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It’s Kind Of Diabolical

UA was a dream school that people all around the world tried to get into. Not only was it ranked number one in all of Japan, but the school was undefeated in all categories. Whatever category an individual could think of Dean Nezu did everything in his power to make the school the best in said category.

The 3% acceptance rate showed how picky the admissions team was.

Izuku Midoriya was considered one of the smartest students in the school. There were only two people that ranked higher than him in the entire building across all majors. Izuku was in a medical and pharmaceutical concentration of Biology and Chemistry. The double major was hell on earth, but he topped that off with a physics and psychology minor.

No one in the school, including the teachers, understood how he managed his time juggling countless classes all at once. Still, Izuku loved to learn, and he put his full effort into completing every class to near perfection. He worked very closely with his advisors Toshinori Yagi and Aizawa Shota. They complimented each other and it helped Izuku a lot with moving forward and making decisions based on their advice.

Everyone was always talking about Izuku and every move he made. Still, Izuku had something that he kept to himself. Izuku was a professional athlete.

The only reason no one knew was because he didn’t play for the college, making it significantly easier for him to keep it a secret. Well, to a degree he could hide it. He competed in high level competitions, and many were non-profit to raise awareness for important causes. His high ranking often led him to speaking in interviews about the cause.

Izuku was an angel on earth.

Katsuki Bakugo was average in school. He was naturally smart and put as little effort into his schoolwork as possible. Katsuki was a business major with two minors. One was in marketing and another in accounting. As long as he got an A in the class, he didn’t try to push himself harder. His main focus was on sports. After all, he was the captain of the football team and spent most of his free time training.

The school's meal plan was heavily abused by Katsuki as he was often seen inhaling food with his friends whenever he wasn’t in the gym or on the field. The training and consistent meal plan helped him greatly. Katsuki was well built with muscles that made half of the campus jealous and the other half lovesick.

Despite all the attention Katsuki got, he remained single. He appreciated his fans to a degree, but never engaged with them. He enjoyed the chase and the rush he got from the attention. Still, he loved playing football, and he loved his teammates. He’d never let a relationship, or other outside influences distract him.

That was until his best friend, also the vice-captain of the football team, decided it was time to flip his life upside down.

“Who’s that talking to Coach Toshinori?” asked Kaminari excitedly upon seeing a cute boy appear on the fields.

Katsuki didn’t bother looking, not interested in hearing gossip about some stranger. Kirishima on the other hand perked up when he noticed who Kaminari was talking about. “That’s Midoriya! He’s insane.”

Kirishima’s statement caught the attention of Katsuki and the rest of the team. Sero recognized Izuku as well and commented, “Yeah, isn’t he doing a double major and double minor?”

“That’s him! Mina told me that he’s already been accepted by every high end medical school he’s applied to,” revealed Kirishima, happy to say his girlfriend's name every chance he got.

Kaminari stared at Izuku from afar, letting his mouth catch flies. Once he let a couple of moments pass by, he snapped back into focus and smirked. “So, he’s smart and successful. Wait, how does Mina know him?”

“Mutual friends, apparently Midoriya is super popular. Almost everyone knows him, so I’m surprised you don’t,” responded Kirishima slowly, letting his gaze return to Izuku.

Toshinori flashed a wide smile at Izuku, ruffling the fluffy locks of green hair. The excited voices of the duo faintly reached the group's ears. Tetsutetsu chuckled to himself before jerking a thumb over to where they were standing. “Looks like he just got accepted to another school.”

Katsuki’s gaze was fierce, but he couldn’t stop the foreign rushing of his heart. There was something about this smartass chatting with his coach that irritated Katsuki. No matter how much he wanted to roll his eyes and redirect the conversation, he knew Izuku would be on his mind.

Fate had funny ways of bringing destined lovers together.

Three weeks was all it took for Katsuki cave into obsession. He hadn’t realized just how big of a figure Izuku had been in the school. After that fateful day, it seemed that anytime he’d be in the food hall or was hanging out with his friends, he’d hear chatter about the mysterious genius.

All alone in his room with thirty minutes until his bedtime, Katsuki started digging. He found some online interviews with Izuku talking about the charities he’s worked with. Then Katsuki found his social media account that talked about plans for his future, study tips, and a plethora of random school-related things.

It only took a minute of scrolling for Katsuki to realize this wasn’t Izuku’s personal account. No matter how much he dug, he couldn’t find any pictures of Izuku at these apparent parties or hangouts with his friends that Mina claimed he had.

The following morning came around and like clockwork, Izuku would become a part of his life.

The football team huddled around Coach Toshinori when he clapped his hands together with his usual blinding smile. “Look alive! As you all know, the season is starting to pick up and now more than ever, we need to engage with the public. We are the best school in all of Japan and we need to maintain that status. So, I want you to take to social media and hold mini interviews with people in busy areas!”

Katsuki shrugged, not bothered by the assignment. It wasn’t like he had any intention of being the one doing the interviewing. If he partnered with Kirishima who was more of a people person, then he could just record the interviews.

“Let’s do this Bakugo!” cheered Kirishima loudly, letting his manly persona take over.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on his phone. “Shut up Shitty Hair! Do you want to scare away everyone with your screaming?”

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Kirishima turned back to where people were moving in and out of shops. “Oops, you’re right. Sorry man.”

Huffing, Katsuki prepared his phone to record as Kirishima asked individuals if they’d be willing to be interviewed. Most of the time it took one look at Kirishima and Bakugo for people to say yes. It may have been the duo’s good looks, or their UA letter jackets, but people were fast to do an interview.

They had already held short interviews with ten people by the time their interest had fully worn off. Kirishima groaned, crashing on a nearby bench. “Why does Coach want us to interview fifteen people? We are going to have way too much footage,” noted Kirishima as he watched people pass by.

“Stop complaining, we are almost finished,” grumbled Katsuki, scrolling through the countless videos on his phone.

“Easy for you to say! You haven’t talked to one person,” scoffed Kirishima, failing at guilt tripping Katsuki.

Raising a brow with an unimpressed expression, Katsuki shrugged it off. “Not my problem.”

Kirishima spotted a familiar face in the crowd and his face lit up like a little kid on their birthday. “No way! Is that Midoriya? What are the odds we see him here?”

Katsuki was already handing his phone to Kirishima, not bothering to look back or wait for his friend. “Record me.”

The eagerness Katsuki displayed to interview Izuku let Kirishima know everything. Katsuki had a fat crush on Izuku. He’d never pass up a moment to record Katsuki making a fool of himself. Moments like these were rare and Kirishima usually failed to capture the moment in a picture or video.

Once the redhead caught up to where Katsuki had greeted Izuku, he caught the end of their exchange of pleasantries.

Izuku flashed a soft smile at Katsuki. “It’s nice to meet you in person! Toshinori tells me a lot about you.”

Kirishima was already recording with a bright smile. “Hi Midoriya!”

Turning his head to look at Kirishima, Izuku’s eyes lit up when he realized it was Kirishima. “Oh! Kirishima, hi! It’s been so long since we’ve last talked!”

“It really has been! I’ve been so busy with balancing school and football I haven’t been going to the parties lately,” sighed Kirishima defeatedly. He knew Izuku wasn't one to be petty but still, he felt bad about not keeping in touch with someone he enjoyed talking to.

“Nonsense! Anyway, Bakugo, you mentioned something about interviewing me?” inquired Izuku, returning to the initial reason he was approached by the hottest guy on campus.

Katsuki took a step closer to Izuku after letting his eyes trail all over Izuku’s body when the pretty boy had been distracted. Clearing his throat, trying to fight the nerves that flooded his body when he caught sight of muscular legs, Katsuki nodded.

“Yes, the football team is doing interviews with the public so we can post stupid shit to remind everyone why UA is the best.”

Perking up at the explanation of what was happening, Izuku eagerly agreed,” Of course. I’m more than happy to support UA and our football team!”

The three traveled to a more open area of the shopping center. The sun was warm on their skin and there was a gentle breeze. As Izuku and Katsuki waited for Kirishima to give them the go ahead to start the interview, Kirishima swore the scene looked like something out of a romcom movie. The school jock and nerd running into each other and having their worlds collide on a beautiful day with a cinematic breeze twirling their hair around.

Izuku was wearing a white tee shirt with the words “running shirt” on it. He paired the simple tee shirt with some black gym shorts that had white accents on the side seam. Both of his knees were strapped up with yellow kinesiology knee tape, paired with royal blue compression socks. The final addition to the horrifically discolored outfit was a pair of expensive red running sneakers.

Katsuki was in some baggy black pants, expensive white sneakers, and wore his UA football letter jacket.

Their outfits dramatically contrasted each other, but it wasn’t an eyesore like Kirishima thought it would be. Despite all of that, Kirishima cut the two’s ogling short. “Start anytime!”

Without missing a beat, Katsuki went off-script and asked a personal question. “What happened to your leg?”

Both Kirishima and Izuku seemed a bit taken aback by the question, but they quickly recovered. Kirishima knew he was going to use this as blackmail on Katsuki for the foreseeable future. Izuku on the other hand didn’t know what to expect from the interview and was happy to talk to the notorious football captain.

“I do a lot of running. A lot of cardio,” revealed Izuku, smiling shyly at Katsuki as he fiddled with the earbuds he had taken out.

Since he was a person with no filter, Katsuki dove straight into sly flirting. “Were you on your knees by any chance?”

“I actually was,” answered Izuku quickly, a bit surprised Katsuki asked the question. Still, he wasn’t too surprised Katsuki knew what to ask considering he was an athlete too.

