SUMMARY When A Bright And Loud Girl Comes Into The 1-A Classroom Many Old Repressed Memories Already

SUMMARY → when a bright and loud girl comes into the 1-A classroom many old repressed memories already arise. even though aizawa praises himself for being a clear and logical thinker, he knows it can’t be him even with how quirks have evolve. yet all that logical reasoning gets thrown out when she shows her clouds at the quirk appreciation test. in the same moment aizawa promises himself he will not let history repeat itself.

PAIRING → aizawa shouta x student!reader

GENRE → platonic!relationship, hurt/comfort

WARNING → none

WORD COUNT → 1.5 k

MASTERLIST → an assortment of other fics

A/N → i read this hc about a kid in 1-A with the same quirk as shirakumo and wanted to write a scenario for it, but for the life of me i can’t find the headcanon anymore. if you can, PLEASE tell me who wrote it so i can give them the proper credit they deserve!

WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED U.A. you thought it would be fun. Hard work but fun; studying how to be a hero. Learning and working under others that have already gone pro. Not to mention walking down the halls where most of your greatest inspirations and the current number one hero had walked and harnessed their quirks so many years before you.

Something you had not expected was the constant reprimanding; “Stupid Aizawa-sensei, stupid gross tables.” you grumble annoyed, as you continue to clean the desks in the 1-A classroom, while everyone else is happily enjoying their lunches. Trying to wipe away Kaminari his smug face as he got off scot-free, making you subconsciously scrub the table harder. 

What had happened wasn’t even big enough to warrant such punishment. You had put your shoes on your desk and instead of just telling you not to do it or to put your feet down, Aizawa-sensei gave you a blank stare and said; ‘if you can’t respect the desk, you should clean them.’ completely ignoring Kaminari, Tokoyami and Bakugou who had their feet on the table and where now silently putting them down.

To add to that it was not the only punishment you have gotten in the last few months, and most likely will not be the last. It started the first week of school. Laughing at Kaminari short-circling in class? Make a presentation about the benefits of laughing. 

Got below an 80 in English, a subject you could not seem comprehend as well as the others, but did not do too bad at. Get singed up for cram classes. You don’t even know how he knew, not to mention how you are in the top five and definitely did not need cram classes.

Which let you to now; the final bell ringing, Aizawa-sensei dismisses the class and let’s you all go on your marry way to the dorms. Slowly packing your stuff in Kaminari, Bakugou, Sero, Ashido and Kirishima stay at the door.

“We don’t have all day, dumbass.”

Making a small smile tuck up your lips that he still took the moment to wait for you even when he pretends like it’s such a burden, “Go a head, I still have to ask a question.”

“We can wait.”

“It’s okay.” you reassure, and with that last wave and a little hesitation they left the room. Leaving you with your teacher, “Aizawa-sensei.” you say uncharastically softly. Trying to gain your teachers attention that is fully focused on his desk work, “I’m busy.”

Ignoring his dismissive words, you take a deep breath, word vomiting your question out, “Do you hate me?”

Your question seem to make the man freeze in his state. Before he slowly looks up from his work, “No.” he says simply. Nodding slowly you let the answer sink in, yet it only makes more questions come up, “Then why do you always reprimand me?”

“I give punishment where I see fit.”

Making your stomach twist into a more confused and annoyed state then it already was, “Yesterday I got punishment for having my feet on the table while I wasn’t the only one.” you point out. Shaking your head at the lack of integrity, “Kaminari, Bakugou, and Tokoyami had theirs on the table. They always do, and the one time I do it I get cleaning duty.”

“I don’t care what they did, I gave you a punishment.”

Without even realising it a cloud came up above your head, “But you always do. It’s like your breathing down my neck, waiting for me to fail!”

The cloud above your head darkening from it’s usual pale white state to a dark grey, “I wasn’t even at Cameno, and I got lunch duty for not telling you what they had planned while the rest of the class got free off. You’re singling me out and you can’t even be honest about it.” you snap, your voice louder then you ment it to be, but in the heat of the moment you could not make yourself apologise for it.

“You have a lot of potential, (l/n), but if you don’t get the proper guidance you might never be able to show the world that.”

The sincerity in his voice and the unusual soft expression on his face that you had never seen before on your teachers face made you want to believe him, but then again he lied like it was breathing air. And each time you and your entire class fell for it again.

