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Damn 400+1… that’s the most notes I’ve ever gotten on a post. DAMN

Counting all of Izuku’s freckles is a wonderful pastime. Kissing all his scars and giving him reassurance he’s beautiful. Poor baby struggles with believing he’s attractive, that you won’t leave him for someone better. (As if there’s someone better then him) Good thing you’re there to remind him :)

kiss

kiss

kiss

“Are you sure I’m attractive?”

“You’re drop dead gorgeous, now hush up and let me love you.”

En Tayutai x Female Reader

(I made a typo in my last ask, I'm so sorry!!)

:0 chat lemme cook up a bittersweet imagine or drabble

summary: thinking about your sweet, sad and short life then you would have liked with En Tayutai.

an: angst, fluff

You remember how you met. You, a little snotty kid, swinging on the swing set, when this young black haired boy comes up, and strikes a conversation.

You become friends. Turns out he lived nearby.

Elementary school.

Middle school.

High school.

Adulthood.

He becomes a bit distant, disappearing sometimes, but he always comes back. He always comes back to you.

You start to date.

Honestly the best time in your life.

Then he tells a secret. A big secret.

You hardly believe him. And maybe a bit hurt he kept the secret for so long. He later met Nana Shimura, another pro hero.

Life continues. You marry, and grow old together.

Ha. If only.

En Tayutai dies by All For One’s hand. And he gives One-For-All to Nana.

Maybe you are a bit hurt. After all you were only just his partner who knew him since childhood.

But if En Tayutai trusted her, then so would you.

After all, that’s what he would have wanted.

But you can’t help but miss him.

The time you had with him was too short.

✮⋆˙ STUDENTS

Todoroki

⭑ love addict | male!mitsuri | series | romantic

Bakugo

⭑ lemons | gn!reader | song-ish oneshot

✮⋆˙ HEROES

none currently…

✮⋆˙ VILLAINS

Shigaraki

⭑ blind loyalty | villain!reader | series | platonic

in which Soda Shinji, a boy meant to die years ago, grows fond of his older brother, perhaps a little to much… He now faces a dilemma, acknowledge the truth and own up to it, or fuel his brother's delusions, and lord knows he can't refuse his brother…

✮⋆˙ MULTI-CHARACTER

none currently…

© marion3tt3 | 2024 | all rights reserved

bakugou katsuki tells himself it's because it's getting dark. there's no other reason he's holding your hand. he simply wants to make sure you don't stray too far. or get lost. or run into trouble. then he tells himself he doesn't want you to get in trouble because as a hero, it's his job to protect people. not because he cares about you. not because it would crush him if something happened to you while you were out with him. and then, of course, he told himself that you were out with him merely because you would've been insufferable if he denied you. it was definitely not because he enjoyed your company. not as if he was in love with you. but he couldn't come up with an excuse for that one as his face grew warm and his palm got sweaty. he tried to let wipe his hand on his pants, but he was preoccupied. right. he was holding your hand. but only because it was dark.

© kage7ama 2022. do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform.

Incorrect MHA-29 (BakusquadxReader)

Y/n: I'm so single

Mina: Then get a boyfriend

Y/n: I can't

Kaminari: Why?

Y/n: All the hot guys are either gay or taken

Sero:...

Sero: I AM RIGHT HERE

hi! so i was wondering if i can request a oneshot of class 1a & platonic aizawa or just a platonic aizawa (which ever is easiest for u!) x GN reader where the reader received massive burn scars/just scars in general that covers half of their face and arms? just real angsty and fluffy :)

Angst and fluff coming right up <3

Masterlist <3

Warning: burning, mentioned blindness, depictions of blood and injury...

Aizawa and 1-A x Student Reader (Platonic) - Scarring

The students of 1-A had heard about your accident during the entrance exam. That's why, when you walked into the room, you'd heard hushed whispers invading your ears, the class looking at you curiously.

Your face is covered in thick makeup, but your application is good, so it doesn't smear or melt, and it doesn't look cakey.

