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You CANNOT tell me that Bakugo and Deku aren’t those crazy motherfuckers who’d straight up BITE their opponents in a battle as any other fighting resource (such as a kick, etc)

Those bitches bewiiiilld

It’s been like. A thousand years since my last dadmight art. I am SO rusty but I wanted to get this out

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pairing:midoriya izuku x f!reader

synopsis: y/n, with a new spider-based quirk recently given to her, is determined to free a little girl she saw on the street. eri. after eri is rescued, y/n meets her again, in the safety of their new home of ua, alongside her rescuers. one of which helps reignites y/n’s dwindling dream, and reminds her of why she wanted to be a hero.

content: implied abuse, injuries, spider-man quirk, best senpai mirio, lovesick izuku

word count: 3.6k

a/n:thanks to the anon who sent in the request that inspired this!! I deviated from it a bit, hope that’s okay!! This is like the 4th spider-man related thing i’ve written, but i love the concept so idc >:)

The first time she sees her is on her second day of UA, on her way back home from school. She was just about to make it onto the street before a man grabbed her and snatched her back into the shadows, almost too quick for Y/N to see anything. Almost. She’d still seen the frantic look in the little girl’s eyes, the bandages wrapped around her arms.

On instinct Y/N follows after them, sprinting across the street to the alley, sure she didn’t imagine it. The little girl had white hair. Impossible to miss, even from a dark alley.

But when she makes it into the alley they’ve vanished. There’s doors leading to who knows where on either side of the alley’s walls, and Y/N desperately yanks at them, wishing the radioactive spider had given her lockpicking skills, too. None of them budge. Y/N calls the police, waiting impatiently for them to arrive. There isn’t a lot of foot traffic along near the alley—at least, not when she saw the little girl. She might be the only witness, and the police might not believe her.

She still stayed and gave her statement, describing the little girl with as much detail as possible. The police took down everything she said, and Y/N hoped they’d look into it. There wasn’t anything she could do. Her body hadn’t automatically reacted with her quirk, because she’d only received her spider abilities a month ago, and they were not second nature to her yet. If she’d swung across the alley with her webs, or at least grabbed the arm of the man with them, would she have been able to do something?

The next few weeks are a blur. UA was notorious for being a hero school, but the general studies course was jam packed with college preparatory courses. Y/N wasn’t able to apply for the hero course since her quirk arrived… late, so she stuck with general studies. After school, she’d walk the same route where she’d seen the little girl every day, sometimes circling back to walk a different route with more alleys. Y/N couldn’t swing from place to place like she wanted to, since a hero on patrol might scold her for it, or she’d get in the way of a mission in place, so she stuck to walking. She’d checked in with the police about the report she’d made, but they told her they hadn’t found anything. So it was up to her to find the little girl again, and save her from whatever was happening to her.

Y/N started training with her quirk at home, avoiding her parents by practicing on the roof or in the safety of her locked room, getting the hang of the sticky touch and the web shooting. The reflexes were a great added bonus—she dominated in PE class. But she needed to train herself to react instinctively with her quirk, especially if she wanted to follow through on her dream of becoming a hero. She didn’t want to fall behind, even though the odds were literally stacked against her.

The little girl found her the next week.

Y/N was walking along a route behind the alley where she’d first seen her when she felt someone bump into her, lightly enough where Y/N may have mistaken it for the wind. But she glanced down and there she was, big red eyes staring right back at her, as surprised as she was.

There’s no one else on the street—it’s mainly filled with warehouses to begin with, and people are still at work. It’s just Y/N and the little girl.

“Hi,” Y/N dropped to her knees quickly, eye level with the little girl. “I’m Y/N, I’m here to help you. What’s your name?”

She was trembling, and an arm’s length away from Y/N. Her bandages looked new, as though they had just been replaced.

Before she could reply, Y/N sees a shadow approaching from the alley, and she scoops the little girl up, ready to sling away with her webs. She turns to latch onto a building across the street and is met with a man standing in front of her, smiling cruelly down at both of them. “There you are, Eri.”

The man reaches up with lightning speed, before Y/N can even react, and touches his fingers to her temples. She vaguely felt the man take Eri from her before she blacked out, feeling her energy drain out of her as her vision faded to darkness.

She woke up to someone lightly shaking her shoulder. Y/N sat up with a gasp, wildly looking around her. “Where is she? Did he take her?”

The workday seems to be over, because the street looks busier than before. The lady who woke her up helps her to her feet, asking if she needs to go to a hospital. Y/N thanked her before stumbling away, still feeling a bit light headed. She knew there was a police station around here somewhere. The woman who helped her insisted on going with her, and Y/N let her help her walk the few blocks there.

