You nodded. "Yep, I drew Lumix and Aurelius on chunks of wood meant for carving. Their bases are in this box." You pulled out two one-inch wooden cubes, showing your boyfriend their blank sides. "I keep everything in here for safekeeping. I don't think I could reproduce these two."
Lumix grinned. "We're one of a kind!"
"Do they just follow you everywhere?" Katsuki grunted, thinking about how this would affect your future living arrangements.
"I did try to leave them with my parents," you groaned, glaring them down. "But two someones decided to sneak into my suitcase."
Lumix pouted. "We didn't want to get left behind! School is much more fun than home!"
"How the hell you even fit in a suitcase?" Katsuki asked.
"Easy!" Lumix shrugged, shrinking down to the of a doll and then growing again. "We can shrink to the size of the object we're drawn on. And as big as we are in context. We can't grow any bigger than this. But we'll also never be the size of ants."
Katsuki looked at you. You shrugged, laughing, "I told you. Rules, technicalities."
"I guess I still have a lot to learn, huh?" he noted, mostly to himself.
You took his hand, interlacing your fingers. "It's nothing time won't fix. And we have all the time in the world."
Katsuki's heart fluttered at those words. Not that he'd ever admit to being soft. You two spent the night talking. He would ask you questions; when did you draw this? or how did you do that? or what was the biggest thing you made? His subtly slipping the more you talked. The closer the two of you got.
Before you knew it, it was late and dark out. The two of you wrapped up on your bed. He was thinking deeply about something, you could see it in his eyes. But he didn’t say anything. Aurelius and Lumix were passed out on the floor. Lumix had asked Katsuki a million questions of her own. She’d finally worn herself down.
“I’m sorry about them,” you said softly. “I should’ve told you. - But I was afraid.”
Katsuki grunted, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “Afraid of what?”
You hesitated, playing with his shirt. Katsuki grabbed your hand and turned his head to look at you levelly. You sighed. “Of you. What you would think. How you would react. I was afraid that you would think I was weird. That you’d leave me because of ...all this.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “You’re really an idiot sometimes. - Do you really think any of this would change my mind about you? You’re mine, damn it.”
“Katsuki…” you breathed. You lifted your head to look at him, his cheeks were pale pink.
“You have a damn cool quirk. You’re strong and use it well. All this is just like training,” he said, a bit softer. “There’s no point in being able to bring shit to life, if you don’t use it to make yourself happy every once in a while. - How many people can say they do what you do? I’m guessing not fucking any. Leaving someone for their quirk is damn stupid. Especially someone as amazing as you. So don’t be an idiot.”
Katsuki kissed your forehead, which sent a herd of butterflies teaming through your stomach. He yanked your head back down to his chest. Then he pulled you tightly against him. Your heart felt warm as you wrapped your arms around him. You wanted to be like this forever.
After a long while in silence, Katsuki spoke softly. “Why would I think your quirk was weird? I knew damn well what I was getting into. I wanted to be with you, even after you unleashed a bunch of mes into the dorms. - That paper runt was right. I was flattered that you’d drawn me.”
You played with his shirt again. You muttered sleepily. “Well - there have been a few times in the past that people haven’t reacted well to my quirk. They want me to draw them. Then bring them to life. But people never see themselves from the outside. They accused me of messing with them when I brought them to life. But I hadn’t. They just didn’t like themselves, and who they truly were from the outside. Mina loved the doppelganger I drew for her. That’s how we became friends in the last year of elementary school. In middle school, I hid my quirk. But, when someone asked me out, I always made something. The few that asked me out thought I was some sort of mad scientist. Saying they’d heard about me and the things I’d made before.
“So I was terrified for you to meet Lumix and Aurelius. I thought you were going to think I was some sort of freak. Assume I was doing something pervy. Or that I was so pathetic, that I had to create my friends. Or some sort of mad scientist, just like the others had called me. Or just - completely freak out about something else. I know those two can be a bit much to handle. And, sometimes, they’re very 2D. So you can tell they aren’t real. But I gave them the ability to learn and become more of themselves. Not just how I imagined them to be. I just laid the groundwork. They did everything else. They’re much more real now than they’d been when I made them. I love them like family, regardless. Even if it makes me Dr. Frankenstein.”
“You worry too much,” Katsuki stated. “And those people were idiots. What you do is fucking awesome. Raccoon eyes gets on my damn nerves. But I’m glad she stuck around.”
