Summary: Despite your love for all things pretty and pink you've got a mean streak, only able to quell your fiery attitude for the green haired cutie in your class. | CW: Death threats and foul language | 1.7k words
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You were a walking contradiction. Pink and girly on the outside, cold and blunt on the inside. Your appearance made others believe you were approachable, when really you were the exact opposite. You were not a people person, and you had no qualms about telling them exactly that. It's not your fault they jumped to conclusions.
Funnily enough, you somehow ended up attending UA. A school where you'd train to be... a hero... to save... people. Strange you know, but honestly, you can't ever picture yourself working a regular nine to five and you hate the idea of being someone's trophy wife, so heroics it is! Plus you have a pretty badass quirk.
On the first day of school you wear your uniform any way but how you're supposed to. Your shirt is slightly baggy. Only half is tucked into your short skirt. The first two button are left undone and rather than the school's issued red tie, you loosely wear a pink one. Pink thigh high socks clad your legs and matching arm warmers drape over your skin. Your nails are done and your makeup is on point (it always is).
Heads turns as you walk up to the school. Your shoulder bag is studded with pins, charms and keychains that jingle every time you move. You pull out your phone ready to take a selfie. You know, something that would commemorate the beginning of your journey to heroism, when someone forms the audacity to tap your shoulder. Your head jerks as you turn around.
"Exuse me, can you tell me where the main hall is?" Says a nameless nobody.
"Do I look like a map?" You say sharply.
"Huh? W-well I-"
"That was a rhetorical question, but I'll answer it anyway. I'm not a map. So why don't use your eyes for what they were made for and look for one."
You breathe a sigh of annoyance and walk away, leaving the student stunned. Upon your arrival to class 1A similar occurrences takes place. Given your appearance, a few students come up to you to make small talk and hopefully earn your friendship.
● "What's your quirk?" Uraraka asks curiously after introducing herself.
"None of your business." You say smoothly, your eyes busy admiring your fresh manicure. "We're in the same class, so I'm sure you'll find out eventually. Patience is a virtue, yeah?"
"R-right..." she says before akwardly shuffling away.
● "Wow, you smell amazing. Girls really are the best!" Mineta says creepily. He gazes up at you from your seat.
You glare down at him. "Ew, what even are you? Do me a favor and stop breathing in my direction or better yet, just stop breathing all together."
"So cold!" He cries.
● "Cool outfit! I didn't know we could wear things like that!" Mina exclaims before Iida steps in.
He glances over your attire disapprovingly. "It doesn't matter how cool her clothes are. They go against the school dress code. You should change before the teacher shows up."
You silently look Iida up and down. He stiffens under your heavy gaze. "You're a lot cuter when you're quiet. You shouldn't let you're good looks go to waste."
A blush grows on Iida's face, he truly wasn't expecting to hear that. "Wha-what do my looks have to do with anything?!"
"God, do you extras ever shut up?! Who gives a shit!" Bakugo barks from the seat in front of you.
"I really don't want to hear that from the guy who looks like he's never used a brush in his life," you snap, giving him a once over. Your come back garners a few gasps and chuckles. "Instead of worrying about us, you should prioritize combing that mane you call a hair style, then maybe we can talk."
Anger floods Bakugo's body. The blonde was pissed before but now he's livid. His fists clench tightly. "The hell you just say to me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, is your lack of brain cells affecting your hearing?" You pull something out of your bag and toss it on his desk. "Ever seen one of those before? It's called a brush. I'm sure even you could afford one."
The entire class was watching now, listening in to see what would happen. "You're really asking for it, huh?" Bakugo growls. You could almost picture the foam bubbling around his mouth. "Think I'll go easy on you just cause you're a girl or something?" His hand darts out, reaching for your collar when it stops midair.
His arm falls, grasping at the fabric of his shirt. He can't move. He can't speak. Bakugo's entire body trembles, a searing pain he can't explain spreads from deep within him. Your now pink irises stare at him apathetically. A grin pulls at your lips as the blonde chokes on a pained grunt.
"I know its the first day of class and all but let me teach you an important lesson. Never pick a fight with someone you know nothing about. It could put you in a very... vulnerable position."
The pink in your eyes fade and Bakugo slumps over his desk. He's gasping for air, breaths fast and uneven. You take your brush back and ignore the frightened looks of your classmates. No one hears another word from Bakugo the rest of the day.
● You're scrolling on your phone when someone comes up to you. "Um, I'm sorry b-but I think you're in my seat." The voice speaks carefully, as if afraid to offend you.
An insult sits ready at the tip of your tongue. It dies as soon as your head lifts to meet two shimmering emerald gems disguised as eyes. The rest of 1A holds their breaths, waiting to hear you snap at their unassuming new classmate. Their eyes nearly fall out of their heads as you silently get up and move to the seat behind you.
"Right... my bad." You say avoiding eye contact.
The freckled boy with a smile that you're positive could save the world, looks at you directly as soon as he sits down. "Thanks, I appreciate that!"
You nod at him shyly. "S-sure."
'Did the mean girl just stutter?!' Everyone thinks in unison. From that point on everyone knew that in order to make you do anything, they'd have to go to Midoriya first.
● You refused to cooperate unless you're on a team with Izuku? Suddenly everyone's begging to be placed on the same team as the green-haired boy. They'd much rather work along side you over facing you as an opponent, especially when it comes to you protecting Izuku. Let's just say you could be pretty ruthless.
● Everyone plans a pool day and can't get you to come? They send Izuku to invite you and suddenly you're amongst them wearing the cutest bathing suit in your closet.
● You go MIA whenever it's your turn to help cook dinner in the dorms? Because you refuse to "slave over a hot stove" for any of the guys in your class? Well, what a coincidence! Midoriya is also on cooking duty! (Yaoyorozu was smart enough to schedule him the same days as you) Before anyone can even attempt to look for you, you're in the kitchen, ruffly pink apron on. And you're running it harder than chef Gordon Ramsey himself.
"We're making katsudon tonight!" You shout to your small team of victims for the evening. "I want that pork crispy and that rice fluffy! I will NOT except anything less than perfection. Am I understood?!"
"YES CHEF!" Sero, Kirishima and Mineta shout back, terrified for their lives. Izuku merely chuckles from behind you. He assumes you're just passionate about cooking, bless his soul such a sweet thing.
● You lounge on one of the couches in the common area. You're watching TV when Todoroki comes in patting his pockets.
"Can someone tell me what time it is? I misplaced my phone."
You chuckle to yourself, eyes still on the screen. "It's time for you to get a watch, buddy."
He looks at you confused. "I already have a watch, but I'm not wearing it today. I just need the time."
Then Izuku comes in at that exact moment. He's sweaty and a bit out of breath. He just came back from his evening run. "Hey Shoto-kun, (y/n)-san. Anyone know what time it is?"
"It's 8:30. 15 minutes longer than your run yesterday. You're really training hard, huh?" You lightly tease.
"Oh! Y-yeah, something like that," he grins while Todoroki gives you a deadpan stare.
You're affection for Izuku quickly become a running joke to the students of 1A. Despite the piece of work you are, they all find your soft spot for Midoriya endearing. Unbeknownst to the boy himself of course, even with Mineta constantly calling him "the chosen one." Regardless, they make sure to never take the teasing too far lest they face your wrath.
Besides Midoriya, you suppose there is one other person you aren't prone to dismiss. That person is none other than Mina. Why? Well... have you seen her?
Mina enters the classroom with a fashion magazine. She immediately runs up to you, revealing a page dedicated to y2k outfits all in your favorite color. "Have you seen the new pieces they're adding to this line?! They all look so cute!" She says, excitement buzzing through her body.
You casually look at the page as she takes a seat next to you. "Oh yeah, these are nice," you say in quiet admiration.
"Right?! We should totally go shopping after school!" She gushes. You nod your head in agreement while flipping to another page.
Kaminari and Mineta watch you two from across the room. They try to wrap their heads around your mysterious fondness for Mina, because aside from Izuku, she's the only person you give the time of day.
"This is... Is (l/n) racist? It has to be racism, right?!" Mineta thinks aloud.
Kaminari hums in contemplation. "Mina is pink... but I don't know man."
Iida then appears beside them. "It wouldn't be racism. Colorism perhaps?"
"Hmm," they hum together while observing the enigma that is you.
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AN: Something short and fun. The idea for this one came to me while I was writing Izuku with a confident reader. I could easily imagine a situation where she was also a mean bean and here we are lol. I enjoyed writing this one and I hope it got a chuckle out of you. Thanks for reading! ♡
MHA | Husband! Izuku X Golden Retriever Wife! Reader
Summary: You can't stop yourself from fawning over everything your husband does! | CW: Soft hours open | 750 words
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It's no secret that you and your husband are constantly dotting on each other. All of your friends say the same thing; that you and Izuku are two golden retrievers that found each other. Always loving, always affectionate. You shamelessly agree, but your husband would say that you are... well, extreme.
For you, it's more than just casual admiration. It's borderline obsession. You just love every single thing about Izuku! No matter how miniscule, domestic, or ordinary it might seem to someone else. From the day you first laid eyes on the shy, freckled man you could only view him through a rose tinted glass. He was everything you could've wished for and more! To you, he had no flaws. To you, he was perfect.
= Everyday you wake up to see your handsome spouse sleeping peacefully beside you, you fall in love all over again. You feel your heart throb the same way it did when you first met. You calmly watch his soft expression in the morning light. Izuku's sleepy eyes crack open to meet yours. He smiles lazily.
"How are you so handsome," you whisper before pouncing on him. You pepper his face with kisses as he simply holds you tight.
"Hehe, good morning to you, too."
= Every time something needs to be opened, you make Izuku help you. It doesn't matter what it is: jars, cans, bottled drinks. You could easily do it yourself and your husband knows it. Still, he never complains when you hand him something. You stand by, watching those toned muscles of his flex for a second. Like a pup, you grow jittery, unable to contain yourself.
"There you go," he says, handing you the open jar of honey.
You ignore it and instead wrap your hands around his bicep and bite him. Izuku jumps, unable to pull away lest he drop the jar. A faint blush grows on his cheeks. "Ah! You always scare me when you do that," he huffs.
"Sorry~" you say happily after pulling back.
= You and izuku had just come back from grocery shopping. Each and every time you offer to help him carry in the bags he either stubbornly refuses or gives you the lightest item. Today, he declines your help with a simple, "I got it, honey!" His grins in content as you watch him load bag after bag on his arms and hands, both limbs covered in hanging plastic. "See? Easy peasy!"
As soon as Izuku turns around to carry them in, you jump on his back in a surprise attack. Your arms settle around his neck, your legs around his waist. The man is shocked but his form is unwavering beneath you. He doesn't buckle in the slightest.
"Still easy?" You taunt.
Izuku chuckles at your antics. You always manage to keep him on his toes. "This is nothing for me," he says with a rare air of cockiness.
"I guess you're number one for a reason, huh? My husband is so strong!" You say nuzzling his cheek.
"You're full of energy today, honey."
= Between you and Izuku you both knew you were the better cook. Despite this fact, your husband would always do his best to put a meal together for you whenever you didn't quite feel like getting in the kitchen yourself. Tonight he made a simple curry with rice. And while it may not have been as good as anything you could've thrown together, you still praise him to the moon and back. You eat a spoonful before letting your utensil clatter against the bowl. You pinch the bridge of your nose while sighing deeply. This alarms Izuku.
"W-what's wrong? Does it taste weird?"
"How did I get so lucky? Not only am I married to the best guy in the world, I'm also married to the best cook!" You express as you eat another bite.
You clap happily while doing a little dance in your seat. Izuki sighs, relieved.
= Later that night, Izuku holds you close as you drift to sleep. This time he's the one watching you. He thanks every deity in the universe for blessing him with such an amazing partner. He couldn't ask for anything more. Everything he could ever want lay softly in his arms. Izuku kisses your head and closes his eyes.
Hey so can I have scenario where s/o is in kitchen and she’s just like “anyone who disturbs me while I’m in kitchen will feel my wrath” and then welcomes Izuku into the kitchen happily, and Denki is just like in back, “THE Favouritism” and s/o is like “well… yea… of course I Have a favourite”?
The Exception
MHA | Midoriya Izuku X Mean! Girly! Reader
Summary: Class 1A continues to face your blatant favoritism for Deku. | CW: Minor foul language | 2.6k words (This is basically a continuation of Mean in Pink but can be read seperately!)
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You'd never admit you had a bias towards Midoriya, but you didn't have to. It was plain as day for everyone, even the freckled boy himself. While he had his doubts at first, it quickly became apparent. Maybe it was the way he held himself. Relatable and trusting yet brave and dependable when the situation called for it. Maybe it was his mannerisms. Always considerate, always selfless, always putting others before himself. Or maybe it was his big, round puppy-like eyes.
No matter how long you lingered on the thought, you couldn't figure out what it was. The soft spoken boy was magnetic and you never bothered to resist his pull. As the school year went on, you and Deku got closer (not that you gave him much choice anyway).
☆ At some point, Izuku stopped bothering to look for a partner whenever Aizawa sensei assigned group projects. He knew you'd always be the first person at his side before he could even begin to look around. On the off chance that he declined your offer in order to partner with Iida or Uraraka he'd apologize repeatedly.
