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izuku is SO OBLIVIOUS

- COMPLETELY UNAWARE of the affect he has on you

- the way he gazes at you when you speak, those glowing emerald eyes so deep, so intense that you can't help but look away, getting all shy and tripping over yourself, overwhelmed by his undivided attention (it always makes you worry that there might be something on your face)

- that pretty smile of his that captivates you, so much so that when it dissipates into a lowered frown, the feeling resonates (IT MAKES YOU GIGGLE N KICK YOUR FEET WHEN THE SMILE IS ESPECIALLY TOWARD YOUU)

- and just his overall character and personality

- izuku's the sweetest guy you've ever met—caring, considerate, selfless, sympathetic

- he's observant, noticing, and he knows exactly what to say when you're discouraged or upset (pretty ironic how he doesn't notice your feelings)

- not only that, he's super admirable—he's an ambitious one, working hard for his goal to be a pro hero, with perserverence and commitment

- this guy has you in a chokehold

- and what better way to show a bit of your love than giving him gifts?

- on holidays, you take your time and consideration to write him a letter from the heart, along with organizing a thoughtful gift bag of something you made for him, bought, or both—valentine's, christmas, his birthday

- and you always send one of his friends to give it to him, it saves you the embarrassment

"Hey, Midoriya!! Here, it's from y/n!"

"For me? Tell her I said thank you!..But, why didn't she give it to me herself?"

- HM I WONDER WHY (they're discreetly aware of your feelings it's kind of obvious with the way you act around him and the gift giving only confirms it)

- of course they tease him about it and stuff, but he always sees it as you being nice

- so when you finally muster up the courage to confess your heartfelt feelings for him on the last day of your 4th year, he's absolutely stunned

"Wait...really!? You like me? As in you see me as something more than-? As in a boy..friend that goes on dates and stuff!?"

- YES

- he thinks he's just an average guy, a huge nerd with a dream

- LIKE NO YOU'RE NOT??

- you having feelings for him will never cross his mind so it'll come as a GREAT surprise to him

- izuku will be absolutley and utterly clueless

And ALSO the fact that is implied in chapter 430 that Izuku is the perfect number one hero: in the last chapter of the manga we see that Katsuki and Todoroki are competing for the number 1 spot as heroes, both are strong and have worked hard to get where they are but it is clear that they both lack something. Katsuki is strong but he is not friendly, kind and calm like the number 1 hero should be, he is too arrogant, proud and conceited (Aizawa also says that his personality will probably make him go down in the ranking). Shoto is calm and kind but not extroverted enough to empathize with people, he is too awkward. Izuku on the other hand is the perfect hero, just like All Might: he is kind, caring, extroverted (the opposite of Todoroki), humble but serious and confident when needed, he does not use strength as a way to increase his ego but for a genuine desire to help others (unlike Bakugou, who has made a huge glow up as a character but who is still too aggressive with the public).

I'm sorry I'll never get over it.

I don’t think I will ever accept the fact that Izuku, the one that deserved more than anyone else to be the greatest hero, lost his quirk and became a teacher. My baby deserved more and deserved to fulfill his dream to help people as a hero like he always dreamed to do, not as a teacher.

GUYS, does anyone know where that one shot of Izuku x reader is where they were in the Barbie and the 12 dancing princesses movie? Izuku was Derek and reader was Barbie 💖💕

dying, dying, dying. Seriously. Why. 😳 I am red as a London Bus, seriously-

College!Class-1a! X Fem!Reader 18+Drabble

This is really starting out as imagination for being shared by the characters, then I thought of this. So in this the class has eyes on you and can’t help it but always wanted you. Then one day your professor takes it a step further. This is yanderish.

Class 1A: Izuku midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Shōta Aizawa, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Tenya Iida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou

Warning: Sex watching, teasing, degrading, yandere content, masterbating, touching oneself to someone else, slight circle jerk?, professor x student, being used, authority play, hair pulling.

This is content that isn’t light of heart, filthy shit. So, dead dove do not eat. All characters are of age and consenting.

It was just another day in class, your classmates would drift their eyes to you occasionally to stare lovingly then turn away. You looked so cute today, like you did everyday, they always appreciated how beautiful you looked for them. Each time you’d look down or wrote in your notebook, Aizawa was staring at you. His eyes however didn’t look at your face but below the open deck to between your legs. That showed your pretty pussy all to him.

He could barely focus on his lesson with the picture of you in his mind, so he’d trip in his words and forget about what he was saying. This was new for him because he was always calm and steady, bored even. So the whole class took noticed his actions.

It wasn’t until he stopped fully while looking at you and the whole class followed his gaze in confusion. You didn’t even notice because you were taking notes and blocked him out until you got passed a point. “Y/n.” He sounded annoyed. Looking up to meet his glaring gaze you stare wide eyed at being in trouble.

“Yes sir.” He leaned on his desk and pointed in front where you would stand in front of the whole class. You gulped, “Stand up and go to the front of the class.” You flushed embarrassment at all the attention but followed his instructions to not get in anymore trouble. They all kept their eyes on your shy figure standing before them all in your school uniform. Aizawa made his way around and stood by you while putting a hand on his chin, inspecting you.

Turning his attention to the class, “Can anyone tell me what’s wrong with Miss L/n’s outfit?” You stared panic. All eyes looked at you from head to toe at the same outfit you wear every day, and they noticed everything you did. So the class stayed silent. Aizawa sighed and clicked his tongue.

“Surprising, you guys watched her like little bitches in heat.” He said amused with a eye roll, his demeanor changing quickly. The group looked at each other taken aback. Oh, you remembered clearly what you had done today. “I’m sorry-” his hand covered your mouth quickly and pushes you against the desk, the others getting defensive.

“Clearly your peer forgot the dress code,” you squealed when his other hand tugged at your skirt and lifted it. You struggled against him and tightened your legs together with tears picking up in your eyes. It was embarrassing…But also gave you a thrill.

“No panties under her skirt, she didn’t even close her legs.” You huffed as they all looked down at your cunt. Each of them turned red and moaned at the sight, the girls getting wet and the boys pants getting tight. “Shy? Awe, that’s pathetic.” He pushed you back and you were forced to take a seat in his desk.

“Show them, you know you want to be a good little slut.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes while he just smirked devilishly. But the problem to fighting back was simple. You didn’t want to. You spent nights imagining being fucked by your dorm mates, all of them you thought about along with your professor. So you nodded and slowly opened your legs for them to see each detail, your holes and clit. 

Now your eyes cried while your sweet moans poured out, the wet sounds of your pussy while his fingers thrust into you. Hands gripping the desk for support at how good the pleasure felt, your stomach twisting and turning. You couldn’t focused on your classmates to long while they all touched them to you.

The girls parted their legs while rubbing their clits and you could hear them too. Ochako and Mina fingered themself to match what you felt so they could feel one with you. The boys were surprisingly louder then the girl while stroking their cocks. Bakugo was more growling while fucking his hand as fast as he could go, Kirishima was soft and slow along with sero. Deku and denki were the loudest in the room, who got yelled at because they couldn’t hear you. But the other boys and girls kept quiet while touching themselves, afraid to make a sound.

Aizawa was painfully hard and made you rub him threw his pants for some relief, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way you cried, moaned just by him fingering you. It was intoxicating. “Cum- Oh fuck, going to cum.” You announced with your eyes rolling back.

“Dumb girl, think that’s what you get?” You cried out when he pulled out of you quick and left you empty. “All of you stop or I’ll fail you.” They all stopped and panted, caught in a haze of the high. “At least you all listen to me now, now pull up your pants and shit.” Groaning they all listened, the reality sinking in on them. You wiggled to get off the desk but he stopped you.

“Shoto, Ochako are the only ones who get to finish.” The two looked up and the rest looked at them. “Y/n here will finish you off,” your hair was gripped and pulled you off the desk. He forced you down onto your knees, “Well?” The two thought for a second but stood up to walk over to you, standing above you.

“All of you get to watch, be thankful.” He left you and walked to his chair and leaned back. So, you licked her pussy and gave him a hand job until they both came. Todoroki’s cum splatter on your face as you cleaned her pussy up, you got breathless fast. The end of class was awkward and silent, no one knew what to do or say. So you all just left.

But it was only a matter of time before you got home and the class was waiting for you to get their turn. Willing to do anything to get you.

My first NSFW fic

⁀➷ UNDER THE INFLUENCE

pairing. bakuguo, izuku, shinso x fem!reader

warnings. so many typos omg, cussing, hints of jealousy

genre. fluff, humor

note. imma be so fr i just wanted an excuse to write longing/nervous izuku he's so fucking cute

When one too many drinks leads to a (drunk) confession or two.

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OMGGGGG THIS IS SOOO GOOD I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!!! PLEASE MAKE ANOTHER PART

spider boy — spider-man!midoriya izuku x reader

synopsis:   you’ve talked to your neighbor a few times before and have waved at him on campus. But you’ve noticed he keeps really weird hours, sometimes hearing him go into his apartment at ungodly hours of the night. So when spider-man enters your apartment one night, it’s easy for you to connect the dots from there. 

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, hints of angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 3.1k

author’s note: I believe in spider-man!deku supremacy :) this lowkey feels like a part 1 oops

“Spider-man does it again! Only three blocks from the UA university campus, the masked hero—”

“You’re a spider-man fan?”

You jumped, almost dropping your phone and falling off of the bench in the process. 

“Midoriya! You scared me.”

He laughed and you paused the video you were watching, a news clip from this morning. He settled down beside you on the bench, taking a sip of his iced coffee as he did. 

“Yeah, I guess I am a fan,” you said. “Campus PD sucks and I think it’s funny a spider guy is more reliant than all of them put together.”

You both shared a laugh. 

“I have to get to class,” Midoriya sighed, not making any movements to get up from the bench. “How’s Moony?”

“She’s great, thanks for asking,” you said, smiling back at him. Because Midoriya was the definition of a perfect neighbor. He had introduced himself when you first moved in and he saw the small cat carrier with a little black kitten, Moony, inside of it. From there it had been a pleasant acquaintanceship between the two of you. 

“I’ll see you later, then,” he said, really standing up this time. “Bye!”

You waved goodbye as he left, then turned back to the video. 

A thief had been running loose on campus for the last week, snatching cell phones and wallets from unsuspecting students on their way to class. Campus PD had found the thief this morning, literally on their doorstep with a sticky note that had a spider sketch stuck on his face. 

A smaller feat of Spider-Man’s, but a good one nonetheless. 

During your first lecture of the day you could see other people were watching the same video and reading the accompanying article. It was the first time Spider-Man had acted so close to campus, practically on the grounds of it considering where he had turned in the thief. 

The person in front of you had a Reddit post pulled up, and you had to bite your cheek to refrain from laughing as you read the title. Spider boy or whatever is totally a UA student. Here’s my proof!!!!

Finding the professor’s lecture increasingly dry and dull, you decided to pull up the Reddit tab on your own laptop so you could read it, too. 

By the time the lecture was over you had read the entire post (it was surprisingly long) and all of the comments underneath it, half-convinced of the theory yourself. It made some reasonable arguments—Spider-Man stuck to the surrounding city, usually went around at night, rarely seen throughout the day—keeping with the schedule of a college student. Sticking to the surrounding city pointed to the fact that he lived near campus. And the latest crime he’d solved was the cherry on top, because the alerts about it had gone out to all campus members since the incidents were contained to the campus. 

The dull lecture came with dull readings, which you idly flipped through later that night. It was nearing 1 am, but sleep had not yet found you, and even the reading was not putting you to sleep. 

You must’ve dozed off on your tiny kitchen table, Moony curled up on the chair next to you, because her surprised meow and the sound of a door closing close by woke you up a few hours later. Your phone lit up with an email notification (professors were truly unhinged with their work hours) and you were able to see the time without lifting your head up from the table. 4 am. 

The door that had closed and woken you and Moony up had been Midoriya’s, you realized even in your half-asleep state. Occasionally the sound would wake you up, but you never minded it much and usually rolled over and fell back asleep. 

This time you had to drag yourself over to your bed, and you could vaguely hear Midoriya moving around next door. What business he had this early in the morning you never knew. He seemed pretty normal, and you always assumed he was fond of late library study sessions. Even if it was not exactly exam season. But then again, he was a biochem major, you mused. 

You fell asleep wondering about this and woke up five hours later to the sound of your blaring alarm. It snapped you awake, enough to hear a thud from next door. Did Midoriya fall out of bed?

The day passed as usual. You went to class, took half-hearted notes (it was hard to focus at this point in the semester—everyone was already burnt out) came home and ate dinner with Moony, and cuddled up on the couch together to do your readings. 

This time you were ready to pass out outside of the warm embrace of your bed, so you’d done your nightly routine and brought over blankets to the couch, ready for sleep to come whenever it was ready. 

The sound that woke you up this time was much louder. And Moony hissed. 

She never hissed. 

You froze from your curled-up position on the couch, eyes still heavy with sleep and senses scrambling to catch up with your brain and racing heart. The coffee table was right across from you, and by some miracle, you’d been sipping on a lemonade earlier—one in a glass bottle. 

As swiftly as you could, you untangled yourself from the blankets and grabbed the lemonade bottle, wielding it in front of you like a sword.

It slipped from your grasp when you saw who was standing in front of you, next to your open window you always kept closed, scared Moony would climb out. 

As if on reflex, as if he expected you to drop your weapon, Spider-Man shot a web just as it slipped from your fingers, catching it in his hands before you could even register you had dropped it.

Moony, who had been very annoyed at being woken up just a minute ago, was now rubbing her head on his shins affectionately. 