Your face filled with heat. Mina was the only one to ever call you awesome, or call your quirk cool. No one you were interested ever though what you could do was neat. Or they only thought it was a pathetic parlor trick. They never took your powers seriously. You grinned to yourself, thankful to the darkness. You were embarrassed, honestly. You silently chuckled in excitement.
“Also,” he added, sounding more asleep than awake. “Frankenstein would be a fucking cool hero name.”
Soft snores followed. Katsuki’s breathing evening out, his heartbeat slowing under your ear. You honestly felt so relieved. He was going to stick with you. Even after you’d accidentally brought a bunch of Papergos to life. Finally, someone who didn’t think you were a joke. Finally, someone you could actually invite into your paper world. Someone you could actually love. Someone who would love who and what you made, just like you did.
You gave Katsuki a light squeeze. Letting your mind wander. Playing around with ideas about raising children in your world of drawings. How Lumix and Aurelis would be as babysitters. How you all would be as a family. How Katsuki would handle an apartment with you. You could see it all. You fell asleep to a sweet, warm image in your mind that you hoped you could bring to life.
Could I request Bakugo with prompt 17 and 19 please? (Your writing is so good!!! UwU)
Pairing: Pro!Bakugo x Reader
Word Count: 3583
Warnings: Hella angst, cursing
A/N: So this took me a while to figure out the direction I want to go. And it ended up dark, lmao Also, I changed it up to be gender-neutral! I might end up adding to this later!
Prompts: 17 - "She's back. I saw her last night, but she wouldn't talk to me and it looked like she had a black eye." 19 - "What're you so afraid of?" B: "You."
It'd been a strange year. Lots of odd villain attacks. Lots of missing people. Lots of coincidences. Lots of just - weird. One could feel as it oozed through the streets. It clung to the air like morning dew.
Everyone lived in this strange fog. But none more than Katsuki Bakugo, aka pro hero Ground Zero. He'd been personally afflicted by the weirdness. His entire world turned on its head. He'd just been going through the motions since it happened. Since he started living in the miasma.
Katsuki's mornings were routine. His days were lived in a blur. Friday nights out became nothing more than a tedious chore. He had things to do. Alleys to crawl through. Leads to follow.
He wanted out of this fog. He wanted his world righted. He wanted to be able to breathe again. To see the world as he had. To feel the fire that once burned in his belly. Everything was little more than steam now.
Because they were gone. Taken. Kidnapped. Whisked right out from under his sleeping fingers. Leaving him to wake to an empty bed. And a call about a new string of kidnappings. No one was ever found.
And nobody ever came back.
At first, Katsuki's fire raged in a frantic, wild blaze. No one was able to tame it. He tracked down every lead he could. He burned up every hideout he found. He interrogated every villain brought in within the tri-city area. Nothing.
They were just steam through his fingers.
Once the desperation fizzled, all that was left was smoke. A dazed look in his eye. He still sat in every interrogation but didn't scream and yell anymore. In fact, most of the time, their words bounced right off him. He'd work late hours. Bags dark and heavy under his eyes.
But Katsuki's still destroyed training gyms. When it all would build up. And he found himself imagining the face of the person who took the love of his life from him. When he really focused. When he struck that match. Everything would come out. One large blast.
But these outbursts were becoming fewer and farther between. And Katsuki was more smoke now than fire. He was giving up hope. Which he'd never done. But he was little more than a shell these days.
Even now, as Katsuki lay with his cheek pressed against the table. His friends, old classmates, talking around him. He didn't say a word. Just watching the sweat run down the side of his full glass. He hadn't touched it. It wouldn't fill him up any, so why bother?
"Katsuki, man," Kirishima started slowly. Bakugo grunted. Not even lifting his head. "We need to talk."
"I'm not going to therapy," Katsuki retorted.
Kirishima set his cup down, staring at the back of his friend's head. His stomach was in absolute knots. He couldn't believe he was about to say these words. "No - it's about [Name]."
Katsuki immediately jerked up. He stood, glowering down at his friend. "Don't you say their name to me -!"
Katsuki's eyes were wide and wild. "Don't you fuck with me!"
"I saw them last night, but they wouldn't talk to me and it looked like they had a black eye." Kirishima stood too, looking his friend levelly in the eyes.
"You're fucking with me, aren't you?" Katsuki's voice shook furiously. "Nobody ever comes back!"
"[Name] did, I swear," insisted the redhead.