Katsuki didn’t falter despite Izuku clearly not understanding what he meant with that question. “Oh. I picked the right guy for the interview,” commented Katsuki charmingly, his eyes looking at Izuku as if he were a meal to devour.

With the single comment, Izuku picked up on what Katsuki was indirectly saying and let his eyes widen and let out a breathless laugh. Katsuki knew he wanted to see that look and hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. He wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but truly Izuku had him captivated. Izuku felt the exact same way.

He got me, hook, line, and sinker.

“How is your day going?” asked Katsuki calmly, reeling back into interviewing Izuku despite him not asking about UA or things about football.

Izuku pouted, looking at the hustle and bustle of the people around. “Pretty slow”

Seeing an opening to be mischievous again, Katsuki leaned closer. “Do you want me to make it faster?”

Perking up at the suggestive question, Izuku was ready to show he was just as interested. Using all the confidence training his teachers have put him through, Izuku tempted, “How would you do that?”

“How do you want me to do that?” fired back Katsuki with pure enjoyment. There was a little voice in the back of his head, wondering if the man before him was being a little shit to mess with him or if he was truly interested.

While Katsuki was overthinking everything, Izuku tilted his head down, looking up at Katsuki through his eyelashes with a shy smile. It was a very pointed look, and Katsuki felt his heart swoon. Katsuki was ready to bite those chubby cheeks peppered with the most beautiful freckles. Still, he was a college student and imagined pinning Izuku against his locker in the vacant locker room, and making those perfect lips spread to let out a scream of pleasure.

“I’m going to have to cut this video short,” half-joked Katsuki, struggling to keep his mind focused on anything but asking Izuku to date him in less than polite words.

The loud, almost manic laughter erupted from Izuku again as the implications of Katsuki’s words sank in. He was infatuated with Katsuki. There was something so thrilling about being the one that caught the attention of the untouchable football captain. In the back of his mind, he was scared this was all some elaborate prank to humiliate him, but he had to trust that Toshinori wasn’t lying about Katsuki being a good person.

It wasn’t uncommon to hear all his friends talking about Katsuki. It was close to impossible not to hear the name when football was such a major sport. Katsuki was the captain and the team's best player. Besides, Izuku often visits the games.

The only problem was he never got a good look at the blonde when their classes had no overlap and Katsuki was nothing more than a small blob down on the field.

Katsuki recalled Kirishima and Izuku’s short exchange. Kirishima mentioned something about not going to as many parties due to his busy schedule. If Kirishima equated not going to parties to a complete loss of communication, he wondered just how often Izuku attended them. “Do you ever go out to parties?”

“Maybe sometimes,” admitted Izuku slowly, raising a brow to gauge just what Katsuki’s aim was. While Izuku enjoyed some dirty talk, he had no intention of being a sex toy. He had standards and he hoped that Katsuki wasn’t just a closeted player.

“Do you ever see frat boys?” questioned Katsuki quickly, feeling anxiety bubble in his gut. He didn’t want Izuku to have his eyes on loser extras. Katsuki knew that some of the frat boys were persistent and relentless when it came to sexual endeavors. Jealousy was an ugly feeling, and Katsuki didn’t like being in a competition where he could easily lose.

Izuku stilled, a bit offended Katsuki was asking about his potential romantic interests in frat boys. How could Katsuki think he had no standards? Sure, Izuku was popular and flirty when it counted, but he didn’t think he gave off the impression he’d settle for a frat boy.

Truth be told, Izuku had a fear of drinking and drugs. He was a control freak after all.

In the end he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice some of the frat boys at the parties he attended. No matter how many people tried to hide the parties from the frat boys, they managed to find and get into the private parties. “I do see some frat boys. I don’t go for frat boys though.”

Katsuki immediately relaxed and soon realized he had been making a lot of assumptions. Sure, he was gay, but he couldn’t just assume anyone he was interested in was. Yet, he saw Izuku standing across the field on one fateful day and decided the nerd was his. Still, he didn’t have to worry about some horny men getting their hands on Izuku.

With his skin practically itching from anticipation, Katsuki knew he needed to get a better confirmation of Izuku’s sexuality. Their not-so-subtle flirting wasn’t enough. “So, what kind of guys do you go for?”

“Literally any other kind of guy,” chuckled Izuku, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. It was clear that Katsuki was interested in him no matter what the intentions behind that interest were. Who could blame him for being flattered that Katsuki was giving him attention in a world filled with gorgeous individuals who matched Katsuki’s interests better.

Even if he was a perfect mix of calculated and impulsive, Katsuki was quick to gather the courage and make it clear where he stood. “Like football players?”

The message was direct and Izuku’s face bloomed the most stunning shade of pink Katsuki had ever seen. The shade complimented his hair and made his freckles more apparent. Still, Izuku raised a hand to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. Ignoring the adrenaline pumping in his veins, he smiled confidently. “I’ve never gone for a football player before but…”

All composure was lost, and Katsuki’s buffer vanished. “Do you like dick?”

That was all it took for Izuku to burst out into laughter. Even if Katsuki only wanted him for his body, which meant a hard rejection to an only physical relationship, Izuku had no intention of living a life without Katsuki in it. The vulgarity in Katsuki’s speech and the lack of regret in everything he said was something Izuku quickly admired. “Uh yeah.”

Katsuki couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face, unable to believe that with the dumpster fire their conversation was, Izuku was still laughing and engaged. If his last question wasn’t enough to drive Izuku away, he might as well try to ask, “Can I get your number?”

Not even a second passed when Izuku threw his head back in laughter once more, fully captivated by Katsuki. He enjoyed the directness after all the suggestive language. Waving a hand, Izuku took a deep breath before shrugging and nodding his head. “Yeah, I guess you can get my number.”

Suddenly Katsuki felt like an elementary schooler. He remembered watching all his friends ask girls out and being surprised when they accepted. Now he understood how they felt at that moment. It was a pure, unadulterated sense of belonging and acceptance.

Despite the train wreck he presented himself to be, Izuku wanted to stick around.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” confirmed Izuku as he laughed, raising his hand, messing with his phone to pull up contacts, and offering it to Katsuki.

Kirishima stood behind the camera, wearing a disgusted expression. Izuku and Katsuki were made for each other. He couldn’t imagine any other person in the world still giving their number to Katsuki after being aggressively asked if they liked dick.

Whatever rose-tinted glasses Izuku was wearing, Kirishima wanted a pair too.

Katsuki calmly put in his digits and his name. He knew Izuku knew his name, but still, he liked the feeling of making himself known to Izuku. As soon as Katsuki went to hand Izuku his phone, a calendar notification pinged.

“Sorry, I really must go! I’ll text you, Katsuki. And Kirishima, it was a pleasure seeing you again.”

Kirishima and Katsuki both waved to Izuku and sadly said their goodbyes. They were impressed that Izuku was able to spare them a minute in the first place with how intense his schedule must be.

Izuku walked away with a pep in his step. Kirishima had been busy sending the video to himself when Katsuki’s voice reached his ears against his will.

“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” sighed Katsuki, clearly admiring Izuku’s ass-sets.

Kirishima cringed, staring at Katsuki as if he’d been betrayed. “Bro, I love you… but I’m going to need you to stop talking.”

Katsuki gave Kirishima a swift punch to the arm before snatching his phone back. “Never speak of this to anyone. Let’s grab lunch… fuck interviewing anyone else.”

More than happy to stop where they were, Kirishima started walking to the one restaurant nearby he knew they both enjoyed. Katsuki smiled at his phone when he almost immediately got a text from Izuku.

Katsuki wasn’t planning on letting Izuku go after having a taste.

Number One Mistake

After a lot of convincing, Uraraka gave Midoriya enough courage to confess to his crush.

Class 1-A was now class 3-A, officially on the verge of graduation. Midoriya knew things would get busy and there was always the possibility of falling out of touch with his peers. Still, he was in love with his childhood friend Bakugo. He had no intention of letting go of the bond that he worked so hard on forming.

Now that Midoriya was planning on confessing he had romantic feelings for Bakugo, he knew a lot was on the line. If he confessed in his earlier years, there was always time to work on rebuilding their bond and moving on. That way he wouldn’t risk Bakugo avoiding him upon graduation.

If he were to confess now, there was a good chance things would still be awkward by the time they graduated.

That was a terrifying thought.

Uraraka was a pillar of strength for Midoriya. She wanted the best for her friend and believed it was better for him to ask and get rejected than never trying at all. While that wasn’t the only thing she said to convince her best friend to go for it, it was one of the main comments she made that pushed him.

Midoriya took a deep breath before nodding his head. “Okay, I’m going to do it.”

“Really?” gasped Uraraka with an excited grin. She was proud to hear her friend was going to profess his love to his long-lasting crush.

“Yeah… but can you be with me when I do it?” asked Midoriya gently, looking down at his scarred hands with a wary expression.

Uraraka paused, tilting her head to the side before her eyes shot wide open. “Oh! Yes, of course! But are you sure you want to do it over the phone?”

Midoriya nodded stiffly, shallowly breathing. “I think I would pass out if I tried to tell him how I feel to his face.”

“Makes sense. You look like you’re going to pass out right now,” chuckled Uraraka fondly, smacking Midoriya’s arm. “Now, get out the phone and do it! If you wait any longer you may back out.”

“Okay… okay. You’re right, I’m already starting to regret agreeing to confess,” admitted Midoriya as he wiggled his phone out his pocket. His fingers trembled as he moved around his screen to pull up Bakugo’s contact. It was at the very top as Midoriya purposefully pinned him.