“Moony,” you whispered. “Get away from him.”

“It’s okay!” Spider-Man said, mirroring your whisper. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Then why did you break into my apartment?” You looked around for your phone, or another potential weapon. Instead, your gaze found the small digital clock you kept on a shelf near the door, the bright green numbers clearing away the fogginess of sleep. 

It was 4am. 

You could not help the gasp that escaped you. 

“Midoriya?”

The effect was instantaneous. Spider-Man’s entire body language changed, that much you could tell, even in the dark. He took a step away from you, back toward the window, shoulders tense. 

“What?” he said. Trying hard to keep his voice steady, even deepening it a little. But you knew it was him. 

“Did you think this was your apartment?” You were connecting the dots now. “This is why you always come back so late.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, inching towards the window. “I just got a little lost. Thought this place was empty.”

“You’re bleeding,” you said, pointing at the gash in his arm as though he had not noticed it himself. “Why’re you bleeding?”

Moony meowed, as though echoing your question. She was still close to him, and leaned forward to rub her head against his shin again. 

This seemed to break him—his shoulders drooped and he let out a long exhale. He reached up and pulled the mask off, and you gasped again. 

The left side of his face was covered in bruises, his eye starting to swell a bit. He looked like he was on the verge of tears, glancing down at Moony. 

“Smart cat. She recognized me.” You winced and instinctively moved toward him when he tried to smile and grimaced at the action. 

“Sit down, please,” you said, remembering to speak quietly. “You can’t die in my apartment. You can’t.”

“I won’t,” he said, letting you manhandle him into sitting on the couch. “Promise.”

“If you thought this was your apartment you’re definitely concussed,” you said, reaching up to move his curls aside, careful not to touch his face. The bruises covered his entire left side, also the side his arm was bleeding. “What happened to you?”

You snatched your hand away when he realized he was frozen, eyes to the side where your hand was. 

“I got thrown into a wall,” he said, smiling again. A smaller grimace this time. “I’m really sorry.” 

“You’re sorry for being thrown into a wall?” You shuffled to the kitchen to grab the tiny first aid kit you kept there. It was dusty and unused and consisted mainly of bandaids, something you started laughing at a little hysterically as you opened it on the couch, in between you and Midoriya. He’d leaned back onto the couch, breathing evened out. He was lying so still you thought he was sleeping, until he turned his head to see what you were laughing at. 

“I only have bandaids,” you said, still laughing a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” he said. “Oh, I didn’t mean…” he started laughing. Quietly, then a little louder until you were both giggling and suppressing loud laughs. 

“It’s okay,” he said, catching his breath again. “Can you help me get to my place? I’m used to patching myself up.” 

It took five minutes, but eventually, you both managed to get out your front door, coaxing Moony to stay inside. Midoriya had one of his arms draped around your shoulder, keeping him upright. He had reassured you plenty of times as you both shuffled out the door that he was fine, he had been through worse. Which only made you feel worse. 

His apartment was the exact same layout as yours, though a little messier, which he apologized for. There were notes all over his kitchen table, his couch was covered in blankets. You had a feeling he was prone to falling asleep all over his apartment like you did.  

“Thank you,” he said once he had settled down on his couch. “I’m really sorry, again.”

“I know,” you said, sitting down beside him. You stared at the clock directly across from you, above his small TV. “I’m sorry for figuring out who you are.”

Another small laugh from him. “S’okay.” he shifted to look at you, and you mirrored him. It would have felt awkward being this close to someone you knew more in passing a day ago, but you felt as though this entire experience had automatically made the two of you friends. A trauma bond, of sorts. “You won’t tell anyone?”

You smiled back at him. “Promise.”

You didn’t remember getting back to your apartment, only that it took a lot of convincing on Midoriya’s part. The second you woke up (on your couch) you rushed to get out the door and knock on Midoriya’s until he opened, if anything to confirm you had not dreamed anything that had happened. But before you could get your slippers on, you saw a small note on the floor in front of the door. 

Two spiders drawn holding hands, with “friends?” written underneath.

You slid it back under his door with your own addition — a drawing of a cat and “friends” written underneath his question. 

——— * * * ———

“Trauma bond?”

“Yeah,” you said, shoving at his shoulder and ignoring his fake wince. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” he agreed, petting a meowing Moony in his lap. He was frowning down at her, and you had been around him long enough to know something was wrong. 

It had been over a month since the break-in incident (which Midoriya was still apologizing for) and you had grown used to each other’s company. It had started off small—seeing him in the library during the day, studying quietly next to him. Stifling your laughter when he slid a spider doodle across the table to you. 

After that, you noticed him around campus more often. You had always greeted him when he crossed your path, stopping to make small talk. But now you actually talked about things of substance. Setting up study sessions, inviting him over to play with Moony, exchanging recipes and even starting to cook at each other’s apartments. 

“Is my pasta not good?” you said. Moony meowed, echoing your question from his lap. 

“It could use some pepper,” he said, smiling teasingly at you. “No, it’s good. Just a rough night.”

“Wanna talk about it?” you said. 

“S’okay,” he said. “We’re trauma bonded enough.” You felt a pang of guilt at the sadness in his tone. 

“Midoriya—” 

“Thank you for the pasta,” he said. “I can help with the dishes.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “You know we’re friends friends, right?”

He nodded. “I’m messing with you.”

“You little shit!” he laughed as you set your dishes down in the sink, shoving him slightly. He smiled slyly at you. He seemed like the perfect boy next door, but he was really a little shit. And he was the perfect boy next door. 

“I haven’t heard you come back late in a while,” you said. He turned to look at you from his place at the sink, eyebrows raised. 

“You wait up for me?”

“No!” you said indiginantly. “It just used to wake us up.” 

“Really? I’m sorry.”

“S’okay,” you said. “But you have to wake me up if you’re hurt really bad, okay? Even if it’s just to sit with you.”

A small noise of acknowledgement from Midoriya. 

“What was that?”

“Promise.” 

Satisfied, you got up from your place at the table, letting him finish up the dishes. “Are you going out tonight?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Sorry in advance about the early morning wake up call.”

He still would not tell you where he went. But the news reports the next day served as the answers to your questions. A crime solved here, a criminal turned in there. The Spider-Man news page, ran by dedicated fans, was bookmarked on your computer and one of your most visited tabs. On nights when you couldn’t sleep and didn’t know where he was, you would refresh it every few minutes, waiting for an update. 

Sometimes he would go during the day, and when you would get back from class he would be there on your couch with Moony, napping. You would sit on the opposite end and wait for him to wake up, then decide on what to make for lunch together. Not talking about the new bruise on his arm or the new cut on his leg. If he brought it up you knew it was okay to talk about it, but usually you both talked about normal topics. Avoiding the giant spider in the room. 

“All done!” he said, falling down on the couch beside you. Reaching to pet Moony, who was cuddled up on your lap. Arm muscles flexing, hands softly running through Moony’s fur. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how jacked he was. Especially when he was literally always stripping in your apartment, changing from his suit into his regular clothes. Letting you sneak glances at his back, his chest. 

“Take a nap,” you blurted. “If you’re going to be out tonight. You need to rest.”

“I will,” he said, smiling up at you. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not!” you said, huffing. “You better not visit me tonight. I expect you to kick ass and come back with no injuries.”

“‘Kay,” he said. “See you tomorrow?” You nodded and watched him dramatically sigh, throwing his head back on the couch before getting up and shuffling to the door. 

The rest of your evening was spent anxiously trying to distract yourself. There was a nagging feeling in the back of your head, in the pit of your stomach. After finishing your homework and realizing it was hours before your usual bedtime, you cleaned your apartment. Reorganized, moved things around. 

You decided to settle on the couch for the night. Better place to hear Midoriya come back. 

The sound that jolted you awake a couple hours later was louder than usual, and it woke you up quicker. A quick glance at your clock let you know it was only 1am.

“Midoriya?” you said quietly, sitting up. “You okay?”

He was standing near your window, at almost the exact same spot as a month before, when he had first broken in. 

“No,” he said. Voice hoarse and almost too quiet for you to hear. 

You were up and leading him over to the couch in an instant. His mask was already off, clutched in between his fingers

“Are you hurt?” you said, patting down his arms and running your fingers over his face softly, scared to touch a bruise or aggravate a cut. A shake of his head. 

You gently took the mask from him, setting it down on the coffee table with one hand, the other gripping his hands tightly. “Want to talk about it?”

He nodded, squeezing your hands back. “Later.”

“Okay,” you said, scooting closer to him on the couch so your shoulders pressed together. “I’m here, okay? It’s okay.”

You were ready when his shoulders started shaking and he slid into your hug, staining your shirt with his tears. You ran your hands through his hair, rubbing your fingers along the nape of his neck. Repeating the phrase over and over until it felt like you were trying to convince yourself of the same thing. 

The bruises were on his side this time—no cuts deep enough to warrant him going back to his apartment to patch himself up. You helped him get his suit off slowly. The tears hadn’t stopped, and yours had started fifteen minutes after his. It hurt to see him like this and not know how to help. Knowing all you could do was help him get back to his apartment and keep his secret.

“Can I stay?” he said. He was holding the top half of his suit to his chest, hugging it. 

“Yeah, course you can,” you said. “I’ll get you some clothes.”

Moony walked out of your room with an annoyed meow. She had been sleeping, but once she spotted Midoriya she happily sauntered over, already purring. 

Once he had changed into the clothes his eyes started to droop, and you started convincing him to sleep in your room. He kept shaking his head, until he finally told you, “Don’t want to be alone.” 

“Okay, I’ll stay with you,” you said. Slipped out so easily you had no time to realize you had said it until he nodded and you were walking into your room and settling under the covers, Midoriya turning to face you, lashes wet with tears.

“I’m not leaving,” you said, reaching to intertwine your fingers with his. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

He blinked slowly at you, sleep making his eyes heavy. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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My account ugly ASL but i'm boutta make an izuku midoriya x (black reader) smau BECAUSE WHY? because its fun as hell!

My OC ending with Class 1-A… my hero was my comfort show and Manga for like ever… really helped me and as sad as I am to say the End… I’m truly thankful for having the chance to watch it…

To be a Hero or Maybe.

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This story is heavely based on one of my OC, it mentions kidnapping, suicide, bullying, sex, yander behavior and abuse. Please be warned this is little more graphic compared to my other storys. Also the time line for the story is a little different when compared to the actual MHA, the characters are all in college vs being in hight school. Please enjoy and note that i do not own any of the named character except for Paris, all credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. (Izuku x Fem Reader)

(Set as a pre... they're in middle school)

        Midoriya stood watching over the roof tops edge, he was leaning with his back against the railing and his feet teetering on the ledge. He took a deep breath and slowly released it, allowing the wind to blow his hair.  He had been up there so many times before but for the first time in his life, he stood there with no intent of jumping. He watched the clouds and the kids below who only pointed up and laughed at him. He has had so many thoughts of this ledge being his end but yet "IZUKU HIII" He was startled by his sudden name called but he smiled at the familiar voice. "Y/N!! HII" He held a face of pure excitement, as he looked behind him to see her smiling face. A transfer student that showed up mysteriously from America. She was outcast-ed for many reason, coming into middle school with no friends would to that to ya, not to mention the rumor of her being quirk less left her basically alone. That was until she ran into Izuku Midoriya, who she had quickly made friends with, seeing him on a roof top in the city... she watched as the #1 hero leaped from the same area. Alas. she brought him instant comfort and safety, however he was concerned for her already bad reputation and did not want to tarnishes it anymore by having the other student see them together. "Y-Y/N you cant call out to me so openly! people are gonna hear you" He warned, hoping back over the railing and standing across the roof top from her. "Oh why not? scared to be seen with me?? Huh the transfer?" She teased him, taking a couple steps closer to him.  "N-no that isn't it! I just... you don't want them to catch you with me!" He points down below to the other teens who where walking around in similar uniforms. They where clearly their classmates, and the ones who bulled Izuku. "If they see you with me, they'll tease you even more" He looked down shamefully, he held tears in his eyes refusing to look at her. She huffed, walking up to him and gently cupping his face. "I'm not ashamed of you Izuku..." She sighed lifting his face to look at her..."You're my best friend Izuku, please, let me be your hero" She used her free hand to wipe his tears,  "y-you don't care if they make fun of you?" His eyes met hers and a slight sparkle shown in them. He had fallen in love with her since she first spoke to him... her courage, her quirk, her everything. "I'll just kick their asses,  because hero protect other! so lets protect each-other!" She called holding out her fist for him to hit. He met her and smiled brightly, no one has ever offered to protect like she has. She was truly extortionary. "YEAH! W-we can protect each other!" They both giggled at each-other, "Now lets head home!" She started her way towards the rooftop door, "Alright!" Izuku quickly grabbed his things and ran to follow her.

