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[opalskullz]

Cherry blossom Uraraka 🌸

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[lyla-toliam]

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[lovelylatt3]

Been a while since i made some izuocha content :)

Iz not perfect to me since there's a lot i feel i need to improve but i don't wanna get stuck on it either am still very proud of this tho 

[theghostlykat]

[violetarks]

first kiss

anime: my hero academia

characters: midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, uraraka ochaco, iida tenya, kaminari denki, kirishima eijiro

summary: your first kiss with your partner

a/n: g/n! reader, second person pov

↣ midoriya izuku:

"izuku?" you called out, looking over your shoulder to see your boyfriend waltzing into the common room, "what're you doing up? it's... almost 10."

it was late at night on a friday. you had been asked by midnight to complete a task for an upcoming event 1-a would be participating in. since it was the weekend, you had taken the opportunity to finish your work now.

midoriya wiped his eyes, looking at you sitting on the couch, the light above you on as you wrote. "why are you still awake? i thought you were going to bed before." he spoke, setting himself down beside you.

you sipped your drink, leaning forward to place it down on the coffee table. "i'm just finishing some things. i want to get this done as soon as possible." you stated, feeling Midoriya scoot closer to yourself.

"mhm." he hummed, leaning back in his spot and leaning a bit to you, "i guess I'll stay up with you, to keep you some company."

you glanced down at him, grinning a bit before continuing to write on the slips of paper. you reply, "you don't need to stay up for me, izuku. training today was hard for you, i saw."

midoriya's head was now on your shoulder. you chuckled, brushing your fingers through his hair as your other hand kept moving the pen. He let out a soft noise, watching you work as the laptop in front of you played low music.

"you could just do this tomorrow morning, i'm sure you're tired as well." midoriya yawns, stretching his arms out.

you put the top paper to the side, picking up a new one and moving the ink around the surface. "how did you even know I was awake?" you questioned.

"i woke up and went to ask you if you wanted a drink." he claims, sitting up and leaning his head back against the couch, "i know you usually don't fall asleep until 11:30, because you're up on your phone. so i thought you'd want to come with me."

you nodded your head, setting the papers on the table before standing up. you take hold of midoriya's hands, pulling his tired body off of the couch. "come on, i'll make you some tea." you said to him, tugging him towards the kitchen.

as you started the kettle, midoriya sat at the bench, chin in his palm as he watched you move around.

so far, your relationship had been going steady and the two of you were as comfortable as could be around each other. it was like you'd been friends since birth. you two had only gotten closer as the months passed.

you leaned against the counter, facing him as you ran fingers through your hair. "i think in about half an hour I'll be finished. head back to bed after this, okay?" you told him, giving a half-smile.

midoriya only shrugged his shoulders. "i guess so. but try to actually get some sleep. i don't want you sleeping in tomorrow, you promised mina that you'd go shopping with her, remember?" he reminded you, making you chuckle and move closer to him.

"right, i won't forget." you hummed, glancing down at his lips for a slight second.

but before midoriya could call you out on it, you leaned more forward and connect your lips. a sharp inhale came from midoriya as he clutch his shirt, surprised by the sudden contact. however, the more you kissed him, the more relaxed he became.

as soon as he knew it, midoriya was kissing back just as softly as you had been. you left a hand on his cheek, your eyes closed as you took in the short moment.

you had pulled away at the beeping of the kettle. brushing your thumb against his cheek, you spoke, "wow, i never got a good night kiss from you before. "

as if dawning on him, midoriya shot up from his seat, instantly making a bee line for the exit. he mumbled out, "i should—should get back to bed now! good night, y—y/n!"

"wait, what about your tea?" you asked, pointing to the kettle.

but midoriya was already near the doorway. "don't worry about it!"

↣ bakugou katsuki:

he walked out to the yard of the dormitories. "hey, get inside now." bakugou shouted loudly, "it's winter for fuck's sake, it's cold."

you stood there in a fighting stance, heavy breathing as you practiced another kick. "give me another hour, katsuki." you puffed out, trying another kick before resuming your stance.

bakugou grunts, hands stuffed inside his pockets as his breath fogged up in the cold air, "you've been out here for four hours, just get your ass inside now. you're gonna' get sick and I'll have to take care of you."

you glanced at him, unmoving expression before you tried out a few punches.