Katsuki could see it in his eyes. The sincerity. He collapsed back into his chair. Processing it all. Trying to make sense of those words. "[Name] is...back...but why didn't they come home? Why didn't they try to find me? - Where did you see them?"
"There's a little spot, a few streets over." Kirishima jerked his thumb behind him. "They were wandering around. Muttering."
Katsuki knew where he meant, without even asking for details. "It's just a stump now. There used to be a tree."
Kirishima nodded. "How'd you -"
Bakugo sprinted out the door. Running blindly into the night. He was full blast. Like someone lit gasoline under him. He was filled with more life than he'd been in months. He could feel his adrenaline racing. His heart pounding. The fog was clearing.
He skidded to a stop as he spied the stump. It was whithered now. Like all its life had been sucked out by the same miasma his had been. It was dull and gray and mossy, no longer brown. But that didn't matter. Kirishima said this was the spot.
Katsuki knew why [Name] would be here. It was where a chance meeting changed their lives. If [Name] was lost, or had amnesia - this had to be the outstanding memory. It made his heart soar, knowing they still remembered. There really was a chance to get them back.
Katsuki peered around. Looking for anything moving in the shadows. But the darkness was still and quiet. Just tumbling soda cups and the fluttering of plastic bags. He perched on the stump. He'd wait all night if he had to.
And he did.
Bakugo felt the eyes before he saw the person. It was the wee dawning hours now. His skin was chilled and slick with dew. He'd basically been a statue. He wished he could freeze, stay here, and keep an eye out. He didn't want any other responsibilities.
Katsuki lifted up his head, rolling out his stiff neck. His eyes immediately stared into a very familiar, yet alien pair. They peered anxiously at him from an alley across from him. They retreated as he shot up from his makeshift seat.
"[Name]," he said softly, taking a step forward. That name was water on his dry tongue. Then he shouted, "[NAME]?!"
Footsteps retreated quickly into the alley. He followed them. Turn after turn. Catching glimpses of a familiar bruised face and slick, dirty hair. Eventually, they escaped him.
But this didn't stop Katsuki. Everyone around him could see it. The change. Ground Zero had his fire back. His head finally clear. He went back, night after night for a week. Chasing the long lost love of his life. Even if they fled from him.
Finally, the night came when things would change. When the veil would sink back over his life. When the footsteps slipped in the muddy alley. Sending their owner crashing to the ground. Fearful eyes stared up as he slowly approached. Big and teary.
Katsuki smiled gently. "Are you okay?"
But no response came. [Name] scrambled backward across the ground. Their eyes never leaving his. This perplexed Katsuki. He'd have thought [Name] would have been ecstatic. Running into his arms where they were finally safe.
"What're you so afraid of?" he asked, swallowing thickly.
These words seemed to catch [Name] off guard. They only uttered out one word. "You."
"Me?" he grunted in surprise, then kneeled down. "I've spent a year trying to find you. You're safe now. - [Name]. What did they do to you?"
Katsuki reached out his hand. [Name] looked like they wanted to take it, even extending their own. But immediately retreating as they realized their movements. Big tears rolled down [Name]'s bruised cheeks. "Y-You, you don't understand, Katsuki. You don't understand."
How he longed to hear that voice say his name. But he hadn't anticipated that sheer terror. The tremble as it spoke to him. It made him crumple up inside.
"Then help me to. - Let me help you, dumpling." Dumpling. The stupid nickname he'd picked out. All over one little incident that he never let them live down. The one that always made [Name]'s cheeks tint pink. A smile forming on their face.
"Don't call me that!" [Name] shrieked. They cowered, covering their ears while squeezing their eyes shut.
Katsuki felt what was left of his heart shrivel. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"That's what they always made you say, right before you did." The shake in [Name]'s voice was undeniable daggers through his heart.
Katsuki took [Name] to the police station. He sat numbly, staring through the two-way mirror. Meanwhile, they were cleaned, clothed, and fed before the interrogation began. The questions didn't start right away. They had to do this softly, subtly. There were a few decoy questions before they started getting into it for real.
"What was the last thing you remember before your abduction?" asked the detective.
[Name] took a sip of their cup. "I was in bed...with Katsuki. I woke up...because I was cold. I went into the hallway. I was going to get another blanket when there was a bright light. Then darkness. When I woke up, I was alone. But I wasn't... wasn't at home…"
"Hey, it's okay." The detective gave them a tissue. "What happened then?"