“Oh god, I think I’m going to vomit,” cried Midoriya, feeling heat rush to his face as his heartbeat unsettlingly thumped in his neck, pounding in his ears.

Uraraka snuck her hand into Midoriya before offering a tight squeeze. “Breathe. He died for you how many times now? I’m sure a confession won’t ruin anything.”

Midoriya shook his head as he let out a grunt. “Let’s do this,” huffed Midoriya as he pressed the button to call Bakugo. Doing everything in his power to not chuck the phone across the room, he immediately put the call on speaker.

“Izuku?” answered Bakugo quickly, sounding rather calm.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” revealed Midoriya quickly, tearing off the band aid so he couldn’t backtrack. He felt like his chest was going to explode.

There was shuffling from the other end of the call before Bakugo’s voice met his ears again. “Is something wrong? Is this about One for All?”

“No! Nothing like that,” stammered Midoriya, rather embarrassed.

Uraraka smirked from where she was now sitting. There was something so amusing about how worried Bakugo had become about everything and anything revolving around Midoriya.

“So, what’s so important that you have to tell me?” inquired Bakugo, a bit of a teasing tone accompanied his question.

“I like you,” confessed Midoriya suddenly, the short profession was delivered as if it was punched out of him.

It was quiet for a moment before Bakugo cleared his throat. Midoriya was covering his face, rocking back and forth in full-fledged panic mode. Uraraka sat on Midoriya’s bed violently biting at her fingernails. Despite Midoriya being the one confessing, Uraraka was completely freaking out. There was something so jovial about high school confessions.

“You like me?” repeated Bakugo with an unreadable tone.

Midoriya felt some alarms go off in his head, but he was holding out hope. There was always that chance that Bakugo loved him back and they’d have a wonderful relationship. Still, there were a lot of unknowns in situations like this. Not only did Midoriya have to consider if Bakugo would be interested in him, but he had to consider if Bakugo was attracted to boys.

Trying to sooth his nerve, Midoriya convinced himself that there was a good chance Bakugo was homosexual. After all, he’s shown no interest in any girls before. Even if Bakugo signaled he wasn’t interested in dating, Midoriya was going to ignore that fact for the time being.

“Yes,” breathed out Midoriya rather shyly, his cheeks warm and a small smile on his lips.

“Ew.”

Midoriya froze, the pounding in his chest only picking up as the burning sensation of tears forming arose. The weight of his phone suddenly became unbearably heavy as his wrist started shaking. Uraraka tried suppressing her gasp, but it didn’t matter. Midoriya wasn’t focused on anything other than his heart breaking.

“You… don’t?” asked Midoriya with a quietness Uraraka hadn’t heard in a long time.

Uraraka wanted to snatch the phone from Midoriya and end the call. A part of her wanted to storm out of the room and deck Bakugo in the face, but she kept still on Midoriya’s bed as she allowed her best friend to fight his own battle.

“But you’re a boy?” remarked Bakugo plainly. The way he said it didn’t have much malice behind it, but there was a cloud of disgust that accompanied the fact that came out more as a question.

Midoriya held his phone in a limp hold as the shy smile had long faded. Whatever life had been in Midoriya’s face died as the spark in his eyes disappeared and a deep frown met his features.

While Bakugo’s distasteful comment wasn’t inherently mean, it killed whatever romantic attraction Midoriya had for the blonde. A simple rejection would have done the job rather than a cruel reminder of how Bakugo may have liked him if he were a girl.

Uraraka was ready to get up, take the phone, and hold Midoriya until he was ready to think again. But before she could get the chance to move, Bakugo’s voice reached the duo’s ears.

“Izuku?”

Without missing a beat, Midoriya turned the phone to his face and quickly ended the call. He had nothing more to say and he wasn’t going to give Bakugo the pleasure of a response to his off-putting answer to a confession. Midoriya let his phone slip out of his grasp and clatter onto the ground.

The worst possible thing that could have happened just happened. Bakugo rejected him. Not only did Bakugo reject him, but he did in the worst way possible.

Uraraka slid off the bed, walking on her knees over to where Midoriya was sitting on his All Might carpet. Midoriya remained frozen in place with his arm propped in the air and his hand still in the position it had been to let his phone slide off his hand. Slowly, Uraraka wrapped her arms around Midoriya and pulled him close.

Resting Midoriya against her stomach, Uraraka wrapped her arms around Midoriya and leaned forward to shelter his body. As soon as she settled into the position, she felt Midoriya’s body begin to shake. “I’m so sorry, Izuku.”

Whatever power those words held were enough for the rest of Midoriya’s resolve to vanish. He sobbed into Uraraka’s shirt, feeling like he just lost all of his worth in one minute. Once he was able to process what he was feeling, his mind only got worse as he felt like a horrible person for feeling undesirable upon being rejected.

“It’s his loss Izuku. You are an amazing person, and you have so much love to offer. If Bakugo doesn’t want you, there is someone even better and more deserving of your love out there waiting for you to find them,” reassured Uraraka, rocking Midoriya back and forth as her knees were burning.

“I’m such an idiot,” cried Midoriya out loud. He could believe that he ruined everything because he was too selfish. He should have lived in blissful ignorance, never knowing if Bakugo could have loved him back or not. Now he’d forever feel the sting of being a male whenever he heard Bakugo’s voice.

Four days passed by and Midoriya avoided Bakugo like the plague. If Midoriya was socializing with Kirishima and he heard Bakugo’s footsteps approaching, he would leave without uttering another word. If Todoroki invited him to train and Bakugo was going to be there, Midoriya shut down the offer quickly. It didn’t take long for the entire class to notice the giant rift that seemed to appear between Bakugo and Midoriya overnight.

After the second war, the two were inseparable.

Wherever Midoriya was, Bakugo was hovering nearby. They trained together, did school work together, and spent much more time with one another. Now it’s been days, and they had not been seen near one another once. Midoriya didn’t once mention Bakugo in conversation. Bakugo seemed more irritable than usual, but no one wanted to risk getting blown up.

Finally, Mina and Kirishima had enough. They assumed that Bakugo and Midoriya had been secretly dating for the past two years, and they weren’t about to let the duo suffer in silence.

“Blasty! We need to talk,” demanded Mina, as she pounded on Bakugo’s door.

After waiting five long seconds, the door flew open. An enraged Bakugo stood on the other side with his fist crackling with mini explosions. “Who the hell do you think you are banging on my door like that Pinky!?”

“An angry mother is who I am right now!” shouted Mina, shoving her way through, surprising both Kirishima and Bakugo.

“What is going on?” questioned Bakugo, following behind Mina angrily.

Kirishima tilted his head to the side and leaned it forward with an unimpressed expression. “Really bro? Do you really expect us not to notice how suddenly you and Midoriya haven’t interacted once in the past couple days?”

Bakugo crossed his arms, sneering at the duo. “It’s none of your business!”

“Well excuse us for being weirded out how Midoriya hasn’t mentioned you once and how you haven’t trained once with him,” remarked Mina, snapping rather fast at Bakugo. She didn’t like whatever was going on between her classmates. They were about to graduate high school and be official heroes. Now was the worst time for petty fights.

“He’s the one who’s been avoiding me,” revealed Bakugo with a strange tone.

Kirishima and Mina shared a concerned glance. Midoriya distancing himself from Bakugo was a bad sign. Nothing Bakugo had ever done in their first year had been enough to drive Midoriya away. With their bond being incredibly close, something really bad must have happened to cause such a dramatic reaction from Midoriya.

Trying to recall how Midoriya had been acting and behaving over the past four days, Mina and Kirishima were still left with no answers. The only thing they really know is that Midoriya has spent a large amount of time with Uraraka.

“Oh… do you have any idea why?” asked Kirishima calmly, growing increasingly more invested in whatever drama bomb they may have missed.

“Yeah, I have a pretty good idea why,” admitted Bakugo quickly, looking at his hand with a small frown.

Mina rolled her eyes, shoving Bakugo lightly. “Stop being so cryptic and just tell us what happened already.”

“Izuku called me and told me he liked me.”

Mina gasped so hard she fell into a violent coughing fit. Kirishima patted her back to try and help but was equally surprised by the news. They couldn’t believe Midoriya and Bakugo hadn’t been in a secret relationship. As soon as the surprise faded away, a lingering fear arose.

Midoriya confessed. After said confession he avoided Bakugo and hadn’t mentioned him once. Bakugo rejected Midoriya.

“Dude… what the hell did you say?” responded Kirishima, aware that whatever came out of Bakugo’s mouth next would determine how hard the hit he was about to give him was.

Bakugo was quiet for far too long. Mina was standing in the corner of the room with her arms crossed. She loved Bakugo dearly, but she wasn’t going to let him get away with being a complete and utter idiot.

“I said ew.”

Kirishima punched Bakugo hard enough to earn a loud, “Fuck!”

Mina shook her head, raising a hand to cover her face. “You are horrible.”

“I know. That’s not even the worst part,” sighed Bakugo, taking a couple steps away from Kirishima.

“What did you do?’ whispered Mina, a panic rising to the surface. If her crush said ew at her when she confessed, that would have been enough for her to never show her face again.

Bakugo swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat as he looked down at his feet. “I uh… I may have said "but you’re a boy”.”

Kirishima raised both hands to his head as he simultaneously threw his head back. Mina on the other hand fell to the ground, covering her face. Bakugo watched their dramatic displays of disapproval and felt panic fully set in. He knew he fucked up the moment the words came out of his mouth, but the conversation was an uncomfortable one and he still gets mean when he’s nervous even if he’s been working with a therapist for the past two years.