1-b had rented out the training ground for the day, as 1-a had been getting it a lot recently. aizawa told them to use today as relaxation, but you had thought otherwise. you and midoriya had the same idea, but considering how much bakugou disliked him, you didn't train together.

"listen to me, get inside. now." bakugou ordered, pointing to the entrance of the dorms, "if you catch a cold, then everyone else will and they'll hate you. so get inside. don't make me say it again, you idiot."

you raised a brow, getting a few steps before jumping and twisting your body in the air for a new kick. When you landed, you let out a soft pant before resuming your position to try again. bakugou pops a vein on the other side.

"are you listening?" he growls lowly.

"nope." you replied, stretching your arms again, "because I'm too busy training. unlike my incredibly gifted boyfriend, i'm not as flexible as a wet noodle. i've gotta' keep working." you glanced at him, a falsely innocent smile on your face.

bakugou glared at you. he understood that you wanted to get better, everybody wants to. but risking your own health for it?

he shook his head, uncrossing his arms from his chest before marching over to you. your back was facing him, practicing your punches some more. when he was close enough, bakugou placed a hand on on shoulder and pulled you back.

you closed your eyes, slouching your shoulders and dropping your fists as you groaned, "katsuki—"

instantly, your lips were pressed against bakugou;s.

he hunched closer to you, hand on the back of your neck and the other still shoved in his pocket. his irritated expression soon melted away into a calm one. your lips were fairly warm compared to his icy ones.

you had gasped at first, hand clutching your jacket before slowly releasing it. you moved your fingers to his own shirt, grasping the collar of it as you closed your eyes. you let out a soft hum as you moved your lips against his.

as he pulled away, the hand on the back of your neck moved to cup your cheek. "you done now?" he panted slightly, brows furrowing at you.

you pressed your lips together, gulping back, "y—yeah..."

with that, bakugou grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the dormitory, soft blush on his cheek.

↣ todoroki shouto:

"have any of you seen shouto?" you asked, walking into the common room.

uraraka nodded her head from her spot on the couch. "yeah, he's outside. he's been out there for a while, saying something about getting a phone call." she informed you.

it had only been a few weeks of dating todoroki, but you already knew what ticked him off and what relaxed him. it was in the way his eyes would glare at the wall or how they would soften when the subject changes. you could pick it out easily.

"thank you, ochaco." you spoke, smiling at the girl.

you pushed open the door to the front of the dormitories. it didn't take long for you to spot your boyfriend sitting at one of the benches, phone by his ear. he was hunched over, leaning against his knees.

he looked pretty cute in his black turtleneck.

you walked towards him quietly, hands behind your back as todoroki's voice slowly became louder.

"i'll only stay for an hour. that's it, fuyumi." he spoke, wiping his eyes. you stopped at his strained voice. he sounded defeated.

you were only a few feet away as todoroki leaned back against the bench. "i know it's a celebration, but i don't want to stay that long. an hour, at best, please." he sighed out forcefully, tilting his head towards the phone.

you took a few paces forward, hands on the top of his shoulders. he didn't jump, looking over his shoulder to see his partner with a slight smile. todoroki calmed down as he spoke into the phone, "we'll decide on the day. i have to go. goodbye."

todoroki faced forward, ending the call and looking at the phone in his hands. you frowned, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your cheek against his.

"are you okay?" you whispered, closing your eyes.

he leaned against you. "yeah, i'm fine. it's just... my father's birthday next week." he tells you, hand rubbing your arms, "fuyumi is asking how long i will be staying for the dinner."

it's then that you began peppering his cheek with soft kisses. "i'm sorry you're having a hard time, shouto." you mumbled out, feeling his cheek warm up against him, "you don't need to go, if you don't want to."

"i'll go. natsuo will be there, so..." todoroki stated, now slightly facing you. he watched her closed eyes and small smile. something inside of his heart fluttered out.