"You know I always enjoy working with you (l/n)-san b-but I promised I'd team up with Iida this time..." He trails off. Unbeknownst to him the rest of 1A listens in with their jaws clenched. They fear you were about to blow a gasket.
You merely pause for moment, eyes slowly landing on the back of Tenya's head. "Iida, huh? I see."
"I really am sorry! We can-" Izuku starts.
You give him a relaxed close eyed smile. "What are you apologizing for? It's no big deal! There's always next time!"
Despite your reassurance, Izuku bows in apology several more times before leaving the classroom. He's relieved to not have hurt your feelings. He's so silly! As if he could ever do such a thing. Deku could never be to blame. The fault here lies solely on Iida.
The class president shivers as a mysterious sense of dread befalls him. He looks across the room only to be met with glaring pink irises. Your eyes glow, heavy with the threat of unleashing your quirk on him. Tenya glances down at your balled fist, and begins to sweat after seeing the remains of a snapped pencil in your clutches.
☆ Class 1A takes a holiday field trip to the beach and you seriously contemplate calling out "sick" to avoid the whole thing. Something about "classroom bonding" and "collaborative synergy for hero work" or some junk. The beach always sounds fun in theory, but in reality its a nightmare, especially for a high maintenance girly like yourself. Ocean trash, slimy seaweed, constantly reapplying sunscreen just to avoid uneven tan marks and worst of all- sand! It gets EVERYWHERE! But despite your best efforts, Mina drags you along while you mentally kick and scream.
You're now laid back in a beach chair, comfortably tucked under the shade of an umbrella. Both of which are pink (because a hot girl always stays ready 😉) You lazily flip through a celebrity magazine, large sunglasses sat on the bridge of your nose as Mina continues her restless attempts at getting you to join in the festivities.
"Come on, (y/n)! There's lots for us to do! Kirishima and Sero are playing volleyball with some of the other guys. Lets join them!"
"You go ahead, I'm fine here," you say.
"Oh! Yaomomo and the girls are making sand castles! Wanna give that a try?"
" ...No thanks."
"How about we help Bakugo with the barbecue? I'm sure he could use a hand!" Mina insists.
"Are we cooking him?"
"Huh? Of course not!"
"Then I'm good."
"Ugh! (Y/nnnnn)," she whines. "What do I have to do to make yo-" Mina cuts herself off when she spots Deku by the water. A mischievous grin takes over. "You know what? Never mind, I don't know why I bother~" She says with a strange lilt to her voice. "By the way, who's that over there?"
You slowly peel your gaze away from the pages and look in the direction your friend's pointing. Your eyes find Izuku just as he begins to shed his white tee. Your eyes expand before you tuck your face deep in the magazine. You hope it does well to cover your expression, but Mina snatches it. She then jumps up and shouts, "Midoriya!" while waving her arms.
The boy jumps before waving back, albeit a bit confused. He adjusts a pair of scuba goggles on his head while Mina grabs your wrist and tugs you to the shore. Your precious shades tumble into the sand with the sudden movement. Next to Deku is Todoroki whose holding his own pair of scuba goggles too.
"Hey guys!" Mina greets. "What are you up to? Got room for two more?"
"Midoriya was telling me about a coral reef that's nearby," Todoroki says.
"Oh yeah! There's supposed to be a big ecosystem of fish and other ocean life there. We were planning to have a look if you guys wanna join us," Izuku explains.
Mina gasps in exaggerated shock. "Oh wow! You hear that (y/n)? Doesn't that sound so fun!" She smiles while poking her elbow into your side.
You fidget with the end of your swimsuit cover, nerves alight. "I mean, yeah... t-that sounds cool."
"Great!" Midoriya cheers. "I'll grab some more gear for you guys. Todoroki-kun, can you give me a hand?"
Shoto nods and walks off with Izuku. All the while, your eyes stay glued to Deku's form. "I guess the beach isn't that bad," you mutter.
"What was that?" Mina teases.
"Nothing!"
☆ You sit around a bond fire with the rest of your class on another trip. You guys went camping this time, and it wasn't completely terrible. Aside from the porta-potties, spotty wifi, and dear god, the BUGS. You nearly busted a lung with the scream you let out when a beetle landed on your arm. Bakugo laughed and you nearly killed him, literally. Aizawa had to stop you.
All that fun stuff aside, things calmed down as the sun began to set. And with the sun's retreat went the warmth of the day. You shiver as a cool wind blows past and Ojiro is the first to notice.
"Are you cold?" He says.
Mineta jumps up before you can even speak. "We can share my blanket! You'll have to scoot closer tho~"
You revere him the same way you did that beetle. "I'd rather freeze to death."
"Any minute now..." Sero whispers to Kaminari. "3... 2... aaaand..."
"I-if you want, you can burrow my jacket (l/n)-san," Midoriya shyly offers from beside her.
"1! Bingo!" Sero whisper shouts.
"Dude!" Kaminari laughs. "That's awesome! You got the timing down and everything!"
"Haha, its not rocket science. Whenever Midoriya moves (l/n) follows. They're like magnets!"
The blonde snickers in return before watching the pair again.
You freeze, eyes on Izuku. "What about you? I mean... won't you get cold?"
The green eyed boy quickly shakes his head. "It's okay! I don't get cold easy, plus I packed a spare. Here." Midoriya shrugs the article off his body before you can stop him (not that you planned to) and gently draps it around your shoulders. "Is that better?"
You tug the edges closer to your chest. The lingering remnants of his body heat seep into you. The All Might jacket smells of citrus soap. It surrounds and soothes your senses, the cold from before long forgotten.
"Thank you," you mumble into the article.
Izuku blinds you with another one of his signature smiles and says, "anytime!"
It isn't until a week after the trip did he begin to regret his words. You took his "anytime" as permission to practically keep the zip up for yourself. You didn't wear it out, too scared at the thought of staining or damaging it. Instead it stayed safely tucked away in your dorm. Worn on a giant teddy bear you cuddled to sleep. Deku had nearly lost hope in ever retrieving his jacket, until he finally mustered up the nerve to simply ask for it back. It was in his hands, washed, pressed, and folded the very next day. He blushed deeply after realizing his jacket now smelled like you. A mix of cinnamon, spice and something nice. No thanks to the perfume you may or may not have purposely sprayed on it.
☆ This time you're in the dorm's common kitchen. You felt like making yourself a sweet treat today, so you move about the space in your iconic pink apron while readying the ingredients. Some of your classmates are sprinkled throughout the lounge area not too far away. Some are preoccupied watching TV, others engage in a card game and a few chat amongst themselves in the dining area. Everyone made sure to stear clear of the kitchen though.
A silent rule had formed for the students of 1A. One they quickly learned and adapted to. The rule? That NO ONE is to enter the kitchen if you're cooking. Distractions cause mistakes, and mistakes lead to less than perfect desserts and you couldn't have that. Mineta learned that lesson the hard way. Safe to say you made an example of him and everyone else quickly got the memo: "Don't mess with (y/n) when she's cooking."
Ojirou leans back against the couch. Pulling his eyes away from the TV he lets out a deep sigh. "Dang it."
"What's wrong?" Satou says from beside him.
"I left my water bottle in the kitchen."
Satou spares him a look of pity. "Oh..." Both look over the backrest. They find you mixing the wet ingredients for your famous sugar cookies. "I don't think you'll be getting it back anytime soon."
"Yeah..." Ojirou replies with a sweatdrop.
"Never say never," Kaminari joins. "All you have to do is sneak it out the kitchen without her noticing," he chuckles.
"Easier said than done," Satou quips.
"We just need someone with the right quirk to do it. I'm sure Tokoyami's Dark Shadow could snatch it in a flash!"
All three boys turn to Tokoyami who sits perpendicular to them on a single sofa. He stares at the playing movie with his arms crossed. "No." He states with finality. His classmates groan in complaint.
"Maybe Sero can do it. His tape would work," Kaminari thinks aloud.
Said boy then walks over after hearing his name. "And risk spilling something on the floor? Or worse, on her? I like (l/n), I really do, but I think I like being alive a little more," Sero explains. "We all remember what happened to Mineta."
They wince collectively at the memory. Bakugo and Kirishima make their way over. They settle on the floor as Kaminari speaks again. "I still don't know how she didn't get in trouble for that."
"Well, Mineta does get hit by the girls pretty often," Kirishima adds.
"And he usually deserves it but (l/n) put him out of commission for a day. A whole DAY!"
Bakugo's mood sours at the topic. He's been at the receiving end of your wrath more than once and the conversation was hitting a little too close to home. "The chick's a damn psychopath. There's nothing more to-"
"Kirishima! Come here," your voice calls from the kitchen.
Everyone jumps, worried you'd overheard. The red head begins to sweat bullets as he shakily stands. He makes his way over, standing on the boundary line between living room and kitchen. "Uh, y-yeah? What's up?"
You continue to wisk with your back turned. You pause before pointing to a ball of unmixed cookie dough. "I need you to knead that. Wash your hands first."
"Oh, uh, okay." He throws a confused look back to his friends before doing as told. "So um, what are we making?"
"Sugar cookies."
"Sweet! You um, think I could have some after we finish?" He asks with hopeful eyes.
You glance at Kirishima from the corner of your eye as you prep the frosting. "I guess it's only fair. Just don't overknead my dough."
The boy grins happily, the prospect of getting free cookies all the motivation he needs. "Yes chef!"
As the first batch begins to bake, the sweet smell of butter and sugar fills the room. Everyone begins to salivate, hoping to a get a bite once their done. You'd normally leave a batch out for everyone to finish once you've had your fill. You were a piece of work but everyone loved your desserts.
Midoriya, who was busy with homework, follows the tempting scent downstairs. He greets his fellow classmates on the way to the kitchen. His strides through the tiled area casually, none the wiser to the bewildered looks thrown his way. He spots you pulling a tray out the oven.
"You're making cookies? They look great!"
You nearly trip at the sound of his voice. "Oh! Y-yeah, I was craving them, you know?" You awkwardly transfer the cookies to a cooling rack under his watchful eye.
"Do you need any help?" He offers.
"That's okay. This is the last batch so I'm pretty much finished. Do you... want to try them?"
"Can I?"
"Yeah! Go sit down, I'll bring you some!"
"Hey! What about us?!" Kaminari whines from the couch. "We've been down here way longer than Midoriya. How come he gets the first cookie? I mean I get he's your favorite but still, the favoritism is crazy! It blows my mind!"
You could hear a pen drop, the room it was so quiet. The blond immediately regrets his words as fear overcomes him.
Your now pink eyes bore into Kaminari. "That lump of mush you call a brain doesn't amount to much so I'm sure your mind gets blown quite often. Also, I don't recall anyone asking for your opinion. It's no secret that Midoriya's my favorite. Do you have a problem with that?" You take a step in his direction and everyone freaks out.
The blonde scrambles off the couch desperate to keep as much distance between you two. "N-NO! No problem! There's no problem at all! I don't even know why I said that! Hehe... he," he tries to laugh off.
Your eyes remain aglow until Izuku grabs your hand, pulling you back slightly. You freeze. "C-come on (l/n), you know Kaminari. He doesn't really think before he speaks. Don't get upset, okay?"
Just like that, all your anger dissipates. You look down at your hand in his and fight the urge to faint. Face warm, you merely nod in compliance as he guides you back to the baked goods. Kaminari breathes a sigh of relief as he tells everyone that Midoriya just saved his life. Deku sits at a table nearby as you prepare his cookies as promised. Its only then that he recalls what you said.
"It's no secret that Midoriya's my favorite."
His face explodes in a burst of color, his ears steaming.
You soon bring over a saucer plate with three heart shaped cookies topped with pink sugar crystals and a small cup of milk. You were getting bolder with your affections and Deku didn't know how to handle it. He was this close to passing out his damn self. You take a seat across from him a watch closely. He takes a bite into the soft, warm treat and marvels at the taste.
"It's great! How do you get them so fluffy?"
"It's really easy actually..." You happily answer his questions as he takes another bite.
Meanwhile, Sero and the others laugh at Kaminari's shaken form. "How's it feel to dance with death?" Sero teases.
"Not funny!" The blonde cries.
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AN: I got a bit carried away with all the theatrics but what can I say? Writing banter is fun! Nesting, I'm sorry this took so long to get out! I hope it was worth the wait. Thanks for reading! ♡
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K | Saiki Kusuo X Foreign! Reader
This is technically part two to this one-shot but it can be read as a stand alone. Summary: It's your first day at PK Academy and Saiki now has to introduce you to all of his wonderful friends. | CW: Fluff, fluff, and fluff. | 3.4k words
Saiki's thoughts | Reader's thoughts
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It was Monday morning and (y/n) hardly slept a wink. She was anxious about attending her first day of class in a new country. She wonders what the school culture is like.
'Are they welcoming? Will anyone even talk to me? It'd be nice if Kusuo and I have the same class together.'
The girl's thoughts are all over the place, but there was no time to waste. She couldn't be late on her first day! Just down the hall, Saiki is still in bed, his weary purple eyes stare up at the ceiling. Thanks to (y/n), he also wasn't able to sleep a wink. Her scattered thoughts kept him from resting soundly. Despite his slight irritation, he didn't blame her. He was also worried about today for his own reasons.