In the end, Bakugo still would have rejected Midoriya. Not because he didn’t like Midoriya or that he didn’t find him attractive, but rather he wasn’t mentally prepared for a relationship. There was something so daunting about the idea even though he would enjoy dating Midoriya.

Not feeling like he'd be good enough was the one thing that would always make Bakugo the bad guy. He lets his insecurities get the best of him and he takes it out on those around him. He didn’t think he’d make a good partner, and he felt like he’d lose Midoriya forever for rejecting him. In the heat of the moment, he said whatever it took to push Midoriya away.

In an attempt to save his own pride, Bakugo had deeply hurt and invalidated the most important person in his life. Now the person he wanted nothing more than to be around no longer felt comfortable being around him.

He knew he had no one else to blame. It was clear in the reaction of his friends.

“I know I fucked up. I know I really really fucked up. I knew that within the seconds he didn’t respond and before he hung up on me. I’m a fucking idiot and I ruin everything good in my life,” vented Bakugo, clenching his fists tightly.

“Dude, now isn’t the time to throw yourself a pity party. Now is the time to go find Midoriya, apologize, and actually say what you meant to say. He clearly cares about you enough that he developed romantic feelings for you. I’m sure he’d appreciate you apologizing,” corrected Kirishima, not allowing for this issue to develop any longer.

Mina scowled at Bakugo, tugging at his ear. “If he doesn’t forgive you, I wouldn’t blame him. Really? Ew? That poor boy probably spent so much time mustering the courage to confess and you tell him ew? And then you point out that he’s a guy? You might as well have just called him a murderer and been on your way,” chastised Mina, feeling incredibly overprotective of Midoriya after the wars.

Bakugo didn’t fight back, knowing his friends were right. He screwed up and he had the responsibility of fixing it. Midoriya was in love with him, and it felt like a dream being confessed to. Yet, he felt unqualified and proved exactly why he felt that way.

Taking in a deep breath, Bakugo swiftly threw open his door, closed it behind him, and ran to the elevator.

Even if his apology was accepted, Bakugo knew that it would take a lifetime to make it up to Midoriya.

Epilogue: They get married and adopt five kids by the time they are thirty. Mina, Kirishima, and Uraraka all downed their shots bi-weekly, fully paid for by Bakugo. Kirishima and Mina got their shots for their role in knocking sense into him. Uraraka got her shots as payment for allowing Midoriya to hear him out when he showed up at Midoriya's dorm door to apologize.

I Can Pull Off Anything

It was a stupid dare, but Midoriya wasn’t one to back down.

On an average Saturday, Midoriya and a couple of his close friends decided to hang out. Iida, Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Midoriya all made the group decision to have a nice picnic.

After preparing a bunch of snacks, grabbing drinks, and finding a nice but old blanket to use, the group headed outside. There was a giant field behind 1-A alliance where they set up their picnic.

They played card games, chatted about their classmates, and enjoyed all the snacks each person contributed. It was a beautiful day and despite the peaceful atmosphere, somehow truth or dare started.

After a couple rounds of silly/random questions and harmless dares, an interesting exchange occurred.

Uraraka smiled as she turned her entire body to Midoriya. “Deku! Truth or dare?”

“Dare!” shouted Midoriya excitedly, finding it exciting to finally play the game after spending countless years dreaming of having the friends to.

“I dare you… to wear a skirt our next time visiting the mall!” fired Uraraka eagerly after coming up with a dare.

Tsuyu perked up with a wide smile. “Good one Uraraka!”

“That’s highly inappropriate, Uraraka,” declared Iida loudly. Yet his face showed extreme amusement rather than any sternness to back up his criticism.

Todoroki looked Midoriya up and down before giving a thumbs up. “I’d like to see Midoriya in a skirt.”

Midoriya fell onto his back, covering his face in horror. “I can’t possibly do that! I’m going to be in the public eye! What if someone posts a picture or I get harassed!”

“Don’t whine, you big baby. You’ll be with us the entire time so no one’s going to harass you. Besides, when has someone ever recognized us when we go to the mall?” questioned Uraraka as she thinned her lips.

Tsuyu was still quietly laughing at Midoriya's reaction. “It doesn’t matter. The dare has been made and it doesn’t harm anyone.”

Midoriya threw his arms out to his sides as he cried to the sky. “I’m done with this game!”

“Yeah, we’ve been out here for hours now,” agreed Iida, looking up at the beautiful blue sky. “Besides, I promised to call my brother today.”

“Momo promised to cut my hair today so I should probably go and track her down,” huffed Uraraka, leaning back as she tightly gripped her knees.

Midoriya locked eyes with Todoroki before he smiled. “Want to go train?”

Todoroki returned the soft smile and nodded gently. “I’d like that.”

“I’m going to see if any of the girls want to go hit the onsen. I’m in desperate need of a spa day,” groaned Tsuyu as she rose to her feet and stretched her back.

Uraraka perked up with an excited smile. “Wait until Momo finishes my hair, and I’ll join you! I could definitely spend hours relaxing.”

Midoriya chuckled, cracking his knuckles before turning to Uraraka and Tsuyu. “That’s not a bad idea. I may take a trip after training.”

Iida chopped his hand after fixing his glasses instinctively. “I’ll join you Midoriya! Today’s all about relaxation.”

“I’m going too,” announced Todoroki as he situated himself next to Midoriya.

The group quickly cleaned up, headed off to do what they needed, and hit up the onsen. All the girls grouped together to enjoy the hot spring the school offered. Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida met up as well and went to their respective onsen, letting the warm water soothe their sore muscles and wash away their stress.

Two weeks passed from that eventful hangout and Mina proposed the great idea of going shopping. It had been a while since UA had become a boarding school so many people had lists of things they needed and stuff they ran out of but hadn’t had time to get.

While going to the mall sounded wonderful to the majority of class 1-A, there was a small group who was enveloped in chaos. Midoriya looked mortified while Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Iida were all staring at him with a knowing smile. Todoroki didn’t recall the dare and seemed to be interested in spending a bunch of his father’s money.

Midoriya was dragged off by Uraraka to her room with Tsuyu right on the duo’s tails. As Midoriya was shoved onto Uraraka’s bed, the two ladies were digging through clothes only to find that there was nothing they specifically wanted Midoriya to wear.

Midoriya was still laying on the bed recovering from being dragged and tossed around as Tsuyu had pulled out her phone to make an important call.

“Tsuyu? What’s up?” inquired Momo softly from the other end of the call.

“I need your help finding a skirt that would look good on Midoriya,” answered Tsuyu bluntly, not bothering to give context upfront.

The group was met with silence. After fearing she scared off Momo, Tsuyu went to speak. Surprisingly, Momo beat Tsuyu to speak and perplexed, “Why do you need a skirt that Midoriya would look good in?”

Uraraka couldn’t hold back her laughter as she truthfully explained, “A couple weeks ago, we dared Midoriya to wear a skirt the next time we went to the mall. We were trying to find something for Midoriya to wear, but I have nothing that would work.”

“Oh, in that case I’ll be right over! I can just make something I think would complement Midoriya,” exclaimed Momo happily, more than willing to produce something specifically for Midoriya.

While Uraraka and Tsuyu were desperately thanking Momo for being willing to get involved in their problem, Midoriya was panicking. He couldn’t believe his friends were taking this seriously. He knew that clothes didn’t belong to one specific gender, but he wasn’t comfortable wearing a short skirt.

Midoriya struggled even wearing gym shorts out in public. On the rare occasions he did, it was in the warmer months for short trips or private workouts.

Despite Midoriya’s mind running a thousand miles a minute, Momo arrived at Uraraka's room and was quick to get Midoriya’s measurements. Uraraka and Tsuyu offered some design ideas, but Momo already knew what she wanted to make for Midoriya.

While Uraraka and Tsuyu cared about Midoriya, they were still his friends and wanted him to feel embarrassed. That was the point of the dare.

Momo wanted to assure Midoriya would be as comfortable as possible. She created a high-waisted skirt that flowed all the way down to rest right above his ankles. The skirt was flowy and in a light green color. The fabric was smooth, light, and silky. Still, she wanted to give Uraraka and Tsuyu their fun and added girly dark green flowers all over the bottom and gave the skirt a slit up to the knee on the left side.

The skirt was made in an instant and swiftly placed in Midoriya’s arms. Momo smiled softly as she instructed, “I’d wear that with a light yellow, almost cream-colored shirt!”

Midoriya shook his head with bright red cheeks. “I don’t own a shirt like that. I only own the stuff for my school uniform and graphic tees.”

Momo chuckled fondly at Midoriya before making him a light-yellow tee shirt. It wasn’t baggy like his usual shirts, but it wasn’t tight either. Nonetheless, Momo had worked her magic and made Midoriya a perfect outfit for the dare.

After quickly getting dressed once all the girls filed out of Uraraka’s room, Midoriya stared at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t deny that he did feel pretty. The longer he stared at himself, the more similarities he saw between him and his mother. It was nice.

Midoriya spun in a circle, watching as the dress twisted and flew with his sharp movements. He smoothed out the shirt and grinned at how well it complimented the skirt. The skirt covered enough of his body he was insecure about. Still, his leg muscles were curvy and were prominent against the silk fabric.

Midoriya quickly adjusted his black arm band over his large scar and smiled at the finished result. “Alright, you can come in.”

Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Momo quickly returned to the room only to loudly gasp at the sight before them. Crashing to her knees, Uraraka cried out. “Oh my god he’s beautiful!”

“You look really good Midoriya,” complimented Tsuyu calmly as she gently patted Uraraka’s head.

Momo smiled brightly, clapping her hands together. “It looks amazing on you just as I expected! I hope you like it a bit even if it is out of your comfort zone.”