"you two will tear him a new one, i swear." you joked, keeping your eyes shut.

todoroki grinned at you. In a swift movement, he leaned towards you and pressed his lips against yours, feeling you stiffen up and make a little noise.

when you pulled away from each other, both of your cheeks were hot. yours more-so than todoroki himself. you loosened your arms around him and stared into his eyes.

your eyes shot open upon feeling his lips on yours. but after a few seconds of realisation, you closed your eyes again and kissed back, pulling him closer a bit. you had always thought he would feel cold, considering how much he used his ice quirk. but he was warm. way more than she expected from the boy.

"i suppose you're fine now." you mumbled.

todoroki kissed you forehead. he hummed, "do you want to come to the dinner with me?"

↣ uraraka ochaco:

"ochaco!" you cheered, seeing your girlfriend walk towards you. you were on their way to the movies, a third date of uraraka's choice. you appeared earlier to buy the tickets and popcorn.

"hi, y/n. i hope you haven't been waiting long." she mumbled, tugging at her jacket as she glowed pink.

you replied, handing the tickets to the collector, "it was only a few minutes, don't sweat it ochaco. plus, i don't mind waiting for you." you offered a sweet smile to the girl, making uraraka giggle nervously and rub the back of her neck.

you took your seats, settling for the back row at uraraka's request. as you sat down, you put the popcorn on your lap and faced the anxious girl beside you.

"ochaco, are you alright?" you asked worriedly, hand resting on top of hers as a nice gesture.

she froze, hands gripping the arm rest intensely. "y—yes! i'm totally fine!" you gave her a look, asking for uraraka to be honest. the girl sighed, "okay, i just don't want to embarrass myself like the first two dates. i still can't believe i spilt my tea on your really nice shirt..."

you laughed at her nervousness. your girlfriend seemed to be so on edge about anything romantic between you. even when uraraka was confessing to you, it took way longer than anyone saw necessary.

"i told you, it was fine." you reminded uraraka, squeezing her hand, "and trust me, no matter how many times you embarrass yourself, i'll still like you, ochaco."

uraraka gasps slightly, feeling her cheeks warm up fast at her calm and reassuring words. y/n always knew how to make her feel better.

it was when you leaned towards her and kissed her lips that uraraka blew up in fumes. she froze, eyes wide open the soul leaving her body. it was only brief, so you pulled away a second later.

but uraraka was still frozen.

"ochaco?" you whispered, shaking uraraka's shoulder, "the movie's starting... are you—?"

uraraka covered her cheeks, hunching over as she squealed softly, "you just kissed me..."

you chuckled, resting an arm around her and allowing uraraka to rest against your shoulder. uraraka couldn't focus on the movie.

↣ iida tenya:

"everyone please sit down! the bus is still moving, it is very dangerous to be standing up!"

iida's voice boomed around the vehicle, making everyone stop chatting and face the representative of 1-a. you sat beside him, leaning against the window as you smiled at his antics.

once he made sure everyone was seated again, iida resumed his position beside you. his eyes glanced over to you staring out the window. he furrowed his brows.

"are you okay?" he whispers as the chatter in the bus rises.

you look back to him with a soft smile. "of course. i'm just waiting for get there." you claim, sitting up straight.

he knew something was up. he didn't need to know, but he wanted to help you. iida missed your sweet laughter already.

a few minutes pass and iida slides his hand into yours. you glanced at your linked hands and squeeze back, now leaning your head against his shoulder. iida took that as step one. you seemed to have relaxed now.

"if you ever need to talk, just tell me, darling." he spoke, brushing his finger over your hand in small movements, "i'm here for you no matter what."

you stopped for a moment. but then you chuckle to yourself and takes a breath in, allowing your eyes to shut close. "thank you, tenya. that means a lot to me."

iida grins to himself. it was nice to let loose and relax with you. he leans down, going to kiss the top of your head.

"tenya, do you want to—mph!" you gasp, holding onto his arm to steady yourself once Iida's lips fall onto yours. your eyes go as wide as his before slowly closing, your fingers resting on his neck as you kiss back.

iida was stiff, spare hand gripping the bus chair to tightly his knuckles were white. his cheeks burned red as he felt you return the accidental gesture.

when you finally pull away, your eyes stare into his with heated cheeks. iida was silent, not knowing what to say as you smile at him. you chuckle, "well, that made my day better. thank you, tenya."