It still doesn't do a whole lot to hide the horrific scarring, though.

You had been collecting points like everyone else during the exam, when suddenly everything turned dark. You were still conscious, and still moving, but you were trapped under a robot that had caught fire and shut down, and your ribs were close to crushed.

Everything hurt. You still remember the pain clear as day as your ribs got that much closer to puncturing your lungs, blood seeping from your mouth as you vomited. You were surprised to find that the screaming you could hear was coming from you, desperate wails echoing under the huge tin can, too heavy for you to lift.

Your flesh was burning and the smell reached your nose and travelled along the back of your throat, drawing more vomit from you as you clawed at the gravel beneath you. You're not sure who had plucked you out from beneath the rubble of the malfunctioned robot and the brick wall of a house that it had taken down with it, because by then you were unconscious.

The following few days, you had not left your home. Not once. You hadn't even left your bedroom or so much as drawn the curtains.

Your self esteem was forever crushed to rubble.

The burn and cut scars stretched over your left arm and your neck, reaching your cheekbone in a pattern that seemed some sort of mix between tiger stripes and lighting burns, and they had turned a paper shade in comparison to the rest of your skin, as opposed to darker like, for example, Todoroki's scar.

It almost looked like some kind of vitiligo instead of rough scarring, because Recovery Girl had been so quick to attend to you.

You had never stopped being so grateful to her.

By your first day, you were recognised as the kid who'd been crushed at the entrance exam, and every time someone's eyes landed on you, you'd get horribly self conscious, wondering if they could see the discolouration on your face.

That all changed though, when you had actually started to make friends.

And it makes sense that the first people you made friends with were Shouto and Izuku. Their scars gave you a little more confidence that maybe you weren't so hideous, and it was all in your head.

You and Shouto had bonded over the similarities in your scarring, sharing stories of how they happened and how they affected the both of you, and then you found out that as you were now blind in your left eye, so was Shouto. Or at least sort of. He retained some of his sight, but his vision had been impaired, whereas your eye had been crushed by the metal of the robot that had trapped you.

And Izuku, he always knew the right thing to say. He played a vital role when it came to you accepting what happened to you, and assuring you that noone thought any less of you with the assurance of your fellow classmates. He was a real big help, and his kind and inspirational words had you rethinking the way you saw yourself a lot.

However, sometimes there were days when you looked in the mirror and saw a ghost of who you used to be, and what you used to look like. Memories of your mother taking your, then, unharmed face into her hands and calling you beautiful flashed before your eyes, and led you to having bouts of depression where you would skip class because you had gotten so self conscious.

Aizawa Sensei had thought you'd made peace with the change, and trauma of what happened. Looking back on it now, he could see that he was clearly being naive. He thought you were just skipping class because you weren't so sure about being a hero anymore, or you just didn't care. The thought had him angry, to say the least.

He knocked harshly on the door to your dorm room, hearing a few sniffles coming from the other side. Were you upset? Maybe you were sick?

His suspicions were confirmed as you opened the door slightly, revealing just the corner of your face as you looked up at him with a tired, puffy eye.

You had been crying.

"... What's wrong? Why weren't you in class?"

"... 'sorry-"

"-That's not an answer."

You were shocked silent. You didn't expect him to look so angry with you, but you couldn't face the world like this. The comments you had received at the Sports Festival had absolutely crushed you. People could be so cruel sometimes, it's like they don't even realise that they were talking about a kid.

Finally, you broke into little cries, closing your eye and bumping your head against the door softly, feeling so tired and lonely.

"I can't take it anymore- I just wanna look normal- I don't wanna be ugly anymore- did you know that everyone at the Sports Festival was calling me ugly?! I'm sixteen! There are posts on the internet talking about mine and Shou's and Izu's scars! I just want them off my body, it's not fair!-"

Shouta's heart sinks to his stomach. Your voice is wet shaky, and your words get caught in your throat. For god's sake, he can hear the heartbreak and vulnerability in your sobs. He had failed to protect you. And not just you, but Izuku and Shouto as well? He's such a failure.