"Everything was dark for a long time. And then someone came to give me food. This happened for a while. But no matter how much I ate, I was always hungry." [Name] took another long drink. "After that, I was blindfolded and taken to another room. There were others there."
"Do you know who they were?"
[Name] nodded, new tears flowing. "I remember that I knew some of them had been on TV. That...That Katsuki was helping to look for them. Th-There was so much screaming. And I didn't know why. Until...Until I started screaming."
[Name] was sobbing uncontrollably now. Whatever they were remembering was painful. Katsuki gripped the arms of the chair. It took everything in him not to go and try to comfort them. But something happened - he wasn't their protector anymore. And he wanted to know what he did.
"'You'll never trust anyone again,' I thought he was lying," [Name] wailed. "'Heroes will be your enemies. And you'll be the start of the terror virus that takes them down.' That was the only thing they ever said to me!"
"Hey, hey, easy. They can't hurt you anymore," hushed the detective.
"Yes they can...but they won't. Because they've already broken me. - They let me out first because I love Katsuki. Everyone else was civilians. They wanted people to see me scared of him. Even if I am, I won't do that to him."
The detective exchanged looks with his fellows around him. "[Name] can you tell me what they did to you? Why are you afraid of Ground Zero?"
Glossy, tearful eyes stared down the detective. Like they were drilling into his soul. "Because - someone there has a quirk to sink you into the deepest, darkest parts of your mind. They put you through your own personal hell! Do you know how many times I had to watch him kill me?! How many times he told me I'd be okay, and then he'd burn me?! Or all the times he called me 'Dumpling,' right before he drowned me?! Or sacrificed me. Or blew a hole in me?! Or...or...or..!"
[Name] broke down into loud sobs again. But Katsuki had heard enough. He stormed out of the barracks. Shouting to himself and he paced around out front. How could he have let this happen? How had they escaped him for so long?
He thought of every lead, wondering what he could have done different. How he could have saved them. How he could have spared them the torture. He mauled this over for a bit as paced.
"I should have found them sooner!" Bakugo finally shouted sometime later and shot a large blaze into the sky. “This is all my fault! - Idiot!”
“Ground Zero!” called a voice.
Katsuki sent a sharp glare at the officer on the stairs. “What?!”
“The interrogation is over," she said softly. "The detective wants to talk to you.”
Katsuki was silent as he followed the policewoman inside. He was sat in a separate interrogation room. But he didn’t wait long for the detective to come in. The detective's face was grave as he sat across from the hero.
“Ground Zero,” the detective sighed. “I’m sorry. [Name] has suffered serious mental and emotional trauma -”
“I know,” Bakugo gritted through his teeth. “I was watching.”
The detective nodded. “Then you know it’s best if, for now, you’re not around them.”
“Yeah. - I’ll put them up in a hotel or something. I’ll do anything to make them comfortable. Just make damn sure there’s always someone watching them. I don’t want them suffering anymore.” Katsuki leaned forward, and put his head in his hands. “I should’ve found [Name] sooner. They wouldn’t be like this.”
“You did everything you could -”
Katsuki bolted up, slamming his hands on the table. “But it wasn’t good enough, was it?! I couldn’t save [Name]! No matter what I did, I was always one step behind! - Damn it! I’m worthless as a hero if I couldn’t even save the person who matters most! What kind of hero am I?”
Bakugo fell back into his chair. He felt like he was going to pull his hair out. For once, he didn’t know what to do. How could you be the hero for someone who was terrified of you? Someone who used to trust you completely.
“Exc-Excuse me.” [Name] crept into the room.
“[Name],” Katsuki breathed.
The two stared each other down. The push and pull in [Name] was visible. Bakugo stood slowly, going to stand a few feet in front of them. [Name] shakily reached out for him. They tried pulling one of Katsuki’s hands into their own, but ultimately recoiled at the touch. This made the man tear up, only for them to overflow. These were the tears he hadn’t cried in the beginning. When he still had hope.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” That was all he could get out. “I tried. But I wasn’t good enough.”
“Kat-Katsuki - you tried.” [Name] smiled sadly. “That’s what matters. Right?”
Bakugo shook his head. “You can't even hold my hand. I can’t protect you -”
“I want to come home,” [Name] uttered. Their voice was barely more than a whisper.
Katsuki pressed his lips into a hard line. He could see the struggle in his lover’s eyes. The pain, the fear, the hesitation. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. I want to go home. That’s all I’ve wanted all year.” [Name] swallowed thickly. “I don’t want them to control me.”