"yeah! get some, iida!"

"kaminari, please sit down! and don't phrase it like that!"

↣ kaminari denki:

"denki! look!" you shouted out, pointing to the TV.

kaminari looked up from his drink on the table, seeing you excitedly calling him over from your spot on the couch. he smiled, taking his hot chocolate and leaning over the couch beside you.

"what is it, beautiful?" He asked, sipping his hot drink.

you pointed to the tv, grinning widely as you spoke, "it's the character i was telling you about! that reminds me of you! look, see?"

he turned his eyes to the screen, seeing that you were in fact just watching pokémon. right now, ash was sending out pikachu to fight against the newest opponent. he used his lightning attack to strike the other pokémon.

"look at how strong he is!" you giggled, making kaminari glance at you, "he's so cute, denki."

he stared at you, cheeks definitely pink. it was a wonder how his partner would be demanding and assertive at one time, then be all cutesy and bubbly the next. he loved it.

"can you kiss me?" he suddenly asked, still gazing at you.

you looked up to your boyfriend, holding a pillow to your chest. it was definitely not something he would say so easily, and so consciously. but you grinned and nodded your head anyway.

moving the slightest bit, you connected your lips with his, making him gasp slightly and grip his cup tighter. it had just occurred to him that he asked you to kiss him. you were so forward to just... do it.

he doesn't have enough time to register how soft your lips were when unexpectedly, his lightning goes off. it strikes the couch, leaving a burnt mark. you pull away at the noise, pulling the pillow to cover your mouth quickly in shock. you stared at kaminari, who held his hot chocolate in a confused manner.

"wait... did i just...?" he asks, squinting at the lightning mark on the couch, "oh my god, does this mean you can never kiss me?"

he glances at you in fear, just like you were to him. but then, you break out in laughs, sitting up straight and facing your boyfriend. kaminari stood there, hunched over the couch praying that he was wrong.

who could resist such kissable lips?

↣ kirishima eijiro:

"eijiro, you should just head back to your room." you spoke, covering your mouth as you spoke, "it's not healthy for you to be in here with me."

kirishima closed the door behind him, holding a bowl of soup and a cup of water. a smile on his face, making you pout. "hey, it's fine. I don't mind getting sick." he claims, already moving closer to your spot in your bed.

you scooted away, pulling the blanket up to your nose. "no... eijiro, i don't want you getting sick too!" you said, words muffled by the blanket, "we have that hero basics test tomorrow, remember? what if you have to miss out?"

"then we'll miss out together!" kirishima told you, setting the hot soup on the bedside table, "it sucks being alone when you're sick, so i don't want you to be in your room all by yourself." he reaches out a hand softly patting your head.

you close your eyes as you sigh out, "fine... but don't get so close. okay?"

kirishima ignored your request, pulling the covers up and sliding into your bed. you widened your eyes and gasped, back against the wall. "e—eijiro!" you mumbled, seeing him give you an innocent smile.

he chuckles, tugging the covers from your face and opening up your arms, "i'll be fine, trust me, babe." he calms you down, watching as you slowly melt into his embrace.

you reluctantly wrap your arms under his shoulders. "you really shouldn't want to get sick so much, eijiro." you say, pulling away a bit to look at him, "i don't want to stop you from becoming a pro hero."

next thing you know, his lips are capturing yours. you lean back in surprise as kirishima's hand land on the back of your neck. a gasp leaves your mouth, kirishima smiling at your reaction.

with a clear mind, kirishima pulls away, still grinning at his partner. "see? i don't care if you're sick, i still love—... are you okay?" he suddenly asks, hand on your arm as your cover your mouth.

"eijiro! i—i can't believe you!" you mutter out, a sharp heat resting on your cheeks, "our first kiss, and i'm sick! you could've at least waited until i was better, you know!"

kirishima laughs back, pulling you back into a hug before laying down on the pillow with you in his arms. you were face to face, you still embarrassed as you drop your hand to reveal a frown. kirishima kisses your burning forehead.