         As they walked out the school grounds they gained glances from other students, trying to figure out why in the hell she was walking with him. Even though they've been friends for so long, Izuku did his best to keep it under warps. Izuku was glancing around and his anxiety was rocketing through the roof, but he took one glance at her and felt at peace. His smile returned and he puffed his chest out the slightest. They continued walking, chatting about an anime they've both been watching. As they walked the sidewalk, Y/N took a notice to the group of kids that seemed to linger behind them.  They where whispering rather loudly about them "Look at useless Deku" one spoke.... "She's wasting her time". Y/N felt irked, "HEY if you got something to say, say it with your chest" She huffed, turning around to confront the group.  The teens snickered, "Why are you walking with that nerd?" "Your wasting your time by talking to him, he quirk less and useless. No better than trash" They laughed at them "You should find someone better to hang out with" Y/n only hummed at them, "You say that but are you any different?" She asked, her head tilting to the side. "Well, for starters I have a badass quirk" He smirked, the other boys chuckled in agreement. "Uhm.. but a quirk is only as useful as it's holder, and what im seeing right now... isn't very impressive" She sighed crossing her arms and glancing at Izuku, she had a disappointed face. He couldn't help but giggle at her. The bully face faded into a scowl, "W-What the hell did you say to me?" His voice only raised in volume as his anger increased, he was not used to having anyone speak to him this way. "IM BETTER THAN HIM" He roared, he activated his quirk which allowed him to stretch his arm out. "Prove it then" she spoke, her tone hard... she watched as he moved towards her, "I'LL PROVE IT BY BEATING YOUR ASS" He made a running movement at her, his followers watched with wide eyes, this was the first time they had seen their leader get challenged like this. Y/N took a stance... "Lets see it then" He lunged at her, making an attempted to punch hier... The others muttered... thinking of how this battle could result. Y/N dodged, grabbing his arm and twisting her hips to flip him over her shoulder. "H AHA TO SLOW" She cackled as his head smacked into the ground. He let out a groan, his arm flying back into its original size. "ACK" He screamed as pain flooded his senses. The others gasped at how fast he had gotten taken down. They where scared... but moved quietly as to not be noticed by Y/N. Y/N stood over the bully... "Without using my quirk... you where beaten.... so quite talking out your ass" She told him off, hands on her hips and head shaking side to side. "should kill you for this" Still laying on the ground he was awestruck. Bakugo was the only person that ever scared him. "y-you got lucky! it was one shot! when I get up YOU'LL REGRET THIS" He strained to get up, he huffed and wheezed but his eyes went wide as both his arms where pinned by her shoes. She stood over him, both his hands pinned, she lifted her hand and brought it down right onto his face, breaking his nose. He laid still for a moment before she stepped off him, blood began dripping down his face, rolling on his side he began to tear up. Everyone stood shook, the bullys poise was to scared to move, they watched as their leader rolled in pain. Y/N huffed, "You talk shit but you're no better...if I hear you talk bad on him, you're gonna get it ten times worst. As human beings you should be ashamed and know that if truly believe you're above someone then you're probably under them" The others shook in fear, they watched as she moved away from the body, she glanced back at him as he snarled from the ground... he couldn't move even if he wanted to... his nose was in to much pain. His eyes held nothing but rage and hated.... "Keep looking at me with those eyes.... I love the attention" 

Y/N huffed turning and taking Izukus hands "Lets go home" He followed silently, amazed by her strength and ability to take down such a force with ease. He was snapped out of his daze when he felt her warm hand envelop his. He blushed at the touch, his worry taking over...  "Y-Y/n are you okay!? hurt anywhere?" He gasped, frantically checking her for any injuries. Y/n blushed softly at his fear... her heart fluttering at his antics. She smiled at him before an idea... bold and daring piped into her mine. "y-you know, my lips kinda hurt," She glanced away "M-maybe a kiss?" She was beat red and pointed to her lips, "Just a small one" Her eyes winded when his arms started flailing. "AH A k-kiss as in you w-want my lips and your lips... pressing ohh god" He was flush red... shaking at her request. "h-hey Izu,.. you don't have hmm" She gasped as his lips crashed into her, she was quick to get over her stunned state and raised her hands to hold his face. He let out  soft moan as he also raised his hands to meet her face. They connected perfectly, enjoying their time for a few more moments before they gently separated.  Izuku quickly covered his face mouth, eyes wide and face flushed... he stared into Y/n's eyes who held nothing but love and asmiration while looking at him. "Date me?" She blurted out... he was slightly taken back... he felt undeserving of a girl such as Y/n, she was perfect  and he was merely a deku... but if the world was offering him her.... then surly he was allowed to be selfish for one.... he was allowed to hold her close and claim her. "YES! i uh yes, i'd love to date you!" He smiled brightly at her, "REALLY" both where giddy, giggling at one an others actions. Y/n gasped softly as Izuku dove into a hug... burring his head in her chest and holding her waist tightly. She greatly returned the hold and gently began petting her hair. "mmm" Izuku made a noise of approval of her touch, almost like a purr. Having been friends for over a year now... being here felt natural, now as they returned to school tomorrow, they would no longer stand as best friends protecting each-other but rather lovers who had taken a vowel and stand true to it. "hey... Izuku" Y/n hummed, he took a glance up at her, still a red face and bright smile... "Let’s head home" he nodded his head, gently removing himself from her hold. He had never felt for safe, so appreciated, so loved. "right!"

Okayy, this will contiune!!!! Im actually so excited for this! this is one of my OC story lines but not my main! Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT,DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

To be a Hero....Or maybe Pt2

(PT link Above)

This story is heavily based on one of my OC, it mentions kidnapping, suicide, bullying, sex, yonder behavior, and abuse. Please be warned this is a little more graphic compared to my other stories. Also, the timeline for the story is a little different when compared to the actual MHA, the characters are all in college vs being in high school. Please enjoy and note that I do not own any of the named characters except for Paris, all credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. (Izuku x Fem Reader)

        Their relationship continued to bloom and grow, it was relatively healthy except for the slight obsession that flooded from both sides. It was now their Senior year, sticking out the rest of middle school and the entire length of High school, many of their classmates refused to believe that they were dating but after Y/n's tussle, she gained a reputation for being violent, so many decided to keep their distance from both her and Izuku. It had a heavy effect on their social life but they had each other... and to them thats all that mattered. Bakugo.... who Y/n has met a couple of times and grown to hate him... treating Izuku the way he has was despicable... she wanted him dead, but Izuku had yet to ask that of her. He was the only one who continued to dare mess with Izuku, but as per his request... Y/n kept her distance.... lucky for the firey blonde, she was never present when he would harm Izuku.

        They sat in their homeroom class, Izuku was in the corner, by the window... trying to remain unnoticed, while Y/n was dead center in the very back of the room. She sat bored, sketching silently and air pods in with her music blasting, using Izuku staring out the window as her inspiration. Both their attentions were dragged to their annoying teacher who clapped his hands loudly "ALL RIGHT CLASS WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE" As soon as he finished the class erupted into a loud mess. "Entrepreneur" "A cop!" "A nurse" There was a multitude of responses came from the students. However, three sat quietly, two of them annoyed and one ashamed of his own answer. Y/n drew her attention back to her drawing, rolling her eyes at the others, and putting her air pod back in. Her action caught the teacher's attention, who seemed to have personal beef with the girl. "HEY ARE YOU EVEN TRYING TO PARTICIPATE IN CLASS?" The man roared, pointing at Y/n, who simply sighed and removed her air pod once again. She took a glance around at all her classmates, whose attention was now strictly on her.

        "I want to be a hero, with Izuku... simple as that" Her tone was bored and annoyed. "HA and what makes you think you have what it takes?" He growled at her, crossing his arms and shaking his head. "You make me laugh, You should think of something more realistic... Like a housewife!" His tone was harsh and mocking towards her. He wanted to discourage her and embarrass her in front of the class. Y/n was unbothered by his words, in fact, she laughed at him. "HAHAHA.... I've been training since the day I got my quirk! The only reason I'm here in Japan is to attend U.A. and get my hero license" She spoke, nonchalantly. The teacher only responded with a scoff, no one believed that the girl had a quirk, not even her own teacher who had records that stated her abilities. "oh yes, this little witch's ability" He did magic hands, acting as if he was a witch found in a fairy tale. "My Quirk is called Dark Magic" She stated, slowly beginning to pack up her bag.... she knew where this was going. "Dark Magic? Oh please, this isn't a land of Unicorns and dragons" He placed his hands on his hips and mumbled about how stupid she was. Izuku was the only one in class who had seen her magic firsthand, she refused to use it as a way to say Fuck this society. "Think what you want to teach...I don't give a damn about your opinion" He was flabbergasted, how dare she show him no respect "Alright then you wench.... show us your little quirk! Prove that you're worth something and not just an immature child!" He yelled at her... marching towards her seat. "No, because you're the only one here acting like a child, having a strong quirk isn't all that matters, and I owe you no reasoning" With her bag packed and phone in hand, she was ready for her next destination which was enviable. "THAT'S IT I'M TAKING YOU TO THE PRINCIPAL" He roughly grabbed her arm and dragged her up out of her seat. She showed no reaction but simply spoke, "Please do, get me out of this class" With a rough tug, she yanked her arm out of his grip before sending him a glare. Picking up her bag, she walked away from the man towards the window. "Izu, will you watch my bag?" She asked setting it down next to his. He smiled at her and nodded, "O-of course" his face was slightly red but it only grew darker in color when she leaned down and set a gentle kiss on his lips. She smiled in the kiss, before pulling back and gently petting his hair. "I'll see you after school love" She gave a soft wave as she made her way towards the door. "o-okay, l-love" He was dark red, she had just kissed him in front of the entire class and their teacher. As she walked out the door, he couldn't help the dreamy expression that had overtaken his face, gently touching his lips as if to feel the linger of them. A certain blonde was not happy about the interaction that had just occurred "Damn Deku"

        She silently followed the man, stuck listening to his complaining about her attitude and lack of participation. She was actually relieved to see the familiar door that belonged to their ignorant principal. The teacher hastily knocked on the door, and both sat waiting for a response. A soft "Come in" was all he needed before practically busting down the door. He pushed Y/n inside, his hand brushing her waist to which to snapped at him "Watch your filthy hands" With a huff and a roll of his eyes, he wasted no time to start complaining, Y/n took a seat in the chair while he paced around the room going on and on. "Ah, Y/n welcome back" The principal smiled at the girl... "Seems you're back again.... for a 3rd time this month" The woman sighed, giving Y/n an apologetic look, "I'm praying for a good reason this time?" Y/n grumbled, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms, she huffed "I'm a top student, straight A's, I've been accepted into U.A on recommendation and I'm dragged down here because I refuse to share personal information about myself" the principle sighed, setting her head in her hands, "Please tell me this isn't true?" She asked the man who had stopped pacing for a moment "W-well yes, But she had a horrible Attitude!" He tried to defend himself, with a horrible reason. "I have a truthful one" With a soft chuckle the principal nodded, understanding Y/n completely, "Yes, and I truly appreciate that" She ran her hands down her face before pointing to the teacher "Uh yes, the future is important to talk about, but it's highly inappropriate to single out a student simple because she doesn't wish to share" The teacher tried to argue, "S-she needs to hear feedback and criticism from her peers..." "He also called me a wench" Y/n interrupted him, deciding she was done with this conversation. "of course he did, so glad she doesn't have parents or we'd be sued" She was moaning and groaning to herself. She knew it was a horrible thing to be thankful for but after everything this teacher had done to the young woman, she was truly glad. "Right... Mrs.Y/n you are dismissed...." She smiled at the girl before turning her attention to the man "And you.... will be staying very late, it's about time we have a heart to heart" He looked utterly defeated... "Yes Ma'am"

        Skipping back to the classroom in hopes of finding Izuku, she couldn't help but smile to herself... the thought of that dick getting in trouble was quite entertaining. Walking back through the door she saw that most of the kids had left, those who remained gave her a disgusted glance before fleeing the classroom. She looked for Izuku, realizing his absence instantly 'I hoped he'd wait for me' she thought to herself. She was about to walk out the door back into the hallways in search but familiar voices caught her attention as they flooded through the classroom from the open window. "DAMN DEKU" Y/n instantly rushed to the window to find Bakugo and his buddies standing over Izuku in the courtyard. She watched for a moment as they kicked at him and tried to snatch something from his hands. From the window, she saw the light reflect off her Eraser-head key chain, and instantly her heart sank realizing that was her bag he was holding... protecting. "Whos bag is it Deku?" Bakugo asked, setting off small explosions in his hand. "must be the bitches" His friends laughed. "S-shes not a bitch" Izuku tried to argue but a blast shut him up. Filled with rage from the interaction, she had never realized how badly Bakugo treated him. Izuku refused to tell her Kacchans quirk but now it all made sense, the burn marks on his clothes, his notebooks, shoes, and his body. How she had met him that day on the rooftop.... catching him. It broke her heart to watch him being treated this way, especially when it was her bag he was protecting... That's her boyfriend, her best friend, the nicest person she'd ever met, without thinking she jumped from the second story, catching the attention of a few other lingering students who gasped at her action. She focused her magic at her feet to cushion her fall, landing in a squat she quickly ran a hand through her hair to adjust it out of her face. "Leave him alone" She growled, standing up, her magic was seeping off of her, creating wisps around each step she took. The group's attention was on her, from the second she had jumped to the moment she hit the ground... gasping with open mouths as the air began to shift. Kacchan quickly recovered, glaring at her "Oh look, if it isn't the Witch... come to protect your little playboy" He asked, smirking showing off his shark K9s. "Damn right, I am" She was now only a couple feet away from the group, and Izuku.... she quietly assess the situation. Finding the best way to get Izuku out of harm's way.