Bakugo hesitated. [Name] wasn’t looking at him. But the face of determination he’d seen a thousand times was trying to break through the terror. Like that moment just before you step into a haunted house. He wanted nothing more than for [Name] to come home. But would that really help them? Would he be able to protect them if something happened? Could he really say he was fine with letting them live in terror?
“I don’t want you doing too much, too fast,” Bakugo finally said. “We can ease you back in, anything -”
“I - I don’t want this,” [Name] muttered, more tears flowed. “I don’t want to be scared of you. - It’s not fair. Let me come home.”
Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek and then sighed. “Anything you want, Du - [Name].”
[Name] didn’t smile, although they did press their lips together. It felt like a little weight had been taken off Katsuki’s shoulders. He could still fix this. Even if it was going to take a while.
“Before you go anywhere,” the detective started. “I’m afraid there’s a few things you’ll need to do.”
[Name] underwent a psychological evaluation. And then a physical. Then there was a week spent under medical observation. Katsuki came to visit when he could. Always making sure [Name] knew he was there, supporting them along the way. The psychologist said this was a good start. Helping to undo all the negative images that [Name] had been shown of him. It helped to separate fiction and reality.
At the end of the week, [Name] was able to hold his hand. Their hand was still trembling in his. But it was a start.
Two weeks after, [Name] set foot in the apartment for the first time since their abduction. Katsuki had made sure to scrub every corner. Made sure every little thing was organized. He pulled everything out of theirs that he’d hid away. He even lit their favorite candle.
“I hope this is how you remember it,” Bakugo said, opening the door. “I had to get new curtains. I set our old ones on fire. I hope you like them.”
[Name] gave a small smile. The first since coming back. “That’s just like you.”
"I'll stay on the couch." Katsuki nodded to the living room. "You take my - your - our bed."
[Name] walked around the small apartment. They made small comments on things he'd changed. All the time keeping distance between him and themselves. Their eyes nervously darted around and kept closely on him. Like they were anticipating a sneak attack.
But what else would Bakugo expect?
For a week, they moved awkwardly around each other. [Name] flinching at the slightest brush. If Katsuki moved too quickly. Even if he handed them something, they'd flinch. And [Name] would immediately plummet to the floor if he scared them by accident.
Everyone wanted to come over. To see [Name] with their own eyes. But Katsuki turned them away. What if it caused [Name] to regress? The only people allowed to visit were parents and siblings. And Katsuki watched as [Name] grew a little more themselves during the visits.
A week later, the strangest thing happened. Around midnight, as Katsuki lay staring at the living room ceiling, he heard footsteps. And dragging. He was preparing for an intruder.
"Katsuki," [Name] said softly, unexpectedly.
He peered over the back of the couch. Surprised to find their form there. "[Name], you're still up."
They smiled softly. "Will you sleep in there with me tonight?"
Katsuki moved to sit up all the way. "Are you sure?"
[Name] nodded. Hesitantly, Katsuki followed them back to their once shared room. [Name] laid down first, then Katsuki. They were quiet for a while. On their separate sides of the bed. But then [Name] moved to lay their lay on his shoulder. He tensed up immediately.
"I never gave up hope, you know," they said. "I never gave up hoping you'd find me. I'm glad you never stopped looking."
"I wasn't going to lose," Katsuki grunted. "I lost anyway."
"I wish I could help the police more. But I can only tell them what I know. That I was blindfolded...and dumped on the outskirts of the city." [Name] paused. "I guess I'm lucky though. I found my way back. And I didn't lose my mind."
Katsuki folded his hands on his stomach, staring at the ceiling. "You don't have to talk about it."
"I just want you to know," [Name] started. "That in times where I was allowed to sleep. When my body gave out - I didn't dream of the hell you they showed me. I dreamt of the real you. Of all the sweet things you did, and how safe I knew your arms really were. You were such a lovely hell. There were times when I lost myself in it. They took everything I loved about you and twisted it up. Made it wrong. But, when I came out of it, I always remembered that tree. The other, real memories followed.
"I always asked myself, what would Katsuki do? And I knew you'd never let them sully my image. So I tried to not let them ruin yours. -- I just want to make this right. I want to make this feel right again. I want to be like this, without the overwhelming feeling that you're going to kill me. But I know I'm one of the lucky ones. Some of them, they went crazy. You could hear them, hitting their heads against the wall until -"
"I understand," Katsuki noted with a nod. He could hear the hysteria working up in their voice. [Name] sniffled. "You don't have to stay with me, if it hurts too much."