The dark cloud had faded into oblivion as you let out a deep breath, “Well, I asked Hatsume to help me figure out what type of support items might work for me. We found someone who had a quirk like mine and they used a staff for fighting. So, now we are developing one.”

“How do you develop a staff?

“We send in a sample of my hair with the design. That was it should be more durable and be able for me to manipulate into my clouds when necessary for the element of surprise. In the meanwhile I have a wooden one,” you tell him, making him hum as he turns back to his work.

Twiddling your fingers you turn your face away, “which you would have know if you were also in All Might’s face.” you mumble, quickly looking back to your teacher if he heard what you said, but by the way his face didn’t change he didn’t hear it.

“Your cleaning duty is over.”

As soon as you arrive at the dorms you got bombarded with questions from your friends; before Iida demanded you ( and the others who hadn’t either ) to go upstairs, change into your home clothes, and help prepare dinner.

It was something you all would do every Friday, while on any other day it was devided into groups to make it for everyone else. Instead of everyone making it separately. 

Soon dinner passed and it bleed into the evening as the sun went under, the blankets got pulled out as everyone went under them. Getting settled and ready for the weekly movie night; “We should watch Banana Fish, I heard it was super sad and that rocks.” Present Mic purposes.

“No, no, Dumb and Dumber, that is what the kids like…” All Might trails off, his suggestion dying on his tongue as he sees our unimpressed faces, “Right, Midoriya-shonen?” he asks the boy, trying to find anyone to agree with him… kinda a bad move to ask his super fan.

“Maybe, I don’t know- some kids like it… But, it is kind of old. We- we could watch your film.” he panics, vastly waving his arms around as his entire face blooms red.

Smiling at the sweet interactions. Ashido groans loudly, rolling her head onto your shoulder, “Just pick a movie.” she wines, “Dark Knight has always been a favourite of mine.” Tokoyami offers.

At the end Midnight offered a rom-com and it might have been the headache of listen to more suggestion and not knowing a better pick, but it got put on and it was moderiably enjoyable yet your attention was pulled outside.

Glancing outside your eyes quickly find a frame sitting alone in the dark. You quickly identify the frame as your moody teacher. Standing up for your position under the blankets you move away, “Where are you going?” Ashido mumbles.

“Just taking a breath of fresh air.”

Making a plate, you make your way out into the garden. Placing it infront of him, before taking a seat next to him. It stays quite for a moment as he takes a bite of the food you had plated. Letting the silence continue; “Why are you sitting out alone, sensei?” you ask softly, breaking the silence as he takes a sip of his drink, most likely a cup of coffee.

Glancing up at the cloudy night sky, you aren’t quite sure what you are suppose to see… Everything is just gray and very bleak, no star to be seen, “Like cloud watching?”

“It reminds me of a time I couldn’t help someone that needed me.”

“Well... my M.O. is whenever you screw up, you should just keep smiling like usual.” you tell him, making a small smile tuck up his lips as he takes another sip of his drink.

“Thank you, ( y/n ).”

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | TAGLIST → @tsukkisbae

LOVE LANGUAGE | BAKUGOU, TODOROKI, HAWKS, AMAJIKI, SHINSOU

SUMMARY → what i think these boys their love languages are

CHARACTERS → bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, keigo takami | hawks, amajiki tamaki, shinsou hitoshi

i. ACTS OF SERVICE

bakugou katsuki will not tell you how he feels about you at the beginning of your relationship, nor will he say it often when you finally have said those words to each other. he is a firm believer of actions over words, which is why katsuki will help you train, study with you, make sure you eat well, and go to bed on time. it is all because he loves you.

ii. GIFT GIVING

with a childhood and family like his; it is no surprise that todoroki isn’t aware of the way he expressing or likes receive love. and to be completely honest he most likely will not understand he liked you as more than a friend until the dekusquad points out to him that getting you things that ‘remind him of you’ every time he goes out… means something more. as you usually don’t think of your friend that often, nor do you get them a bike bell because you missed them.

iii. PHYSICAL TOUCH

as a pro hero it’s part of the ‘hawks’ brand to be smiley and looking casual. it makes it seem like he is easy going when in reality keigo is calculating every second of every interaction he is having. it is not even an exhortation when he says that he plans when he takes a breath. so, at the end of the day when he can finally go home, shred the hawks persona and be just takami as he lays with you. having your fingers gently stroke through his hair as he listens to the soft thumbs of your heart beating; completely relaxing him, he feels incredibly loved.

iv. QUALITY TIME

it is no secret that amajiki is very anxious, especially around people he doesn’t know very well. this situation was no different he had his head firmly pressed against the wall after trying and failing to imagine everyone as potatoes. even though you have known tamaki since your first year, you did not know him very well. apart from the obvious things that you will eventually find out by simply being in the same class with the boy.