Midoriya bowed aggressively before Momo. “I love it! Thank you so much for making this for me! You really didn’t have to, but you did anyway so I’m grateful!”

“Nonsense, its what friends do! Anyways, we should probably hurry up. I’m sure the others are already waiting for us,” reminded Momo, already halfway out the door.

Uraraka squeaked, throwing herself up. “You’re right! If you don’t mind, could you wait outside my room for a bit Deku?”

“I don’t mind at all!” reassured Midoriya as he followed out after Momo. Tsuyu was quick to follow Midoriya and headed off to her own room.

Standing in the hallway, Midoriya was left alone with his thoughts. Despite that large bit of his mind burning with embarrassment and dread of having to let his classmate see him in a skirt, there was a part of him that was scarily unbothered.

There had been many days where his scars bothered him more than they should have, but he was able to push past any insecurities he had. It seemed he felt the same way about the skirt.

Uraraka was ready in a matter of minutes and reunited with Midoriya in the hallway. Together they made their way down to the common room where everyone was gathering. All conversations quickly died as everyone's focus turned to Midoriya.

It was clear that everyone was expecting an explanation, but Midoriya got a last-minute idea to not address the elephant in the room. Instead of explaining he dared to wear a skirt, he made his way over to where Todoroki and Iida were with a smile.

“Hey guys!” greeted Midoriya happily.

Todoroki slowly blinked a couple of times before smiling. “Hello Midoriya. You look nice.”

Midoriya flashed Todoroki a bright smile, slipping his phone into one of the wonderful pockets Momo gifted him with. “Thank you! Are you ready to blow through some money?”

“Yes, I am. Do you have your list ready?” asked Todoroki quickly, flashing Enji’s credit card with an excitement that was rare to see on his usual stoic face.

“Of course I do, I have all the latest All Might merchandise in a neat list,” whooped Midoriya eagerly, doing his best to contain the true level of his excitement.

Iida fixed his glasses as he aggressively cleared his throat. “I have to admit, the skirt suits you well.”

Midoriya shot Iida with a strong thumb-up. “Thank you! Tsuyu called Momo for help.”

Kirishima, the first person brave enough to disrupt whatever staring contest the rest of the class was participating in, walked over to where the three were. “Woah Midoriya. Not that I'm complaining, but what’s with the skirt?”

“Oh, I was dared to wear one the next time I went to the mall by Uraraka,” revealed Midoriya bluntly, doing his best to not signal he was freaking out deep down.

Kirishima tried covering his red face, but Midoriya easily saw behind the facade. “You make me feel like a dude in the Victorian era seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time. It feels scandalous to see this.”

Midoriya’s face bloomed a beautiful shade of red at the oddly flattering and embarrassing comment. “Oh, uh… sorry?”

“I didn’t mean it like that! I mean I think you look really attractive in that!” shouted Kirishima, now being the one to capture the entire class's attention.

Kirishima and Midoriya were both crouching by the ground, covering their flushed faces. They were both ready to die of embarrassment. Midoriya peaked through his fingers to find Kirishima doing the exact same thing.

Having a single ounce of confidence to answer, Midoriya mumbled, “Thank you.”

Kaminari was more than happy to ruin the moment and shouted, “These bitches gay!”

“Glad to see you got the balls to confess Shitty Hair,” cackled Bakugo, thrilled to see the wonderful opportunity to embarrass Kirishima and Midoriya simultaneously.

It was safe to say that one single dare managed to create such a dramatic domino effect that Midoriya got a boyfriend. No one was complaining considering they got an entire day of Midoriya in a skirt and they were able to witness the bloom of a shocking relationship.

There was never a dull moment with class 1-A.

A/N: I wrote this in my universities library in between my exams. If the quality is bad blame my fried brain 😟🫵

I’ll Pass

Midoriya was a gem at UA High. No one really knew anything about the mysterious beauty that was best friends with Hatsume in the support department. Still, that never stopped people from blindly pursuing the teen. People were so ashamed when Midoriya rejected them that no one ever told their friends when they planned on confessing.

Countless people have been spotted slipping notes and talking with Midoriya in a quiet area. For some reason, it’s like an unspoken rule that being rejected by Midoriya is so humiliating that if anyone knew about it, it could send a person into a coma.

Class 1-A eventually caught drift of the mysterious beauty who was in the support department. Fortunately for them, they were given an opportunity to approach him without looking too weird. Aizawa, too lazy to deal with it himself, told his students to head to the department to discuss any modifications they needed for their hero costumes. For once, none of the students complained about his laziness.

“Oh, I’m so excited,” beamed Uraraka, happy to finally meet the boy who has the attention of the school.

“Me too. I think this will be a wonderful experience to get closer to the support department,” agreed Iida, unaware Uraraka was talking about meeting Midoriya.

Kirishima waved his hand with a smile. “I just want to meet this dude everyone seems to have a crush on!”

“Agreed dude! I feel like everyone in this school has tried to shoot their shot at Midoriya!” supported Kaminari, throwing his arms to the sky.

Mina looked over at Kirishima and Kaminari with an excited grin. “I bet he’s super sweet! That would explain why I haven’t heard anything bad about him!”

Uraraka nodded vigorously, clasping her hands behind her back. “It would be great to make another friend. I just hope he doesn’t blow us up like Hatsume does,” shivered Uraraka at all the memories of Hatsume’s gadgets exploding when she was around.

Bakugo rolled his eyes at his classmates. At the end of the day, they were a bunch of overly friendly idiots. Still, he was a bit curious to see Midoriya. Since he started UA High, he’d constantly heard about Midoriya, but never saw him

A part of Bakugo was left wondering how Midoriya felt. It must have been a jarring experience to go from being the laughingstock of Aldera Junior High to being the unachievable jewel of UA High. He knew that if he had been in Midoriya’s shoes, he’d kill anyone who asked him out. They were here to become heroes, not worry about pointless things like dating.

Taking the lead, Iida walked into the room. Hatsume happened to have a crush on Iida, so he was the best person to enter first. It seemed that Uraraka had already sacrificed Iida even if he hadn’t been willing.

“Iida!” cheered Hatsume, rushing over.

“Hello, Hatsume. I’m assuming Eraserhead has told you about us coming,” greeted Iida, bowing his head as he stepped in to let his classmates also enter.

Hatsume nodded with a bright grin. “Yeah, I got all hands on deck for class 1-A.”

Midoriya made his way over with a clipboard to where the class was waiting. “Mei, I finished up the blueprints to match your detailing.”

Hatsume grabbed the clipboard eagerly, flipping the pages. “Amazing work Izuku!” Seeming to realize that Midoriya hadn’t really interacted with the hero students in person, she started introductions. “Iida, have you met Midoriya yet?”

Iida was stunned, staring at Midoriya. He completely understood why everyone asked him out. Midoriya was gorgeous despite being arguably plain.

Short, but fluffy green curls with a mixture of black covered his head. His bangs were short and he had strips of hair by his cheeks that curled oh so perfectly. His eyelashes were long and helped shape his big round eyes. His cheeks were coated in freckles with four dark ones in the middle of both cheeks.

“No, I haven’t. It’s a pleasure to meet you Midoriya. I appreciate you putting up with us all year,” thanked Iida, bowing his head to show utmost respect. After all, the only reason they could be heroes is because of those in the support department.

Midoriya smiled charmingly at Iida before waving his hand. “No need to thank me. You hero students deserve the best gear so it’s our fault if it can’t handle the amount of work you’re required to put in.”

Iida grinned, feeling a bit relieved to hear they weren’t being blamed for damaging their gear. They were often reprimanded by their teachers for being reckless even though damage to their costumes should be expected. Nonetheless, Iida commented, “I never thought of it that way.”

“Well, start thinking of it that way now! It’s wonderful meeting you, Iida. I hope you see you around here more often,” chuckled Midoriya, happy to meet someone who wasn’t just interested in dating him. Besides, it was clear he liked Hatsume so he had nothing to worry about.

After introductions were carried out, Kirishima and Bakugo were assigned to Midoriya to gear repairs and upgrades. Uraraka and Mina shook their fist to the sky and cursed Kirishima and Bakugo. How come the good things in life never happened to them?

As Midoriya guided them to his workstation, they finally were able to get a good look at Midoriya. To the surprise of both Bakugo and Kirishima, Midoriya was muscular.

They assumed he was matching Hatume as he was wearing a black tank top. It showed off his developed arms and the outline of his abs could be seen because of the tight fabric. Anything lower was hidden by the baggy uniform. Midoriya had an All Might charm clipped onto one of the belt loops on his waist.

A pretty, red headband was tied loosely around Midoriya’s neck. Bakugo assumed it was to cover his nose and mouth when messing with the equipment. Kirishima on the other hand believed it was purely cosmetic. Midoriya seemed like the type of person to want to work in style.

Wanting to break the ice, Kirishima decided to use the only piece of information he knew about Midoriya. “Is it true you get asked out at least once a day?”

Not missing a beat, Midoriya smiled as he answered, “Not really, no,” as he pulled out his files on class 1-A’s hero suits.

“Wait, guys don’t ask you out?” asked Kirishima with wide eyes, feeling a bit betrayed by everyone who told him about the rumor. It wasn’t that he thought Midoriya was a disappointment after being told he wasn’t heavily sought after, but it seemed that everyone was in on a joke Midoriya wasn’t a part of.

A couple of seconds of painful silence passed. Midoriya licked his finger to begin flipping through the pages before smirking. Slowly raising his head to look at Kirishima, Midoriya clarified, “They do, I just don’t go.