The pair of teens eventually make their way down stairs where breakfast is waiting for them. Kuniharu is already at the table. He quickly shovels food in his mouth while muttering about how he can't be late again. His wife, Kurumi, places another dish on the table before helping him with his tie.
"Good morning you two!" The woman greets. "Oh, (y/n)-chan! You look so cute in your uniform!"
"Thank you, Kurumi-san," the girl says shyly.
As soon as she and Kusuo sit down, Kuniharu springs up, rushing to the door. "Have a good day at school you guys, I've gotta run!"
"Why are you in such a rush?" Saiki asks.
"Kusuo you know how important your father's work is! The office needs me!" Kuniharu claims as he puts on his shoes.
'I guess he's right about that. No one else can lick boots like he does.'
Kurumi gives her husband a quick kiss goodbye before he dashes out the door. She then joins (y/n) and Kusuo for breakfast. "You kids look exhausted! Make sure to eat lots, okay? Today's a big day for you (y/n)! Are you excited?"
"Honestly, I'm more nervous than excited," (y/n) admits.
"That's just first day jitters! I'm sure you'll have a great time. It might not seem like it but my Ku-chan is pretty popular. He's got tons of friends at school! I'm sure he can introduce you!"
'Kusuo has friends?'
'They're not my friends.'
After breakfast, Saiki is eager to leave. If he left early enough he wouldn't have to worry about running into Nendo or Kaido. He didn't want them knowing (y/n) was living with him. Unfortunately, his mom made a big fuss about sending the girl off on her first day.
Kurumi drags the teens outside to take pictures. She aims her digital camera at (Y/n) and Kusuo as they stand side by side in front of the house. "Ok! Big smiles! 3, 2, 1, cheese!" The camera flashes non-stop as she takes one photo after another.
Saiki stares at the lens with his usual neutral expression. 'This is ridiculous. We're going to school not the military.' He looks over at (y/n) to see if she's feeling just as miserable. To his shock the girl is beaming. She smiles widely, chuckling and going along with his mother's every command.
'This feels a bit silly, but it's kinda fun!'
"Ok, get closer you too! Do something cute!" Kurumi shouts. She leans forward, camera glued to her face.
(Y/n) shuffles closer to Saiki from behind. She holds both her pointer fingers up to his head giving the boy demon horns. Her head tilts to the side giving the camera another big smile. Saiki's expression cracks. He's bewildered by her sudden closeness.
*flash*
The camera captures the moment. Kurumi reviews the photo and gushes immediately. "How adorable! I can never get Kusuo to show any emotion for our family photos, but he actually looks surprised here! Good job (y/n)!"
Saiki sighs at his mother's theatrics. The day had just started and he was already tired. "We have to get going now, mom," he says.
"Oh! Of course! Just one more! All together now!" The woman runs over to the pair and flips the camera around. She puts her arm around Kusuo while (y/n) holds up the peace sign. She snaps a few selfies and finally releases them. Once the kids are out of sight she enters the house and looks over each picture fondly. Kurumi tears up slightly. "How sweet, (y/n) makes me wish I had a daughter."
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Saiki keeps his head on a swivel as he guides (y/n) to school. He feels a little better now that he's left home. If he ran into someone from school now, he could just say he was helping (y/n) find her way.
'It'll be fine. Still, I should avoid running into anyone I know just to be on the safe si-'
"Buddy!" Comes a distant shout. (Y/n) stops to locate the voice while Kusuo is overwhelmed with a sense of dread. "Saiki! Wait up, buddy!"
(Y/n) can see someone running towards them from far away. She squints, trying to get a better look when Kusuo suddenly grabs her wrist and starts running.
The strange boy behind them shouts out again. He runs faster now, trying to catch up. "Saiki, buddy! Wait up!"
"He clearly knows you!" She says.
'Of course Nendo would show up now of all times!'
Saiki pulls (y/n) along but she struggles to keep up. The boy loses his grip on her when her foot catches on a patch of cracked pavement. Before Saiki can turn around to catch (y/n), she clashes into someone as they turn a corner. The girl sees a flash of blue as her body collides with another. The stranger breaks her fall as they both hit the ground.
"AAH!" A voice shouts in fear before turning to pain.
"Shun!" Someone else cries.
Kaido struggles to catch his breath as his back flares with pain. His eyes open slowly before widening in shock. A girl rests on top of him, their faces just a few inches apart. He immediately goes red. 'Who is she? An angel?'
The boy watches in a daze as (y/n) quickly scrambles off him. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!" She says.
"...Huh?" Kaido replies slowly.
"Shun! You alright? That was one hell of a fall." Kuboyasu calls before giving him a hand.
"Oh, y-yeah I'm ok..."
Saiki sighs in defeat. 'So much for avoiding anyone I know. I guess it was inevitable.'
"Are you hurt?" He says while helping (y/n) up.
"No, I'm ok. This guy broke my fall." She says looking at Kaido. "I'm sorry about that, I really didn't mean to run into you."
The blue-haired teen crosses his arm suddenly. He boasts a strong stance. "Don't worry. A fall like that is nothing for a guy like me!"
"Hm? What are you doing here Saiki? You know this girl?" Kuboyasu asks.
That's when Nendo finally catches up. He's panting harshly from all the running. "Why... didn't you... wait for me... buddy? Oh. Who's this?" He says looking at (y/n).
The girl clutches her shoulder bag nervously. She glances between the three unwavering pairs of eyes on her. "Um, you know these guys, Kusuo?"
'KUSUO?!' They think simultaneously.
'Good grief. I figured something like this would happen.'
"How long have you had a girlfriend Saiki?" Nendo says, confident he'd figured out what was going on. "There's no need to hide her from us. We're all friends here!"
'G-girlfriend?!'
'Girlfriend?'
The tall boy walks forward. "Hey there, the name's Nendo Riki. Nice to meet you." The other two soon join in.
"I'm Kuboyasu Aren, a friend of Saiki's." The bespectacled boy says with a bow.
"My peers refer to me as Kaido Shun, but that is merely an alias! My true name is the Jet-Black Wings!" He says so dramatically background music is almost heard.
"...what?" (Y/n) says with a slight head tilt.
"Ignore him," Saiki says.
"Um ok, well I'm-"
"I already know who you are!" Kaido interrupts with a bandaged hand held up to his face. "Our collision earlier was no coincidence. You are a fallen angel sent by the Knights of Judgement to aid me in my quest to defeat Dark Reunion!"
"..." Everyone falls silent.
(Y/n) looks at Kaido confused for a moment. Her face then lights up. "Oh, I get it! This is some kind of role-play, right?"
'Close enough.'
Nendo and Kuboyasu stiffle their chuckles as Kaido goes red again.
"I have to admit I'm not used to seeing such shameless displays. Open role-play like this isn't common in my country. Japan really is different!" (Y/n) informs happily.
'No. This is weird for us too.'
"But I'm all for trying new things," she continues, now speaking to Kaido directly. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do as a fallen angel, but I'll do what I can to help you beat the Dark Reunions!"
Shun looks at (y/n) like she's quite literally heaven sent. "Saiki! Your girlfriend is the best!"
"She's not my girlfriend," the psychic finally says.
"She's not?" Kuboyasu goes. "But she called you by your first name and everything."
"This is (l/n) (y/n). She's a foreign exchange student who'll be going to our school. (L/n) isn't from Japan so she's unfamiliar with our customs. That's why you heard her use my first name earlier," the boy lies.
"Ooooh," his friends say, finally understanding.
(Y/n) gives Saiki a confused glance. It's true that she wasn't from here but after all the work she'd done to learn Japanese, (y/n) was very familiar with their customs. She only called Saiki by his first name because his family said it was okay.
'We haven't known each other long. Maybe he's just not comfortable with it.'
'It's true we just met, but that's not it.'
The group of five continue their journey to school as a unit. Saiki lets them lead the way as he and (y/n) hang back. He takes this opportunity to talk to her. "Try not to use my given name outside the house. People will get the wrong idea about us."
"Sure, sorry about that," (y/n) apologizes.
"It's fine, I should've said something ahead of time," he says. "Also, I'd rather people not know we live together."
Saiki's final sentence surprises her a bit. "Oh... ok." 'Is he embarrassed to be seen with me or something? I thought Saiki was starting to warm up to me. Was I being too hopeful?'
Saiki flinches at her thoughts. He feels bad for making (y/n) doubt herself. For making her doubt him, but he also knows people would lose their minds if they found out.
"It's not for any weird reason," Kusuo attemps to explain. "The kids at school tend to jump to conclusions is all. I don't want them spreading any weird rumors."
"It's fine, Saiki. You don't have to explain."
'Who cares about some dumb rumors? Is he that repulsed at the idea of people thinking we're... together? I'm not that bad! ...Am I? No! I'm not! He's the one making things weird for no reason.'
Saiki feels a significant dip in (y/n)'s mood. He knew she was already feeling anxious about her first day and he wasn't helping. The guilt sits heavy in his chest but he doesn't know how to fix it.
'I'm just making things worse. Maybe meeting the others will cheer her up.'
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When (y/n) gets to school she's put in the same class as Saiki. Although this outcome is what she originally hoped for, she wonders if it was really for the best. She didn't want to cause Kusuo anymore trouble. Despite how (y/n) was feeling, she honestly didn't have any time to dwell on it. As soon as the class was released for break she got ambushed. Nearly the entire class huddled around her desk, everyone shooting rapid fire comments and questions her way.
"I'm Hairo Kineshi! And on behalf of PK Academy I'd like to officially welcome you to our school! As class president it's my job to make sure everyone feels comfortable in the classroom, so don't hesitate to come to me if you have any issues!"
'That's nice of him. He's pretty intense though.'
'That's his tame version.'
"Woah! I'm totally felling your spiritual energy, new girl! Let me read your fortune, yeah?" Says Mikoto. "Hm, let's see... You can be shy at times, but you've got a cool personality. You're a big reader and appreciate people who have a good sense of humor! Your chances for romance are... 60% and it looks like your future man is... in this room? Woah, didn't see that coming."
'That's pretty spot on. I wonder how accurate her predictions normally are though.'
'100% unfortunately.'
"Hi! (L/n)-chan, right? I'm Teruhashi Kokomi! I know how scary first days can be so don't be afraid to ask me for help. And if you don't have anyone to sit with at lunch, you can always eat with me!"
'Good to know, she seems nice enough.'
"Pardon me for taking up your precious break time, but I wanted to introduce myself. I normally don't bother getting to know new students as most people seem to find me bothersome, but this is the first time I've gotten a chance to speak with a foreigner for myself andcouldn'tpossiblyletthisrareopportunitypassmeby.i'msureyouunderstandasicanimagineyoucametojapanforsimilar-" says a boy who never actually got around to introducing himself.
'I try not to judge others, but I can see why people don't talk to him.'
'He's okay to judge.'
"Hey there beautiful, I couldn't help but notice your unique guardian spirit. If you want I can tell you all about it. It's rare and exotic like you. I'm Toritsuka Reita by the way, here for all your spirit medium needs," he informs with a wink.
(Y/n) just stares at him. "My... what needs?"
He ignores her question and continues his monologue. "We may not be in the same classroom but I'm only a call away. If you're having a hard time getting around, I'd be more than happy to give you a tour. Don't be a stranger~"
'I think I'd rather get lost.'
'That makes two of us.'
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The school bell rings releasing everyone for the day. (Y/n) sits back in her seat with a stretch and a huff. She never imagined her first day would be so... eventful. She's grateful for the warm welcomes she received regardless.
"Hey, (l/n)-san," Kuboyasu calls. "Me, Shun and a few others are going out for ramen. Care to join us?"
"Oh, uh..." (Y/n) wants to accept, but she stops herself after glancing at Saiki. "I'm okay, you guys go ahead."
'I'm sure Saiki will be going with them. I don't want to get in the way.'
"You sure?"
"Yeah, thank you for inviting me though. I appreciate it."
"No problem..." Kuboyasu says lowly. He watches (y/n) quickly gather her belongings and leave the room. He goes back to his friend group who immediately look for her.
"Um, where's my angel?" Questions Kaido. "She's needs to be in good shape if we're going to fight the forces of darkness together!"
'Worry about your own shape first.'
"She just left. Said she was okay," Aren explains.
"What? Whhyyyyy?" Kaido whines.
"Maybe she had to take a dump," Nendo adds.
'That's definitely not it.'
The bunch end up leaving soon after. They trail not too far behind (y/n), walking in the same direction.
"Maybe she was just being polite, you should invite her again." Kaido says to Kuboyasu.
The other boy shakes his head. "Give it a rest man, she already said no. We can invite (l/n)-san again tomorrow."
The blue-haired boy pouts in disappointment before giving up.
"You really like (l/n), huh Kaido?" Says Nendo.
Said boy blushes slightly. "W-well of course I do. (L/n) is super nice and... and she doesn't judge me like the other kids."
'She definitely thinks you're a little weird. She's just kind enough not to show it.'
"I have to agree," Kuboyasu replies. "(L/n) seems like a nice girl. What do you think Nendo?"