It was not that hard, there were only twenty people in class 3-A and and now all of you lived together too. you were bound to pick up on things.

so, when mirio isn’t there to help the anxious boy out, and you take the time to just stand there with him. trying — and kind of succeeding — to counsel him to calmness by describe your classmates as your fantasied vegetables, he appreciates it more then he can ever put into words.

v. WORDS OF AFFORMATION

from a young age shinsou has been told he was inheritedly distrustful due to the nature of his quirk; how with a single response he can make you do everything he wants. it’s because of that, he knows how important words are. so when you talk to him, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he could brain wash you any moment made him appreciate you greatly.

even when you ramble on about nonsense he has never really thought about and you care so deeply about. he does try to match your energy; and when the topic of heroes comes up and you tell hitoshi — yes, you get to the first name basis by talking and eventually connecting with him during lunch break — he will be a great hero one day, his heart exploded.

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01 | listen up, boys and girls, and non binary friends

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.4 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

TAKING A SEAT IN the auditorium. You glance around the students that will now be your competition, most are chatting with the people next to them. Most likely knowing them already. A stark contrast from yourself, as you are seated between two strangers.

Being the only one from your school to try out to be a hero. They got a different path, it made sense. Our junior high was specifically crafted to give parents a ninety-nine per cent guarantee for their children to get into Hashimoto Daiki Private High School.

And if they wanted to go there, they had no reason to take the entrance exam for the hero course.

Talking about hero course candidates. Many of them don’t seem to have any out of the ordinary body mutations. You got the usual, bird features; be its head, claws, or wings. Expendable eyes. A wooden clothespin.

Snapping your head back you look at said person again. It still says the same, Wait, no, it is not… right? “Is that a clothing pin?” you whisper to yourself, questioning your own vision, blinking a couple of times it didn’t change.

Still, how will that help them in hero work? Is there more than what meets the eye? Shaking your head, you continue to look around. Whom are you to judge? For all you know this is just a body mutation and they have a different quirk or are very talented at working with what they got.

Glancing at the pamphlets, laid out in front of you. The lights turn off, to be dramatically turned back on spot by spot. Slowly but surely coming to the front, lighting up the stage. Revealing Pro Hero: Present Mic as he energetically raises his arms up, “What’s up UA candidates. Say some synonyms with me, your school DJ. Come on, and let me hear yah!”

Applauding at his request, you smile at the hero. Soon hearing the almost deafening silence. As no one else joins in, feeling awkward you stop as well. Clearing his throat, he shakes off the silence, “I appreciate the enthusiasm.” he calls out, throwing finger guns in your general direction, “The others like to keeping it mellow, huh? That is fine I will skip right to the main show.”

“Let’s talk about how all those poetical exam will go down. Okay, are you ready?” he asks, yet again being answered by silence. That’s excluding the mumbles from various candidates in the audience.

Hearing various enthusiast squeaks, your brows furrow in concentration as you glance at your card. It reads your name, candidate number, and a centre letter; whatever that means, “Oh, my Goodness. It’s the voice hero Present Mic. So, cool. I listen to his radio show every day of the week. It’s so crazy nuts that all the UA teachers are pro heroes.” a voice gushes, peaking your interest.

What they are saying is true; it is crazy that all the teachers are Pro-Heroes. Basking in the bliss of this moment he keeps on muttering about his radio show, but he soon gets shut down by a deep raspy voice telling him to shut up.

“Like your application said, today you rocking boys and girls,” Present Mic calls out, “And non-binary friends.” you add softly, “will be out there conducting a ten-minute mock battle in super hip urban cities. You can bring whatever you want with you. After the presentation, you’ll head to the specified battle centre, sound good?” he explains, making sure to leave an opening for anyone to ask a question.

Glancing at your card again the letter D makes a lot more sense now. That will be where you will be proving yourself.

When no one says a word, he continues on; “Okay! Okay! Let’s check out your charts. There are three types of different faux villains in every battle centre.” Present Mic continues as three outlines appear on the screen with points ranging from one to three.