The way those words effortlessly came out of Midoriya’s mouth with such confidence was perfect. Kirishima felt his face heat up and he quickly covered his face with both hands. “You are way too cool.”

While Kirishima was having the time of his life, Bakugo was watching in silence. It was nice to watch Midoriya being his true self without having to worry about being ridiculed. Besides, this was Midoriya’s territory and Bakugo refused to make the same mistake as he did in the past.

Choosing to keep his head down and mouth shut, Bakugo hoped Midoriya would continue to talk casually with Kirishima. He took it upon himself to distance himself from Midoriya, not wanting to bother him any more than he most likely already was.

“Thank you,” chuckled Midoriya as he found the sections about Bakugo and Kirishima in his files. What Midoriya was not about to tell the duo was that he’d already had this conversation a dozen times with all the people who tried flirting with him.

It was quiet for a moment. Kirishima was curious about who Midoriya was as a person, and it seemed that he had one question that would help him know what Midoriya valued. “Is there a reason why you haven’t accepted anyone's confession?”

Midoriya shrugged, putting the book down to look at Kirishima. “Not really. At first, I just wasn’t interested in the people that confessed and I wasn’t ready for a relationship. Now… I can’t trust that the person confessing wants to be with me or if they just want to see if they’ll be the lucky one who is picked.”

Sorrow overcame Kirishima, and he could not stop the frown from spreading on his face. He didn’t realize just how much this situation sucked for Midoriya. It never crossed his mind how Midoriya couldn’t trust that anyone truly loved him because asking out the mysterious support student became a trend.

“That sucks dude,” sighed Kirishima, rubbing his face.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Of course, all those stupid extras think it’s funny to play with someone’s feelings.”

“For real! It’s a shame,” agreed Kirishima, not noticing how Midoriya’s head shot up in Bakugo’s direction.

“You really shouldn’t call everyone extras, Kacchan. It leaves a bad impression,” teased Midoriya as he focused all his attention on Bakugo.

“Fuck that shit. I swear this entire school has always been testing our class’s patience, so I have no sympathy to spare. Now they’re treating you as a trophy which is fucking gross,” hissed Bakugo, crossing his arms as he let his overprotective side show shamelessly.

Midoriya let his smug grin slowly soften into a shy smile. He enjoyed having people stand up for him. While he enjoys the attention it brings him, he wishes the attention wasn’t simply objectifying him. He was more than a pretty face and a thing to win.

Kirishima’s jaw dropped. “Bakugo? You know Midoriya?”

Bakugo looked away from Midoriya and scoffed, “I’ve known this nerd since we were little brats.”

“Yeah, we just fell out of touch in middle school,” recalled Midoriya, trying to keep Bakugo from being a target of unwanted attention.

“That’s awesome! If you’ve survived knowing Bakugo this long, feel free to hang out with our class!” cheered Kirishima, ignoring the hissing of Bakugo’s quirk.

Midoriya was glowing as he accepted the offer. “That would be amazing! You all were awesome at the Sports Festival.”

As Midoriya turned all his attention to the suits, Bakugo felt comfortable enough to ask, “So, you still do all that analysis in your notebook?”

“Yeah!” answered Midoriya quickly, not bothering to look up from his stack of papers.

“Join one of our quirk training classes. You’ll be taking notes for the next week,” offered Bakugo, knowing his peers would appreciate a description of their quirk and ways to utilize and improve it.

Not only did Bakugo and Kirishima leave that room with the best model of their hero costume yet, but they also left with a new ally. They achieved becoming friends with the UA heartthrob and confirmed that he was a stunning and smart person.

It was safe to say class 1-A took Midoriya under their wing after he started hanging out with them. It also became a secret bet to see who Midoriya would end up dating. The highest bets were between Kirishima, Bakugo, and Todoroki.

Everyone lost. Midoriya ended up remaining single his entire time at UA High. He knew he was perfect and didn’t need anyone to prove it.

“Red Riot, Meet Your Sidekick”

The late evening air was cool, but sweat beaded on your forehead as another sharp contraction hit, making you grip the passenger seat armrest with a strangled cry.

“Almost there, babe!” Kirishima said, knuckles white on the steering wheel as he sped toward the hospital. “Just keep breathing! Like we practiced, right?”

You glared at him through gritted teeth. “I am breathing, Eijirou—do you want to try doing it while your insides are trying to rip you in half?”

He winced. “Right. Sorry. Focus mode. Hero mode. Got it.”

By the time the car skidded into the emergency parking, you were already moaning through another wave. Kirishima darted out, yelling for help, and within seconds, hospital staff had you in a wheelchair and racing down the hallway.

Once you were in the delivery room, everything felt like a blur. The fluorescent lights were too bright, the hospital gown too cold, and the contractions—insanely close together.

“I feel pressure,” you gasped, clutching Kirishima’s hand. “Like...a lot of pressure.”

He blinked. “Already? That was, what, fifteen minutes since the last check?”

“I’m serious. Something’s happening. This kid isn’t waiting.”

A nurse leaned in, lifting the blanket. Her eyes widened, and she barked over her shoulder, “We need a doctor in here, now. She's crowning!”

“Wait, what?!” Kirishima looked like he’d just taken a hit to the chest. “She’s—already?!”

The nurse met your eyes. “You’re doing great, honey, but this baby’s coming fast. Can you try pushing?”

“Are you kidding?” you panted. “I feel like my soul is about to exit my body.”

“You’ve got this, babe!” Kirishima said, brushing your hair back. “You’ve done harder things. You’re the strongest person I know.”

You barely heard him. Your body was already taking over, legs trembling as another contraction surged through you. You pushed with a cry, and suddenly the room filled with urgent voices, beeping machines, and the grounding grip of your husband’s hand.

“Again!” the nurse urged. “One more time!”

With a scream and a flood of emotion, you pushed—then just like that, it was over.

A piercing cry filled the room.

Your chest heaved, eyes wide with shock and awe. A tiny, wet, pink baby was lifted into the air.

“It’s a boy!” someone called.

Kirishima’s jaw dropped as the nurse placed the baby gently on your chest. He was flushed red, squirming, and absolutely perfect.

Kirishima let out a laugh that was half-sob, half-shock. “Babe… You just— we just—holy hell.”

You looked down at the baby, eyes blurry with tears. “That was so fast.”

“Fast?” Kirishima grinned, eyes glassy. “You just beat me in a race. That was Red Riot levels of fast!”

Despite the exhaustion, you chuckled softly. “Guess he wanted to make a dramatic entrance.”

Kirishima leaned in, kissing your temple. “He’s got your timing. And your strength. You were amazing.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, soaking it all in—the warmth of your baby, the comfort of Eijirou beside you, the soft hum of nurses tidying the room.

“I think he’s gonna be a little hero,” you whispered, “just like his dad.”

Kirishima swallowed hard. “Nah. He’s gonna be a hero like his mom.”

You held your tiny son closer, smiling through tears, your heart full.

Explosive Love: Final Chapter – The Fartening: UA Edition

Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Class 1-A Babysitting Chaos

Genre: Pure Crack, Full Ensemble, Epic Finale

Summary: In a desperate bid to prove they’re “hero-ready,” Class 1-A volunteers to babysit together. Team effort, they said. It’ll be fine, they said. But nothing—nothing—could prepare them for one baby and her Quirk: Mass Gas Destruction.

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“You guys SURE about this?” Kirishima asked, holding your baby like she was the final boss.

The entire 1-A squad stood in formation—matching shirts, notebooks, snacks, and Mina with a whiteboard battle plan.

“This baby’s just a baby,” said Denki, already sweating but smiling. “We’ve survived finals!”

“She’s literally two feet tall,” Mineta scoffed. “What’s the worst she can—”

PFFFFFT.

The baby made direct eye contact with him as it echoed.

Everyone froze.

Bakugo walked by the door, still emotionally scarred. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he muttered. “Little demon’s got a Quirk worse than mine.”

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Phase 1: Attempt Diplomacy

Iida read a book aloud. Momo sang softly. Tokoyami played ominous jazz on a toy piano.

The baby?

She waited.

Ochaco: “She’s so quiet…”

Tsuyu: “Too quiet.”

PHBRRRRRT.

Half the team hit the deck.

“WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!” Kaminari screamed.

---

Phase 2: Divide and Conquer

Jirou and Ojiro tried calming her with lullabies.

Kirishima and Mina tag-teamed diaper duty.

Sero built a fart-proof barrier with tape.

The baby? She broke through it.

“HOW DID SHE BREACH THE TAPE LINE?!” Sero yelled, diving for cover.

“THIS ISN’T TAPE-RESISTANT GAS!” yelled Yaoyorozu, sketching a hazmat blueprint midair.

---

Phase 3: Full Meltdown

A fart rolled across the room like thunder.

Ashido screamed, “EVACUATE THE FLOOR!”

Todoroki used ice walls. She melted them with a warm, low pbbbt.

Bakugo peeked in again. “Still think this was a good idea?”

“LEAVE,” screamed Denki, wrapped in a baby blanket and crying.

“I can’t feel my legs,” muttered Mineta from under the couch.

“I think she farted my Quirk offline,” Deku whispered, stunned.

---

Final Phase: Acceptance

Aizawa arrived to find the class scattered like a lost battle scene.

The baby sat in the center, giggling and reaching for her pacifier, a picture of peace after the storm.

“I see she won,” he said.

“She always wins,” Kirishima groaned, gently scooping her up.

“She’s gonna be a future Number One,” Todoroki murmured, still clutching a Febreze can like a sword.

The baby looked around.

Smiled.

And let out one final, echoing toot.