       The group settled as Kacchans confidence came radiating, they all laughed together "W-what gonna poof us away?" They taunted her... wanting to rally her up. With a simple step, she was now in front of Izuku... like a mother bear, but her eyes held no affection as she glared at Bakugo. Stunned by her sheer speed, the group was caught completely off guard, none of them expected her to be so fast. "Get the fuck out of here! This doesn't concern you" One of the minions called "Oh but it does when it involves my boyfriend" She argued, refusing to budge from her spot. Kacchans fury only intensified at her interference, he refused to believe that a useless Deku had bagged the strongest bitch he'd ever met, that is to put it in his words. However, to save his own ego, he refused to believe she had a quirk and that her bite was nothing to her bark. He scoffed at her "Get the hell out of here, if you continue blocking my fun, I'll roast the damn nerd alive and end this little romance. "Like hell I'd let you do that" Y/n laughed at him, refusing to move from her protective stance. Setting off a small explosion in his hands, he hoped to see a bit of fear light in her eyes "Come on now, we'd hate for him to miss out on the fun", With her stone-cold face turned into a smirk, Kacchan was taken aback slight at her sudden change "Oh trust me, he'll have plenty of fun when we get home" She glanced back at Izuku winking at causing him to blush. The audacity that she had was beyond Kacchans understanding, and her quick remark left his friends chuckling at him. She left the stunned boy, turning her complete attention to her lover, "Izu, you okay baby?" She asked kneeling down to him. "a-ah yes I'm okay" He was so thankful for how quick she had come to his aid, watching her jump from the window... exposing herself, just to ensure she could get to him in time. It left him speechless, her smile, her motherly nature, her beautiful eyes.... he could feel his mind wandering to the comment she had made earlier... "I'm gonna marry you" He whispered to himself mostly but it still caught Y/n attention "What was that love?". He didn't have time to respond because Kacchan was growling and grumbling behind her. She only huffed at this and turned her attention back to the spiky-haired dick.

        His eyes were burning with pure rage, his hands clenched at his sides, muffling the booming sound of the explosions only a little. The amount of anger that flowed off him left his friends and Izuku trembling, but Y/n remained unaffected. "What you think you're better than me BITCH? JUST BECAUSE YOU FELT SORRY ENOUGH FOR THE DEKU" He screamed, his form hunching, as if he was ready to lung at her. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU BULLING HIM? WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?" She asked, shifting her stance to brace for a possible attack. "Deku is a worthless piece of shit! And I'm making sure he stays in his place" His friends nodded and agreed, still keeping a distance due to the fear of getting tangled up in the mix on accident. "And you have a tiny dick but no one put you in your place" She smiled internally as Kacchans face flushed red in embarrassment. "SHUT UP YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT" His friends only snicked a little before going to defend him "YEAH HE'S AVERAGED SIZED" However their comment did little to help because a single glance from Kacchan shut them up completely. "If I can't talk about you shrimp dick, then you can't call Izuku useless"

        Her smile couldn't be contained any longer, in all honestly... she's been waiting for the chance to face off with him, truly wanting to remind him how little he mattered in this big world. "YOU CAN'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT" He screamed, taking slow menacing steps towards her and Izuku, "I'll speak as I damn Please" She matched his steps, hoping to move any danger away from Izuku. With his body shaking and his palms sweaty, he took a single look at her before launching himself at her, using his quirk to add speed. Taken slightly aback by his speed, Y/n was unable to dodge the sharp right hook that caught her cheek. It stung, it continued to bloom in pain as she stood for only a moment, motionless, that is until her face blossomed into a large grin. "Let's GO" She screams before quickly sending a sharp swing back at him. Her backhand connected with his lower jaw, causing him to stumble and stagger for a moment. His head was spinning, but he quickly recomposed himself "BITCH" He lunged at her again, with a raid of punches and explosions, the close distance made it difficult for her to dodge them all. She was able to deflect most punches the the explosions still left slight burns across her body, face, and uniform. "You hit me first" She taunted as she continued to endure his attack.

        Smoke continued to rise, blocking the view of the otter world. Kacchans friends were left speechless, and Izuku sat worried for his girlfriend "Come on Y/n" He silently cheered for her. However, they all gasped when Y/n came flying out of the smoke... her smile still prominent on her face. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she was on the offensive, launching herself at Kacchan, she sent her own raid of punches and kicks. With elegance and skill, Y/n landed hit after hit... feeling the mixture of pain and impact of each hit, Kacchan was sent staggering, groaning, and discombobulated. Never in his life had anyone ever laid a beating on him like this, and his friend where in just as much shock.... no one hurt Kacchan.... no one had been able to. The attacks stopped, only long enough for Kacchan to see the girl's fist coming directly for his face, his nose specifically... with quick thinking, he turned his head to avoid a broken nose. The pure power behind the hit sent him staggering back, she had really loaded up for that one. With a moment of peace, Y/ glanced back at Izuku to ensure he was still safe.... "Are you finished?" She was huffing, bleeding, and sweating but if he wished to continue.... she would not let him down. Kacchan struggled to gain his footing, stumbling on his way to a straight stand, wiping the blood from his lip and wincing at the pain in his eye, he continued to glare at her "I- I not finished... Not yet" He ran at her, arms loaded back with an explosion in hand. Sinking seeping into a stance... Y/n shifted her hips to load her final blow... Izuku could see from his position behind her... the dark purple, blue, and black swirls that began to collect around her hand. Izuku was in awe... watching her use her quirk for attacking was something he had never seen... and unfortunately, he wouldn't get to. Feeling a harsh tug on his hair, a hand suddenly covered his mouth, restricting any noise he could make along with his breathing. He whimpered and screamed into the hand at the sudden pain that bloomed in his scalp.

        The sound of feet kicking up dirt and dust caught Y/n's attention... His attempt to get away was enough to alert her of the danger, she only glanced back... for a moment and what she saw scared her, angered her. Izuku was there, eyes wide and filled with tears... his hands and feet clawing at the dirt in an attempt to get away.... not to mention the single streak of blood that ran down the side of his face from how hard they were pulling on him. Y/n had only meant to add a little extra punch to her attack... but watching her sweet boyfriend struggle against those boys, his friends... Kacchans friends, left her emotions to take control a little... leading to a near-fatal amount of magic being produced. "STOP THAT" She screamed, sending her punching into the gut of Kacchans approaching figure. Coughing up blood, Kacchan was sent flying back, falling to his knees and cradling his stomach. With a quick wave of her hands, the two that were holding Izuku were sent flying... she did not care where they landed... hopefully in a ditch, but with them gone she quickly approached the trembling boy. Quickly wiping the blood from her nose and lip, she gently took his face into her hands "Mi amor, I'm so sorry, are you okay?" She wasted no time using her magic to heal his wounds, they would still hurt as if they were still there but the actual wound would be gone. She sighed as she checked his head to ensure any harm was completely gone... with a sigh she gently kissed his head, holding him close. "I-I'm okay... you were absolutely amazing" He breathed, embracing her torso. He couldn't believe her... she not only beat Kacchan, but she toyed with him.... not even taking their fight seriously enough to use her quirk. He continued to gush over her, from her stance, her endurance, her pain tolerance...

        "OMG YOUR HURT" he screamed lifting his head to stare at her face... he gasped as the swirls of magic slowly healed her wounds... small burn scars were left on her cheek back near her ear, and her lip held a small scar right in the center of her bottom one. "Amazing" He whispered. Kacchan and his friends were also left awestruck, for a much different reason than Izuku but nonetheless.  "Thank you, for being my protector" He gently pecked her lips... blushing at his action but flashed her a warm smile. "F-for some reason.... my hero doesn't sound like it means enough. He whispered against her lips explaining his reasoning for his change of words. Pulling away from him slowly, she began to stand, ensuring to help Izuku on his way up as well. Wincing at the pain in his head, Izuku assured her he was okay, once both were standing and safe, Y/n looked back to where Kacchan was still sitting on the ground, his friends now by his side. His eyes held nothing but pure hatred and disgust at the couple. Izuku glanced at Kacchan and shrived at his glare, as a way to shield him Y/n grabbed his hand and began heading towards the exit of the school grounds. Making sure to pick up their bags and Flipping Kacchan the bird as they turned their backs...

        "Come on Izuku.... if we want you in the U.A with me we got some training to do" Izuku laced his fingers with hers, staring at her with awe and nodding along to her words... it took a moment for them to register but eventual as they made the turn onto the streets he gasped "YOU GOT ACCEPTED!!???" She giggles at his realization, only nodding to confirm his suspicions. "YEP and once you pass that entrance exam you will too!" As they approached the park that was only a block from their school, Y/n stopped standing in front of Izuku. "So let's work hard together so we can accomplish this dream of yours!" She held out her fist, a way the two of them made a promise... "Let's flip this world on its head! No matter what it takes! WE WILL BE HEARD" She yelled pumping her other fist into the air. Her bright smile was blinding to him.... he wanted to change the world.... he wanted to be seen, and he knew no matter what it took Y/n would ensure it happened. Meeting her fist he smiled at his lover, "What it takes" His voice held pure determination. "To be a hero...." He glanced back at the school they had just come from... hated suddenly crossed his mind... for that school, Kacchan, this society. "No" He set his other hand on her shoulder, causing her to look at him. "TO BE HEARD NO MATTER WHAT" His face was smiling once again... fueled with love and reassurance knowing that no matter what Y/n would be there for him. 'To be a Hero.... or maybe' they both thought to themselves.

Okay, this will continue!!!! UGH I LOVE THIS OC SOO MUCH (RANT TIME) Kacchan has grown on me a little but sometimes people forget just how badly he treated Izuku Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

MASTERLIST

HELLO! this is my master list for all stories, I’ll to keep it as updated as possible but please bear with me

Bnha

Izuku x femReader To be a Hero PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4

Dragon ball

Goku x Vegetas Daughter (Home wrecker) PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4

Pokemon

Ash x femReader My missing Spark

TMNT

Her Healed Heart (Raph/Leo x femReader)

Demon Slayer

A Shooting Star (Tanjiro x Reader)

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT,DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

To be a Hero..... Or maybe PT3

Pt2 PT1

This story is heavely based on one of my OC, it mentions kidnapping, suicide, bullying, sex, yander behavior and abuse. Please be warned this is little more graphic compared to my other storys. Also the time line for the story is a little different when compared to the actual MHA, the characters are all in college vs being in hight school. Please enjoy and note that i do not own any of the named character except for Paris, all credit for the characters goes to Horikoshi. (Izuku x Fem Reader)

(A mini training arc!! this will progress from the start of their senior year to the near end/entrance exam)(Mention of a minimize panic attack"

"IZUKU YOU GOTTA RUN FASTER" called to him as he stood at the other end of the beach panting. When she said she would help him train... he didn't think it would be every day. "YYY/nnn please I'm exhausted" He panted before collapsing into the wet sand, allowing the water to run over his legs and lower torso. He sat there for a while, panting and wincing from the tortures training she’s been putting him through. Y/n came rushing back, kicking up sand and splashing water in her way to meet her boyfriend. She gently moved his hair from his face, showing how red and sweaty he was. With her other hand, she placed it on his chest, feeling for any issues with his breathing or heart. "I'm so sorry Izuku... I shouldn't have pushed you so hard" She let out a soft sigh of relief as she found nothing wrong with him. With him being checked and good, she removed her hand from his face, allowing his hair to fall back into place, with a huff she took a seat next to him in the wet sand. With a squishing sound as she settled, she drug her knees up into her chest and started blankly out into the water. The sound of the waves brushing and crashing the shore did little to comfort her but they did help slightly. "Izuku... I'm sorry.... I forget that the levels between us are a little different" He lifted his head slightly, not quite understanding what she was saying, "What I mean is.... I've been training like this since I was little...” She stopped “T-there a lot I have yet to tell you Izuku… And I owe you an explanation” She sighed. Gently taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and left a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “You can tell me anything, my love... I am here to support you, and I’ll love you no matter what” He was now sitting up, hand in hand… they stared out into the vast ocean. “Okay the truth about me, my past, and my reason for coming here to Japan”

(Mini Time skip)

She allowed the tears to flow, as Izuku brought her into his chest, “Y/n I-I have no words to express how… sorry I am for you love” He placed gentel kisses on her head, holding his position for a moment longer to inhale her scented shampoo, trying to ground himself. She nuzzled closer to him as his hands ran gentle circles across her back, trying to soother her after the small break down she had just had. He still allowed his own tears to flow, unable to contain his sadness from her tale. He felt his heart shred as she shared the experiences she’s gone through just to get away from her past… and now to tell him about it all made him feel a small sense of pride? Maybe relief? Because to Izuku, this was Y/n showing just how much she loved and trusted him, to open up and allow herself to be so vulnerable. “I trust you Izuku, I want to spend my life with you… so I know this was something I would have to share” She spoke, her voice slightly broken from the sobs, but non the less held nothing but pure lover for him.  “And I want nothing more than to be here supporting and loving you Y/n” He squeezed her tighter, reassuring her that he meant every word he spoke, and had every intention to stay true to it. She let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into his chest, allowing herself to breath in his scent, feel the skin on his arms, and listen to the rhythmic breaths he was taking. She felt safe and content, as if from this position nothing could harm them, not Kacchan, Not her mother, not her past, not the future…. All that mattered was the present, the gift that the universe handed her in the form that was her lovely boyfriend. Izuku continued to rub soothing circles, allowing the world to fade into the background… he was here, training to be a hero, with the love of his life… what else could he ask for?

(larger time skip)

Months had passed since they began training, and now nearing the final stretch of their senior year, Y/n could truly see the changes that were occurring with Izuku. He was muscular, not too big but definitely toned, not to mention the amount he had grown. He was taller, pushing 6’1, and had grown in confidence. Kacchan also began to leave them alone, he was beginning to focus on his own future. Every day, they trained, and soon He was able to keep up with her on the beach runs and lift a fridge with no help... he was still the same Izuku but yet he still changed.