But when you glance at the charts in front of you there are four outlines of what seem to be these faux villains. Most likely this will be brought up in a moment, “You will earn points on their level of difficulties, so you better choose wisely.” he explains, a simulation behind him playing out like a video game as a mini Present Mic runs around racking up points by taking the outlines out with a single kick.

“Your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to earn points by threading these faux villains like a guitar solo!” he calls out. Raising his arm to us, he wiggles his finger, “But check it. Make sure you keeping thing heroic. Attacking other examines is a big UA no-no.” he elaborates, which seemed like a logical thing for anyone want-to-be pro hero.

But maybe things like these have happened in the past? Or they want to avoid it from happening that’s why they point out the obvious? Or with how quirks are evolving more, and more from generation to generation, and with them being unaware of what type of quirk their applicants have they need to say this from the government —

“Excuse me, sir.” a boy in the row in front of you calls out as he raises from his seat, successfully pulling you out of your unnecessary spiral. Standing stiffly as he waves his arm around, “I have a question.”

“Hit me”

A sudden spotlight is shined on the boy, “On the print out you have listed four types of villains, not three. With all respect but if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful. We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japans most notable school. A mistake such like this won’t due.”

Blinking at his sudden word vomit, you are unsure of what the point of this was. If he just waited for an answer on his first question if it was an error, or not; he would have gotten it and maybe a chill pill too while he’s at it.

Stiffly turning around, he points at someone in the audience, “Additionally you with the unkempt hair.” he calls out. Turning your head, a boy with green hair hesitantly points at himself, “You have been mutter this entire time. Stop that. If you can’t bother to take this seriously? Leave. You are distracting the rest of us.” the glasses wearer continues.

Cover your mouth at the sudden call out, you can’t help the snore coming from your lips. Was it uncalled for? Sure. But the way he said it so bluntly, without any hesitation was undeniably funny.

“Sorry.” he mutters out, flustered under the sudden attention and intense gaze from the blue-haired glasses guy.

“Alright, alright, examinee number 7111. Thanks for calling in with your request.” Present Mic calls out, easing the tension, “The fourth villain type is worth zero points.” he starts, the monitors behind him showing said missing outline, “That guy is just an obstacle we will be throwing in your way. There is one in every battle centre. Think of a feral you should try to avoid.”

The previous simulation popping up again, this time as the pro hero his avatar reaches the faux villain it turns around and runs away instead of kicking it for all its points, as it has none, “It’s not that it can’t be beaten but there is kind of no point. I recommend my listeners to try to ignore it and focus on the ones on top of the charts.”

Seemingly satisfied with the answers to his question, and that UA did in fact not make an error, he bows at the pro hero, “Thank you very much. Please, continue.” re-taking his seat in the same stiff manner.

“That’s all I got for you today. I will sign off with a little present, a sample of our school motto.” He says happily, “As general Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down; A true hero is one that overcomes lives misfortunes.” he hums, nodding at his words.

I’m pretty sure he never said that, but you are honestly too happy to really care all that much about the semantics of it all.

“Now that’s a tasty sound bite. You ready to go beyond? Let’s here a plus ultra!”

“Plus Ultra.” you whisper happily, grasping your papers gently stuffing them in your bag. As everyone raises from their seats; “Just take the doors where you came in from and the arrows will send you listeners to your designated changing rooms.” Present Mic calls out, making sure everyone goes the right way.

A/N: i love present mic! and that moment between midoriya and iida make me giggle when i first saw it. It was blunt so i just had to put it in here!!! <3

also,, changed up the ‘aEstheic’ of the story as i wanted it to look good 🥺🤡

in the next chapter you can expect;

- a certain pink lady

- a electra boiii

- and a big handed girl… not to mention a brainwasher… MANY CHARACTERS WILL BE INTRODUCEDDDDD, not all formally but they are there!!!

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04 | the start of something

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.1 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

HALTING IN FRONT OF the massive school, you take a deep breath. Unable to suppress the smile from forming on your face.

“Hey, point stealer.”

Turning your gaze from the building to the voice. A smile on a yellow-haired boy with a lighting bolt dyed in his hair, “You were just too slow.” you smile at him. Passing you, he walks up the steps, turning back as you don’t follow, “Are you coming?”

Blinking you nod, taking a few quick steps. Standing straight again, “Yeah, I’m ( l/n ).” you tell him.

“Kaminari Denki, here.” he winks, smiling cheekily at you. Making you feel a lot less nervous, “The school is huge!” he calls out, as we move through the building.