The police took both of their statements, and Y/N goes home long after the sun has set, exhausted and fearing the wrath of her worried parents.

Y/N had plans to go back to the police station at least once a week to bother them into taking her seriously, but then the Heights Alliance dorms were built, and she found herself moving into the dorms.

When they were allowed to return home on breaks or odd weekends, Y/N was sure to take the same routes as before, searching every alley for Eri. A few times she thinks she’s seen her, and she calls out to her, slinging across streets to the alley, only to find it empty. Y/N was starting to think she imagined it, but every time it happened, she finds bandages on the alley’s floor. Eri’s had come looking for her, but either was too scared to ask for help or was dragged back to wherever they kept her.

The police tell Y/N to stop calling, assuring her they are on the case. And she believes them, because this is the first time they’ve told her that. She’s practically on a first name basis with the receptionist at the station, who was always very blunt on where they were in the investigation. The next time Y/N calls, she’s told Eri is safe, but they aren’t allowed to say anything more.

Y/N is pretty sure she scares her dorm neighbor with her loud cheers.

“Hey, Midoriya!”

Izuku screamed, almost dropping his notebooks. He was on his way to his dorm, and hadn’t even noticed Mirio. Even without his quirk he was surprisingly sneaky.

“Yes?” Izuku squeaked, still a bit startled.

“Eri-chan’s been asking for someone lately, and no one knows who it is.” Mirio falls into step beside him as Izuku leads him to a nearby bench where they can sit.

It’d been a while since Izuku saw Eri. She was getting acclimated to her new life living on campus, and was doing better than ever.

“Really? What’s their name?” Izuku adjusts his notebooks to set them on his lap. Mirio leans back into the bench, looking thoughtful.

“Y/N, Eri-chan says. She keeps asking for her. Aizawa can’t get much else out of her, I think she’s still a little shaky, especially when it comes to her memories.” Izuku nods.

“So, how’re your classes going?” They fall into an easy conversation after that, until eventually Mirio heads back to his own dorm for the night. Izuku gets his homework done for the day, the name Y/N in the back of his mind for the rest of the night.

A few weeks later, Izuku found himself wandering around the school during lunch. He was in the mood for a walk, but his allergies had been acting up lately, so he was stuck inside as much as possible. He didn’t even really know where he was—he’d never been in this part of the school before. After some vague snooping into classrooms he figured out it was the general studies branch of the school. He brightened, thinking maybe he’d see Shinso around somewhere.

“Y/N!” he heard someone call from down the hallway. He whirled around, almost activating his quirk in his haste. Someone was at the end of the hall, looking at someone else out of sight. “Wait up!”

Izuku bolted down the hallway, but when he rounded the corner there was no one else there. He kept searching nearby classrooms in vain, sure this couldn’t be a coincidence.

Aizawa had told him and Mirio not even a few days ago that Eri had finally shared who Y/N was, and why she wanted to find her. She’d been the first person to try and save her, but they’d both been caught every time. Eri wanted to thank her for all of her attempts. She’d even made her a card already, with a picture of the two of them. Aizawa had shown it to them, and although it was the drawing of a little kid, the UA uniform was unmistakable. Aizawa said he’d search for a Y/N in the school records that weekend. It was Friday today, which meant he hadn’t yet.

“Midoriya?”

Izuku whirled around, mid inspection of an empty classroom.

“Shinso-kun!”

He quickly explained he was searching for someone named Y/N, and if there was anyone with that name in the general studies program.

“Oh, Y/N. I was about to go borrow their notes. I can take you to them.”

But the bell rings just as Izuku begins to practically glow in thanks. He thanks Shinso for his help, telling him he’ll meet Y/N soon, and hurries back to class, suddenly desperate for the end of the day so he can find Aizawa and ask him about the Y/N search.

But Mirio found him first, right after classes are over for the week.

“Aizawa says he might’ve found Y/N! I’ll come get you tomorrow, he’s taking Eri to meet her in the staff room. She’s taken a liking to it, she’ll feel safe there.”

Izuku could barely sleep that night. He was so excited—both for Y/N, who’d feel so relieved at knowing Eri was safe, and for Eri, who was going to be able to thank Y/N. He finally fell asleep at around two in the morning, but not before going through at least five of his hero journals before he got sleepy.

Mirio kept his promise and showed up at the dorms just after breakfast, and Izuku hurried to clean off his dishes before leaving with him.

It felt odd to be on campus on a weekend, but every door Mirio opened for them was unlocked, probably thanks to Aizawa. Izuku unconsciously sped up, scared he’ll have missed the reunion. He’d become invested in this, determined to see Eri smile more as she learns how to be happy and interact more with others.