Panting, hunched over on the beach, Izuku stood. Y/n sat atop the fridge he had just moved with a bright smile. "Izu! you're doing so well!" She cheered, jumping down to hand him a bottle of water. Landing with a soft thump, she dusted her butt off before holding up a semi-cold water to Izuku. "Here love, you need it" With a soft thanks and gentle hands, he took the water bottle from her hold and gulped its liquids down. She could only admire how far he'd come, his hard work, his determination, his everything led him to this weekend "The entrance exam" She whispered under her breather, only shifting her stare to his arms, they were littered with small bruises and scratches from them training. "You ready for this Izuku?" with a sigh, he removed the bottle from his lips, wiping his mouth, he turned his attention to her. "as ready as my amazing girlfriend could get me" He giggled, running a hand through his crazed hair in an attempt to slick it back, even just slightly. She rolled her eyes, "I'm serious Izu.. do you feel ready? are you nervous? scared?" She was scared, she had no idea what the entrance exam was like without a recommendation. What if pure strength wasn't good enough? what if they asked for a demonstration of quirks? What if he could die? Yes of course she was worried, she knew Izuku was strong and resistant, she made sure of that... but to send him off like that, to an environment that neither she nor him was familiar with scared her... terrified her. She was spiraling without even realizing it, her anxiety, her fears, her everything was coming to the surface. "Y/n" muffled for sound... "Y/n" it kept calling her but she continued to ignore it... too lost in her own thoughts. That was until two large arms grabbed her shoulders, forcing her out of her panic mind "Y/N" With bright green eyes, Izuku stood in front of her. "Y/n babe, talk to me.... come on" He tried coaxing her out of her fiddled position. "Tell me something love, what... what color is my hair?" He was hopeful that distracting her would calm her enough.

"Green... your hair is green... and you eyes are the exact color" Her eyes still glossed but she was staring right at him. "A-and your face is red, with freckles... like a strawberry" She gently ran her hand over his cheek, feeling the heat radiating off of it and the continue in the brightening color. "My Zuku" She sighed, finally gaining some sort of grounding "I'm right here" he whispered kissing her palm and holding closer to his face. "I will be fine," He spoke as if he was in her mind, reading it but in reality he could just read her that good. "Trust me, trust yourself!" He spoke, moving slowly to take her other hand, that played with her knee "You are an amazing teacher... so please have confidence in us" He had their hands clasped together, holding her tightly... watching as her eyes became their normal Y/e/c. "There they are.. those gorgeous orbs" He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding... watching as she completely came back to this moment, away from her mind. "I trust you... and I am 100% sure you will pass this exam" She nodded, determined, ready, and confident in both his and her own ability's. "Tomorrow... You will shake the world" She said staring into his eyes... "And after this summer... WE will shake the world" With his bright smile and reassuring eyes, she knew that that statement was 1000% true. "TO BE HEARD NO MATTER WHAT" the screamed their words, ones that represent their silent promise to one and other. "Okay Zuku... lets go get you ready"...

(I AM SO SORRY!!! My classes just started nack up and let me tell you WOW they have taken a lot of my time,But I am getting in the grove again... Based on my routine I'm hoping at least one chapeter a week for this BUT PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUEST!!!) {ALso side note this story is gonna be tranfered over to its own book that way its not to much of the same here<3)

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

To be A Hero... Or maybe Pt 4

PT 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Master List

(AHH ITS THEIR FIRST DAY! This will deal with bullying fighting All Characters are over the age of 18 )

”IZUKU!!’ Y/n called to him, running at full speed, her backpack bouncing and her skirt flowing. “Y/N!” He turned, opening his arms wide as she dove right into them. He caught her with ease and giggled hugging her tightly. “Our first day!! You excited?” She giggled looking up at him, staring into his bright emerald eyes. “Any day I’m with you love makes me excited” He gently moved his hands to hold her waist, placing his fingers a little lower to ensure her skirt did not go flying up in the wind. “That kinda sounds perverted” She giggled, gently taking his chin and pulling his face down so she could set a gentle kiss to his lips. He sighed in contentment when their lips met, immediately responding to it and tugging her closer to his body. He poured every ounce of love he held for her into that kiss, he was truly grateful for her, she helped him get into U.A. the school he needed to accomplish his dream, she continued to train him over the summer and keep his growth increasing. Summer went by so fast, graduation, prom… it was all over in a flash, and now here they stood a block away from their goal, and still holding strong. As he gently pulled away, he couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, they beamed with pride, never wavering from his.  “You’ve come so far love… I’m so proud of you” She whispered, placing her hands on his chest and gently pulling away from him. He continued to stare, face slightly red and eyes dazed but a smile nonetheless. She tried to pull away to continue their walk, but his hands refused to budge... “Y/n” He whispered “I.. Whatever happens, today… we stick together” His grip tightened ever so slightly, as if he was begging for her confirmation. “Izu… No matter what, I will always stand by you” Her eyes held his, her face stern. Showing no signs of lies or hesitation, he nodded. “No Matter what”

(They walked hand and hand to class)

As they skipped through the relatively empty halls ways, they could feel their nerves building. Thankful that they were both placed into the same class, due to the great skill and grit Izuku showed during the entrance exam and maybe… a little assistance from his lovely girlfriend, nonetheless landed him a spot in class 1-A.  “That’s… a big ass door” Y/n whispered, gasping at the huge door that was the only thing blocking them from their future classmates. “Imagine being that big” Izuku whispered, lifting his hand to open it. “Feel bad for their girlfriend” Y/n couldn’t help the crude comment from escaping her lips. “Pfft” catching himself before busting out laughing completely, Izuku stared down at her. “Really?” She gave an innocent head tilt, acting as if she said nothing wrong. “What?” With a shake of his head, he slid the door open, revealing an already rather chaotic classroom. From people showing off their quirks, gossiping, and yelling about four eyes… “No” Sitting smack dap in the front row was the face she wished she’d never have to see again. “k-kacchan” Izuku whispered, his hand grasping her ever so tighter. “Of all classes… of all Universities… why ours” She ran her thumb over the top of his hand, trying to comfort him. She sighed with a huff, "It's okay love.. remember we earned our spot here... You earned you right here"

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO HERE!" Ah yes, he had noticed them already. His attention was quickly drawn away from the blue-haired boy with glasses set upon his stern face. "I can't get fucken ride of you huh? Why the hell did they let ya'll in?" He was seething with rage but tried his best to maintain a cool demeanor after his outbreak.

"Fuck off Bakugo... we're here for a reason"  Y/N growled, moving to take a step forward to square off with him but Izuku clenched her hand a little tighter. His reasoning... he wasn't sure if it was for his comfort or to keep her from killing the man. "Can't believe I'm gonna have to see your ugly face every day for another year"

With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, Bakugo smirked, "Oh please, you two won't last a week" He now sat straight in his seat, staring through Y/N... no he didn't care about her being here. He knew she was a menses it was the fact that He was here....' Damn Deku' Bakugo sat... his blood slowly boiling, but trying to maintain his mature facade. "It's fine... At least I'll get to watch you fail at every single hero task" Now he stood, kicking his chair out from under himself and walking towards her... "I'll be at the top, and from there I'll watch you crumble under your sheer inability to keep up"

"Oh please... Careful now Kacchan" She spoke the name with venom, her eyes locking with his fiery ones, hand still pressing into Izukus. "You might trip on your arrogance" She smirked as his smirk faltered... He could only take so much before his temper began to shine through. "Oh, what's wrong? not as mature as you thought?" Bakugo angered by her teasing jolted towards her as if he could make her flinch, However, a large hand pulled her back behind Izuku. He now stood at an equal height to Bakugo... Maybe even a little taller.

“That’s enough Kacchan… Please step away from her” Never before had Izuku dared to pull Y/N away… she was always the protector but now, he wanted to protect her. “I don’t appreciate you flinching at my Girlfriend in such a way… step back or I’ll make you” His voice was clean and stern, but Y/N could hear the trembling of it, he was scared. He was doing something he’d never even imagined… he was threatening Kacchan.

” ohh you trained him into a good little Bitch Y/N” Bakugo growled at Izuku…” Did you get a pair of balls now Deku? Huh? Think you’re something because you were accepted here?” He threw his arms up and shoved Izuku back, he didn’t stumble back but he did adjust his foot to keep his balance.  With the restraint that he met when he attempted to push the once small frail boy over, he was left stunned. Since when had this Deku become such a.. "You're a joke! Both you!" Bakugo was pissed, he watched as Izuku's eyes showed no hint of fear... if anything they looked... "DON'T GIVE ME A SORROWFUL LOOK" With sparks igniting within his palms he made a move to swipe at Izuku, but before he could, swirls of purple and blue gloved his body. He was stuck, body struggling against the restraints, "Damn Bitch" He growled watching as Y/N peeked out from behind Izukus's broad back.

"Hehe," She only giggled, squeezing her fist ever so slightly to tighten the restraints on his body.

"Amazing" Izuku whispered, the swirls reflecting off his eyes, he fist glanced to the rest of the class that stood stunned, watching as she performed her little show. She was effortless in doing so, the traits of a truly remarkable witch. "Impressive as always my love" Now fully turned, Izuku faced her. He trusted her to keep Bakugo restrained, unafraid of possibly being attacked from behind. He had a flushed face and his eyes shone with pride and affection. 'this girl..' He huffed embarrassed within his head. However, he only continued to get more red as she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Come on babe, let's go get our seats" She smiled, giggling to herself as he was left stunned at her affection, His smile grew brightly as he nodded his head quickly before moving to follow her. Leaving a still-restrained and angry Bakugo behind

"R-right!"

(Minnie time skip)

He took his seat next to her by the window... Watching as she interacted with her classmates. He had never seen her so talkative, but yet still so out of place. He listened as they spoke of how terrifying her quirk was from its strength... but she brushed over those comments, keeping her bright smile and friendly eyes. "you truly are remarkable" he whispered staring as she dug through her bag looking for a pen she had promised to lend Todoroki, and already made friend, 'better remember his place or I'll' Izukus eyes went wide when the thought crossed his mind...' no, no, no... Not these thoughts again!' he screamed at himself, remembering how such events led to a very bad predicament that he was lucky Y/N understood his reasoning for and it was she who cleaned up his mess. "Y/N" he whispered, laying his head in his arms... he wanted her attention but he didn't want to interrupt her.  "My Love," He said just a little louder.

With a glance down, Y/N smiled at him before waving to Todoroki who took his seat at the back of the class. "Yes?" She asked, smirking as she recognized his attention-seeking eyes.

"Just like admiring by pretty Girlfriend" He smiled, blushing at his display of affection. "I'm so proud of you, you know that?" He sighed moving his hand to hold hers. "Watching you continue to grow, every day it's like I was blessed to watch the birth of a goddess" Oh he was love-sick, he knew that and he wasn't ashamed of it. His mother always taught him that no matter what, find the one with the spark and never let it die. She allowed her own to die, no... it was extinguished the minute her husband passed, so she wanted Izuku to be able to protect his.

"You speak as if you won't be the greatest quirkless hero" She laced her fingers with his, allowing his thumb to rub against her knuckles gently. "Only because I have you, You're my inspiration, my strength, my everything" He shyly smiled as his eyes glanced down to their intertwined hands..."With you, there is nothing I can't do" With a soft tug, he brought their hands up to his face and set a gentle kiss on hers. "hmm You're so corny, and that makes me Hor,"

"Y/N!" His flushed face traveled down to his neck and up into his ears. How could such gentle words cause a reaction that was like from her? "I-I didn't mean to sound uh... I... S-sometimes I get carried away and!" He was stuttering and stumbling over his words, trying to defend himself. "I-I'll stop"

"Please don't ever stop loving me" Y/N quickly whispered, eyes locked with his. Her eyes held love and desire. But not just for his physical being, no she wanted his words to continue to spill,  his praise, his criticism, his dumb little rants he did. She wanted it all and needed him to never stop. Because to her... that was his passion, to be heard, seen, wanted! And the second he stopped talking to her in such a way, she'd know that the Izuku she knew was dead... and she'd be damned if she let that happen.

(This can be skipped but this is them being dumb at lunch together, and talking about a dumb interaction she's had with Bakugo and a little sexual)

After their teacher had come and introduced himself, (And she let Bakugo go) Y/N couldn't help the awe face she had. Eraserhead was their teacher! "OMG IZUKU HE'S EVEN FINER IN PERSON!" She squealed, practically rolling around the ground. "God... his scruffy little ughh I'd ride him"

"HEY! You have a perfectly good boyfriend to do so with right here!" He huffed, little situations and plans already running through his head on how to deal with this annoying man. "I bet I'm bigger anyway"

"hehe, Don't be jealous babe, I'd never leave you" She giggled, rolling her way over into his lap. "Plus! His eyes could never match yours, even when they're that blood-red color" She sighed staring up at him, the sun reflecting off him in the most perfect ways.

"Can we talk about anything! And I mean anything other than him" He begged, reaching over her to grab his juice box. "Like how you handled Kacchan! God that was just amazing, I spent like the entirety of English writing about it" With the juice box to his lips, he smiled down at her. "Did I ever tell you about my first ever interaction with him?" She asked, reaching up to cup his face as he slurped on his juice box. He simply shook his head, eyes egging her on, "My first day! Like a damn middle school boy he came up to me all stupid" She bit her lip, replicating Bakugos actions. This caused Izuku to spit his drink out and start cackling.

"PFtt HAHA no, no he didn't" His laughter only continued as he glanced down and saw Y/N now covered in juice. "s-sorry hehe" She used his sleeve to wipe her face clean before huffing.