“Why are the doors so big?” he asks back, “Maybe there are very tall students.” you offer, very much so aware that there are people with mutation quirks that makes some very tall.

Sliding the door open, you make your way into the class room. There aren’t a lot of students yet. What is enough of is an authorial voice, “Take your feet off this desk now. You are already disrespecting this academy.” a vaguely recognisable boy say punctuating his statement by chopping the air as at spiky blond has his feet on the table, whom does not seem to care about his comment at all.

“You are kidding me, right? You old school put a stick up your ass, or were you born with it?” two things were confirmed by his response. One, he indeed does not give a shit. And, two, he has a really nice voice.

Tilting your head you glance back at the blue-haired boy, it finally clicking where you remember him from. That’s four eyes who roasted the shit out of the fanboy. Moving to the two boys, you smiled at him, “Hey, I saw you at the entrance exam.”

Effectively stopping his chopping, looking up to you he pushes his glasses up his nose, “I’m ( l/n ).” you introduce yourself, setting your bag onto a desk.

“Iida Tenya, from Soumei Private Academy.” he bows, bowing back at him. Before standing straight again, “Soumei, huh? So, you must think you’re better than me? I’m going to have fun tearing you a new one.” the blond declares, making mental gymnastics that even your can’t follow.

Making Iida gasp as he takes a step back, “You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you’re in the right place?” he questiones.

Blinking at the interaction, you look at the boy, “Well, it is nice to meet you. I went to Oda Mikio.” you wave off, not wanting to dread on what your school was known for, “It was so funny with the lights and the roasting. It was hilarious.”

“The roasting?”

“Yeah, about the boy who kept muttering. Chubby cheeks, green hair, fanboying over Present Mic.” you say, trying to jog his memory. Making the boy nodded, “It was fair criticism to have for the number one heroic academy. But he saw something I did not, he is far more superior student than me.”

“If you say so.” you shrug taking your seat. Not quite sure what he is going on about. More people trickle in as time goes on, “You went to Oda Mikio?”

Glancing back at the stunning purple-haired girl. Catching the cool ear phone jacks ears loops, as you nod, “Aren’t you suppose to go to Hashimoto Daiki Private High then?” she asks, which says enough about how much your school reputation follows.

Before you could even answer, Iida moved to the door chopping his arm as he declares to the green-haired muttering fanboy, Midoriya that he is superior. While a girl gets the same boy all flustered by simply speaking to him.

“If you are just here to make friend you can pack up your stuff now.” an extra voice says from the hallway. Making your brows furrow at the lack of body, until they drop down to a bright yellow sleeping bag.

Gaining everyone's attention at the sudden interruption of the flow, “Welcome to U.A.’s hero course.” he announces, taking a sip from what seems to be a juice box.

“It took eight seconds for you all to shut up, that is not going to work. Time is precious, rational students would understand that.” he continues, stepping out of the bag as he looks over the class.

Furrowing your brows you look over the older man trying to figure out who he is. If he works here he must be a pro hero, “Hello, I am Aizawa Shota, your teacher.”

“Right, let’s get to it.” he continues, not skipping a beat as he pulls out a gym uniform for his mobile bed. How many things does he have in there?

“Put these on, and head outside.”

A/N: AIZAWA-SENSEI STOLE THE SHOW, I KNOW HE DID. HE IS THE FUCKING SHIT… ;P SKBSKBS, i’m sorry. what did you think? let me know ur thoughts!

- also as clarification oda mikio is a all girls junior high known to produce top gymnasts. most don’t know the intergecies of it, but when there is a top gymnast they must have gone to oda mikio and the proceeded to to go to hashimoto daiki for high school; that’s just the way it is.

- i made this school for some extra’s and also because i didn’t want her to be in school with any of the members ( which will explain things in the next chapter; )

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SUMMARY → whenever a new person approaches your boyfriend confessing to him you don’t really bother until he inevitably screams at them and you go over there and make sure no one gets — physically or emotionally — hurt

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

GENRE → fluff, drabble

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

A/N → this might be a little ooc but i am a firm believer that katsuki is super soft for is s/o and a fucking simp for them

“LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS giving it a shot again.” Hagakure says, moving her sleeve covered arm towards the cafeteria doors. Welcoming the sight of Bakugou with a girl, whom seems to be trying to confess to him, “Very brave of her.” Tsu-chan ribbit.