He knows the world can be a cruel place, and even though he can teach you to be strong in body, you were still kids, and it was his job to keep you safe from that kind of negative attention. You were kids. You didn't deserve to be judged like pedigree dogs. At least not yet. It's stuff like that that crushes young people's self image.

His shoulders dropped and you looked down at you with a worried expression, slowly pushing the door out of the way and enveloping you in his arms. He feels soft, and secure as you cry into his shirt, sniffling and hiccuping while he rubs your back comfortingly.

"If you tell anyone I hugged you I will deny it. But... Don't worry about what insecure people on the internet are saying, because they must truly be dissatisfied with themselves if insulting teenagers makes them feel better. One day, their life will be in your hands, and they'll regret what they said."

The comment about denying the hug happened actually pulled a little laugh out of you, and you felt much better as he comforted you. Your tears slowed to a stop and your breathing evened out, and once you had calmed down, Aizawa had freed you from his awkward hug.

The world seemed just a little brighter than it did before.

hiii !! i was wondering if u would write a comfort fic with a bakugo x gn!reader where theyre really struggling with taking care of themselves and gone down like a depressive spiral without him knowing until they finally just broke down. i was thinking the reader would have a telekinetic quirk and they never really used it before but they use it all the time to even do simple things. sorry this is so depressing LMAO but i love ur work !! 🖤🖤

Aw! Omg thank you <3 I'm so glad I have such devoted readers on here guys 😭 it really makes me wanna shit and sob and run laps rn abshdnakshbsnx

Also ofc I will :D

I love the angst so you bet imma make this as dramatic as possible

Masterlist <3

Katsuki x GN!Reader- Sink or Swim

You could tell it was getting bad again. You were hesitant to go to class or training, you no longer had any interests in your hobbies, even thoughts of your friends were interrupted by "you know they wouldn't care if they never saw you again."

And on top of that, it's was so, so hard getting out of bed in the mornings, and being motivated get stuff done. You had started being repeatedly late to class and you were skipping meals, convinced that after all of the minimal effort you've put in, you weren't deserving of a hot meal anymore.

You don't deserve a place in this school, and you don't deserve the title of a hero. You're just not good enough.

Almost every week you're introduced to yet another tragically disadvantaged youth who's given life and limb just to have a shot at being a hero, and you can't help but feel so undeserving. What use are you, even? The only quirk you have is telekinesis, and even then, it's really not very strong.

Your best friend and partner, Katsuki Bakugou, hasn't even realised just how bad things have been getting, and even though you know you're being a little harsh for expecting him to know when things are wrong even when you haven't talked about it, you can't help but feel a little upset.

During the next week or so, your foul mood only gets worse, and when you realise that your friends are actively trying to avoid you, that's when you break.

They were only giving you a little space because they thought you were having a rough time, and they didn't want to set you off since they knew they could be a rowdy group. It was Mina and Denki who thought it would be best, since they both haven't had the best of luck with sensitive people, and this proves it even more.

You spend the week stuck in your room, not coming to class and instead spending your time staring at the wall of your room, the drab, grey surroundings being a perfect match for what you're feeling.

It's Friday, and your room hasn't seen the light of day since Saturday. You've been crying every day into the soft plush that Katsuki won for you at a fair on his first try, despite your many attempts. You had refused to use your quirk because it wouldn't have been a real win. He'd found that kind of adorable. Stupid, but adorable.

Katsuki had come knocking on your door a few times, but every time you had sent him away with an "I'm sick, babe. I'll be better soon..." Or something along those lines. At this point though, he was at his fucking limit.

"Open the door before I blast it off its fucking hinges. Let me see you! You know being sick isn't a fucking excuse when we've got recovery girl! I've kept Sensei off your ass for a fucking week already, now let me see my fucking partner! I'm worried about you- you're not sick, did you think I'm some kind of dumbass?!"

Your bottom lip wobbles as you listen to him banging on your door. Of all things, you could probably learn to live with not deserving your dream carreer or your place in this school, but not him. The thought that you don't deserve him eats at you every fucking day.