He found Eri sitting on the couch, looking nervous and staring intently down at the note in her lap. Izuku took the seat beside her after greeting her and Aizawa, starting a small conversation with her while Mirio and Aizawa conversed quietly before Mirio hurried out the door, probably to fetch Y/N. Aizawa sat himself down at the table and sipped his coffee quietly while Izuku talked with Eri. She relaxed after a few minutes, opening her note and sharing her drawing once more, her eyes shining with excitement.

“I’m back, and I’ve brought a friend!” Izuku whipped around at the same time Eri did.

Behind a grinning Mirio was a girl, who tentatively peeked around him, her eyes searching the room before landing briefly on Izuku, and then on Eri beside him.

He heard her sharp intake of breath and watched, transfixed for some reason, as she walked forward slowly toward Eri, who had got up from the couch and was walking toward Y/N slowly.

“For you,” Eri said, thrusting the note out in front of her. “To thank you.”

Y/N took it gently, as though scared Eri would suddenly bolt. She unfolded it and read it quietly, a smile growing on her face and tears starting to slide down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you sooner,” she said, barely loud enough for Izuku to hear from his seat on the couch. Eri offered her a tissue from her pocket, and Y/N took it with a quiet thanks, wiping away her tears as Aizawa started to explain how Eri had ended up at UA.

Eri led Y/N over to where Izuku sat on the couch and she sat down in between them, beaming at them both as Aizawa talked. Y/N glanced at Izuku when he was mentioned in the story, smiling, which he brightly mirrored back to her.

“I’m glad someone was looking out for her,” Y/N said, looking at Izuku with shining eyes he found very hard to meet the gaze of without blushing. He could practically feel Mirio’s knowing smile from across the room where he sat at the long table with Aizawa, talking again now that the long story was over. Eri was busy showing Y/N her outfit and matching bows, and Y/N was complimenting them. Izuku wandered over to his teacher and upperclassmen.

“I’ll take Eri back soon,” Aizawa murmured. “Mirio, walk these two back to the dorms for me.”

“I can walk Y/N back,” Izuku blurted, almost surprising himself. Mirio’s smile returned, and Izuku rushed to finish. “That way Mirio-senpai can head back with Eri-chan, I know he was supposed to spend the day playing with her.”

“Fine by me,” Aizawa sighed, moving to wash his empty coffee mug in the sink. “Straight back to your dorm, Midoriya.”

“Yes, sir,” Izuku replied quickly, knowing the meaning behind the tone and knowing glare Aizawa sent him. No more spontaneous meetings with villains on campus alone.

After a tearful goodbye with promises to visit often, Izuku and Y/N parted ways from Eri and co, walking the opposite way towards the dorms. He was bursting with questions. Eri had only mentioned Y/N had tried to save her multiple times, but often Eri had only caught a glimpse from her across the street before she was taken back inside. What was Y/N’s quirk like? How had she found Eri the first time? Had she had to fight against Chisaki’s men? Why had she filed two police reports, as she’d briefly mentioned—

“This is my stop.”

Izuku stopped in front of the dorm building, where a giant 1-C Alliance sign adorned the entrance above. Y/N smiled at him, moving to enter her dorm building. “Thanks for walking me. Shinso had mentioned you were looking for me, but we both had no idea why. I would’ve never imagined Eri was involved.”

Izuku could only nod, his voice caught in his throat. He hated the way he froze up around attractive people. He resisted the urge to sprint away from Y/N in the hopes of hiding his blush but fought against the instinct. “I heard someone call your name during lunch, and I remembered how Eri-chan had been asking for a Y/N. It’s very nice finally meeting you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Y/N had stopped moving towards the dorm entrance, turning to face Izuku again. “I watched you at the sports festival. Has… Has your quirk always been like that?” Izuku didn’t miss the hesitation in her voice, or the way she subconsciously moved to rub at her wrists, which were wrapped in bandages.

“It’s much better now, I’ve been getting the hang of it!” Izuku reassured her brightly. “It just took some getting used to.”

“I can understand that,” Y/N replied, laughing quietly. “Mine is a bit like that, lately. I think I’ve just been over exerting myself.”

“Ah, your wrists?” Izuku asked, pointing at her hands. “I can offer you pointers! If you’d like, that is. I’m not sure how helpful I’d be, but I love learning about different quirks, and I know about a lot, so I think I’d know something to help you out somehow!” He quickly shut himself up, realizing in horror he’d been rambling.

But Y/N is looking at him with that same look in their eye as before, after hearing how he’d been involved in Eri’s rescue. “Would you? I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re not a bother!” Izuku hurriedly said. “Does tomorrow work for you, in the afternoon? I know a spot behind the 1-A dorms that’s perfect for sparring and quirk usage.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said. “Seriously, Midoriya. Thanks.”