“Even in a public space.”

Carefully looking over his features, he seems to get more and more annoyed by the second, “It doesn’t seem to go well.” Jirou says a little worried for the girl. Making you nod, “Maybe we should make sure he doesn’t murder anyone…” Mina says slowly, before pulling you up with her and walking to the door.

“First she is going kick my ass for saying some shit, then she going to kill you.” you already hear Bakugou scream at the girl. Rolling your eyes, you walk a little faster to make it there earlier before he chews her out completely, “But you got to be a real fucking delusional if you think I’m going to to even think about my great girl for your dusty ass. I already got the greatest; so, get the fuck out my face, you are not that cute—“ 

Grabbing his ear, he stops in his sentence — or monologue however you want to call it — to wince at the sudden pull. Turning to the girl who was victim to his screaming, a small smile came to your face, “Hi, I’m ( l/n ), and I apologise for his behaviour. He has the emotional intelligence of a door.”

Nodding at your words you glance over her. Seeing her tight grip on the envelope, and the way her face twists in embarrassment until you finally notice the unshed tears in her eyes. Making your brows come together harshly as you turn back to your rude tsundere boyfriend, “You made her cry, asshole.” you snap at him.

Making him shrug as he looks away from your stare, “Stop that, shitty woman!” he screams as you pull at his ear again, successfully getting his attention. 

“What did I say about screaming at me!”

“You started it!”

Sighing you try to not scream at his little care he the girl her feeling, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them again instead, turning to the girl, “Again, I am so sorry. We will be leaving.” you tell her, before pulling him along by his small ear; 

“Do you have to be an asshole to everyone?”

“You aren’t really mad, are you?” he asks softly, the voice he always uses when it’s just the two of you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, nudging your nose with his own, “Come on…”

Sighing you let your hand slide into his air, resting your free hand on his neck, “You’re lucky I like you.” you mumble, moving a bit away from his face. Letting him look into your eyes, until your eyes roam over his face, landing on his lips; where your eyes stayed on for a moment longer.

Watching them lick them before smirk tuck up his lips, “Are we about to kiss?” he asks soft. Making your eyes snap back to his own at the teasing tone he used, “W-what?” you ask not expecting the question.

“I was just messing with you, dumbass.”

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SUMMARY → cuddling with your boyfriend on a hot night

PAIRING → todoroki shouto x fem!reader

GENRE → comfort, drabble

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

CUDDLING WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND has always been something you like to do. He held you close to him, whispers sweet nothings in your hair, and smells like pine and cologne, a smell you can not describe in any other way than comfort. Not to mention the nature of his quirk makes him perfectly regulated; in the summers he cools down, and in the winter he warms up. That’s how it goes most of the time. 

Yet as soon as he falls a sleep it changes a little. Now is a moment like that; scrolling down your timeline you try to ignore the heat coming from your boyfriend as he presses to your back, he has his face in your neck as he clings on to you.

It is undeniably cute, you can’t deny that and any other season it would have been great; but there was a heat wave going on. The air conditioner is blasting on it’s highest degree… in the common spaces and every other room; except your boyfriends. In theory it made sense, the cold or the heat don’t bother him and as it did not fit his rooms ‘aesthetic’ he ripped it off the wall in our first year.

Back then Shouto and you weren’t really close ;you barely know him at the time and you highly doubt that he was thinking about his future s.o. getting hot while cuddling with him in his room.

Thought about it, or not, you could not take the heat anymore. Moving his arm slowly off you, making sure you don’t wake him up. Gently moving a bit away from him before rolling on to the cooler side of the duvet. Pulling your phone to your face again to continue sipping on the chaotic mess that is going on, on your time line.

Feeling him move around, you turn your head. Looking up from your phone, “Are you mad at me?” he asks softly, blinking tiredly trying to move the hair out of his eyes.

Making your eyes widen, you turn to fully face him. Shaking your head, you move the hair out of his eyes, “Of course not.” you deny, holding him close to you.

“Oh, okay.” he nods. Placing his face into your neck, “Why did you move away?” he whisper softly. Running your hand through his hair, you close your eyes as his hand roams your back, “It was very warm.” you mumble, completely forgetting about the tea and the heat as you’re held so lovingly by your boyfriend.

Feeling the cold creep up your back, you sigh in relieve, “You should have told me, love.” he whispers. Nodding, you place a soft kiss on the crown of his head, “I will.” 

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