"Huh? Oh well uh... she hasn't called me dumb yet, so that's nice!"
'Give her a few more days.'
Saiki listens quietly as his friends go on to praise the school's newest student. It's no surprise to him that they like her. Even the stoic Kusuo had a fondness for (y/n) that he wouldn't admit. He watches her lone figure walk ahead of them, pausing when his group turns for the ramen shop.
"There's something I have to take care of. You guys go without me." Saiki says ignoring the huffs of sadness heard at his sudden departure.
The trio watch as their friend runs to catch up with (y/n). "What was that about?!" Kaido wonders.
"Maybe those two are closer than they led on," Kuboyasu thinks aloud.
"You think so?!"
Nendo stands behind the nosey pair, more concerned about filling his belly. "We're still getting ramen, right?"
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(Y/n) turns around at the approaching footsteps she hears behind her. Her brows furrow subtlety at the sight of Saiki. "What are you doing here? I thought you were hanging out with your friends."
Saiki slows his pace once he's beside her. "It's still your first day. I'll walk you home so you can learn the way."
"I'll be fine, I have my GPS. You didn't have to leave your friends... for me."
"Those idiots go out for ramen everyday, I'm not missing anything," he explains. "Besides, these neighborhoods can be hard to navigate. If you got lost my mom would be upset with me. It may not seem like it, but she can be terrifying."
(Y/n) chuckles at the thought of an angry Kurumi. What would that even look like? "Sooo, what you're really saying is that you're only helping me to save yourself."
Saiki's eyes widen. 'No, that's not it! How does she keep managing to twist my words?'
"I'm not that selfish. Do you think I wouldn't feel bad if something happened to you?"
'W-what does he mean?'
(Y/n)'s face goes warm. "No, that's uh- that's not what I meant. I'm just surprised is all. You don't really seem like the deeply caring type... no offense."
'I guess that's my own fault.'
"None taken."
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At school the next day, (y/n) is surrounded once again. Everyone wants to know more about her. What her own country is like and how it's different from theirs. The people, food, customs, fashion trends and more. And then the question of where she lives comes up.
"Where are you staying, (l/n)-chan? Do you have relatives here?"
The girl is flustered. She tries to come up with something quick. "Oh! Um, well-"
"(L/n)'s living with me. My family is hosting her," Saiki casually answers from his desk. His eyes don't stray from the book in his hands as everyone looks at him.
"WHAT?!" The class shouts.
The smallest smirk creeps on his lips. Saiki hated attention more than anyone, but for the sake of his new friend, he would endure the spotlight... just for today though. ⸌̊(⎚⁔̶⎚)⸍ ̊
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AN: Ok! Here's the long awaited part 2! (Here's part 1!) I had started and finished watching Saiki K Reawakened before writing this (to help with keeping everyone in character) and it made me realize how much I love Kaido! He's literally so silly and I love his voice! The Japanese VA really does him justice.
I honestly wish we got more episodes but all things must eventually come to an end, I guess. I want to write some hc's for Kaido but I can't say when as I have a bunch of other pieces that need attention. Just know the idea is on the back burner!
Summary: After receiving his very first love note, Izuku begins the search to find his secret admirer. | CW: None ♡ | 2.5k words
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Monday
You are the sun and I the moon.
Each day your radiance makes me swoon.
Do you think of me the way I think of you?
Come Valentine I'll find out soon.
Xoxo,
your secret admirer ♡
Izuku reads and re-reads the note clutched in his shaky hands. Was this right? Someone must've made a mistake. In all his 15 years no one had ever written him a love letter. Maybe the pale pink paper he found tucked away in his desk was put there by accident. He folds the note closed, reading the name on top. To: Midoriya I. it says. Nope, there was no denying it. This letter was for him! But... who could've-
"Good morning, Deku!" Uraraka greets happily. Izuku jumps, attempting to hide the note, but it's too late. Ochako immediately takes notice of it. "Hm? What's that?"
"Oh! Uraraka-san! I-it's nothing!" He rambles nervously.
"It looks like a love note!" She cheerfully beams, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"What's this about a love note?" Iida says walking up.
"Wait what? Midoriya, you got a love letter?" Kaminari joins in with Mineta nearby.
"He did?! Like from an actual girl? Let us see it!" The grape shouts.
To Izuku's horror a group forms around his desk. His classmates ask rapid fire questions, most of which he can't answer.
"Alright guys, not all at once," Iida says, acting as the voice of reason. "Midoriya, notes like these are personal, you don't have to share it with us if you don't want to."
Izuku, despite being embarrassed over the situation, looks at his class rep with gratitude. He takes a deep breath, blush prominent on his cheeks. "W-well this is the first time I've gotten a note like this. I'd like to figure out who it's from... so I can thank them," he shyly admits.
"You don't know who wrote it?" Uraraka asks.
The freckled boy shakes his head. "It was left inside my desk, but there's no signature. It just says "secret admirer." Izuku says handing the note to Iida. His other classmates immediately rush behind him to read it.
With a hand on his chin Iida's eyes quickly drift over the note before returning it. "It seems like who ever wrote this plans to reveal themselves on Valentine's Day. A confession perhaps? It's only a few days away so I wouldn't worry too much."
"C-c-confession?!" Izuku squeaks, face going beet red again.
"This is so unfair!" Mineta cries. "Why is Midoriya the only one with a secret admirer?! What about me?! Why don't I have one?!"
"It's probably because you're a perverted gremlin," Sero laughs.
"If it makes you feel better you can have one of mine, Mineta," Todoroki says quietly. Everyone stares as he walks to his desk and returns with a thick handful of cutely decorated love letters. "Here."
"As if that would make me feel better!" The pervert wails.
Everyone gasps at their stoic classmate.
"Where the heck did you get all those?!" Exclaims Mina, asking the question on everyone's mind.
"Hm? I get these all the time. I thought it was normal for everyone," Todoroki answers.
Everyone sighs with a sweatdrop. "I don't think getting that much of anything is normal. Seems manly though! You're totally a ladies man!" Kirishima cheers.
The bell rings, signaling the start of class. The group disperses just as (y/n) enters the room. She takes a seat next to Izuku after greeting him. "What was that all about?" She questions.
"I'll explain later," he sighs.
Tuesday
The next day Izuku arrives at school extra early. He stalks the hallway leading to his class, hoping to see if he'll receive another note. He waits and waits as more students begin to trickle in, but no luck. No one out of the ordinary comes by. At first he thought it could be someone from outside the hero course, but now he wonders. Is his secret admirer amongst one of the A and B classes? There was no way to know for sure.
This time he finds a letter in his desk after lunch. He immediately opens it.
Your hair, soft and wild like a green ocean.
So enchanting, is this a potion?
Your emerald eyes always gleam.
They make my day like you wouldn't believe.
Your spotted freckles, like starts in the sky.
They suit you perfectly, I can't lie.
To me you're perfect in every way.
Promise you'll never doubt yourself, okay?
Xoxo,
your secret admirer ♡
Wednesday
This time Izuku asked Aizawa sensei if anyone came by the classroom during lunch time. The man told him that he was the only person in class, and that he hadn't seen a soul.
"Why do you ask?" Aizawa questions.
"N-no reason!" Izuku says.
His teacher lifts a suspicious brow before turning to the black board. He continues writing the class's next lesson plan.
"Any luck?" (Y/n) says as her friend returns to his desk.
"No," he sighs.
"Don't look so down. I'm you'll figure it out soon. A secret admirer can't stay secret forever, right?"
"Yeah... I know. It's just... they write such nice things about me. I can't help but wonder if they actually mean it," Izuku laments.
(Y/n) stares at him for a minute, eyes soft. "I don't think anyone would put in all this effort if they didn't."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
Izuku finds his third note after 1A comes back from their hero training period at the end of the day. The pink slip sits in the same place inside his desk, waiting to be opened. He opens it.
Of all the heroes that come and go, you're my favorite don't you know?
You're brave, strong, always selfless.
I hope my notes don't make you restless.
Just your existence is more than enough.
Would saying "I love you" be too much?
Of all the people in the world, I hope you'll let me be your girl.
Xoxo,
your secret admirer ♡
Thursday
Today Izuku comes to school like normal. When he gets to class he's surprised to find his fourth note unhidden. It sits atop his desk, out in the open for all to see. It makes him nervous for some reason. He takes a seat and opens it.
There's so much more I wish I could say, but Valentine's is just a day away.
Go to the art room tomorrow afternoon.
Another note will be waiting for you.
Rest your nerves, do not fear.
When Valentine comes all will be clear.
Your soul is bright, truly pure of heart.
I hope my confession doesn't tear us apart.
Xoxo,
your secret admirer ♡
Izuku studies the letter over and over. "Tear us apart?" He mumbles. Does that mean he knows this person? The realization makes him look up. His eyes move across the classroom, observing everyone. He wishes he could make a guess, but the mere thought of one of his own classmates liking him so much makes him feel faint.
Izuku decides he'll just have to wait and see. No matter who it is he'll have to let her down as gently as possible. His gaze falls on the girl seated next to him, his heart stuttering. He already had a crush of his own, after all.
Valentine's Day (Friday)
When Izuku arrived, he was surprised to see just how excited everyone was for the holiday. His class was always rowdy but today they had taken it up a notch. Sato surprised everyone with homemade cookies, Mina somehow convinced Aizawa to let her decorate the classroom and Uraraka and the other girls passed out chocolate and friendship cards. Izuku was glad to see everyone so happy and naturally joined them in the festivities.
When (y/n) arrived he shyly presented her with a gift. "H-happy Valentine's Day, (y/n)! I uh, I got this for you!" His eyes squeeze shut, face red, as he holds the gift in his out stretched hands. In them is a small plushie keychain. It's a green teddy bear and stiched in its little arms is a bouquet of flowers. "I'm not really that great when it comes to giving gifts so I wasn't sure what to get you, b-but then I remember you saying you like animals so... yeah."
"Aww~ Izuku that is too cute! It looks just like you!" (Y/n) gushes, cradling the gift in her hands. "I love it! I'm putting on my bag right now." She does just that as Izuku rubs the back of his neck, cheeks still aflame.
"I'm really glad you like it," he says.
"I got you something too!"
"Wait, really?"
"Yep!" (Y/n) digs around in her backpack before pulling out a wad of decorative tissue paper. "Here, open it," she says excitedly.
The boy does as told, carefully unfolding the layers. In the middle of it all is coincidentally another keychain. It's a small All Might action figure. It features the hero in his iconic costume except the colors have been changed to red, pink and white to match the holiday. Izuku gasps, eyes turning into stars. "Is this?!"
"The special edition Valentine's Day All Might action figure keychain? Yes. Yes it is," (y/n) boasts. "I had to wake up at the cracked of dawn to buy one online. Can you you believe these little guys sold out in 30 minutes?!"
"Oh wow, I... I don't know what to say! Thank you so much!" Izuku says, clutching the figure to his chest. "The fact that you went through so much trouble to get this for me... I promise I'll take good care of it!"
"I know you will," (Y/n) laughs.
From there the day goes on as normal. Lessons are taught, assignments are completed and homework is distributed. Overall, today was a good day. But now the day was over. Students packed their bags and made way for the exit. Izuku stands outside the school's art room with a pit in his stomach that only seems to be growing wider and wider. He was nervous.
"It'll be fine. Just... be honest."
He enters the empty room, closing the door behind him. Art supplies of all kinds lay atop the tables in an organized manner. Art works, big small decorate the walls. A few easels are found around the room, most hold unfinished paintings.
One stands in the center. Seeing as it's the only thing out of place, it's clear it was put there with intention. Clipped to the wooden stand is a lone pink envelope. Izuku moves to it. He carefully removes the letter and reads it.
The day has come, it's finally here.
Your secret admirer is very near.
I've thought of this day, of this very moment.
It's plagued my dreams like words unspoken.
I won't shy away.
I won't run or hide.
It's time you know what I truly feel inside.
I wondered over and over if I'd be ready.
My body is shaking but my heart is steady.
I hope you don't mind if I'm a little corny.
I'll quote your favorite hero to end this journey.
Your secret admirer is very near.
Turn around, look up, I am here.
Izuku hears the door slide open. He turns around coming face to face with (y/n). His first reaction is confusion. His crush stands in front of him with a nervous smile on her face. Her arms are held behind her, she's hiding something.
"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?"
The girl immediately sighs. "Come on, Izuku. I took the time to write you a note and everything. Please don't make me spell it out for you."
"Note?" Midoriya looks down at the paper in his hands. A just like that, everything clicks. "Wait! S-so you... You're the one whose been writing these?!"
"Surprise!" She says with dry enthusiasm. "Hope you're not too disappointed."
"Disapp-? No! I mean, this whole time... it's really been you? All those letters, everything you wrote... How long have you, you know..."
"I don't remember the exact moment. It was just a little after we'd met at the start of the school year. One day you just popped in head and never left." (Y/n) reveals the hidden item from behind her. A homemade chocolate bar dressed in green wrapping. Midoriya's eyes widen. She moves closer to him, putting the bar in his hand. "I know this is a lot, but no matter what your answer is, I'd really like it if we could still be friends. I don't- please don't let this to ruin our friendship." (Y/n)'s voice begins to tremble, her eyes lining with tears.