"Anyways, he was like Hey, think you could take me" She put her hand under her chin, swerving her head side to side. "And I go... In a fight right?.... RIGHT," She was wheezing remembering the awkward look on his face when she didn't quite understand his intentions. "T-that's when one of his friends... HAHAHAH F-FROM THE OTHER SIDE" She held onto Izukus's bicep, using it to pull herself up. "He goes" Her face suddenly went stern, deepening her voice "Don't tell her you have a small dick" Izuku continued to laugh when it was just the two, it was always like this, airy and fun. "t-That's how I found out about his shrimp" She sighed, wiping her teared eyes, little giggles escaping now and then.

"Oh, oh my god... That's unbelievable" To hear such a side of Kacchan, his childhood friend turned bully, it was refreshing from all his typical badass tails. His eyes were shut tight as he tried to control his laughter.

"Y-yeah no, he's probably dwarfed by your size" She smirked, watching as Izuku's chest slowed as his laughter calmed. "Show him your dick, bet he'd back off" She pawed at his thigh, the one her head was resting on. Izuku shot red, from his hands to his ears.

"T-thanks love, but I think I'd rather save that aspect for your eyes only... wouldn't want him getting the wrong idea" He huffed, gently patting her thigh, just simply admiring her, as euphoria radiated off of her. "You're so beautiful" He whispered to himself, now running his hand lovingly and innocently up and down her thigh, simply basking in this peaceful moment.

(AHHH this is updated!!! I'M so glad, I hope you all enjoy !!!) I can't believe the season is over!! It makes me sad knowing Im running though my senior year WITHOUT MY HERO AND ONE PIECE!! AGHHH MY HEART

BUT ANYWAYS

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

Deku is such a slut I need him so bad.

LIKE HOW CAN THESE FREAKAZOIDS HATE ON HIM HES SO AAAAHHAHSJJJDNXK

fandoms I will write for + characters

RISING IMPACT

riser

liebel

yumiko ( wlw )

gawain ( platonic ONLY )

lancelot

MY HERO

tenya iida

izuku midorya

mina ashido ( wlw )

mei hatsume ( wlw )

shouta aizawa

ochako uraraka ( wlw )

ATTACK ON TITAN

armin arlert

eren yeager

sasha blouse ( wlw )

hange zoe

SOUL EATER

maka alburn ( wlw )

soul eater evans

frankenstein

Midoriya x Reader: Voice

Summary: Midoriya’s fight at the Sports Festival against Todoroki really scares you. You don’t know how to cope with seeing him in that type of pain, and he feels terrible for making you feel that way. Even though you thought you would be prepared for him to end up in hospital again, you couldn’t help but freak out when you get a call that he was in Hosu General Hospital.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 5k

A/n: This one went a little out of proportion, but I had fun writing it! 

The scene before you tore your worn-out heart even more. Over and over again your boyfriend continued to attempt to stop the incoming attacks of ice from your classmate. From your point of view in the stands, you could only see the ice shattering and the awkward movements of your boyfriend’s arms. You couldn’t see the constant expression of determination on his face. His arm was clearly broken, along with countless fingers.

           You dug your neatly trimmed fingernails into your palms, holding back with the fear of drawing blood. The seat barely held you as you continued to slide further forward, attempting to get a better view.

           “He’s still going,” Uraraka shook her head beside you, biting her nails. “I can’t believe it.”

           A large breath was drawn into your lungs, unable to look away from the scene, “I do.”

You had known Izuku Midoriya ever since the start of junior high. Back then, he was so much more timid, shy and unconfident. It was hard for him to be any different, being born without a quirk and suffering from bullying and no encouragement from his peers or teachers. You had been one of the only people to ignore that he didn’t have a quirk and befriended him for the person he was.

           Your quirk was very heroic, and that’s where you knew you would be in the future. Midoriya had supported you the whole time, wanting to be a hero at UA himself, despite what others thought. Even though you could never say it, you always thought he didn’t stand a chance. However, you knew better than anyone he was the most determined out of everyone you knew to become a hero, even Bakugo. You noticed him start to train, his physique changing and it intrigued you.

           When middle school ended, you had prepared yourself to say goodbye to him. The two of you had exchanged them, showing genuine sadness about departing.

           That was until you witnessed his incredibly powerful quirk during the entrance exam. You were right there next to Iida when he leapt into the air and punched the zero-point robot to protect Uraraka, even though he barely knew her. You couldn’t help but admire him for his selflessness. When he plummeted to the ground with both of his legs and one arm broken, the fear that overtook your body had you frozen. It made you unable to move or use your quirk that could have easily saved him. You left it up to Uraraka to save him, which you eternally thanked her for.

           Curiosity caused you to confront him after he was healed. The last time you checked, he didn’t have a quirk, let alone powerful enough to take down a robot of that size in one punch. He hesitated to tell you anything, but mumbled out that he was a late bloomer. He also used the excuse that his body wasn’t fit for it, hence, the broken bones. Something in the back of your mind didn’t believe him, but for the most part you supported him still, just like you always promised you would.

It was easier said than done, because right now you wanted nothing more than to march down into the arena and tell him to stop.

           All of this sickened you.

           Even though you had fun in the other parts of the Sports Festival, they were taking it too far with the one on one fights. You didn’t make it to them, but you definitely didn’t mind after watching how no one was holding back. Uraraka next to you had an incredibly rough time fighting Bakugo, which was scary enough for you as it is.

           But, with how much you cared for Midoriya, you were a hair away from a fully fledged panic attack. Your uneven breathing was enough of an indication. All you needed was to get light headed and-

           “Y/N!” The bold voice of Iida called out to you, “Are you feeling alright? You’re looking a bit pale.”

           You managed to rip your eyes away from the scene to meet your blue-haired friend. Iida towered above you and completely packed with muscle, but he was the gentlest giant you had ever met. One of his hands was pointed at you in the chopping motion he always did.

           You nodded your head weakly, letting out a shaky breath, “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I might just be a little dehydrated.”

           That was the only excuse you could think of, and thankfully, Iida bought it.

           “You should be drinking water!” He exclaimed, “I’ll be back with a cup of cold water for you.”

           “Thank you.”

           Iida quickly sped off, you immediately turning back to the fight below.

           “Are you sure you’re just dehydrated, Y/N?’’ Uraraka questioned, it you ignored her, “You could have a bit of a fever, maybe.”

           You felt bad, but you didn’t reply. You released the pressure you had of your nails pressing into your palms. Looking down at them, you found crescent shaped indents. Small trickles of blood seeped from the corners of most of them. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, wiping the fresh blood onto your pants of your sport uniform. The roughness of the fabric on the tender injuries stung, but you ignored it.

           Down below, Midoriya and Todoroki had stopped fighting. They conversed, but they were too far away for you to hear what was being said. This caused a furrow to form between your eyebrows. You stood, leaning closer to the railing. You couldn’t focus on trying to hear what they were saying, but instead kept your eyes on the purple skin of his entire right arm and left fingers. You knew that two of his fingers had already broken after his fight with Shinso.

           He certainly had broken them again.

           You had also successfully kept track of which fingers he had broken and how many times. So far, he had broken ever single one of them, almost all of them twice, and a few of them three times. Including his thumbs.

           The fact that he did this to himself just to be number one broke your heart. As impressive as it was and how much it filled you with admiration, you wanted to know if he realised how it scared others.

           It was almost selfish in a way...

           Not realising that his pain hurt other people also...

           You knew that with the adrenaline pumping through his veins that he may not even realise the amount of pain he is in. That almost scared you just as much.

           The sound of Midoriya’s familiar voice, calling out broke you out of your train of thought. He was too far away from you for you to be able to understand exactly what he said. Whatever it was, he was extremely passionate about. You pressed your lips together in anticipation, just for Todoroki’s left side to explode into raging flames. Unable to stop yourself, you ran to the railing of the stadium. Wrapping your fingers around the railing, you leaned as far as you could over the railing.

           “Y/N!” Iida called out to you, approaching you from behind.

           Once again, you ignored him.

           “Get away from the railing! I have brought your water!”

           You still didn’t look back; you wanted to call out to Midoriya. Your voice was too hoarse from its desert-like dryness.

           They advanced again and Cementos sent a wave of liquid cement between them. It was about time someone stopped them. Midoriya and Todoroki both jumped at each other, Todoroki with his breathtaking flames swirling around him and Midoriya with his broken fist drawn back. Cementos solidified the cement between them, a wall with half a dozen lawyers.

           Light blasted from Todoroki, causing you to shield your eyes. It quickly dissipated, the sound of cracking concrete echoed through the stadium. The walls exploded, sending wind in all directions. Your H/C hair blew past your face as the heat from the explosion blasted into your face.

           “What’s happening?” Uraraka exclaimed.

           The cement walls had completely shattered, and once the dust settled the winner was shown. Todoroki stood, surrounded by the smoke from his fire and his shirt half charred off.

           That wasn’t what you wanted to see.

           You only cared about Midoriya in that moment.

           As the dust settled, you leaned even further over the railing. You were expecting to hear Iida scold you, but nothing came. He was just as tense about his friend as you were. Midoriya’s slumped over form was visible for you to see. Air expelled from your lungs to see him still up, but you looked down only to see his feet over the line. You bit your lip.

           He lost.

           You knew he would.

           At least he was mostly okay, right?

           You spoke too soon. The green-haired boy flopped to the side, falling to the hard ground. He was unconscious.

           Your heart thumped in your head; you were mad. Mad that they didn’t stop the fight. Mad that he was so selfish to help Todoroki use his fire. Did he not care how you would feel having to watch him suffer like that?

           Digging your fingernails back into your palms, you watched as a robots picked his limp, broken body up onto the stretcher and march him away. The stinging of your palms was the least of your problems as he disappeared from view. Opening your hands, you saw that blood was pooling in your palms. The cold air made the deep cuts sting. You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth.

           You pivoted on your heals, immediately dashing back into the halls. Iida’s and Uraraka’s calls were long left behind as you turned the corner. You ignored the stinging of your palms as you wiped the blood on the back of your pants again. Sprinting through the halls, you circled around the stadium until you reached a door labeled “Recovery Girl”.

           Slamming the door open, you called out, “Izuku!”

           The lovely voice of Recovery Girl shushed you, placing her small hands on your forearms, “Keep your voice down. I know you’re worried, but he’ll be okay. He’s in here, dearie.”

           A prolonged sigh left you, before slowly regaining an even breathing pattern and heartbeat. Recover Girl pointed to one of the beds further into the room. She led you over to where he lay. Even though you had just calmed your racing heartbeat, it picked back up immediately after you saw the state he was in.

           Both of his arms were in casts, firmly held against his chest that was bandaged up. He leaned on a large stack of pillows, one of his legs poking out of the sheets in a cast as well. Next to him was a blond man who was extremely skinny, almost skeletal, that you could only assume to be a family member. You had only met his mum, after all.

           What broke you the most was the pained whimpers that left his mouth. Midoriya’s shining emerald eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth gritted. Now that the adrenaline was gone, all of the pain he was in was hitting him all at once.

           You stumbled to the bedside, dropping to your knees. Placing a careful, hesitant hand on his shoulder, you rubbed soothing circles into his skin.

           “Hey, Izuku,” you whispered. Midoriya pressed his lips together, the whimpers of pain dropped, and he released the tension between his eyebrows. At least your voice got through to him. “It’s me, Y/N. Can you talk to me? Open your eyes.”

           You were relieved to see his eyelids flutter open, revealing the gorgeous green irises that you had knowingly fallen in love with. They were flooded with glistening tears, cued up to spill. His bottom lip continued to quiver, making you reach up and brush his curly green hair out of his face. A drop of red blood fell from your palm onto his forehead that you quickly wiped away with your thumb.

           “Y-Y/N,” Midoriya mumbled with a stutter. The pain he was in even effected his speech.

           Your poor baby.

           “You’re gonna be okay,” you wished you could hold his hand, but they were both occupied in casts, “You really scared me.”

           Midoriya closed his eyes, sending a fat tear rolling down his cheek, “I’m- I’m sorry.”

           “Shh,” reaching out, you wiped the tear off his cheek, leaving a smudge of your blood where it was. You used your knuckle to remove the mark. “It’s okay.”

           The tall, lanky blond man cleared his throat, taking your attention from Midoriya, “Excuse me, but are you injured, young lady? You’re dropping a lot of blood on Izuku.”

           You withdrew a shaky breath, releasing your hold from Midoriya’s shoulder. A handprint in your blood stained his shoulder, causing you to look down at your hand. Your entire hand was covered in a layer of your crimson blood.

           “Uhh, I-”

           “Oh, my goodness, dearie!’’ Recovery Girl cut you off, grabbing your hands softly but with a lot of force, “What have you done to yourself? Here, come quickly! I’ll clean them then wrap them up for you.”

           The old lady dragged you away from Midoriya’s bedside and over to the other side of the room. You took a glance over your shoulder to see him watching you with concern, wincing at the same time. Recovery Girl pulled your hands underneath a faucet and turned on the cold water. As soon as the water splashed away the blood and hit the wounds, it stung. It stung so bad that you hissed through your teeth.

           “I know, it stings,” Recovery Girl sighed in sympathy, “It’ll be over soon.”

           She turned off the tap once all the blood flooded down the drain, leaving the crescent shaped cuts. A piece of paper towel was dabbed over them. This made them sting again, but not as much.

           Recovery Girl ran her soft fingertips over the four indents on each hand, “Hmm... Did you do this with your fingernails?”

           You nodded lightly.

           “Did the fight really stress you out that much?” She hummed, reaching over for the bandages. She started to wind some around one palm as you thought of how to answer.