"i couldn't wait when you were being so cute."

[uraraka-ochako-tvt]

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[aoyurika]

Ahhhh long time no see, I’m so sorry for this long hiatus :c

Here is my late kacchako week, first I chose ‘villain’ as first prompt, having Uraraka being more villainous hehe

[pyroandtheprincess]

Hey y’all. I hope everyone’s well. Yes, I’d give my left foot for NaLu, but I’m multi ship garbage. You may or may not be aware that I post and reblog a lot of #kacchako on my page. I find them utterly adorable and I’ve been sitting on a few ideas with them for a while. I decided to finally put some of my thoughts into writing. This is the first part to one of the many mini stories I think of as I’m trying to sleep at night, and it just so happens to be pretty ~angsty~. What can I say, the quarantine has me in my feelings. I’m sorry, but I needed to release some of the tension. As with most of my writing, I didn’t feel like editing so please be kind. I hope you enjoy, but if you don’t that’s okay too. All the best and happy reading! 🥰

“Rookie Mistakes” (part 1/2)

They are fucked, royally fucked. As much as they both have trouble admitting it, they are in deep shit.

How could he have let this happen? How could either of them have let this happen? How could a routine stake out of a suspected hideout (a warehouse of course because villains aren’t creative or original) turn into something so out of his control? He is the fucking number two hero and his badass wife is number fucking eight. They own their own hero agency. They literally train rookies. Only rookies would make these kinds of mistakes. Fucking extras. How could they walk right into a trap? Are villains getting smarter? No. The hero’s who assigned them to this god forsaken mission just underestimated the powers of the new recruits in the this damn villain organization they are investigating. This fucker they are facing is totally not who they were expecting. A quirk that creates large puffs of air from blinking seems harmless until the “puffs” are actually razor sharp blades that are deadly accurate and fast as fuck. Well, atleast the fucking idiots were able to recognize his quirk comes from his fucking eyes! Fucking way to go! He should have done his own damn research. He and Ochako were completely blindsided and now they are scrambling to dodge him.

Once again, they are fucked.

They need to come up with a game plan and fast. Katsuki needs to find a way to pull Ochako away for a second so they can figure this shit out. As he just barely weaves out of the way from yet another blade of air flying past his face, he makes a split decision. Thinking on his feet, he sets off a chain reaction of smoke bombs in a move he calls “smoke screen” and tugs his wife behind a crate. The villain quickly moves to place his dumb looking, bulky sunglasses over his eyes and disappears into the black cloud.

They both take a moment to collect themselves before Ochako speaks up.

“This is bad, Katsuki. We need a plan or we are seriously fucked.” Ochako whispers as she peaks her head out from behind the crate to scope out the area still covered in a plume of smoke.

“No shit, Cheeks.” He whispers back. She glares at him briefly, letting his out burst slide knowing he is just frustrated with their performance thus far. “Any and all bright ideas are welcome.”

She sighs, “Ideas are still formulating. But, did you notice that his attacks don’t happen every time he blinks? Either he is controlling when they happen, or they are random.”

“Great.” Katsuki huffs, joining her in peaking over the crate. “We can’t fucking form a plan until we know if he is actually in control or not. If he isn’t we could take advantage and charge at him. But, if he is we need to strategize so we will be able to dodge and strike him down.”

She is quiet for a second before she responds, “You know, having been your partner since before we starting dating, coupled with the experience of being your wife these past 5 years, it still amazes me that you can actually control your impatience and plan out your attacks. Who could have guessed this from you after UA?”

“Oi. Not the time to be pushing my buttons.”

“You aren’t denying it,” He could hear her smug grin, and it almost made him crack a smile. Almost. “But, with what you said in mind, I think we can actually take advantage of either outcome. I noticed his attacks are linear, he can only target one of us at a time head on. I think our best option is to split up. I’ll take the left and you should take the right side of the floor. That way if he targets one of us, the other can take him down from behind-where he can’t actively project his quirk- before he can turn around.”

Katsuki couldn’t hold back his proud smirk, “Good eyes,” he pauses for a second, “We’ve been married for 6 years in 2 weeks.”