---

Epilogue:

She grew up to be a kind, strong, powerful young girl.

…Her Quirk? "Pressure Release" – a combustion-based gas emission with trajectory control.

Pro Hero Name: Windbreaker.

Bakugo never recovered.

Kirishima was proud.

You? You carried Febreze in your hero utility belt—forever.

The End.

---

Explosive Love: Part 3 – Baby's Day Out (with Deku & Todoroki)

Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Babysitters Deku and Todoroki

Genre: Fluff, Chaos, Babysitting Misadventures

Summary: With Bakugo officially traumatized, Kirishima calls in backup. Enter: Deku (nervous but willing) and Todoroki (unfazed... for now). They think babysitting can’t be that hard. But no one warned them about the gas.

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Kirishima stood proudly at your front door, holding your baby out like she was the MVP of the season.

“She’s all yours, boys,” he beamed. “Don’t worry—Bakugo might’ve exaggerated.”

Todoroki blinked. “I heard she took him down in under an hour.”

Deku nodded nervously, already scribbling in a notebook. “According to my calculations, the frequency of her emissions shouldn’t cause structural damage to a normal household…”

Kirishima slapped his back. “Just don’t let her eat anything orange.”

You blinked. “Wait, why not—”

SLAM.

Too late. The door closed. Operation: Babysitter Bros had begun.

---

Thirty minutes in…

“So, uh… she’s really cute,” Deku said, rocking her gently in his arms. “Look at that smile—so sweet and—”

BRRRT!

He froze.

“That… was a strong one.”

Todoroki leaned in. “I think it shook the floor.”

Deku sniffed cautiously. “Why does it smell like… burnt oatmeal and vengeance?”

Todoroki tilted his head. “It’s oddly impressive. Like she has an internal combustion engine.”

The baby kicked and giggled as if in agreement.

PFFFFT.

Deku panicked. “We need containment!”

Todoroki calmly reached for the diaper bag like a man preparing to diffuse a bomb. “I’ve got this.”

---

One hour in…

Todoroki stood stoically, holding a can of air freshener in one hand and your baby in the other.

“She has attacked three times in twenty minutes.”

Deku peeked out from behind a pillow fort. “I think she’s evolving.”

The baby let out a mighty squeal and flopped happily onto the blanket.

“Her power…” Deku whispered, wide-eyed. “It’s unmatched.”

PHBBBT.

“She’s aiming at me now,” Todoroki said, deadpan. “I admire her accuracy.”

Deku scribbled in his notes. “Hero Name: Gas Mask. Quirk: High-Pressure Flatulence.”

“Wait until Aizawa hears about this…”

---

When you and Kirishima returned, the living room looked like the aftermath of a low-level disaster.

Blankets scattered. Windows open. A fan running full blast.

Deku was fanning himself with a baby book. Todoroki was sitting perfectly still, staring into space.

“She’s asleep,” Deku whispered. “But the damage… it’s been done.”

Kirishima picked up the baby gently, like she was made of pure dynamite. “Did she…?”

Todoroki didn’t break eye contact. “She farted on my soul.”

---

Next time: Mina wants to babysit.

Explosive Love: Part 2 – Babysitter Bakugo

Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Reluctant Babysitter Bakugo

Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Chaos

Summary: Kirishima finally convinces Bakugo to babysit for just one hour. It goes exactly how you'd expect—except worse. Because the baby still has her secret weapon: farts. And Bakugo? He's not ready.

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“I swear, it’ll only be an hour,” Kirishima said, practically bouncing with excitement as you both stood by the door.

Bakugo stood in the living room, arms crossed, expression thunderous. “Why the hell am I even here?”

“You owe me!” Kirishima grinned, already tossing him the diaper bag. “Remember that time I took a lightning bolt for you during that joint training exercise?”

“That was three years ago!”

“And I still have the scar.”

You tried not to laugh as you slipped your shoes on. “Don’t worry, she’s napping. Easiest babysitting gig ever.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re lying.”

You and Kirishima bolted before he could say anything else.

---

Exactly three minutes later…

PFFFFFFFFTTT

Bakugo stared in horror at the tiny being in front of him.

“What the hell was that.”

The baby gurgled innocently from her blanket on the floor. Her eyes locked onto Bakugo’s, gleaming with the chaos of a true menace.

PFFT-BRRRRT.

“…OH HELL NO.”

Bakugo shot up, backing away like she’d just thrown a grenade. “Why does she sound like a damn motorboat?!”

The baby let out a victorious squeal, rolling slightly. The air grew thick with danger.

“I swear to—KIRISHIMA, YOU SET ME UP!”

He pinched his nose and tiptoed over with a blanket held like a shield. “Okay, okay. You got your joke. Ha ha. Very funny. Diaper change time.”

He opened the diaper.

“Oh my god.”

---

Thirty minutes in…

Bakugo was pacing the room, the baby on his hip, burping.

“Come on, I fight villains who can control freakin’ fire. I blow stuff up for a living. I’m not scared of a little—”

PFFFT.

“…I am terrified.”

He glared at her. “What the hell are you eating? Lava?!”

She giggled and patted his cheek sweetly. Then promptly let another one rip.

---

One hour later…

Kirishima opened the door and found Bakugo standing in the hallway, shirtless, holding your baby at arm’s length like a contaminated bomb.

“She farted on my neck,” Bakugo said quietly. “I can still feel it.”

Kirishima blinked. “Where’s your shirt?”

“She won. That’s where it is.”

You took the baby from him, laughing as she snuggled into your shoulder.

“She’s a menace,” Bakugo muttered, turning to leave. “And I’m never stepping foot in this house again.”

Kirishima grinned. “See ya next week, bro. Same time?”

Bakugo didn’t answer. He just kept walking.

PFFFT.

Your daughter let out one final farewell.

Bakugo didn’t even turn around. “Tell her to keep that war crime to herself next time.”

---

Explosive Love (Literally)

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic

Summary: Kirishima thought being a dad would be all hero work and cuddles. He wasn’t prepared for your baby’s fiery talent… and it’s directed at him. Constantly.

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You weren’t sure how something so small could be so dangerously gassy.

Seriously. It was almost impressive.

"She’s like a tiny grenade," you said, watching from the kitchen as your husband Kirishima sat cross-legged on the nursery floor, cradling your giggly five-month-old daughter.

"A grenade that only targets me," he groaned, face twisted between adoration and mild horror.

Pfffft.

Another one. Right on his thigh.

Kirishima paused mid-coo, lips parting. “That’s the fourth one in ten minutes. I counted.”

You tried not to laugh. “Maybe she’s marking her territory?”

He gave you a look. “So I’m the chosen one?”

Pfffft.

“Yup. Chosen again.”

The baby squealed with delight as if she knew what she was doing. Her chubby legs kicked against his chest, and Kirishima caught her, smiling through the torture.

“She’s got your quirk,” you teased, folding a tiny pink onesie. “Only hers is less… hardening and more—”

“Exploding,” he finished flatly. “Her quirk is butt bombs.”

You stifled a laugh behind your hand.

Kirishima held the baby up in the air like Simba, her diaper dangerously close to his face. “Why do you do this to me, princess? I’m your dad! I’m supposed to be your hero, not your toilet paper!”

Pfffffbbbbt.

“NOOO!”

You had to sit down you were laughing so hard.

He lowered her slowly. “You know, when I imagined fatherhood, I pictured late-night feedings, lullabies, maybe the occasional diaper mishap. I did not expect my daughter to weaponize flatulence.”

You finally caught your breath and walked over, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You’re still her hero.”

Kirishima grinned up at you, defeated. “Yeah… even if she’s the real explosive one in the family.”

The baby gave one final toot, this time small but powerful enough to make him flinch.

"…I think I’m gonna need backup."

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A/n this was requested by @princeasimdiya12 so many months ago🫡

I'm really sorry about this being so late! School got too much and this just laid in my drafts, but anyways i hope you'II like this fanfiction. I'm not used to get request but i tried my best:)

It's a while since I watched mha so please correct me if I'm wrong:)

Really sorry if this isn't what you imagined!

Not proofread

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"Heroes in the Making"

It was a bright afternoon in the small, quiet neighborhood where Izuku Midoriya and Eijiro Kirishima grew up. The two boys were sprawled out in Izuku’s backyard, surrounded by scraps of paper, action figures, and a well-worn notebook where Izuku had meticulously drawn all the heroes he admired. It was a weekly ritual — one that had been going on since they were little.

"Man, I can’t believe how cool All Might is!" Kirishima grinned, holding up an action figure of the symbol of peace. He loved the figure, with its rugged muscles and vibrant red cape, as if it held the power to take on the world.

Izuku nodded enthusiastically, his emerald eyes sparkling behind his glasses. “Yeah, he’s the best! He doesn’t just save people; he inspires them too. He’s always so positive, no matter how tough things get.” Izuku’s voice softened, reflecting a deep admiration for the number one hero. “I want to be like him, Kirishima. I want to be someone who can protect people, just like All Might.”

Kirishima looked over at his friend with a smile. “I know you will, man. You’ve always been strong, even if you don’t have a flashy quirk.” He elbowed Izuku lightly, a teasing grin on his face. “You’ve got that ‘inner strength’ thing, right?”

Izuku’s face flushed. He had always admired Kirishima’s unshakable confidence, something Izuku sometimes struggled to find within himself. “I… I hope so. But I’ll never be like him. I’m just… not good enough.”

“Dude, stop that!” Kirishima exclaimed, sitting up. “You’ve always been there for me. Remember when we were kids, and those bullies were picking on me for having such a ‘girly’ quirk? You stood up for me.”