Midoriya can't speak. His mind is scrambled, tongue heavy, unwilling to cooperate. The person he's always admired, the person who's always supported him, his crush is confessing to him. His crush is standing in front of him crying in fear. Not for rejection but for their friendship.
'Do something Izuku! Say something, anything! Move!'
Midoriya's scarred hand reaches for (y/n)'s. He pulls their clasped hands up, holding it between them. He looks straight into her deep (e/c) eyes and takes a breath.
"W-wil you be my valentine, (y/n)?"
"Huh?" She says.
"I... I want you to be my valentine," he repeats. He speaks slowly, nervously. If (y/n) could be brave enough to tell him how she feels, then he could do the same. "But not just for today. I want you to be my valentine tomorrow too, and the next day, and the day after that. I'm sorry I couldn't be the one to tell you first. I was too scared. But I feel the same."
There. He said it! It was all out now. (Y/n) wipes her eyes with her free hand before smiling at him. "I'm glad and yes, I'll be your valentine. Will you be mine?"
"Y-yes! Of course!" Izuku stutters, his jitters coming back all at once.
The two stand there with stupidly wide grins on their faces. Everything worked out for the better. Izuku and (y/n) leave the school together. They walk to the dorms, sharing pieces of the chocolate she made. Their respective keychains clink and dangle on their bags. They'll serve as a reminder to the countless hugs and kisses that would come. To the future X's and O's that started from a love note.
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AN: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! No matter what, whether you have a valentine or not, whether you have plans for v-day or not, make sure you love yourself first! Personally, I will be alone this Valentine's Day but that's nothing new. It won't stop me from treating myself to the chocolate strawberries that'll go on sale the day after! No matter what you decide to do (or don't do) pls be safe and have fun.
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K | Saiki K X Foreign! (F)Reader
Summary: Saiki is a little more than upset to have to share his home when an unexpected guest arrives. | CW: None, just fluff! | 3.2k words
Saiki's thoughts | Reader's thoughts
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It was Friday afternoon when Saiki returned home from another not-so-average day at school. He had chosen to wear his germanium ring today, in desperate need of a break from the nonstop thoughts that usually invade his mind. He enters to find both his parents in the kitchen, dotting on each other as usual. His mother, Kurumi, was busy cooking dinner, while his father, Kuniharu, helped chop ingredients. Oddly enough, they seemed to be making quite the feast. This alarmed Kusuo. His parents were already very carefree and unpredictable, so whenever they did anything out of the norm, it was always a cause for concern.
"KU-CHAN! You're home!" His mom happily greets.
"Hey there, son! How was school?" His father immediately follows.
Saiki ignores their greetings, far more interested in figuring out what his folks were up to this time around. "What are you two doing? Why are you home from work early?" He asks his dad. "And why are you cooking a feast? Is someone coming over?" He directs to his mom.
"I was tidying up around the house as usual when I got a call from your school. Apparently, PK Academy is launching a new foreign exchange program and has asked if we'd be willing to act as a host family for one of their new students." His mother happily explains, all while Saiki's face grows pale. "The whole thing sounded so exciting, I couldn't help but agree! I immediately told your father, and he thought it was a great idea too!"
"Yeah!" Kuniharu adds. "We figured it'd be a good opportunity for you to learn about a different culture and make a new friend!"
Kusuo stood frozen as his parents reveled proudly at their decision. He genuinely loved his parents, but their stupidity never ceased to amaze him.
'Learn about another culture? Did they forget I can literally teleport anywhere in the world? I could learn about an endless number of cultures whenever I wanted to, if I wanted to! And as for making friends, I have enough of those already. More than enough, actually. Good grief... I can't believe this all happened in the span of a day. If I hadn't worn my germanium ring, I would've known about this sooner.'
"Why would you agree to be a host family when you have a son who's psychic? There's no way you actually thought this would be a good idea." The pink-haired boy says. He watches his parents' bright smiles slowly deflate as he scolds them. "Call the school back and tell them you can't do it."
"Um, I'm afraid it might be too late for that," his dad mumbles.
"Why? Don't tell me they're coming today?!" Saiki exclaims.
Both his parents look around while pretending to whistle. Kurumi lets out a nervous laugh. "They should be pulling up any minute now."
Right on cue, the doorbell rings.
'They're here already?!' Saiki glares down at the ring on his finger before yanking it off. This is the first time he's come to hate having it in his possession.
His parents scramble towards the front while dragging Kusuo along. Before opening the door, Kurumi looks back at her husband and son, who now stand side by side. "It's too late to back out now, so I want you both on your best behavior. This'll be their first time in Japan. Let's be sure to make it a good experience for them!"
Saiki looks to the side in disinterest. His mom didn't have anything to worry about. He could see that the girl on the other side of their door was far more nervous than his parents were. Her jittery thoughts are prominent in his mind.
'I hope they're nice- No! I'm sure they are! I just hope they like me. If not, this'll be a pretty awkward three weeks.'
Kurumi opens the door to reveal a young girl with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. She was dressed casually and held a backpack on one shoulder. Beside her was a large suitcase. Her eyes widened at the sight of Kurumi. The woman's kind smile is a pleasant sight to the girl. She smiles kindly in return.
"Hi there!" The older woman says. "We're so glad you're here."
'Who's we?' Kusuo thinks to himself.
"Please come in!" She then turns to her husband. "Honey! Help her with her bags."
Kuniharu jumps into action at the command. "Let me get those for you."
The girl hands him her bag before allowing him to carry her luggage inside. "Oh, thank you!"
The man moves to stand next to his son again as his wife introduces them. "We're the Saikis! I'm Kurumi, this is my husband Kuniharu, and this is our son, Kusuo!"
'So many K's...'
"It's nice to meet you all. My name is (l/n) (y/n). Thank you for having me." The girl shyly introduces herself with a polite bow.
"The pleasure's all ours, please make yourself at home," Kuniharu chirps.
"Ku-chan, why don't you take (l/n) upstairs. She'll be staying in Kusuke's old room," his mother explains. "And make sure you two wash up while you're at it. Dinner will be ready soon!"
Kusuo silently takes (y/n)'s suitcase before treading up the stairs. He doesn't beckon her to follow him, but she does nonetheless. (Y/n) watches Saiki as they move in silence.
'Kusuo is his name. Is he really their son? He doesn't resemble his parents much. I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've met someone with pink hair. Maybe he's adopted?' She contemplates.
'I've entertained that idea a few times. Though I doubt other couples would be so nonchalant about having a psychic son. I guess I got lucky in the grand scheme of things.'
'He hasn't spoken a word to me yet. Is he shy... or maybe antisocial? What if he hates me?'
'I don't hate you. I'm just not fond of sharing my home with a stranger.'
'Maybe he's upset his parents chose to host me. I mean, having to suddenly live with a stranger is pretty jarring. Guess I'll try to stay out of his way.'
'At least you're considerate.'
'Wait! What if he's mute?!'
Saiki sighs internally at the girl's continuous monologue. "This is it," he states. (Y/n) jumps at the sound of his voice.
'I guess not!'
"Oh! T-thank you."
(Y/n) takes a quick look around the room. It was clean and pretty standard for most Japanese homes. The only exception seemed to be the ridiculous amount of books that lined each shelf. Saiki turns away, ready to make his exit.
"Um..." She starts.
Kusuo pauses.
'I want to talk to him, but what should I say?'
"Um, who's Kusuke?" (Y/n) asks.
'A nuisance.'
"Your mom said this was Kusuke's room, so I guess I was just wondering who that was," she explains.
"He's my older brother."
"You have a brother? That's cool, I have an older sibling too! Is your's away at college?"
Saiki simply nods his head in reply.
"I'll be sure to take good care of his room then. I'm sure he'd like to come back to it in one piece," (y/n) chuckles, attempting to make a joke.
"I'll see you at dinner," Saiki says before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
"Y-yeah..." The girl mumbles. Now alone in her new room, she sits on the bed before falling back on it. One arm covers her eyes. Her hopeful outlook is now sullen. "So much for making new friends."
Saiki could respect (y/n)'s attempt to make conversation. She was, after all, in a new country and aiming to make a new friend or two. But given Saiki's feelings towards his only brother, he refused to entertain any conversation with him at the forefront.
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"Hm? Kusuke? Right! I forgot to mention it earlier, but Kusuo isn't our only son." Kurumi speaks as she places one dish after another on their dining table.
Much to Kusuo's disappointment, (y/n) brings up the topic of his brother to his parents. He sits beside the girl while the couple takes the seats in front of them. (Y/n) listens intently as his mother goes on.
"Kusuke is our first child. Oh, how time flies, both my boys have grown up so much!"
"Kusuke is currently attending University abroad. He's technically a student, but even his professors go to him for his advice and thoughts on complex lessons," Kuniharu brags.
"Wow, that's amazing," (y/n) says in awe.
"Yeah, that boy really is a genius, just like our Kusuo here! I don't know why he doesn't apply himself more in school."
'You know exactly why.'
"If there's anything you don't understand once you start class, I'm sure Ku-chan can help!" His mother suggests.
"..." Kusuo doesn't reply.
'Can we start eating? The sooner this dinner starts, the sooner I can go back to my room.'
'There's no way I'm asking him for help. I'm pretty sure your son hates me.'
'I don't hate you.'
"Well, that's enough of that, let's eat, shall we? Please help yourself to however much you'd like (y/n)-chan! Oh! Is it okay if I call you (y/n)-chan?" Kurumi asks their guest.
"Yes, of course! Thank you for the food, Saiki-san."
"Please just call me Kurumi, dear! You'll be with us for a while, and things would get confusing if you called us Saiki all the time. From now on, use our first names!"
(Y/n) nods before looking over at Kuniharu and Kusuo. "Then please call me by first name as well."
"You got it!" The man cheers.
From there, the table of four began to eat. Kurumi had made a plethora of traditional Japanese dishes in anticipation of (y/n)'s arrival. She wanted the girl to get a true taste of homemade Japanese cuisine. Tonight's menu consisted of sushi, miso soup, fish, tempura, gyoza, and even cold soba. Eating a combination of so many different foods was unusual for Kusuo, but he loved his mom's cooking regardless. And given (y/n)'s repeated requests for seconds, she clearly loved it too.
"We've talked about ourselves quite a bit. Tell us about you (y/n)-chan!" Kurumi insists.
"Yeah!" Kuniharu agrees. "Where are you from?"
(Y/n) swallows down a bite of her food before answering. Meanwhile, Kusuo finishes the last of his dish. He only partially listens as his telepathy tells him all he needs to know about the girl.
"I'm from ____!"
"Oh wow! I heard there's some pretty impressive landscapes over there," Kuniharu comments.
"It's true, but I know Japan also has its fair share of landmarks. I'd love to see them while I'm here."
"I'm sure we could visit a few!"
"Is ____ also were you learned Japanese?" Kurumi says. "You speak very well!"
(Y/n) laughs happily at the praise. "Thank you, I still have a long way to go, but, yes, it's where I learned. I've had an interest in Japanese culture for a long time, so I decided to start learning the language. Once I found out that my school was offering a foreign exchange program, I immediately signed up. I'm just grateful I ended up with such a kind host family. I was really nervous at first," she admits.
(Y/n)'s eyes widen in shock at the sight of the couple in front of her. Kurumi and Kuniharu were clasping each other's hands with tears running down their face. "We're the grateful ones!" The woman cries. "We're lucky to have met such a well-mannered young lady!"
"Please stay as long as you want! Kusuo could use a friend like you!" Kuniharu exclaims.
'Enough already...'
(Y/n) giggles at the display again, albeit a bit concerned for the pair. But she takes their words to heart. A warmth she hadn't felt in a while grows within her chest. She looks on at the two in admiration.
'They're a little quirky, but insanely kind. Kusuo's really lucky to have such great parents.'
Saiki stills for a moment. His gaze shifts to the girl next to him for the first time all night. (Y/n) stares at the couple with a sad smile on her face. She envied Kusuo. Envied that his parents were still in his life.
It shouldn't come as a surprise to him, as it was rare for married couples to stay together for as long as his parents have. Let alone for them to still be so in love with each other. (Y/n)'s parents, for example, had long since divorced, and her father was distant, leaving (y/n) with just her mom to look after her. The girl couldn't remember the last time she had a proper family dinner.
Kusuo often forgets (mostly because he's too busy keeping them out of trouble), but he should appreciate his folks more often. He didn't think his new house guest would be the one to remind him of that.
Dinner comes to a close soon after. Kurumi began to collect their plates when (y/n) insisted on doing the dishes. Kurkumi refused at first, saying, "You're our guest, I can't allow that!" The two went back and forth until Kuniharu finally convinced his wife to let (y/n) take care of it.
"You've done enough, honey; besides, Kusuo can help her," the bespectacled man urges.
A tick mark appears on Saiki's head. Who does this man think he is? Forcing unwanted labor onto his son.
'I'll remember this.' He says to his father directly. Said man shivers in response.
"Hm, alright... you'll help her, won't you, Ku-chan?"
"We'll take care of the cleanup, Mom, don't worry," Kusuo reassures. He really can't say no to his dearest mother.
The couple exits the kitchen, leaving (y/n) and Kusuo alone once again.