“No problem! I’ll come get you after lunch tomorrow!” He waved goodbye, waiting for Y/N to walk inside before jogging back to the 1-A dorms, feeling beyond giddy with himself.

Y/N’s quirk, Izuku quickly decides, is beyond cool. He’s already filled almost two pages with information about it, complete with a sketch of Y/N mid-swing with her webs.

Her main issue is her wrists, she tells him. At first she was fine, but after using her quirk more often, she’s started to feel the strain, and sometimes her skin would crack and bleed. Similar to Sero and his quirk repercussions, Izuku thought to himself.

Izuku does his best to help her, telling her all he can on how to treat her injuries after over exertion, something he is very knowledgeable in, and after seeing her in action for a while, he copies her moves (minus the webs). It’s similar to how he’s adjusted to flying through the air, but Y/N has the added momentum thanks to her webs, and thus uses more of her strength to change directions or stop.

Together, lying on the grass, they write out a workout routine for her while consulting online resources. Shoulder to shoulder on the grass, Izuku forgets about his nerves as he scribbles in his notebook, talking ambiably with an equally enthusiastic Y/N.

After they work out the plan, Y/N offered to show him her “spidey-senses.” Izuku is excited to see them in action and before he knows it they’re sparring. Y/N’s reactions are instantaneous, moving right as Izuku swings to tap her. He only landed a tap once, when she’s laughing at the determined set of his eyebrows and too distracted to doge properly.

They both tire themselves out and lay back down on the grass, panting.

“Hey, Midoriya.”

“Hm?” Izuku hums from his place beside her, still catching his breath.

“I wanted to be a hero. That’s why I applied to UA. But I wasn’t ready for the hero course, so I went with general studies.” Izuku turned his head to look at her. She was staring up at the sky, twiddling her fingers resting on her stomach. “But after meeting Eri, and you, I think I’m going to work for it. With all I’ve got. I’d be happy just working as a nobody in a hero agency if it means I get to help people.”

Izuku resisted the urge to start crying. “I believe in you, Y/N. And so does Eri-chan.”

He yelped when he felt her slap his arm gently. He turned to see her covering her face with her hands.

“Gonna make me cry again,” she mumbled from beneath her hands. Izuku laughed, rolling away from her when she reached out to smack him again.

Their training sessions become a weekly tradition. Every weekend they meet behind the 1-A dorms and stay there for an hour. Mainly they spar together, making a game out of how many times they manage to touch each other. After they get tired they lay in the grass, pointing clouds out to one another and talking about their weeks. Y/N’s been sticking to the workout routine Izuku helped her make, and she tells him it’s been a great help. He notices the difference in her moves, how she doesn’t hesitate as much anymore, trusts herself to listen to her instincts.

After a particularly tiring session, wherein Izuku won, Y/N plopped herself onto the ground, laughing to herself. Izuku sat beside her, stealing glances at her since her eyes were closed and there was no one around to tease him about it. She looked so at peace whenever they finished training, despite the sweat sticking to her forehead and the heavy breaths that escaped her lips.

“Hey, Midoriya.”

“Yeah?” He hurried to glance elsewhere, up at the clouds.

“I’ve never told anyone this,” she paused before continuing, “but I was born quirkless.”

He almost gave himself whiplash as he turned to face her. Her eyes were still closed, but he knows she could still feel his movements despite her sense of vision being obstructed.

“I got my quirk a month before school started, after a spider bit me. It was so scary to figure out alone. You’ve helped me alot.” She smiled at that, reaching over to pat his hand lightly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, almost automatically. His brain was still processing what she’d said.

“You’re like me, aren’t you?” He froze, his body going rigid in shock.

“It’s okay if you can’t tell me,” Y/N said, eyes still closed. “It’s just nice to know I’m not alone.”

Izuku didn’t trust himself to say anything. He reached out to take her hand, intertwining their fingers. Y/N’s smile returned, and she squeezed his hand lightly.

“I’m glad I found you,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his gaze.

“I’m glad I found you,” he echoed, moving to lay down beside her to look up at the clouds. He was careful not to let go of her hand.


“Although, I did find you first.”

“Oh, so it’s a competition, is it?”


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Shouldn’t You Be With Them?

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Getting upset with the partner after basically being ignored and/or forgotten.

Featuring: Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku, & Shinso Hitoshi

Warnings: Arguments, accusations, feelings against partners, angsty

Iida, Aizawa, Tamaki, Hawks, Dabi, & Shigaraki coming soon.

Bakugo: You know your boyfriend is not used to the ways of relationship but he is not clueless either. He just never really had a reason to think about it Until now.