Izuku’s face softened at the memory. It had been back in elementary school, when Kirishima’s quirk had manifested. It was a little embarrassing at first, because his body hardened like rock, but with a pinkish hue that made him look almost delicate. The bullies made fun of him, calling him weak or making fun of his "weak" and "simple" quirk

But Izuku had never thought of him as anything less than strong. When the bullies cornered Kirishima one day, it was Izuku who stood between him and their cruel words, despite his own nerves. He might not have had the physical strength to fight, but he had the courage to stand up for his friend. “Leave him alone,” he had shouted, voice shaking but determined.

Kirishima had grinned that day, as always. He never got upset about what people said, but he appreciated that Izuku was always there to protect him, to remind him that he was worth defending. From then on, the two had been inseparable.

“I’m glad you were there,” Kirishima said, his tone sincere, as he lightly punched Izuku’s shoulder. “I don’t know if I could’ve handled it without you. It’s like we’ve always had each other’s backs, you know?”

Izuku nodded, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He couldn’t imagine a better friend. “I guess we’ve always been heroes for each other. But I want to be the kind of hero who can protect everyone, not just you.”

Kirishima smiled, leaning back against the grass, hands behind his head. “And you will be. You’ve got the heart for it, man. You just gotta believe in yourself more.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence for a while, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky, dreaming of the future. The future where they would both attend U.A. High School, where heroes were made.

It wasn’t long before their dreams became reality.

---

Years later, Izuku and Kirishima stood side by side at the gates of U.A., both of them feeling a little nervous but excited. They had made it.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” Kirishima said, his voice a little shaky despite his usual bravado. “We’re gonna be real heroes now.”

Izuku grinned, the nerves in his own voice giving way to determination. “Yeah. I mean, it’s going to be tough, but we’ll make it through. We’ve always had each other’s backs.”

Kirishima looked at him, his expression softening. “Always.”

The two of them walked together through the gates of U.A., knowing that their friendship and shared dream would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead. And maybe one day, they’d both be heroes, just like the ones they had always admired. But for now, they were just two childhood friends, eager to take the first steps toward their futures — together.

---

End

Bakugo had a really tough fight and got ammited to the hospital for 3 days

Bakugo: Finally

Kirishima: Come on let's get you some vitamin D

Danki: ...... Sunlight or dic...

Happy birthday Eijiro‼️

Love you 😞🫶

Master list

Rules for requests!

Bakugo katsuki

Never pleased

Is that seriously who you think I am?

Sleepy princess

Sorry not sorry

Dry humping with Bakugo for the first time but reader is shy

Antisocial

Shoto tokdoroki

Insecure

Kirishima

Coming soon

izuku midoriya

Coming soon

hiotshi shinsou

Late night cuddles

Multi character

Aftercare with the mha boys

Sero Hanta

Breakdown

Amajiki tamaki

Coming soon promise

Touya todoroki (dabi)

Coming soon

needle & nerve | e. kirishima

he came in for a piercing. what he didn’t expect was the artist behind the gloves—sharp-eyed, quick-witted, and maybe his new favorite reason to come back. (987 words)

your shop sat just off the main street—half tattoo studio, half piercing parlor, with walls that held a little bit of grit and a whole lot of story. incense burned low in the corner, masking the sharp scent of disinfectant, and the constant hum of fluorescent lights buzzed beneath the soft thud of bass-heavy music filtering in from the back room. framed flash sheets covered the walls, inked with dragons, snakes, roses, and teeth. some were faded from sun, some fresh, some yours. all of them meant something to someone.

you leaned over the front desk, chin in your palm, scrolling idly through a list of upcoming appointments when the door chimed. you didn't look up right away—it wasn't rare to get walk-ins—but something about the shift in the room made your hand pause over the mouse.

he stepped inside like he wasn’t sure how loud to be. tall, square-shouldered, all muscle and nervous momentum. red hair pulled back in a headband that didn’t quite tame it, and eyes—bright, dark-lashed, darting around the space like they were trying to memorize it before it could change.

"uh—hi," he said. his voice cracked slightly on the first syllable, too loud for the low hum of the shop. "i’ve got an appointment?"

you looked up and found a boy who seemed more like a mountain in training. his cheeks flushed deeper when your gaze caught him.

"eyebrow at three?"

"yeah." he nodded, breath like it had been held since the sidewalk. "that’s me."

"cool. i’m your piercer today," you said, stepping out from behind the desk and gesturing toward the back. "i’m y/n."

he blinked, then smiled like he hadn’t expected introductions to be part of this. "eijiro. kirishima eijiro."

you gave him a nod and a smirk. "nice to meet you, eijiro. let’s make you bleed a little."

he trailed behind as you led him through the studio, past tattoo chairs draped in black leather and chrome trays lined with freshly sterilized tools. his eyes lingered on the art pinned above each station, pausing longer at a piece you'd done last week—three snakes coiled through the jaw of a skull.

"first piercing?" you asked, tugging on gloves.

"yeah." he scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. "figured it was time. always thought about it but... i dunno. guess i needed a push."

"it’s a good pick," you said, voice easy, hands already arranging your tray. "subtle. sharp. very you."

he blinked, then smiled. "you don’t even know me."

"don’t need to. i read people."

he laughed, louder this time. "and what do i read like?"

"someone who talks a big game and still gets nervous walking into places like this."

he opened his mouth, then closed it with a grin. "fair enough."

you motioned to the chair. "you’ll feel a quick pinch and then a little pressure. it’s not that bad. just don’t flinch."

"i won’t. promise." he slid into the chair like it was a test. his hands settled in his lap, though you could see the way he kept flexing his fingers.

you moved around him with steady precision. sterilized clamp. single-use needle in its packaging. mirror nearby. you sprayed his brow with antiseptic and caught his flinch out of the corner of your eye—not from pain, but from cold.

he glanced at you. "you do tattoos too?"

"yep. mostly blackwork. fine line, sometimes flash. i draw all my own sheets."

"that snake piece on the way in—that was yours?"

you nodded. "you've got a good eye."

he flushed again, red creeping across his ears now. "guess i’m just a fan of good linework."

you leaned in close, brushing his hair from his temple. his skin was warm under your gloves. close like this, he smelled like clean laundry and just a little sweat, like maybe he’d psyched himself up before walking through the door.

"keep your head still. i’m gonna mark you."

you felt his breath hitch as you pressed the pen lightly to his skin. you could feel the tension in his shoulders—not fear, exactly. more like anticipation wound tight beneath muscle.

"you alright?"

he nodded. "just thinking."

"about what?"

"if this actually makes me cooler or if i’ll just look like i lost a bet."

you smiled. "only one way to find out."

you lined the clamp up gently. "deep breath in."

he inhaled, and you pierced through his skin.

a second passed. then two.

you pulled the needle through, swapped it for the jewelry, and clipped the hoop into place. he didn’t move, not even when you wiped away the smallest dot of blood.

"that’s it?" he blinked at you, like he expected to be bleeding out.

"that’s it."

he touched the edge of the new ring, careful, like it might still sting.

"damn. kinda expected to cry or something."

"give it five hours. you might regret it."

he laughed and stood, slowly, adjusting to the sudden lightness in his posture.

you peeled your gloves off with a soft snap, tossed them in the bin, and reached for the aftercare sheet. when you turned back around, he was holding something in his hand.

a post-it. yellow. handwriting a little slanted, a little rushed.

he stuck it to the counter next to the tip jar. his number written in black ink on the paper.

"in case i want the other side done," he said casually. "or, you know, maybe a snake tattoo. or maybe coffee."

you tilted your head, one eyebrow raised. "you just hand out your number to everyone you meet under bright lights and sharp metal?"

he grinned, sheepish and bold all at once. "only when they’re the prettiest person i’ve ever met."

he waved over his shoulder, and the bell above the door chimed as he left, hair catching the light like a flame, and you were still staring at the post-it note—still smiling—when the door eased shut behind him.

hiii! dk if ur taking requests or not buttt i have to ask could u mayhaps do a kiri smau!! likeeee kiri x shy reader who's alternative, mayb like he thinks she's so cool and wants to get to know her more but she comes off as kinda odd or what not (weird girl) type thing and they eventually get tg (sorry if this is 2 many details or what not) BUTTT JUS KINDA DO IT HOWEVER U WANT !!!

mismatched | e. kirishima

kirishima finds himself drawn to your mildly peculiar personality and style, but it works for you.

a/n: for some reason i struggled with this one a little bit. i tried to get alternative right without being to stereotypically cliche with it. i hope it serves well oomf!

not a date, btw | e. kirishima

in which you and kirishima spend weeks fake-denying your way through very real feelings.

character customization | e. kirishima

⇨ in which, kirishima is madly in love with his girlfriend, even if she’s constantly reinventing herself with questionable methods

I WANT TO SEE THIS MOVIE BECAUSE OF KIRIBAKU >:D

Bakugou defending his Kirishima S2

I just wanted to cuddle him ‘3′

Jealous Bakugou >3

He is soo cute ;-;

Kirishima version ♀️ I love kirishima

i recently made it my mission to get my little brother into anime, and decided to start with my hero academia

this has backfired as I have found a new red boy to obsess over and draw constantly

Kaminari: *coughing*

Kirishima: u ok?

Kaminari: spit got in my air pipe

Kirishima: pathetic,

Kirishima: I choke on grains of rice, not my saliva

Kaminari: no dude,

Kaminari: you choke on Bakugou's dick

MAH BOIS

Baby shark dodododododo...

Kirishima + Kiyotaka = Kineshi

some bnha sketches