'Well, this is awkward. I almost wish he didn't offer to help.'
'I didn't offer to help. My dad offered for me.'
(Y/n) clears her throat. "You know where everything goes, so I'll wash and you dry?"
Saiki nods in agreement as they begin to clean. (Y/n) tries to ask Kusuo a few questions, hoping it would lead to a light conversation. Maybe discover if they had anything in common. But as expected, each question led to a dead end.
"Are you on any sports teams at school?"
"No."
'His parents said he was smart, maybe he's more into his academics.'
"Does your school have an honor society?"
"Yes, but I'm not part of it."
"Oh, ok... Are you in any clubs? I was in a journalism club back home."
"...The Occult Club," he answers.
(Y/n) almost drops the plate she's washing. 'WHAT?! They have clubs like that here? Maybe it's not as scary as it sounds. The occult doesn't necessarily mean demons and cults.'
"Y-you mean like tarot cards and crystals, right? That's cool."
"Not really, my friend forced me to join."
"Oh."
'I give up. How did his cool parents end up giving birth to such a buzzkill?'
'Ask better questions next time.'
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Over the weekend, (y/n) did her best to stay out of Saiki's way, which wasn't too hard since the boy mostly stayed in his room. Saiki was worried about having to share his home with a rowdy roommate, but much to his relief, (y/n) was pretty quiet. She did like to sing in the shower, though. Thankfully, she didn't sound half bad. Not that he went out of his way to listen, the upstairs bathroom just so happened to be next to his room.
Both of Saiki's parents were out the house for the time being. The boy remained upstairs while (y/n) busied herself in the kitchen. She didn't tell anyone, but Saiki knew she was planning to surprise them with a special dinner. Apparently, she wanted to thank them for welcoming her so warmly. The thanks are mainly going to his parents, of course. It'd be a nice gesture that his parents would surely cry over.
While Saiki knew that (y/n) didn't dislike him, she had begun to accept that maybe he simply wasn't interested in getting to know her. He felt a little guilty because that wasn't true. (Y/n) seemed like a nice and genuinely kind-hearted person. She would surely garner a lot of attention when they went to school tomorrow. He feared that attention would trickle over to him once everyone found out the new foreign exchange student was staying at his place. For now, keeping (y/n) at arm's length is the safest option for the sake of his average school life.
Kurumi and Kuniharu return home around six in the evening. They enter with bags of groceries in their hands but freeze at the scent of a deliciously savory meal. "Huh? What's that smell?" Goes Kuniharu.
"Did someone cook?" Kurumi questions.
(Y/n) greets them at the door with a smile and a light bow. "Welcome home! Dinner's ready for you."
"Oh my! You made dinner? F-for us?" The woman stutters. She turns to her husband, both their eyes beginning to water.
"Yep!" (Y/n) takes their bags and walks back to the kitchen.
She quickly puts the freshly bought groceries away. Meanwhile, the couple stands in awe at the full spread of food covering their table. Saiki joins them silently, knowing they would call him down sooner or later.
"You allowed me to get an authentic taste of Japan on my first day here. I'd like to return the favor by offering you these traditional dishes from my own country. Please dig in!"
Without further delay, the four take their seats and eat their fill.
"Mm! This is so good! You're a talented cook!" Kuniharu compliments with his mouth still half full.
'Close your mouth.'
"Yes! You'll have to teach me how to make this!" Kurumi practically demands.
"I'd love to!" (Y/n) beamed. "I had to make a few changes from the original recipe because I couldn't find all the same ingredients I normally use at home. But I hope you all like it."
"Like it? We love it! Right Kusuo? Isn't (y/n) a great cook?" Kuniharu cheered, prompting his son to speak.
(Y/n) watched as Saiki ate, but he had yet to make any comments on her cooking.
'I hope he's not forcing himself to eat out of politeness. This is pretty different from Japanese food...'
"It's good, thank you."
(Y/n) smiles in relief. "I'm glad."
'Wait till' they find out I made dessert too!'
Saiki immediately straightens up at the sound of dessert. He doubts whatever (y/n) prepared could compare to his precious coffee jelly. But he's eager to try it regardless.
"Are you all finished?" The girl says with a Cheshire grin on her face.
"Yes, that was delicious (y/n)-chan, thank you."
"Hoo~ I'm stuffed. That was great!"
The Saikis' reply. They were ready to begin cleaning when (y/n) stops them.
"I hope you guys saved room for dessert!"
"DESSERT?!" They question, fearing their ears had tricked them.
The girl laughs as their faces reignite in a look of joy. "I'll be right back." She clears the large dishes and leaves them in the sink.
"(Y/n)-chan surely went all out. I can't believe she made us dessert!" Kurumi rejoiced.
"She's certainly spoiling us," her husband says. "This is great! We should volunteer to be a host family every year!"
'Don't even think about it!'
(Y/n) returns with a dish in one hand and a few small plates in the other. "This is ____! It's made with (long list of delicious ingredients). This is one of my most favorite desserts from home. I hope you like it!"
The Saikis stare at the sugar-filled dessert with glimmering eyes. Kusuo was practically drooling. (Y/n) cuts everyone a portion and waits for their reaction. The couple shouts and cries in happiness at the delicious flavor and delicate consistency. She smiles happily before turning to Kusuo.
Her mouth falls open upon seeing her stoic roommate with the most gleeful expression on his face. It was abundantly clear that he enjoyed the dessert. (Y/n) smiles again before taking a bite of her own.
'This really is good. I never get tired of it.' She looks back over at Kusuo. 'Who knew he had a sweet tooth. I guess we do have something in common.'
Kusuo enters a rare state of euphoria as he consumes the exotic delicacy. While they might return later, all his worries about growing close to (y/n) fall away.
'Maybe sharing my house with a stranger isn't so bad after all.'
AN: Ah! I love Saiki K! Truly a comfort show! I wrote this one a few days after bingeing the whole series lol. Hope you guys liked it <3
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hey so can I have scenario where Izuku has a crush, this is set a month after Toga confessed to him with her “I love you. Let me taste your blood thing”. And he’s just losing his shit on Toga “You missed a couple of steps! You’re supposed to go to theme parks~~~~~” so on. And then his crush actually confesses to him a month later and it’s normal? (The crush is a very confident and nice girl who he’s teamed up with sometimes).
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Hi nesting! I left out the Toga bit but I went crazy with the confident reader because we love confidence! Hope you like it regardless!
MHA | Midoriya Izuku X Confident! Reader
Summary: After multiple failed advances you throw in the towel and gather the courage to confess to your cute, but painfully oblivious freckled classmate. | CW: Fluffiness all around! | 1.6k words
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Your entire life you never had a reason to doubt yourself. You came from a good family that loved and supported you, you were book smart, attractive (if you do say so yourself), and to top it all off you had a useful quirk. You were competent in every sense of the word and you knew it. It's what pushed you to apply for UA and you're positive it's also what got you placed in the school's top class.
Through unarguable skill and a charming personality you've been able to attain everything your heart desires. Your methods were full proof, except when it came to Midoriya Izuku. From the moment you first laid eyes on him you'd already decided. The thought rang crystal clear in your mind. 'I want him.' And so your advances began.
• You complimented Izuku at every possible opportunity. You wanted him to know that you already thought of him as a capable hero.
"You were amazing in the mock battles, Midoriya!"
"Is that a new move? It's so cool! How did you come up with it?"
"I see you made some tweaks to your hero costume. It suits you!"
"After we graduate I'll be the first person in line when you have your first signing event!"
Izuku could only mummble and stutter at your praise. He was flattered of course, but he never considered that your kind words could be hinting at something else. Nevertheless, they made his heart flutter.
• Using academics as a way to spend more time with Izuku was way too easy. The boy wasn't dumb by a long shot, but he couldn't compete with the scores you were pulling. So whenever you offered to help he was always happy to accept, albeit shyly.
Aizawa sensei assigned a partner project? You're at Izuku's desk before he can even look around for someone. "Partner up with me?" You question sweetly.
"Hey, wanna work on the homework together?"
"Your struggling with algebra? Let me help! I'm a great tutor you know!"
"Mm, you got number 4 wrong... but it's okay! We have all day. We won't stop until you get it right, okay? We'll celebrate with ice cream after!"
• At lunch you always sat with Izuku. Everyday you'd bring him different treats and dishes to try from home, eager to see his reaction.
"I tried a new brownie recipe. Will you taste it and tell me what you think?"
"My mom made katsudon last night. After I told her how much you liked it, she insisted I bring you a bowl. Here, eat up!"
"I made you some cookies, but you have to guess what flavor they are! Close your eyes, I'll feed it to you!"
"Oh! You have some food on your face. Come here, I'll wipe it for you ♡"
Midoriya floundered with every request but he always complied. His crush on you grew with every interaction, but he never let himself indulge in the idea that you might like him back. In his mind you were just a really nice person.
• The two of you leave school late one day. Izuku wanted pointers on his new shoot syle and you kindly stayed behind to help him out. As the sun begins to fall you leave the school together. You gently wrap your arm around his, eye lashes fluttering as you gaze at him.
"Can you walk me home?" You coo.
Midoriya jumps at your touch. His face goes red and his voice cracks. "Oh! S-sure! It's the least I can do. Since y-you know... you stayed behind for me and all."
You smile victoriously. "Thanks, you really are the best Izuku!" The boy freezes. You just said his first name! He doesn't know how to react. His ears are practically steaming. You released his arm, pretending shock. "Oh! Is it okay if I call you that? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable. " You ask while giving him your best pout.
Midoriya takes a few moments to answer, his mind buffering. "Huh? You want to? I mean! Y-yes! You can! If y-you want..." He goes on to ramble a pathetically long and akward response before you cut him off.
"You can call me by my first name too! You know... I really like your given name. I-zu-ku. It's sounds so cute!"
"Heh?! Y-you think so?" He questions.
"Mhm!" Your face heats up as you look into his wide eyes. "Everything about you is cute, Izuku."
He gasps, heart pounding and cheeks lit aflame. He can't speak, can't breathe. All he can do is stare at your soft smile in the late afternoon light. You looked so beautiful.
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You thought you'd put the final nail in the coffin. After that day you thought there was no way Midoriya didn't know about your feelings. Your advances weren't exactly subtle. Everyone in 1A could see it. You waited eagerly. Expecting to hear a confession from Izuku any day now. But days turned to weeks and you began to doubt yourself.
You stepped back a bit, gave him space. Took some time to just watch him, see how he interacted with the other girls in your class. Midoriya was a nice boy. He'd help anyone if they simply asked. Maybe you weren't special. Maybe... he was only giving you attention because you demanded it. The thought broke your heart. For the first time in your life it felt like there was something you couldn't have. You felt like you were in limbo and then you saw it.
The way Uraraka's gaze lingered on Izuku when she thought no one was looking. You recognized that look and you didn't like it. Midoriya might not like you, but you'd be damned if you gave up without a fight. He'd have to reject you with his own mouth before you gave up. You knew what you had to do.
"Meet me in the art room after school," you demand.
"Huh?" Izuku looks at you with concern. Your bright persona was replaced with a calm, more serious one. The boy noticed your recent distance. He wondered if you were okay. "Um okay. Are... is everything alright?"
"I'm fine. I just have to talk to you about something, it's important."
"Okay, I'll be there!"
You leave without another word and wait for the school day to end. At the sound of the final bell you quietly gather your items and leave the room. You wait for Midoriya in art room like you agreed. Your heart rate spikes as the door slides open. He enters timidly.
"Hey, so uh, what did you want to talk about?" He asks.
Not wanting to waste time, you take a deep breath and say exactly what's on your mind. "You're my crush."
"Huh? Wait wha-"
"I have a crush on you, Midoriya Izuku. I have since the first day we met. And I've tried everything to make you see that. But I don't know what to do. Tell me what I have to do to make you see how much I like you," you say before continuing. "I always want to be by your side. I want to go on dates with you and hold hands with you. I want to tell everyone that Midoriya is my boyfriend. I want to tell them how much I care about you, but I can't if you don't feel the same way... so please tell me you feel the same way."
Izuku was red. Was this real? Was this actually happening? You were confessing to him of all people? He could only dream of such things. "(Y/n) I..."
"You don't have to answer right away, but if you don't like me that way I'd appreciate if you just gave it to me straight."
"What? (Y/n) no! I do like you, honest! I... I just never thought someone as amazing as you could like someone like me," he admits.
You walk over to the freckled boy and grab his hands. They're rough and clammy from nervousness, but you don't let go. "Don't be silly. You're the most amazing person I've ever met."
Midoriya grins happily. He gently squeezes your hands, taking in the feel of your soft skin. It makes his blush rise again. "S-so what happens now?"
"I'm not sure actually," you contemplate. "Wanna make out?"
Izuku blinks his emerald eyes at you twice. A cloud of steam explodes from his head and he falls over. You rush to catch him.
"Izuku? Did you pass out?! I was just kidding! Izuku?!"
Summary: When you're assigned to train under the aloof Mist Hashira, you can't help but poke and prod at the boy, hoping to melt his icy heart. | CW: Floof central + spoilers | 5.3k words (lock in yall)
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"I don't understand. Aren't there others more suitable for such a task? Surely my abilities would be put to better use in the field."