"It would hurt more to not be with you. To let them win. I don't want to be afraid of you...Suki. Even after everything they tried to get me to believe - I love you. I kept the real you in my mind, and I never let you go." [Name] paused. "You kept me sane in that hellhole."
There was a long stretch of silence between them. Only crickets, cars, and sirens to be heard. The tension still twisting around them. Threatening to smother any ounce of normality there was.
"What do we do now?" Katsuki asked, not really sure he wanted the answer.
"We, We work on this. I guess. I'll keep seeing the therapist. And, one day, I promise - I won't be afraid of you." There was a rising tone of determination in [Name] 's voice. "One day, I want to be able to be how we were. Where you were my safety net. Where you were my home. Where I knew with certainty that you weren't going to kill me when my back was turned. - I love you, still. And I don't want all those plans we had to change because of this."
"I love you, too. I won't let those bastards take you again. We'll find them. I promise." Gently, Katsuki leaned his head against [Name]'s. "No matter what. I'm going to keep you safe this time."
Hi i just stumbled into your blog read everything! I want to request headcanons for tender fall days like listening to heavy rain together drinking hot cocao and such! and please can it be; Kirishima, Bakugou, Aizawa andYaoyorozu? (Female reader!)
[Thank you for requesting! I’m flattered you read everything, I hope you liked them. I had a lot of fun writing these! I wrote headcanons that kind of went this. They’re Haunted House Headcanons!]
KATSUKI BAKUGO
Pretends to hate apple picking, and pumpkin carving, and cookie baking, and basically a lot of that mushy couples stuff
But he actually really likes doing that stuff with you
He'll never admit it, tho. He's Mr Tough Guy
But Katsuki's a big softie for you
He really likes carving the pumpkins
His never really turn out right, but who cares, honestly?
It makes him all fluttery inside just to have someone to do this with
And that content smile on your face makes him just want to kiss you and never stop
He thinks your baked pumpkin seeds are amazing, but he'll insist he can make them better
He's never actually tried
He doesn't want to because he likes yours too much
Katsuki hates the spiced pine cones, and the fact he can't get away from the smell
Would probably be annoyed, at first, if you bought them
But then would like them because they'd remind him of you
He'd buy you new ones when yours started to run out of scent
This boy isn't just good at cooking, he makes the best cookies
Usually he complains, but he really enjoys it
You typically mix the icing, while he makes the batter
When they're done and cool, you guys have a competition to see who can decorate the most cookies
Usually this turns into who made the coolest looking one
Honestly, you're both pretty bad at it
But Katsuki wouldn't change those moments for anything
EIJIRO KIRISHIMA
As the cooler weather closed in, Eijiro's main focus is making sure you're warm enough
So he'd constantly be asking if you wanted his jacket, or made sure you had one of your own before you left
When Kirishima notices your hands are cold, he'd cup them in his and huff out hot air to get them warm
Or he'll fold them in his own, and hold your hands inside his coat pockets.
He can't help but grin to himself as he watches you go out of your way to step on extra crunchy looking leaves
Pumpkin carving is always a trip with him, it never fails that he starts throwing around the guts
You two always end up covered in them
That's nothing a warm rinse in the shower couldn't fix though
He also loves hot chocolate
Every time you guys run out, he buys a new brand to try
Sometimes you get a whole bunch of different kinds, make them all the same way, and then treat it like a wine tasting
At the end, you both end up chugging a few mugs before they cold so they don't go to waste
This boy would be the biggest snuggler
He would love to get a big blanket or three and cuddle on the couch
He'd lend you his warmest sweat clothes to wear
You'd find all the scariest movies, and spend hours watching them
He thinks it's adorable when you cower into him
You guys would end up falling asleep on the couch
All warm and cozy now
SHOUTA AIZAWA
When it gets chillier out, all Shouta wants to do is sleep.
I mean, this man tired all the time now.
But, come the cooler months, all he wants to do is wrap you up together in a big, warm blanket and hibernate until spring
Even if cool air is supposed to keep you more awake, it’s the perfect snuggling weather
He just can’t resist
He’s a sucker for a night in with a good snuggle
Maybe get take out
And make something for dessert
Well, he’d leave that to you. That’s a lot of work for a sleepy banana slug. But he’ll make hot chocolate for you, and something for him.