She looks at him briefly to playfully roll her eyes, “Technically, it’s still 5.” She shifts so she can lean her back against the crate and pulls him down to her eye level, all playfulness in her demeanor has shifted to steady focus. He loves when she gets serious.

“I also think he needs those ridiculous glasses to protect his eyes from anything entering them. Since they block his eyes, they must somehow be rigged to stop his quirk. That means if I’m right he can’t use it right now and we should definitely get going before the smoke’s all cleared.”

Her quick plan was definitely their best bet. Guess his gamble paid off in more ways than one. His grin widens at the exciting thought of the tides turning in his favor. He’s ready to kick ass.

“Let’s move.”

With that they nod to each other once and stealthily start moving toward the cloud of now semi disappearing smoke.

Katsuki slowly makes his way through the right side of the plume. Although it’s dissipating, it’s still too thick to see through. He’s grateful that his eyes are no longer sensitive to the burn of smoke after years of training. He sometimes thinks his tear ducts have been burned away after so many high heat explosions, only to remember his tears on his wedding day and when both his kids were born. Man, love has made him soft.

Suddenly he hears the distinct sound of cheap plastic (he blames his parents) falling and skipping across the concrete floor. That could mean only one thing, stupid looking sunglasses. Dumbass must have tripped! He reacts in the speed of a lightning strike, lifting his gauntlet and setting off an ear shattering explosion in the direction of the sound. The force of which blows the remaining screen away.

Lowering his arm, a triumphant smile on his face, pro hero Ground Zero fully expects his villain to be out cold in front of him, ready to be cuffed and sent to prison so he and Ochako could wrap up and get home. He couldn’t be more wrong.

Instead, in front of him stands a concrete pillar with a sizable chunk missing from it. Dust from the debris floats around taunting him. His blood boils.

His smile falls and he quickly turns around to face his opponent already looking at him with a sinister smile and a very dark look in his eye. Dumb sunglasses no longer on his person, thrown as an annoying clever decoy.

He had been fooled into clearing the rest of the smoke with another explosion. And now he is an open target.

“Fuck.” Is all Katsuki can mutter because in the blink of an eye, literally, blades shoot towards him.

“NO! KATSUKI!”

For the first time in Katsuki’s life, time moves in slow motion. He hears only the echos of his wife shrieking his name and his adrenaline pumping blood through his ears. With each beat of his pounding heart, Ochako’s frantic scream fades away until he is left with nothing but himself, this mother fucking villain, and the blades of air rushing toward him. It was as if they were transported somewhere else far away.

Katsuki was a very smart and observant man. These traits helped him become a great, no, a fucking great hero. He knew many things with certainty, two of which he could recognize now. The first blaringly obvious thing he knew was the two razor sharp blades of air barreling towards him were, without a doubt, moving at speed even his lighting fast reflexes wouldn’t be able to react to. There was no way in hell he could dodge them. With that being said, the second thing he knew was that if these blades hit him, which they most certainly would, he was going to die.

As the attack reaches the halfway point between him and his attacker, number 2 hero Ground Zero, Katsuki Bakugo, feels a wave of emotions crash into him that he can’t place. They are emotions so foreign, he wouldn’t be able to find their origin even if they were circled on a map for him. With them come a heavy dose of realization.

It’s over. All his hopes, all his plans for the future will never come to fruition. Being number one hero? Kiss that goodbye. Since he got his quirk he has been working to be at the very top. For years he has put his everything into being a hero. Blood, sweat, even fucking tears have been shead to get him to where he is. But as devastating as that is, it’s nothing is compared to when he thinks of his family.

He will never see his daughters smiling face again. He’ll never hold his son in his arms again. He will never get to tell or show Ochako how much he fucking loves her. Man, he really has gone soft, but his fucking pride or ego or whatever the hell can fuck off. All the people he loves are flashing before his eyes and sending a massive wave of sadness, regret, dread, fear, and, most damning of all, hopelessness, washing over him.

He is terrified and he is going to die.