The Mist Hashira sits across from Ubuyashiki Kagaya. The man had summoned him to a one on one meeting to discuss a change in his work duties, much to the Hashira's displeasure.
"I understand your concern, Muichiro," Ubuyashiki says. "In an effort to increase the quality of our ranks, I've begun to assign capable slayers to train under you Hasira. This slayer in particular uses Mist Breathing, so I'm sure you can understand why you've been chosen."
The young Hashira mulls over his master's words. His eyes shut momentarily before opening again. "If that is your wish then I will do my best to fulfill it, Oyakata-sama."
"Thank you," the sickly man says before coughing into his handkerchief.
"How long would you like me to train this person?"
"You'll be looking after (l/n) (y/n). She sits at the Kinoe rank. Do your best to bring her as close in strength to that of a Hashira. When you've noticed significant improvement in her fighting abilities you'll be relieved of duty. I trust your judgment."
"Understood." Tokito stands and bows, ready to make his leave when Ubuyashiki calls out to him.
"Muichiro." The Hashira stills. "(Y/n) is steadfast and eager to improve, but she is no prodigy. I know you're prone to impatience, so I ask that you spare her some. Do your best to get along. You two are close in age, afterall. I'm sure it'll be good for you."
"I understand, Oyakata-sama. I'll... do my best."
Ubuyashiki smiles gently and nods his head in gratitude. He knows Muichiro is hesitant, only accepting the request because he was the one to ask. He worried for the boy. Among his Hashira counter parts, Muichiro often kept to himself. It could be because he's the youngest, but it's more likely that he's forcing himself to remain distant. Ubuyashiki wonders if the boy is even aware of it himself. It could be subconscious. Another defense mechanism as a result of his amnesia. Regardless, the man hopes Muichiro will be able to connect with (y/n) in some way, but only time will tell.
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"How much further, Ryukyu?"
"Not much! We'll arrive once you take that left up ahead."
"Perfect! I don't know what I'd do without you," (y/n) beams at her crow companion.
The bird propped on her shoulder looks away shyly. His squaking voice jumps in pitch despite trying to keep cool. "You flatter me. I'm just doing my job, (y/n)-sama!"
She gives her crow a knowing look as she turns the corner. A white wall with a wooden gate lines a path acting as a perimeter to the large property behind it. (Y/n) tugs on the metal ring attached to the gate and opens it partly before slipping in. An empty courtyard greets her. Trees and other greenery are sprinkled throughout. What looks like a small weapons shed sits on the left of the property. To the right of it is a water well, and beyond that is the real star of the show.
(Y/n) awes at the beautiful two-story residence. The structure is lined with bright brown cedar wood and blue roof tiles. This is where she'd be staying for the foreseeable future. Where she would train under a Hashira. The young girl pauses in front of the door, releasing a deep breath.
"Nervous?" Ryukyu asks.
"A little, yeah," she admits. "I was excited before but now that I'm here..."
"It may not be easy but Ubuyashiki-sama chose you for a reason! Have faith in the potential he sees in you, and know that no matter what I'll be right by your side!"
(Y/n)'s shoulders drop in relief. "Thanks Ryukyu."
"Hmph! As if that'll make a difference!" Enters a feminine voice. The Kinoe and her crow look down to find another bird perched on a small decorative statue near the door. "A low life like you could never keep up with my master!" The bird caws in a stuck up, high pitched tone. Her beady eyes, framed by long lashes, glare up at the on lookers.
"Huh? Are you Tokito-san's crow?" (Y/n) asks.
"Of course I am! My master is the greatest Hashira so it only makes sense that he be given the best Kasugai crow, which is obviously me!"
Ryukyu caws at her audacity and immediately flies down to confront her. "How dare you call my (y/n)-sama a low life, you low life!"
The female crow readies another insult but the girl speaks first. "Don't bother, Ryukyu. It's nothing to ruffle your feathers about. I'm surprised Tokito-san has to deal with such an annoying crow. I feel bad for the guy." Without further delay, she slides the door open and enters, letting Ryukyu fly in after her.
"A-ANNOYING?! Come back here and say that to my face! I'll gouge your eyeba-!"
(Y/n) shuts the door. She drops her bag and quickly slips her shoes off before moving further in. The entire first floor is a pristine dojo. The faint smells of sweat and rust reach her nose. The off white walls display scrolls with words of encouragement, and the wooden floor shines with fresh wax. At the center of it all sits a young boy with long hair. His eyes are closed as if meditating, a wooden sword rests at his side. He looks no older than (y/n) herself. This confuses her.
'Is the Hashira training someone else besides me?'
"Hi, I'm (l/n)-"
"I know who you are," the boy interrupts. His eyes open to reveal deep, arctic blue irises. "I've been expecting you."
"Huh? Y-you have?"
"I'm Tokito Muichiro, current Mist Hashira. I'll be training you here for the next few months." The boy stands as he continues to explain. Not allowing (y/n) the time needed to process what she was hearing. "Go put your things in an empty room upstairs and meet me back here so we can begin. I don't like to waste time so hurry."
(Y/n) was frozen in place. If someone walked in they easily could've mistaken her for a statue. 'This is Tokito? The legendary demon slayer who became a Hashira in just two months, Tokito?! I heard he was young, but I never thought he'd be this young! He's my age or younger even!'
"Why are you just standing there. Go," he says.
"R-right!" (Y/n) quickly bows before running to grab her bag.
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"Grab a bokuto off that wall. We'll start with a mock battle so I can see where you're at." The Kinoe does as instructed and meets the Hashira back in the center. She settles in a neutral stance, wooden sword held tightly in her hands. "Follow my movements."
As soon as the words leave Muichiro's lips he vanishes. Faster than (y/n) can even register, she catches sight of Tokito to her right. She lifts her weapon, barely blocking the attack aimed at her side. The force pushes (y/n) back but he immediately follows. Muichiro aims for her hands and arms, testing to see if she'll drop her weapon. The wood lashes loudly against her skin. Her muscles tense in pain but her her grip remains firm.
The girl attempts a swing. He dodges. A clean thrust. He side steps. Every attack thrown at him feels too out of reach. Meanwhile, nearly all of his land. (Y/n) defaults to relying on her body's instincts, but it's hardly enough. The entire match feels like an unfair game of cat and mouse, except Muichiro is probably worth three cats instead of one.
The boy attacks relentlessly and all (Y/n) can do is grit her teeth as the fight drags on. The sun begins to set as she hits the ground for the nth time. She breathes heavily as sweat drips off her body. Muichiro was sure she would've given up by now, but he's proven wrong as he watches her stand on shaky legs once again. Her entire body trembles but she lifts her sword regardless. The Hashira stares at her indifferently. It was obvious to him that (y/n) was at her limit. She looked like she was one hit away from passing out.
"(Y/n) is steadfast and eager to improve."
'Right, she's the type to push herself beyond her limits.'
Tokito drops his stance and lowers his weapon. "We'll stop here for today."
(Y/n) falls to her knees in relief. Ryukyu flies over immediately to check on her.
"When Oyakata-sama assigned you to me he called you capable. I don't agree." (Y/n) stares up at Muichiro, eyes wide at his bluntness. "You sacrifice speed for strength and it makes you slow beyond belief. You should know that speed is vital for Mist Breathing. You tense your muscles as a way to brace for unexpected attacks, but all it does is make your fighting rigid and predictable. Your stamina could also use major improvement. A high level demon whose used to fighting slayers will have no trouble making you its next meal," he concludes.
(Y/n) chuckles as she continues to catch her breath. "So my stamina sucks, I'm slow and my moves are easy to read. Anything else?" She huffs exasperated.
Muichiro contemplates for a second. "Your senses could use some sharpening, but we'll worry about that later. We'll begin again after breakfast tomorrow. You're dismissed." He puts his bokuto back on the wall and heads upstairs for the night.
Ryukyu and (y/n) silently watch him. Once out of earshot, the crow flaps his wings in irritation. "What a brat! How dare he speak to you that way!"
"I agree Tokito-san could've phrased his critiques better, but he didn't say anything that wasn't true. Besides, Oyakata-sama warned me he'd be this way. I'll just have to do my best to get stronger," (y/n) says, resolving herself.
"You can do it, (y/n)-sama!"
"Thanks Ryukyu, also, would you mind getting me some water? I feel like I'm about to pass out." The girl falls over in a heap as her feathered friend starts to panic. "(Y/n)-sama?! Hang in there! Don't pass out! (Y/n)-samaaaaa!"
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The young girl's following weeks spent training with the Hashira were grueling. Each day was filled with a variety of drills meant to increase her speed and stamina. Training started in the morning and often lasted past sundown. Both she and Muichiro lived in the dojo for the time being, but (y/n) hardly saw him outside of practice.
The only time the two could be found in a room together outside of training was during breakfast and dinner. Muichiro wasn't one for conversation so they often ate in silence. Anytime (y/n) tried to initiate small talk, her questions were usually met with one word replies or straight up silence.
"I met your crow the other day. What's her name?"
"Ginkgo."
"She gave us quite the greeting. Is she always like that?"
"Yes. Ignore her."
"Tokito-san, remind me how old you are again."
"...14."
"Wow, did you ever imagine becoming a Hashira so soon?"
"No."
"What made you want to become a Demon Slayer? I come from a family of slayers so it was kind of a given for me."
"I don't know."
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"It's been over a month. I think you should give it a rest, (y/n)-sama." Ryukyu suggests as he flies beside his partner.
(Y/n) complains to him about her failure in getting to know her mentor as they head for the hot spring. This time, she tried to convince Muichiro to accompany her to a seasonal festival she'd heard about in town. To no one one's surprise, he swiftly declined and immediately disappeared after dinner. "Go without me," he said.
(Y/n) sighs, recalling the memory. "I get what you mean, but I feel like I have to. There's just something about him, you know?"
"I'm afraid not," the bird argues.
"I can't put my finger on it, but whenever I look into his eyes I get this feeling like there's something locked away inside him. Like he isn't showing his true self."
"You think he's hiding his true self?"
"I don't know what to think, but people open up to those they can relate to, right? I just have to find a way to relate to Tokito-san. Problem is I don't know anything about him," (y/n) laments while padding down the hall. "Hey, what if you, you know... spied on him for me?"
"(Y/n)-sama!" Ryukyu crows in a scolding tone.
"J-just until you find out what he likes! It'd be easy for you!"
"Mmm, I suppose I could, but it'd be impossible with that detestable lady crow always breathing down my neck!"
"Oh right, I forgot about Ginkgo. Well, nevermind then. I'll figure something out. Wait for me here, yeah?" (Y/n) looks back at Ryukyu as she reaches the sliding door.
The black bird caws in agreement and (y/n) steps out into the cool night air. The crickets sing and the full moon hangs high, shedding its light below. Plumes of dense steam rise from the spring, fogging the surrounding area. It flows up, curls, and expands causing low visibility. (Y/n) dips her hand in the water. Satisfied with the temperature, she removes her robe and carefully steps in, submerging herself.
The hot water stings against her bruised skin before spreading in a comforting warmth. The girl sits along the edge, resting her head on a rock. (Y/n) closes her eyes as a silent sigh escapes her lips.
"Stupid Tokito," she mutters. "Leaving me all bruised up. Would it kill him to show a little restraint?"
"I show plenty restraint."
(Y/n) screams before looking ahead. The steam clears to reveal the young Hashira soaking on the opposite side of the spring. Only his head is visible above the water, his face showcasing the same stoic expression. "You just don't realize it," he says.
In a panic, (y/n) drops her body in the water even deeper. "Tokito-san! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were still bathing!"
"It's fine. I was just leaving."
Muichro stands, exposing his upper body to the open air. (Y/n) is taken aback by the hard lines of muscle covering him. Objectively speaking, Muichiro has a pretty small form and his baggy uniform covers him from head to toe. If it weren't for his position as Hashira, no one would ever expect him to look this way. (Y/n) knows, and yet she's still shocked. The Kinoe averts her eyes before covering them completely.
"I uh- won't look, so don't worry!" (Y/n) reassures.
She turns around in the water, keeping her back to Muichiro. She barely catches what sounds like a sigh. Immediately after, she hears the water break followed by wet footsteps and finally, the door opening and closing. After a minute or so the girl peeks between her fingers. No Muichiro in sight. She drops her hands and her body relaxes.
"Nice going (y/n), real smooth. God, I'm so embarrassing! He probably thinks I'm some kind of pervert!" She lets out a whine and slaps the water in frustration.
After her bath, (y/n) returns to her room. Ryukyu watches her from his perched position on an open window. "How was your bath, (y/n)-sama?"
The girl flops on her futon, groaning into her pillow. "Don't. Ask."
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Two weeks have passed since the... incident and despite (y/n)'s flustered behavior around Muichiro, his interactions with her (or lack there of) remained the same. Today was Sunday. A rare off day where no training would take place. Muichiro would call for a rest day once every other week and (y/n) would normally spend it groveling in bed, cursing at the skies and complaining to Ryukyu about her sore muscles. But this time she planned to watch the Mist Hashira. And with Ryukyu agreeing to keep Ginkgo distracted, the plan was set in motion.