If he’s feeling spicy, he’ll add cinnamon and whipped cream to your cocoa
Shouta really looks forward to coming home, and just cuddling up to you
He won’t initiate the cuddles, he’ll wait for you
But you know that he loves them
Honestly, dragging him out of bed on days off is a nightmare
He will be pulling you back into bed as soon as he feels you move. Locking you down in his arms with an iron grip. Immediately he will zonk back out into the warmth.
On occasion, he does like to go out
He’ll take you out for some seasonal treats and hot chocolate
And you’ll walk around for a little while
Then go back home and curl up together
He’s not really into horror, but he won’t pass up watching some classics with you
MOMO YAOYOROZU
Momo would make sure to have the richest, creamiest, most delicious hot cocoa she could buy
She'd insist on making it, so you could enjoy it just right
Not big on the stuff bought from cafes, but never turns it down when you say you want some while you're out
She can't help it, you're just too cute. And she really hates to disappoint you.
Even if it just tastes like water, she'll drink it because she knows it makes you happy.
She really does try not to be the prissy rich girl
Honestly, Momo could easily make warmers to stuff in your pockets, but she prefers to hold your hand. That warms her heart and her hands.
She likes just walking around the city with you, looking at all the new autumn displays in the store windows
Even going into a few and indulging in fall scented candles
This girl is an impulse shopper, and loves dressing you up in all the latest fall fashions
Then she helps you purge your wardrobe of clothes she always hated, but didn't want to say anything about
Expect this for. Every. Season.
Although she doesn't care much for the mess, she loves making smores with you
Even if she does get yelled out by the head maid to not use the fire place for that
When it's too cold and damp to go out, the two of you end up in your fluffiest pajamas
You cuddle up together under one of her fancy down duvets, because it's far warmer than any of your blankets
You find really corny horror movies that aren't even scary. Although they do spook you both a few times.
I saw the prompt list and i was thinking maybe 8 with aizawa! Like he comes home to his gf being silly and cute. You decide the rest uwu
[I'm flattered you sent in a request! ✨ I love writing for Aizawa, and there needs to be more for him in the world! I had fun with this one!]
Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x Reader
Word Count: 1451
Prompt: 8 - “You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.”
You were so glad that it was Friday. You’d taken the day off, that meant you had a long weekend. And goodness knows you needed it. You ran a large hero supply store. It was quite a demanding job. Being the big boss, you didn’t get days off a lot. But the department of health and labor had cracked down, forcing you to take weekends and vacation days. It didn’t matter if you ran the company, you needed to take care of yourself too.
You paced around your apartment. Your husband, Shouta Aizawa, was at his teaching job. So you were alone. Honestly, it was nice having you time.You loved your husband dearly, and wished you two were able to spend more time together. But you needed your own time, too. Or else you’d go nuts!
You spent the morning cleaning, it was surprisingly nice. After taking care of a large store, doing housework was a cinch. And being able to take your time brought you much needed peace. You put on a CD, humming along to the lyrics. Your bobbed your head to the beat. Slowly you began to dance along as you cleaned the bathroom. It started with shoulder swaying, then moving your cleaning brush in time with the music.
You used the broom as a dance partner as you swept the kitchen. Dramatically posing as you hit intense points in the song. Your mind imagining a whole audience sprawled in front of you. You spun around and shook your hips, sweeping the dirt into a pile. Calming down just long enough to get the grime into the dust pan and toss it in the trash.
You used the mop as a microphone. Trying not to slosh water around too much. The last thing you wanted was for Shouta to come home to a bigger mess. With both of you being so busy, it could be hard to clean as thoroughly as you wanted. But since you were being forced to take days off, you finally had the opportunity to do some proper housekeeping. As well as surprise your husband. It wasn't an opportunity you got often, so you wanted to take advantage of it.
You decided to use your quirk to help with dusting. It was sort of like telekinesis. But not as flashy. You gave things wings, and could control where they went. It wasn't extremely helpful for much. But you found it useful for getting stuff off and onto shelves. You just glad you could control multiple items at once.
You gave a few spray cans of furniture polish wings. Along with rags to follow behind them. You took a can and a rag yourself. You had the objects moving around you to the beat. Like the dishes in the Sword in the Stone movie. You decided to push it, and get the vacuum going too. The more you had control over, the harder it was to concentrate. But you really wanted to get the house clean and tidy before Shouta got home.