Suddenly, he is doing the most cowardly thing he has ever done. His eyes are betraying him and beginning to close, not wanting to see his end coming. Not wanting it to be over with such a bright and happy future ahead of him. If he has to accept it, he doesn’t want to watch it leave. He just hopes that Ochako can forgive him and his young children will remember him.

But, just as his eyes are about to shut. They widen in surprise as he feels himself being slowly pushed out of the time warp and physically forced aside.

It’s her, it has to be.

Ochako’s shoulder slams into his side with the force of a freight train. Just as he begins falling he notices a piece of debris, with the help of zero gravity, hurtling towards the villain. It successfully smashes him in the middle of his face definitely breaking his nose and, based on the loud crack, potentially fractures his skull. He drops like a rock before Katsuki hits the ground.

Katsuki’s eyes flick over in time to see the blade hit Ochako. Blood splatters, floating around her as if she’d used her quirk on it. The force of the blow is enough to send her flying a few feet backwards and flip her body over mid air. The horrible sound that resonates after her impact with the floor signals real time again.

On the ground, his hip and shoulder throbbing, Katsuki’s heart is about to burst out of his chest with how fast it’s beating. He’s in shock and can hardly breathe, but he isn’t concerned about himself.

“Cheeks?!” He shoots upright, ignoring the feeling of bruises forming, and turns his head slightly to see his wife laying on her side with her back to him. There is blood along the ground, trailing to the pillar he had hit were a another sizable divot has made its place slashed into it. A small pool is already starting to form beneath her.

“No...no.” He says feebly.

He scrambles across the floor to her, turning her over to see the gash in her side and a split in her forehead from her impact with the floor. The sight hits Katsuki with another horrible hard to process feeling.

“Oh god, please no.” He rasps as he scoops her up and places her into his lap slightly upright so her head rests into the crook of his neck.

One of his hands cradles her head to and the other moves to apply pressure on the wound to her side. Blood sleeps through his gloved fingers. He can feel her breathing faintly against his neck, but that does nothing to ease his rising anxiety. He leans into her, maneuvering his head just above hers so that he can use his finger to press against his ear piece.

“SOMEONE SEND A MEDIC, URAVITY IS DOWN!” He bellows, “I REPEAT, GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE NOW!”

He let’s go of the button and instantly gets feedback that help is on the way. A small amount of relief washes over him, but his breath is stolen by the sound he hears next.

“Kat-suki?” A weak, garbly voice asks. The voice of an angel.

“Ochako!” A relieved smile creeps on to his face as he cups her cheek, “Oh thank fucking god! Hey look at me, keep talking to me,” he moves her face so she can look at him with glassy brown eyes.

“You... You okay?” She slurs, “Where’s the vill-?” She moves to sit up, but Katsuki stops her, applying more pressure to her side which causes her to wince.

His smile falters, “Hey, don’t move tiger. Don’t worry about him, you already took him out remember? Just keep your eyes open and keep talking to me.”

“I...did?” Her eye brows crease in confusion. She’s not fully with it right now, he can tell by the look in her eye. Her rosy cheeks are starting to lose their color. His fear is settling in.

Memory loss? Not good. She’s losing to much blood and she definitely has a concussion. If Katsuki wasn’t concerned before, he is about to freak out now. He is reminded once again of his tear ducts existence, but he needs to stay calm and strong for her. He has never been the best rescue hero but he certainly is not the stupid kid he used to be. He can feel her sinking deeper into his embrace, and her eyes are getting droopier by the second, where the hell is this back up?

“‘Chaks what are our kid’s names?” He knows he needs to keep her awake and talking.

“This... hurts.” she says grabbing weakly on to his arm applying pressure to her side. She’s not listening, his eyes are watering now.

“Ochako,” he pleads placing his forehead against hers and squeezing his eyes shut to stop the tears rolling down his cheeks, “Please, talk with me. What are y-our babies names? Tell me.”

“Katsuki...”

“No that’s my n-“ his voice cracks and she stops him with gentle carcass to his face. Her hands are trembling.

She whispers something he can’t quite make out and then her hand falls limply to the floor just as the steel doors fly open.

Katsuki doesn’t sleep that night.

————————- end of part 1 of 2