When (y/n) arrives for breakfast she eats very slowly, hoping Muichiro would finish before her. He does. By the time he leaves, her plate is still half full. She scrambles, handing her unfinished food to the tenant and follows after him. The demon slayer takes care to keep her distance, watching the boy from around a corner.
He takes his katana and enters the backyard. (Y/n) creeps closer, observing him from inside. She's stunned as Muichiro begins to practice dry swings. His form and power are impeccable despite only slicing through air.
'He's training?! Even on our day off?!'
The girl marvels at his tenacity as he moves between the six breathing forms. His body flows between each one seamlessly.
'So this is the gap between someone like me and a Hashira... It's like he doesn't even have to think about it. Tokito-san really is amazing.'
After a while, (y/n) settled for watching Muichiro from her bedroom window upstairs. He stayed out there, swinging nonstop for hours. When he finally sheathed his blade he settled under a tree.
The Hashira then tilts his head up, choosing to watch the clouds pass as he catches his breath. He rests there, back against the old tree trunk. The bright sky is captured in his empty eyes. A calm wind passes through. It shakes the tree's leaves and shifts Muichiro's blue tipped strands. (Y/n) watches quietly. In this moment, he appears so peaceful.
An hour passes before he moves again. This time, he makes way for the hot spring. Another hour passes. After the boy emerges he exits through the front door. (Y/n) follows, catching the edge of his form entering the weapons shed. She waits, expecting him to come out quickly, but after 10 minutes, she moves to investigate.
The Kinoe creeps closer to the cracked door, carefully masking her presence. One eye peeps through. Muichiro sits at a desk along the back wall. He's hunched over it slightly, as if focusing on something. (Y/n) can't tell what he's doing with his back to her, but there's a stack of colorful papers beside him. The faint sound of shuffling paper fills the room. After a few minutes, Muichiro holds up a meticulous product of folded paper. He examines it before placing it in pile (that (y/n) had somehow missed until now) with others just like it.
'Are those paper airplanes? Is Tokito-san into origami? Or is it just air-'
"Your steath skills need work," Muichiro states. His voice is curt, blunt as always, but there's no trace of irritation. (Y/n) jumps. She keeps quiet, hoping her silence would somehow make the Hashira forget she was there. "There's no point in hiding. I know you're there." His remains seated, his back to her still. "It's rude to spy on others."
The door whines, creeking open further. (Y/n) pads in, footsteps crunching on the dirt floor. "S-sorry..."
"You've been watching me all day," Muichiro says. His tone leaves no room for argument.
"...How did you know?"
"Ginkgo hasn't been around. I figured you and your crow were up to something." (Y/n) sighs in defeat. The Hashira was simply too perceptive. "Don't complain about being sore during practice tomorrow. I gave you this rest day for a reason."
"R-right..."
Gloom befalls the girl at the short scolding. As she moves to exit, a loud caw is heard. (Y/n) ducks as a flurry of black wings and sharp claws swipe above her head.
"YOU! How dare you use that male bird to keep me away from my master all day!" Ginkgo shouts while trying to peck at (y/n). She hops around, dodging the crow without too much trouble.
That's when Ryukyu appears. He covers his master, protecting her from Ginkgo's wrath. The two birds swipe and squack at each other, flying every which way in the small room. "I'm sorry (y/n)-sama! She caught wind of our plan!"
(Y/n) runs out, leaving a trail of dust behind her. Ginkgo immediately flies after her. "Get back here!"
Ryukyu follows them in a panic. "You leave my (y/n)-sama alone!"
Muichiro blinks, a bystander to the commotion. He's frozen in place, unsure of how to react. His face stays the same but inside he's a bit frazzled. How did a peaceful day turn into this? The door of the weapons shed is left wide open. The three trouble makers are gone, but their frantic voices can still be heard in the distance. The young Hashira breathes a deep sigh.
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When Muichiro awakes the next morning, he discovers a paper swan sitting outside his bedroom door. He stares before picking it up. He examines the bird, noting it's rough lines and uneven folds. It was clear an amateur had put it together. He quickly surmises that (y/n) must've left it during the night. Why? He isn't sure, but it wouldn't do him any good to dwell on it.
He steps back in his room and puts the swan on an empty shelf without think twice about it. Surely, that would be the end of it. Except the next day Muichiro finds a green paper frog. And the day after that, a paper whale. Then a butterfly, crane, crab, pigeon, cat, and so on. Every single day the boy would find a new piece of origami. The paper gifts becoming better made and more complex with time.
He never brought them up to (y/n). Never questioned why she insisted on making the cute paper creatures. And she never asked what he thought of them. Though Muichiro did notice how she'd scan his face at breakfast for a hint of a reaction. He never gave one. Regardless of his outward indifference, somewhere along the way he began to look forward to what new origami he'd find next. It became a subtle yet fun exchange for the young Hashira, even though he'd never admit it.
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"I'll be leaving soon," Muichiro says over dinner one night. Before (y/n) can ask he fills her in. "I'll be going to the Swordsmith Village. My Katana's starting to dull and is in need of maintenance."
"Can't you have the sword sent to the village? There's no need for you to go yourself." (Y/n) asks, saddened by his announcement.
"I'd prefer to be there to make sure everything is to my liking."
"Oh..." (Y/n) had never been to the secret village. She wanted to ask if she could go with him, but she resists, already knowing what he'd say. "When do you leave?"
"In two days."
"How long will you be gone?"
"Four days or so. Be sure to continue your training like normal while I'm gone."
(Y/n) nods as they continue eating. For some reason, she struggles to finish her food that night.
Two days pass and it's now time for Muichiro to depart. A Kakushi stands nearby as the two teens exchange goodbyes, their respective crows on their shoulders. (Y/n) steps closer to Muichiro.
"Here, I got this for you." The boy watches as she puts a small charm in his palm. The pouch is dark blue and decorated with gold patterns. The attached white string dangles down his hand. "I got it enchanted at a shrine and everything. It's for protection," she explains.
'I don't need it.' Is what he wants to say. It's what he would've said had it been anyone else. But the strange look in her eye makes him accept. Muichiro tucks the charm in his breast pocket, much to Ginkgo's displeasure.
"My master doesn't need your stupid charm! Don't you know who he is?!" The lady crow spouts.
"Do you ever shut up?" Ryukyu snaps.
"Haahhh?!"
Muichiro speaks to (y/n), choosing to ignore them. "I should get going."
He doesn't thank her for the charm, but (y/n) doesn't need him to. Him taking it is plenty thanks enough. "Safe travels," she says.
The Mist Hashira signals the Kakushi. They pull out a thick white blindfold and tie it over his eyes. They then lift Muichiro on piggyback and depart. The girl holds back a chuckle at the sight. In that position, Muichiro actually looks his age. (Y/n) waves as their figures get smaller and smaller. Her arm falls once they dissappear. She stands there a while. Staring in the direction they went, hands clutched tightly together.
"(Y/n)-sama?" Ryukyu coos in concern. She doesn't answer, her blaring thoughts blocking most sounds. "(Y/n)-sama?" He says again.
She hears him this time. "Huh? What is it Ryukyu?"
"You know you don't have anything to worry about, right? The Swordsmith Village is the safest place in the entire Demon Slayer Corp. Tokito-san will be fine."
"I-I know!" (Y/n) says, attempting to reassure Ryukyu. "He's a Hashira too. I know he can handle himself."
She clasps her hands even tighter. An unfamiliar feeling washes over her. She can't place it.
'I know. I know that already. So why do I feel so anxious?'
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The first day passed quickly. (Y/n) threw herself into her training, determined to impress Muichiro when he returned. It felt strange to go about her day without him. He didn't speak much but his presence was always felt. Now that he was gone, it simply felt... wrong for her to be there without him.
Days two and three, were rinsed and repeated. On day four, (y/n) worked hard to finish practice early. Before the yellow sun could turn orange, she stood outside the property gate, awaiting Muichiro's arrival. Minutes quickly turned to hours and soon enough the tenant stepped out to call her for dinner.
"Come eat, dear," the old lady says. "You've had a long day. I'm sure Muichiro-san will be back tomorrow." She takes (y/n) by the arm and gently guides her inside.
'He did say four days or so... yeah, he'll be here tomorrow.' (Y/n) tells herself.
On the fifth day she waits at the gate again. Muichiro never shows. By the sixth day (y/n) pretends she isn't restless. Ryukyu does his best to cheer her up, but his attempts are ineffective. The sun sets and rises three more times before word gets out about the incident that took place in the Swordsmith Village. As soon as the message is relayed, (y/n) drops everything and dashes to the Butterfly Mansion.
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Muichiro lies in bed. His body is motionless, but his mind is running, flickering through moments of his latest battle. The child who saved him, the sadistic upper moon demon, the returned memories of his past, and the protective amulet given to him, torn and damaged from battle. The memories shift like a rolling film, moving in a rapid flurry... and then his eyes slide open. They meet a ceiling, one Muichiro recognizes but hasn't seen in a while. Right. He was in the infirmary.
His gaze falls, sweeping over the room. In the bed to his left is the Love Hashira, next to her lies Tanjirou, both unconscious, and at the foot of his bed is (y/n). She sits on a stool with her body leaning over the bed. Her arms are folded beneath her, cradling her head. She's asleep as well.
The Mist Hashira takes his time sitting up. Ignoring his bandaged form, he reaches for the lone glass of water on the beside table. More items rest near it: a small vase filled with blue chrysanthemums, his tattered charm and a few origami. Among them are several cranes and an airplane, all scrawled with positive messages.
"I'm glad to see you're awake, Tokito-kun."
Muichiro turns to the soft voice. The Insect Hashira walks through the door, her signature smile in place.
"Kocho-san..." he greets.
"How are you feeling?" She says, keeping her voice low.
"I feel okay. How long have I been here?"
"Two days. You've recovered faster than expected." Shinobu watches as his eyes drift away from her and on to (y/n). "She's been here the entire time you were out. I had no idea you had such a loyal Tsuguko."
"She's not... nevermind," he sighs.
"Hm? Well, Tsuguko or not she clearly cares about you. She even showed the girls how to make paper cranes, saying it would increase your chances of a speedy recovery. You're the first to wake up, so I guess it worked," she informs. Sheets ruffle quietly, drawing their attention. (Y/n) shifts, beginning to stir awake. "I'll give you two a moment." Shinobu sends Muichiro a teasing smile and excuses herself.
The boy looks on silently as (y/n)'s eyes flutter open. He watches her (e/c) irises transition from an unfocused haze to clear realization. She shoots up in her seat, jaw hanging open at a conscious Muichiro.
"Tokito-san! You're up! That's great!" (Y/n) happily exclaims, all while resisting the urge to hug him. Her hands curl in the sheets, keeping them to herself. "H-how are you feeling?"
Muichiro forgets to answer. He stares at her a few moments longer. (Y/n) scans over his expression, growing worried at his silence. She looks into the same blue eyes she's grown to admire. But today they somehow look... different. Clearer. Brighter. "Tokito-san?"
Muichiro blinks, gaze softening. "I'm sorry," he apologizes.
"Huh? Sorry? Sorry for what?"
"I haven't been the kindest person to you. I want to apologize for my behavior until now."
"...eh?" (Y/n) is speechless. Where is this coming from? It was unlike Muichiro to apologize for anything. He was acting like a completely different person. "You don't have to apologize! I mean, I know you just wanted to see me improve... so I never took any offense to it."
Then Muichiro does something (y/n) never expected. The corners of his lips lift up in a smile. "I'm glad!"
(Y/n) is in awe. She feels her pulse spike suddenly and it brings warmth to her face. 'I don't know what could've caused such a drastic change in Tokito-san, but he looks happy. I'm glad.'
"Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
"I've never been better," Muichiro claims. He takes (y/n)'s hand, his smile falling away. "Still... I'm sorry for not coming back earlier. I'm sure you were worried."
The girl's eyes suddenly gleam with wetness. She recalls her frantic arrival at the Butterfly Mansion. How the injured sight of Muichiro tore her heart in two. She turns away, using her free arm to furiously wipe her face. Unshed tears still cling to her lashes when she faces him again.
"Don't be ridiculous! All that matters is that you came back alive. The fact that you also single-handedly defeated an upper moon is just a plus. You... you really are amazing, Tokito-san."
The Mist Hashira smiles again. "Just Muichiro is fine."
(Y/n) grins in return. "Ok, Muichiro."
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AN: Alright guys, this is getting pretty long so I'll end it here for now. Please look forward to part 2 for even more Muichiro X Reader fluff!
I had to write something sweet for our boy since Gotoge did him fucking dirty in the manga. But yeah, thanks for reading! ♡
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Part 1 | Part 2
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Taisho Era Secrets!
~ Muichiro lied when he said (y/n) was not capable. Despite her faults in combat, he found her reflexes to be pretty sharp. Her stamina wasn't the best, but her endurance and pain tolerance were also admirable.
~ Mitsuri was secretly awake the entire time Muichiro and (y/n) spoke in the infirmary. It took all of her willpower not to make a scene at their cute display. She wanted to squeal sooo bad!
~ Muichiro kept the charm (y/n) gave him even after his fight against Gyokko. He now keeps it tied to his sword sheath so it's always with him when he goes into battle.