Once that all was done, you went around and touched all the objects that weren't where they were supposed to be. A few dozen objects flew into the air. Again, you danced as they swirled around you. Singing loudly and badly to the music. You picked up a few more objects as you spun. Trying to place everything where it was supposed to go.
Your heart leapt as you spun straight into a pair of arms. Shrieking, everything lost its wings and fell out of the air. You stared straight up into the beautiful, amused eyes of your husband. He was giving you a mischievous smile. Your face filled with heat. You just knew he'd caught you goofing off.
"Looks like I have one more criminal to catch today. - You’re under arrest for being too cute," he teased, taking your hands in his. "Put your hands where I can hold them.”
You laughed nervously. "Welcome home, Shouta, I didn't hear you come in."
He kissed you chastely, then went to the stereo. "I would suppose not. You got this so loud. The neighbors are going to hate us."
You rolled your eyes, but smiled. You started to go back around and touching the things that slipped your quirk. "Now you're just being dramatic. How was your day?"
"Nothing special. Had to separate Bakugo and Midoriya, again," he groaned, sitting on the couch. He watched your every move, you could feel his eyes on your back. "We caught a petty thief when I was on patrol. So it was rather uneventful. You look like you've been busy. - I thought you were told to take it easy."
You shrugged, not looking at him. "I'm fine. Just tired. With All Might's retirement, I've had to take extra security measures. It's just going to take getting used to. I promise, I didn't over do it."
"You're pushing the limits of your quirk. Hire a security team. You don't have to take it upon yourself to control all fifty security cameras." Shouta's eyes bore into your back.
You knew he was upset with you. You'd had to personally give wings to all the store security cameras, and check every single nook and cranny yourself. Crime was getting worse. It got taxing. Along with never having taken any day but holidays (when you shut the store completely) off, you were forced to for your health.
When you looked over your shoulder, Shouta's mouth fell into a flat, disapproving line. "How much have you used your quirk today? Your nose is bleeding."
You put a hand to your nose, pulling away to find blood. You gasped, you hadn't even noticed. "I didn't even -"
Shouta took your other hand gently. "Let's go clean you up."
You sat on the lid of the toilet while Shouta hunted through the medicine cabinet. You felt like a child who'd been caught drawing on the walls. Finally, he turned to you. He had a cotton ball in one hand. In the other was a rag.
Silently, your husband wet the cloth. He crouched to your level, but avoided your eyes as he wiped away the blood. Then he shoved the cotton up the side of your nose that was bleeding. Shouta stared at you, still crouching.
"I yell at you because I love you, you know," he said finally. "I can't have you go and do stupid things."
You sighed, eyes dropping to your lap. "I know. I'm sorry. I just really wanted to surprise you."
"The dancing was enough." You caught the smile, and teasing in his tone. "I just want to know you're still going to be in one piece when I get home."
Shouta kissed your forehead, then stood and offered you his hand. You took it, and followed him back to the living room. He sat on the couch, pulling your against him tightly.
"So what did you have in mind for movie night?" His voice rumbled under your ear. "We're both finally home early on a Friday after all."
You smiled to yourself. Butterflies paraded through your stomach. You were so glad that he'd remembered. This was a tradition you'd had while dating. You couldn't remember the last time you two were able to have movie night while you were married. Even your honeymoon was cut short on account of a villain attack.
But you had something a little different in mind. You trapped his face in your hands and kissed him, roughly. Deeply. Slowly. You smirked, "I was thinking, if I was under arrest - Why don't you do something abo -"
He smacked the back of your head. You groaned, to which Shouta grunted in response. "Behave. You strained too much for that today. Now pick a movie."
"Alright," you groaned, curling back into his side.
"Maybe tomorrow," Shouta said quickly, you almost didn't catch it. Your face grew hot. But you could help as you smiled to yourself, and began throwing out suggestions. Most of which were immediately shot down. Finally, you ended up with the movie you'd seen on your first date.
This lead to you and your beloved reminiscing about old memories. The beginning of your relationship. The beginning of your marriage. He remembered things you didn't think he had. This flooded you with more warmth and happiness than you felt you could contain. You couldn't wipe the dopey grin off your face.
You both fell asleep on the couch. Contentedly. Happily. Lovingly. You woke up briefly, and gave Shouta a kiss on the cheek. Immediately settling back into the warmth with one thought on your mind; it was going to be nice having days off.