I was sitting on a couch in the common room holding a pillow in my lap. I had been sitting here for a few hours actually waiting for my MIA Boyfriend. He wasn’t really MIA but he might as well have been. I groaned out loud, throwing my head back.

“What’s up, L/N?” I jumped slightly before turning to see Shoji.

“Oh, just waiting in vain.”

“Again?” He leant against the arm of the couch. I nodded. “Have you tried to talk to him?”

“Never get the moment because I only see him in class or in passing. He’s never there long enough for me to say anything more than hi.” I vented. “Sorry Shoji.”

“It’s alright.” He shrugged. “You have a reason to be upset.”

Yeah.“ I bit my lip and looked at the clock. "Well, it’s getting late. I’m going to head to bed. Night.”

“Goodnight.” I got up and set the pillow aside. I walked to the elevator and went to bed. I went to sleep annoyed.

The next morning I got up and got ready for class, deciding to skip breakfast. I walked out of the elevator while putting in my earphones. I walked through the lobby to go out the door.

“Hey babe!” I heard Bakugo call out to me. “I got some breakfast for you. Come on and eat!” I acted like I didn’t hear him and continued to put on my shoes. “Baby?”

“Aw, Bakugo acting cute.” I heard Kami tease Bakugo.

“Shut up Spark Plug!” He snapped and while he was distracted I darted out the door.

All day I could feel Bakugo giving me strange looks. I would meet his eyes and smile like nothing was wrong and go back to what I was doing. I sat with him like normal at lunch and when he asked why I didn’t respond this morning, I told him I had earphones in.

“Thanks L/N for the help on the homework. I owe you one.” Midoriya said as he packed up his Stuff.

“It’s no problem, Midoriya. Glad to help.” I smiled and finished up what I was writing. He left and I relaxed back into the couch. I felt someone sit down next to me. When they put they’re com cround me, I knew instantly who it was.

“Hey blasty.”

“Ugh. I curse whoever came up with that nickname.” I giggled softly before looking at him. I went to say something but Kiri walked over and they started up a conversation. I heard them talk about a hiking trip and started to get annoyed. I huffed silently and tuned them out. “Babe?”

“Hmm?” I turned back. He had his eyes narrowed at me. I was expecting him to tell me he had to go. I waited and looked at him expectantly.

“What?” He asked in response.

“Oh, nothing.” I said before turning away. I Scooted forward and reached down for my bag to put my school stuff away. I felt him grab my arm gently and pull me back.

“It’s something. You’ve been acting Weird all day.” He says before cupping my cheek. “What’s up?”

“Oh it’s just…” I pause asking myself if I really was going to do this now. “Shouldn’t you be with Kiri? I mean you shouldn’t just drop any PLANS you have with him to spend time with me. It’s not like I’m that important.” I got up and walked away. I heard him stuttering to find words behind me but I was already up the stairs before he could find any.

Kirishima: I walked around, searching for my red headed boyfriend. We haven’t got to spend a lot of time together lately. He had been doing some extra training and had some time with the Bakusquad. I don’t mind but sometimes I wonder if he prefers to not spend time with me.

“Hey Bakugo, have you seen Kiri?” I came up behind the blonde on the couch. He leant his head back and looked at me upside down.

“I think he’s with Spark plug & raccoon eyes.” He said while eying me.

“Oh…” I felt a slight disappointment. The feeling must have shown on my face because he moved and gave me his full attention.

“I only think. They were together earlier.” I sighed, appreciating his try even though he probably doesn’t care.

“They’re always together.” I mumbled before turning away. I felt him grab my hand before letting go.

I walked out to get some air. I heard footsteps following me. I knew it was Bakugo and we walked together. After a minute we heard familiar voices.

“Hey Bakubro, Hey babe!” Kiri called. I looked cuel smiced. “What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing just getting some air.” I felt a small nudge on my back. I looked at Bakugo and he motioned to the red head. “Was also looking for you to see what you were up too.”

“Oh, Kami, Mina, and I were going to the movies.” A shout from Kami got his attention. I felt the insecure feeling rise in my chest. He really didn’t care to spend time with me anymore. “Gotta go.”

“Shitty hair!” Bakugo yelled but I was already walking away wiping tears away. “L/N!”

I was sitting in a window just staring out when they came back. They were all raving about the movie. Bakugo hadn’t left you alone in the room. I heard him and Kiri talk before footsteps came up to me. I looked and saw Kiri.

“Hey there.” He smiled. I just turned back to the window without a word. “What’s wrong? You’re acting weird.”

“It’s nothing, Kiri.” I waved off. He grabbed my hand.

“Don’t give me that.” He pushed softly. I looked at him. I was about to give into his puppy eyes when I heard Mina call for him. He looked at her and Bakugo snapped at her.