           “Yeah...” You sighed in defeat, watching her every move with the bandage. Occasionally, you flickered your eyes across the room to where Midoriya lay. His eyes were squeezed shut, desperately trying to fight the pain away.

           Recovery Girl’s mouth quirked into a soft smile, “You’re the girlfriend, aren’t you?”

           Red tinged your cheeks at her statement, taking another small glance at your little broccoli. As much as he worried you, got into all of this trouble, and jumped in headfirst into danger, you loved him and couldn’t help but care about him. You wouldn’t have said yes when he asked you out after the USJ incident if you weren’t prepared for him somehow ending up in the middle of everything. You also wouldn’t have said yes if you weren’t expecting to have to spend sleepless nights next to his hospital bed.

           “Yeah...” was all you could say back. Recovery Girl chuckled, finishing the wrapping your palms by tucking the ends in on themselves.

           “Thank you,” you mumbled to the short old woman in front of you as she released your hands.

           “It’s no problem, dearie,” she shook her head and pet the back of your hand, “I understand you were scared for him, but just find another way to handle your stress than harming yourself.”

           As soon as you hummed in reply, you dashed back to Midoriya’s bedside. You knelt back down beside him, reaching up to sooth his pained whimpers. With a thumb skimming over the freckles dusted on his cheek, you hushed him with your eyebrows tilted.

           “Shhh, baby,” you hummed, “Just listen to my voice, okay? Ignore the pain. It’s okay... You helped Todoroki, didn’t you? Think about how you helped him. You did amazing. I’m sure All Might is proud of you, wherever he is.”

           The stranger - to you - beside the bed exhaled deeply, “He is...”

           Midoriya’s face relaxed again, from its contortion of pain. It returned to the soft features you loved so much. a wobbly smile graced his lips, sending one of your own to yours. His eyes peeled open, landing on the man on the other side of the bed. The two of them shared lingering eye contact, soft smiles exchanged between them.

           This made you question who this really was beside your boyfriend’s bed.

           Before you could speak up, Midoriya turned his head to look at you. The hand that rested on his cheek slid to caress and hold the back of his head. Your fingers were immediately engulfed into his green curly locks.

           “Y/N,” he sighed, “I’m so sorry for freaking you out. You- you didn’t need to feel that way. I don’t deserve for you to get that... that worried over me. I never wanted you to hurt yourself just because-”

           You cut him off with a quick peck to his lips. The shade of red he turned was so familiar that it made you chuckle. “Of course you deserve people worrying over you. You’re incredible, Izuku. Everyone was worried. Iida and Uraraka were pretty restless. Actually, Iida was probably one of the worst, running around trying to distract himself. He thought-”

           “I’m sorry, you two,” Recovery Girl had scuttled over back to the bedside, “but you must leave so I can prepare him for surgery.”

           The colour immediately dropped from your face and the rhythm you had of threading your fingers through his hair stopped. You could feel the rate of your heartbeat triple as it lodged itself in your throat.

           “Surgery?” Your voice wobbled as you looked back to find Midoriya’s face slowly return to one that knew intense pain. You moved your hand to run your fingertips across his cheekbone in a desperate attempt to sooth him again. “Are his breaks really that bad?”

           The panic evident in your voice didn’t help your attempt to calm Midoriya, only freaking him out more.

           “Yes, surgery,” Recovery Girl stated, “I need to remove the bone fragments before they get stuck in his lints. Now, out. The both of you! He’s had enough attention.”

           Before you had the chance to argue, she had pushed you both out of the door. The door was slammed in your faces. You expelled a deep breath from your lungs, turning to the left to find the stranger. However, he was gone. You sighed again, sinking to the ground against the wall opposite Recovery GIrl’s room. You were waiting for him, no matter how long it took. Even though you said you were prepared to stay with him whenever this happened, you really wished it never would. But, of course, it happened again.

This time, it was during your first internships. You had got an internship well away from Midoriya. He had told you he was going to be training with Gran Torino. You didn’t know who he was talking about, so, of course he gave you a massive history lesson on who this man was. He happened to be popular around the same time as Crimson Riot, making this guy really old. It was an understatement to say that you were concerned for him, but also that the internship would be a waste of time with him. However, it was too late and you trusted Midoriya’s enthusiasm about him.

           You called him everyday, until he sent his location to the entire class.

           You brushed it off as a mistake, ready to sleep in the safety of your hotel in Tokyo. In the back of your mind, you felt off. His location continued to echo in the back of your head.

           Hosu City... Hosu City?

           What was so special about Hosu City? Why did that name sound so important to you. Was there a festival you wanted to go to there?

           Whatever it was, you shook off. Letting sleep take over you, you snuggled into your covers. Your internship had been incredible, but also extremely exhausting. Being in Tokyo was a dream come true, especially as a hero-in-training. With Tokyo being the capital and with a larger population, come rates were so much higher. This gave you a lot of extra work.

You were obnoxiously woken up at 1 am by your phone ringing. Stretching, you rolled over to snatch your phone from your beside table. You squinted, the bright background of you and Izuku momentarily blinding you.

           The photo was definitely your favourite of the two of you. It was a selfie taken by you, showing off the ice cream he had bought you with a massive smile on your face. He, however, wasn’t looking at the camera and didn’t know you took the photo. His lips were delicately placed on your forehead, one of his hands brushing some hair behind your ear. It was incredibly cute, and made yourself feel incredibly luck to have him.

           Your mood quickly changed to excitement when you saw the caller ID was your one and only. You quickly answered, placing the phone to your ear.

           “Hello, Izuku,” you chimed happily.

           “I’m sorry, this isn’t Izuku,” an unfamiliar make voice sounded, slightly muffled through he phone. Your smile dropped, an expression of worry making it to your face as you sat up in bed.

           “This is Hosu General Hospital,” the man sounded very sympathetic, not helping the wave of nausea building up in your body.

           “The hospital?’’ You repeated.

           “Yes, the hospital. Izuku was been taken underneath our care after having a run in with a villain. You were the last person he had called so we called to tell you.”

           Your heart dropped, “Which villain?”

           “The Hero Killer, Stain.”

           “Oh, okay. Thank you for telling me.”

           “You’re welcome.”

           Without adding a farewell or goodbye, you hung up the phone. Guilt shot through you like a bullet. The sending of his location was absolutely no accident. He must have been in trouble.

           And you ignored it.

           Now you felt terribly guilty.

           Leaving no time to waste, you left out of bed and pulled on the closest jumper, changed your pants and slipped on some thongs. You sprinted out of the hotel, bringing your phone, wallet and apartment keys with you. Immediately ordering a cab and telling the driver to head to Hosu City’s General Hospital, you began scrolling through your countless photos of Izuku. There were some of him training, on dates with you, and some completely off guard. You caught yourself digging your fingernails into palms, stopping to look down at them.

           Scars in the shape of crescent moons sat as a reminder of what happened the last time you got too stressed.

           Instead, you began to take deep breaths.

When you arrived at the hospital, you almost forgot to pay the cab driver, you were in that much of a hurry. You sprinted into the hobby, luckily finding the reception desk available. Barreling into the desk, you ignored her greeting and spoke immediately.

           “Izuku Midoriya.”

           She told you were he was, receiving a thanks from over your shoulder as you speed walked to the elevator to where she instructed.

           You reached the room she claimed Midoriya to be in and didn’t even knock. Barging in, you found for beds neatly lined up on the walls. A large window showing the night sky on the far side of the room. Overall, it was pretty barren, except for the silhouette of your green-haired broccoli.

           He sat silently on his hospital bed, staring out the window. Frozen, he was restless. You could tell he was in shock or felt bad; he would have noticed the door opening if he was alright. The hospital gown hung loosely off his shoulders, displaying his scarred skin. Resting on the side of the bed beside him sat a crutch.

           “Izuku?” You called out hesitantly, approaching him from behind. He didn’t look at you as you rounded the bed. “It’s me, sweetheart.”

           Midoriya’s tearstained face turned to you, displaying his bloodshot eyes. Tears continued to roll down his freckled face. You bit your lips to stop yourself from letting a few tears well up too - you found crying extremely contagious. Even though you had seen him cry so many times in the past, this one killed you the most. It wasn’t hysterical like usual, it was the silent tears that left him stunned that clawed at your heart.

           “Please, don’t cry,” you knelt down in front of him, being careful not to touch his wrapped up leg, “Does it hurt that much? Do you need some pain killers?”

           Silently, you reached up and cupped his face, skimming your thumbs over the tear tracks to wipe them away. Izuku’s eyes still failed to look away from the window, let alone into your eyes. Without saying anything, he simply shook his head.

           “Then, what is it?” You sighed, your hands leaving his face to rest in his hands.

           How could you help if he couldn’t find his voice to tell you?

           An idea popped into your head. You recalled during the sports festival when he was in such intense pain, but your voice snapped him out of it. So, you placed your head on his knee - on his uninjured leg, of course. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth.

           You began singing a soft tune, a song you knew Midoriya loved having listened to it studying with him before. Your fingers danced over his scarred skin while you recited the lyrics perfectly. Midoriya’s hands turned over, taking hold of yours that now sat in his. You stared at the floor, watching his shadow move as he tilted his head down to look at you. A small sniffle could be heard from your boyfriend as you reached the instrumental part of the song, humming the melody as best as you could.

           Finishing off the song, you turned our head up to look at him. His face no longer frozen in shock, a tiny soft smile squished against his tear-streaked cheeks. The tears in his eyes were blinked away as he watched the twinkle in your eyes as you finished singing.

           “Is that better?” You matched his smile, giving his hands a soft squeeze.

           Midoriya replied, “Yeah...”

           His strong arms hauled you to your feet, urging you to take a seat next to him on the hospital bed. As soon as you sat down, his arms wrapped around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

           “I was just scared...” he whispered into your neck.

           You brought a hand up to lace into his green curls, “Of course you were. You had an encounter with Stain. Don’t feel bad for being scared about that.”

           “No...” he shook his head, bringing it off your shoulder to look into your eyes, “It’s not that. I was scared... I was scared when they told me that they called you... I remembered when - at the sports festival - you got really stressed because of me and hurt yourself. I somehow always end up in these situations and I get scared that I’m hurting you when I do...”

           Biting your lip, you grabbed his face firmly, it drifting away from looking at you directly. There was no need to lie about anything as you formulated how you would answer without making him even more upset.

           “Of course it hurts me when you get into these situations-” he furrowed his eyebrows it you ignored his worried features “-but that’s only because I love you. I care about you so much that when I got the call I immediately came here, didn’t I? No matter how tired I was, I was prepared to leave Tokyo and travel all the way here because I couldn’t stand the thought of you bedridden again. Luckily this time doesn’t seem to be the worst, but don’t think I’m not prepared to do this again for you. I mean, you’ve ended up in the infirmary or hospital five times this year - not including the entrance exam - and we haven’t even finished first semester!

           “Baby, don’t get yourself worried about me... I know it’s because you care for me but... I’m pretty sure you are the priority, right now.”

           Midoriya exhaled through his nose and nodded his head slowly, “I know, but I can’t help but think you worry about me too much and you’ll end up with anxiety or something...”

           “Now you’re just trying to argue,” you chuckled, leaning forward to place a kiss on his nose. The gesture turned his face a faint shade of red. “I don’t know how you always end up at the centre of everything, but how you handle it makes me so proud and only admire you more.”

           Your boyfriend chuckled slightly, turning a darker hue of red at the compliment. He rubbed the back of his neck, “Okay... maybe I was being a little bit of an overreacter.”

           All you could do was smile at him for a moment, basking in the soft stare of his emerald gaze. The lingering eye contact and thoughts that echoed from your conversation made you realise just how much you loved him. The fact that he made himself cry over accidentally hurting you because of something like this made your heart swell.

           The intense eye contact you two were sharing was cut short when Midoriya’s eyes squeezed shut suddenly. A tiny, squeaky yawn left his opened mouth. The sound caused your heart to swell just a little further.

           “You must be so tired,” you stated, “Do you need help getting into bed?”

           “Wait, I’m not tired!” Midoriya protested, rubbing his eyes, “See?”

           You chuckled at him, “Izuku, baby, you need sleep.”

           “But I want to tell you about the fight! And how amazing Iida and Todoroki were! Endeavor came and beat Stain and-”

           Holding out a hand to stop him, you smiled, “Slow down! You definitely don’t seem that tired...”

           After getting the approval, Midoriya gave you an intense run down of the battle against Stain from start to finish. How he stumbled across Iida trying to save a hero but ended up getting paralysed by Stain’s quirk. He explained how he sent his location out and Todoroki showed up in the nick of time. He rambled on about how he was so proud of Todoroki for using his flames and how he couldn’t wait to write more notes on both him and Iida. He also told you that both Iida and Todoroki were out having surgery and getting stitches when you got worried about them.

           His rambling went on for over half an hour, until his spark ran out and he practically passed out on you, freckled cheek squished against your shoulder. 

           Being extremely careful, you managed to lay him down on his pillow. With the upmost of care, you use your feather-like touch to swing his legs onto the bed. Tucking him in, you watched as he entered deep sleep.

           Sitting in the chair beside his bed, you slowly began to drift off to sleep also. You were so happy that your voice was able to get through to him in times like these.

BNHA boys when you cook together

Summary: How would Bakugo, Todoroki, Kaminari, Kirishima and Midoriya go when you have the house to yourself and want to use the kitchen?

A/N: This was also a little bit rushed, I’m trying to get a few things out while I write a larger fic... (Todoroki’s part made me so soft ngl) Please Enjoy!!