“Shouldn’t you be with them?” His eyes were back on me in a second.

“What?”

“Mina & Kaminari. Shouldn’t you be hanging with them? I mean, they’re more fun then I am so don’t waste your time on me.” I said and got up. I pulled my hand from his grip with some needed force. I walked silently through to and up the stairs, last thing I heard being Bakugo yelling.

Kaminari: I watched as Denki bounced around trying to figure out how to get into Shinso’s good Graces. Ever since the training exercise when he first joined our class, Denk’s has been bound determined to his friend. The purple haired boy was ‘being difficult’ to quote Denki.

“I just can’t figure it out. I’m an amazing guy with a wonderful personality. How could he not want to be friends with me?” I looked over my Switch at him. I pushed down the annoyance. Shinso is all he could talk about anymore.

“You are kind of a pervert sometimes. And hyperactive.” I said with a cheeky smile. He glared at me for a solid minute.

“Well you’re not wrong but I wouldn’t be perverted to him. Even though he is hot.” I shrugged and nodded. He sat down next to me. “Plus you love me this way.”

“Do I?” I teased. He shoved me before going into another brainstorming session. I was about to snuggle up to him when he jumped up.

“Got it!” He yelled and ran from the room without even saying goodbye.

“De-Denki!” I yelled after him. “Hey I thought it was game night…” He was already long gone. I groaned in irritation. I got up and walked down to the common room. Midoriya, Roki, Mineta, and Sero were there. “Have any of you seen my electric ferret tumble through here?”

“Electric ferret?” Todoroki looked at me weird. Sero burst out laughing. Todoroki looked at him confused.

“Kaminari just ran out saying he’s cracked Shinso.” Sero said. My jaw dropped before clamping shut in growing irritation. I saw Sero cringe a little. “Drop a date again?”

“More like ran out on one. Thanks guys.”

“I can keep you company.” I turned to see Mineta before shoving him. I walked to the elevator. As I got in I heard Todoroki.

“Why did they call him an electric ferret though?” I heard them laughing.

“It was a joke, Roki. A nickname of Sorts. Because of his quirk & hyperactivity …”

The next few days could almost prove Denki didn’t exist in my world. My texts were ignored. I could never catch him in person. He was nowhere to be seen at lunch. It would have been as if he never existed if I hadn’t seen him in class. That is until I heard a familiar knock on the door.

“Yes?” I ripped my door open. I was beyond pissed off.

“Heya!” He went to come in but I put my arm across the opening. He looked at me confused. “What’s up, baby?”

“You remembered I exist.” I stated with venom laced in my voice. His eyes widened in shock.

“How could I forget? Baby, what’s got you so uptight?” He flinched at his choice of words immediately after they left his lips. I shook my head, holding my tongue.

“Shouldn’t you be with Shinso? You haven’t been anywhere else as of late.” I snapped before slamming the door in his face.

Todoroki: I watched as Midoriya showed something to Roki. He seemed to be very entranced by whatever it was. I sighed looking back at the paper in my hand. It was tickets to the movie he had been waiting to see.

“Hey, love?” I walked over. He looked up at me and gave me a smile. I waved at Midoriya who returned before going back to his book excitedly.

“What is it, darling?”

“Are you busy this afternoon?” I asked hopefully. He nodded.

“Yeah, Midoriya & I are going to Watch and analyze some training video’s. Try and figure out if We can learn some new Moves.” He said simply.

“Oh, okay.” I hid my disappointment. “So that will be the rest of your afternoon?”

“Yep.” He nodded before looking at his phone. I sighed before looking at Midoriya. He had a sorry look on his face that I just waved off. I kissed Shoto’s cheek. “Alright, have fun and be Safe.”

It has been like this for a while now. I would ask if he wanted to hang out but he would already have plans with Midoriya to study, train, or something else. At first, I was fine with it. I mean he was new to the friends thing and was making up for lost time. Also, he wasn’t used to the concept of a relationship either. Now, I was getting more and more upset. Enough to overshadow the understanding.

“See ya, L/N!” Kiri called as he walked past.

“See ya! Have fun at your moms!” I waved as he went out the door. I went back to my room to grab my bags. As I zipped it up there was a knock on the door.

“Hey love, I was thinking, Oh… Are you going somewhere for the weekend?” I turned and saw Todoroki standing there.

“Yeah. My sister and I are going to a hot spring spa for the weekend.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize you had plans. I was hoping to spend the weekend with you.” He said sadly. I couldn’t hold back tere eye roll and mutter.

“Like you’ve been there to know if I had plans or not.”

“What?” He asked. I sighed heavily before throwing the bag on my shoulder.

“Look, I’m sorry to disappoint you. We’ll have to make up for it another time. But shouldn’t you…” I paused before Snapping at him, completely over it. “Shouldn’t you be with Midoriya? I’m sure there is something you two can do together. I mean you’ve been able to do that for the last month anyway.”

“L/N? I…” Todoroki looked so confused and conflicted, pulling at my heart.

“I’m sorry, Roki. I just … I’ll see you later.”

Midoriya: I was bouncing in place outside the gallery. I looked at everyone who walked past or went in, trying to see the familiar green Curls. I looked down at my phone to see it was close to the start time.

“Where are you?” I said under my breath. After a few more minutes, I decided to text him.

What are you up to? I gently probed through the text. It was only a few seconds before he replied.

Doing some extra training with All Might. You caught me taking a break. I stared at the phone in shock and disbelief. I closed my phone for a moment to compose myself.

I knew he was determined to harness One for All and I was happy he trusted me with this secret but come on. He had promised to be here. I felt tears of anger trying and forced their way out.

Why? What’s up? Another text came through. I was about to snap when my dad came out.

“It’s starting.” I nodded and saw him look around confused. “Where’s Midoriya?”

“Not coming.” I walked past while typing out my last text. Just curious. Thought you had plans.

I was interrupted the next morning by furious knocking on my door. I gave an annoyed sigh and got up to open my dorm door. There stood Midoriya and by the look on his face, he knew.

“Really?!” I snapped before he could say anything. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, not finding anything to say. “You knew how important…you promised…”

“L/N…I just forgot and… I, I, I.” He looked down at the ground. I looked down and saw him fingering at one of the scars on his hands.

“Look…” He looked up at me. “Shouldn’t you be with All Might? You’re not going to become the world’s greatest hero by spending time with me.” I said solemnly.

“L/N…” He reached out but I closed the door.

Shinso: Ever since Shinso finally moved into the class A dorms, he has Spent every moment he could with me. Enough that it made some of the others gag by how 'Love Sick’ we were. Every now and again though, someone would be able to Pull him away. Mainly Deku or Denki.

“Hmm.” Shinso hummed happily as he snuggled into my chest. I was running fingers through his hair as I read over some study guides on the couch in the common room.

“Hey! Toshi!” I yelped as he nipped at some bare skin. He giggled as I wacked his shoulder. “You little Shit.”

“You love me.” He got comfortable again as I shook my head. It was quiet for a few minutes until a screech of Shinso’s name. We both jumped as a certain blonde came running.

“Shinso!” He tried to slow down but ran into the back of the couch, falling over and landing on top of us.

“Kaminari!” We both yelled.

“Sorry!” He scrambled Up with help from Toshi. He sat up and glared.

“Yes?”

“I need you to come with me.”

“Right now?” Kami nodded enthusiastically. Toshi groaned and looked at me. I giggled at the look in his eyes. “I’m not going to get out of this?” Kami shook his head and grabbed him.

“See you later!” I waved to him as Kami dragged him off.

I had moved to my room some time later and was watching some random movies. It was getting close to 8pm when my door opened. In trudged Toshi, looking more tired than usual. He plopped down next to me and wrapped himself around my waist.

“Well hello there.” I laughed, running my hand over his back. He mumbled something into my side. “Shouldn’t you be with Kaminari?” I jested.

“Dear god, no!” He sat up. “He just wanted my opinion on this person he likes.”

“And that took nearly four, no, five hours?”

“He also wanted some advice on what to do. But no it didn’t. Midoriya caught me after and he wanted to train a bit.” I nodded. I leant down and kissed his head.

“So, shouldn’t you be with Deku?” He glared. He ripped the pillow from under my head and walloped me. “Toshi! Sorry, sorry!” He threw the pillow away and laid down.

“You know I’d rather be with you.” He nosed my temple as he pulled me into his chest.

“I know and I don’t mind one bit.”

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tagged by my wonderful gf @nothingwrongwiththerain<3 tbh i should be posting this on my writing blog but i’ll put it here first since this was the blog u tagged. also, this is definitely not a sentence nor is it the last thing i worked on but look it just doesn’t make sense without context and its what im proud of rn so here u go.


“A…bonfire.”

Todoroki’s voice, Izuku reflected, was marvelous in its ability to convey a staggering range of emotion through only the slightest change in intonation. Bafflement, dismay, a hint of burgeoning regret– Todoroki had seen the future, deemed it bad, and knew he was powerless to stop it. To the untrained ear, he was simply confirming new information; Izuku, who knew better, could hear the clear thread of reluctance behind it.

reblogging to my, y’know, actual writing blog

y'all: deku is your favorite punching bag

me as i post this snippet ive been sitting on for five days: i have no idea what you’re talking about

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“Don’tfucking fall asleep,” Bakugou growls, and Izuku winces at the feeling of fingernails digging painfully into his skin. “I swear to god if I have to—”

“Kacchan, t-that hurts.”