Bakugo:

Usually, he’d tell you to stay out of the kitchen

Maybe because he thought you would hurt yourself or if he was trying to treat you to a meal

Yells at you if you try to help, but you laugh it off

Have fun trying to tell him the whole point of your date was to cook together

After some major convincing, he lets you into his mother’s kitchen

Both of his parents were out, leaving the two of you alone

Mitsuki had purposefully made sure she was out of the house so you two could cook without her interfering

Bakugo struggles with letting you do things, not because he didn't trust you...

Yes, it was because he didn’t trust you

He takes cooking very seriously, so he certainly took charge

“Hey, do you need any help slicing the vegetables?”

“NO GO SIT DOWN”

“Katsuki, the whole point was for us to cook together!”

You sneak in and began preparing the meat behind him

He knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn’t stop you because he felt slightly guilty for ruining what was supposed to be a date

Still yells at you if it smells a bit burnt, though

Criticises every move you make, but only because he feels like he needs to yell at something

You laugh at him, though, nudging him as he scoops the vegetables into a bowl

Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you focused on transferring the meat from the pan to two plates

What you didn’t notice was how Bakugo had stopped in his tracks

His eyes were unwavering, trained on your face

The focused glisten in your eyes as you arranged the meat had him mesmerised

He thought he could get away with staring

But you turned to see him directly at you

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be finishing the vegetables?”

“Tsk, I was thinking about finishing off the other food in the kitchen”

“Katsuki!”

“I MEANT THE MEAT, IDIOT”

Todoroki:

This boy is lost in the kitchen without you

Before you started dating, the only thing he knew how to make was cold soba

The first time you were alone in your home together and you asked Todoroki if you could make something, he was clueless

He insisted that you decide and that he would do it for you

After pulling out the equipment and ingredients for a simple rice bowl, you left him alone

You had full trust in him

He was smart enough, right?

However, he stood at the bench and stared at the recipe for nearly ten minutes

His lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows were furrowed as he studied that which was in front of him

He didn’t want to have to disrupt you by asking for help

You began to get worried, not hearing any movement from the kitchen

You got up, and hurried from your room to where Todoroki stood

“Shouto?”

He jumped, putting down the bag of rice he had been glaring at

The expression on his face made you laugh

“Can’t figure out how to cook the rice, hey? What do you need help with?”

“Everything”

“Everything?”

You couldn't help but laugh at him, especially at how his left side turned slightly pink

“It’s okay, Sho. I couldn’t figure out the rice cooker my first time either”

Reassuring him that you weren’t making fun of him, you took him through the steps of making the rice bowl

He started to get the hang of it, insisting that he could cut the vegetables and prepare the little bit of beef

Of course, you stayed close by, monitoring each of his movements

Slowly, he became quick confident in his skills, proud of his meal that he presented to you

The beef was a little burnt and the chives were shredded, but it was his tiny smile of achievement that made you love the meal even more

Cooking together became a fun little date thing for the two of you

You helped familiarise him with many forms of baking and he appreciated it heaps

It paid off, because he was always so proud of his cooking that he’d save you a bit for lunch the next day

Kaminari:

Get him out of the kitchen right now

Kaminari thinks he’s good, and he knows his way around the space, I feel

But something always goes wrong

Mostly over the stove, in the oven, or the microwave, of course

Unfortunately, you couldn’t really cook either

When it came to cooking, the two of you shared one braincell that bounced between you

But that braincell would think that you didn’t need to put water in the pot with the noodles when you cook it

You were screwed

It was Kaminari’s idea to cook a simple chocolate cake packet mix, because you had the responsibility to realise you shouldn’t suggest it

When you saw that it was a packet mix, you agreed

This idiot would try to be funny and mix the dry mix together, only to inhale it and start a massive coughing fit

The eggs would definitely leave a bit of shell in the batter

You’d get ahead of yourself, forgetting to melt the butter before adding it to the mix

The two of you would try to mix the butter into the batter together

Hands over each other’s on the spoon, you slowly began to cream the butter

It took a massive amount of effort and strength, but there were still frozen butter chunks left over

“Hey, maybe I could melt it with a few sparks!”

“Denki, no”

He thinks he’s being smart and innovative but he’s just special

The milk was the only thing that went successfully, measuring the right amount and only having a tiny spillage

You poured the batter into the cake tin and set the timer and heat to what was advised on the package

To distract him from setting the oven no fire, you led him to the couch

The two of you many or many not have snuck in a cheeky makeout session

When the oven’s timer went off, you both bolted to the kitchen

Fixing yourselves up first, of course

Kaminari almost forgot to put on oven mitts and went to grab the burning hot tin with his bare hands

The cake was a little burnt and you could see some chunks of butter that still hadn’t melted, somehow

But, when Kami went to get the cake out of the tin, he stopped

“Babe, did you lube the tin up?”

“No...”

“Damn it”

Yeah, you couldn’t get the cake out of the tin

Kirishima:

Sunshine boy’s actually quite good in the kitchen

Mainly because he’s able to improvise when something goes wrong with a happy attitude

He always gets his meat perfectly cooked, you don’t know how

You’re half decent at cooking too, having done some at school

The only thing that you struggled with was meat, which was perfect when you started dating Kiri

You both cook quite regularly together, especially on study dates to take a break

Kirishima would say it was unmanly to make you cook alone, even if you wanted to

Yes, Kiri, it is manly to help a lady in the kitchen, you’d think

Honestly, you’re whole relationship is you being super proud of him

But anyways

He’s more likely to forget the smaller things

Like, you could be halfway through preparing something for the oven when you call to him without taking your eyes off the food

“Hey, is the oven preheating, handsome?”

“Uh, I’ll do that right now”

Or, you could be preparing a fruit salad, and he dumped a bunch of cut strawberries into the bowl

“Did you wash those, Eijiro?”

“Argh, damn it, I’ll do it now. Sorry, pebble”

“Don’t worry about it”

You’d laugh at how he got flustered about forgetting when it wasn’t a big deal

He’s just trying to impress you, please let him

Doesn’t let you use one of the big knives

If you have to use it, or you insist you’ll be fine, he’ll be hovering over your shoulder just to make sure you don’t get hurt

Anything in the kitchen that poses any threat to your safety he’s doing

You manage to convince him otherwise, but if you do get hurt...

That’s another topic for another day

Whatever the two of you were making would be made to perfection, maybe not Bakugo’s standard but just the way you like it

Remember, in the kitchen with Kiri, you always come first

Midoriya:

Surprisingly, you were the one who couldn’t cook in the relationship

No way Midoriya was able to cook by himself either, so he couldn’t take the reigns

Both of you love doing soft things for dates, so cooking together was something that came up in conversation a lot

He was well aware that you only knew how to boil water to make instant noodles, but he didn’t mind

Sure, he wasn’t much better than that either

So, you decided to set aside a day when his mum could teach you

He’d much rather Inko teaching him to cook than some random he paid

To him, his mum’s cooking is the best in the world

Of course you let out an ‘aw’ when he said that

When the day arrived, Inko had chosen a meal for the both of you to make with her guidance

Katsudon - Midoriya’s favourite

He was so excited that you couldn’t help but giggle

Inko knew this was supposed to be a date for the two of you, so she gave you the instructions and a few pointers

At the beginning, she watched on for a distance

Midoriya would mumble to himself about measuring the ingredients in cups instead of grams

While he’s still trying to calculate it, you had already poured it into the bowl dedicated for the sauce

He apologises for getting distracted, which you wave off

You always found his mumbling moments cute

Once she saw that you two were capable, Inko told you to call out to her when you needed help and left you two alone

Now it was finally a more of a date setting, not that you minded Inko’s presence at all

Midoriya immediately got more mumbly and blushy when you were alone

Mostly because he was kind of freaking out that something would go wrong

“Izuku, baby, the rice is done”

“Oh, of- of course... I’ll get it”

Everything was going relatively smoothly anyway, that was until you had to crumb the pork

Both of you were at a loss, so you called in Inko for help

Midoriya constantly mumbled almost the entire time when Inko wasn’t in the kitchen

This caused for you to have to hold his hand to calm him down

Baby boy thanked you so much, claiming that you were mainly the one to cook

Which was true, he constantly found himself asking for your help

You didn’t mind, finding the whole situation really cute

The katsudon might not have been the best, but he loved it

That was because his two favourite people helped him make it

Slowly, as he got more confident in the kitchen, he’d make you small things all the time

But, being a mama’s boy, there was always a bit of Inko flare

Love at First Sight or Falling Over Time?

includes: midoriya, todoroki, bakugo, shinso

a/n: this is my first post like this so apologies if it sucks

right off the bat I can tell you that when midoriya first sees you he falls. and he falls hard

you remember how he acts when he first met uraraka?

yeah like that but tenfold

face entirely red, he's stumbling over his words

he just kinda stares at you in awe

all you did was apologise for bumping into him, but you looked so graceful doing it

you had been in a rush on your way to the UA entrance exam and in your panic you didn't notice the short boy in front of you

after running into him your hair was a mess and your clothes were dishevelled

yet that didn't seem to matter as deku swore you were the most gorgeous person he'd ever seen

when 10 whole seconds had gone by without midoriya saying anything you just awkwardly continued on your way; remembering to watch where you're going this time

ever since that encounter, everytime midoriya sees you around UA he struggles to speak a full sentence to you

partly because he's embarrassed about your first meeting, but mostly because you're the most perfect person he's ever seen

I mean it should be a crime for you to look that good in the school uniform

so, whenever you guys interact his mouth goes dry and his face burns

which is often

cause you're in the same class

someone please help this lovesick boy

at the beginning of the school year todoroki didn't really pay attention to anyone

he had his own stuff going on and didn't really see the value of interacting with his fellow classmates

however, after you and midoriya help todoroki out during the sports festival he does start to take an interest in you

he obviously wouldn't understand these growing feelings he has for you, but they'd still be there

I'm positive he'd bring it up to midoriya at some point about how he views you differently than he does the rest of the dekusquad

clueless boy thinks you have some hidden quirk that fills his head with thoughts of you 24/7 and gives him butterflies when he looks your way

midoriya would have to awkwardly explain to todoroki that, no, it is not normal to imagine holding your friend's hand

or subconsciously write down their name in class

or feel warm and giddy inside when they laugh at something you said

or draw what you're future children would look like

you get the point

shoto falls hard after he starts to respect his classmates yet its gonna take a while before he understands why your smile makes his heart do backflips

please be patient with him

it'd definitely take a while for any feelings to surface - romantic or otherwise

after all you are only an extra that's in his way

bakugo treats you the same as he treats any of his other classmates in the beginning, which is shit

however, during the sports festival you do gain some of his respect

congrats

you didn't face him directly but that doesn't mean you managed to slip under his radar

bakugo may seem like a dickward who's ignorant to those around him but he takes great pride in keeping track of the competition around him

no where close to how midoriya analyses people, but he's still observant

anyway after that he appears to tolerate your presence more, but only slightly - don't push your luck

when the bakusquad is assembled you are officially part of it

a group of reckless teenagers with a death wish, endlessly mocking the classes resident scary dog?

count you in

and that's all it is for a while, friendship

all though, come second year katsuki finds himself stealing second glances at you from across the classroom

he curses himself everytime but he can't help it

at night when he's trying to sleep his mind can only think of you and how determined you are

or how you get cocky whenever your good at something

or when you gave that guy a piece of your mind when he cat-called you in public

the rest of the bakusquad were prepping to beat his ass but then came you stomping towards him with the wrath of a thousand suns in your eyes

your eyes that bakugo gets lost in when you're explaining something to him

(he plays it off as if ignoring you was a conscious decision - you don't need to know the real reason)

at first he'll be a bit upset at these new found feelings

how the hell is he supposed to be the future n. 1 hero if he can't stop thinking of you??

he'll try to suppress his feelings in a fruitless attempt of forgetting them

he won't admit it but he's scared

scared you won't feel the same

scared you'll reject him

scared your friendship will be ruined

eventually the rest of the bakusquad will help him confess as his crush on you is very obvious and they're all dying inside waiting for you two to get together

watching you two be oblivious morons took 10 years off their life spans

let's just state the obvious,,

shinso definitely has trust issues

poor boy's been misunderstood and feared by everyone his entire life

so it's a given that when he first meets you his immediate reaction isn't to begin planning your wedding

instead it's more of a brace for an insult, or teasing or the likes

cause to him all students in the hero course are stuck up

and he's maybe kinda a little jealous

but then you simply wave with this unassuming, gentle smile on your face

and god he swore his heart skipped a beat

but he refused to think anything of it - you probably just didn't know who he was

with that mindset he brushed past you without even a small smile or nod of the head

the next time he saw you was in class 1a when he finally transferred into the hero course

he'd been seated in the seat behind you and, just like before, you greeted him with a pleasant smile and small wave

when the bell rang everyone began to head to the cafeteria in their friend groups

some students could care less about the new student replacing mineta while others were cautious of the mind controller

except for you

you walked over to his desk and started introducing yourself

the truth is you had watched shinso and his fight against midoriya in the sports festival and had been intrigued by his quirk since

shinso was still skeptical as he listened to you invite him to eat lunch with your friends

surely this was some kinda trick

an elaborate scheme to get him to drop his guard

but as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months you continued to shower hitoshi in unrelenting kindness

never before had shinso been so excited to wake up in the morning, let alone go to school

and shinso wasn't clueless

he knew that being in the hero course wasn't the cause of the pep in his step

or the reason he was taking more of an interest in his appearance

and being close with aizawa didn't help

his teacher immediately notices the blush on his face when you looked his way

or the longing look he gave you when he watched you train

yes, shinso had definitely fallen for you,, not that he'd ever tell you

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izuku midoriya

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