Bakugou flinches like he’s been struck, and the pricks of pain ease. In the dim half-light, he can see the uneasy look on Bakugou’s face. “Yeah, well tough. It’s keeping you awake, so fucking deal with it.”

Is it just him, or is there something incongruous between Bakugou’s words and actions? Izuku’s lips tug in a frown as he churns over this new revelation. “But you—”

“Talk about something,” Bakugou interrupts gruffly. “Just— I dunno, whatever. Shit, it’s like the only thing you’re sort of good at anyway.”

Which is blatantly untrue, Izuku thinks with a flash of annoyance. He’s good at being a hero— he has to be good at being a hero, or else all the effort he’s put into this will be wasted, and he’s not about to let All Might down like that. That Bakugou is sitting here, unharmed instead of crushed between two layers of rock— while Izuku lays slowly bleeding at his feet— is all the evidence he needs.

Izuku licks his lips. They’re starting to go numb, and it makes forming words difficult. His tongue fumbles when he goes to speak; slurring the words together. “Like— like what?”

“I don’t care,” Bakugou says shortly. “One of your stupid battle analyses, for all I give a crap.”

“You— you’ve n-never been interested before—” Izuku starts, but Bakugou’s dark look silences him before he can finish the thought.

“You think I’m actually interested now? I don’t give a shit about your shitty notes or whatever, I just need you to keep talking so you don’t fall asleep and die.”

Izuku gulps, and a muscle spasms in his leg; he chokes back the strangled sound that threatens to rise up, hoping Bakugou won’t notice the tears forming in his eyes.

From the hot glare Bakugou shoots him, he’s not that lucky.

“R-right.” Izuku licks his lips again, casting his gazes at the flickering shadows on the wall. Anything to avoid the almost accusing look on Bakugou’s face. “Um, w-well, there was that battle between Kamui Woods and the villain with a monster quirk, and it gave me s-some ideas for if we ever went up against that—”

Izuku runs through dozens of simulations, letting his mind slide seamlessly into the dissection of each potential battle, analyzing the different Quirks and challenges associated with countering them, throwing in references to his own classmates just for the hell of it. Bakugou doesn’t comment beyond a few grunts that are probably supposed to be encouraging, but Izuku isn’t bothered. It’s easy to keep going once he gets started, and since Bakugou isn’t cutting him off with half-snarled insults or an explosive palm to the face, Izuku can carry on uninterrupted.

He talks until his throat’s dry and his lips are chapped, and its only when he finally pauses to swallow that he notices just how tired he is. The words peter off into silence, and if Izuku wasn’t already being propped up by Bakugou, he’d have sunk to the ground a long time ago.

Maybe it’s the unique combination of blood loss and running obsessively through battle simulations, but Izuku’s mind reels back to the slime villain encounter six months before UA’s entrance exam. Izuku knows this heavy exhaustion that weighs his limbs. He’s felt it before.

It strikes him with raw bluntness: he’s dying. He actually might die today.

Izuku’s breath hitches, and he has to close his eyes against the sharp ache blooming in his chest.

“Hey—” Bakugou’s voice is sharp. “Don’t fuckin'— hey, stay awake, idiot.”

“’M fine,” Izuku mumbles past trembling lips. He’s not sure who he’s trying to convince.

“Open your damn eyes, Deku.”

Izuku opens his eyes. Water leaks from them, and he clenches his teeth past the chattering that racks his jaw. He’s so cold. Where iseverybody?

“Probably figuring out a way to get us out of here without bringing the rest of the place down,” Bakugou replies without his usual harshness, which is jarring enough to distract Izuku from the fact that he apparently said that out loud.

Izuku stares at him. What little he can see of Bakugou’s face is pinched together, forming a deep crease between his eyebrows. It’s different from the patented Bakugou Scowl™ in that it isn’t directed at him, but at the tiny vent in the rock letting in their wavering source of light and oxygen; it’s less hostile and more considering, more—

Izuku sucks in a breath. Bakugou’s worried.

Boku no Hero Academia S3

Airing April 2018
Happy birthday, Shouto (sry I’m late, I no longer have any concept of time ;-;)! Here’s

Happy birthday, Shouto (sry I’m late, I no longer have any concept of time ;-;)! Here’s a little preview of my piece for @tddkproherozine 


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Happy holidays! It’s been a bit since I drew any bnha oopsanyway, here’s the ot3

Happy holidays! It’s been a bit since I drew any bnha oops

anyway, here’s the ot3


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