He goes well above and beyond for you, and why? Because you're lucky enough to have caught his attention? It makes you feel physically sick to think about all of the other people out there that could give him more than you ever have. Maybe you should stop running from him though.

Ever so slowly, you get up out of bed, dressed in one of his loose shirts and a baggy pair of sweats. And when you finally open the door, Katsuki can really take in how much you've let yourself fall apart. You really do look sick, but not with the flu, and it breaks his fucking heart.

Immediately his eyes are glossed over and filled with remorse at the fact that he hasn't been here for you, and he opens his arms for you, ushering you into a hug that's far gentler than any other he's given you. It feels so good.

"Shit... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't here. Fuck."

"It's not your fault!"

He squeezes you tighter as you cry into his chest. It's times like these that you thank your lucky stars for being shorter than him, because it makes him the best person to hug, and one of his hands buries itself into your tangled hair as he pets you, slowly guiding you back into your room.

You couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend.

He spends the rest of the day cuddling you, your legs tangled together under the sheets while you nap and he watches over you. And you're not surprised when, the day after, he's forcing you to get up out of bed.

"Get up, lazy ass!"

"Noooo!-"

It makes a rather comical picture as he's got one hand around your ankle while you mock tears and cling to the bed frame, struggling against your much stronger boyfriend when he tries to drag you out of bed.

"Help me clean this ugly ass room! Dumbass! If you love me you'll help clean this pig sty!"

"God! Fine! It's not that big a deal- please!"

He finally lets you go and gives you an unimpressed look, since you can't even see the floor in the mess you've let collect, and as you get up and trip over a sock, he only snorts in amusement, giving you that "I told you so" look.

He really does help to distract you from your feelings when you're with him, and every time you try to thank him for it you're met with a chaste kiss to the lips, which has you blushing and stuttering in seconds. He could never get tired of that sight.

Dabi NSFW Alphabet

pairing: Dabi x gn!reader

mlm/nblm only

A/N: I wrote this awhile ago but never posted it, so here you go, finally!

Warnings: Sadism, overstim, possessiveness, mentions of pregnancy but it’s a joke

A (aftercare): I feel like Dabi, not being used to affection, wouldn’t be the best about it. At least in the beginning, there would either be none or you’d have to initiate it. I feel like later on he’d be a lot better, probably more cuddly, soft but few words of reassurance.

B (body part): Absolutely has self image issues. Look at the man, canonically people think he’s ugly. They’re wrong, but that’s what they think. I feel like his favorite part of himself would probably be his hands, because 1. POWER, FIRE, FUCK YOU. And 2. Choke you. As far as on his partner’s body, uhhh. ASS AND THIGH MAN. Probably a biter.

C (cum): Inside. This is the kind of man that would knock you up and leave you without a trace and not a single child support payment. Worth it. Also it’s probably a bit of a power trip for him. (This one is a joke, he probably has a bit of a breeding kink though, regardless of his partner’s gender.)

D (dirty secret): Likes being soft dommed. Makes him feel loved and taken care of, not that he’d ever admit to something like that.

E (experienced): Again- canonical “ugly” chicken nugget. Tired of all these bitches saying he’s a fuckboy. This man has not ever gotten ass in his life and you know it. Not a “clueless” virgin by any means, he HAS the internet after all.

F (favorite position): Topping- Face down, ass up. Gives the man full access and once again, power trip. Bottoming- Mating press. Specifically for the sake of body worship.

G (goofy): I think Dabi is definitely serious, but like, still teasing? I can’t see him cracking any jokes, but what’s the point of railing/getting railed if you can’t smile about it?

H (hair): I am almost certain there is nothing down there. The rest of his burnt ass body is hairless, I don’t see it being any different down below.

I (intimacy): Depends on both his mood and stage in the relationship. If it’s towards the beginning / he’s in a bad mood, it would probably be less intimate and more rough. If it’s later in the relationship / he’s in a good (or vulnerable) mood, I can see him either being a lot softer and/or just being more intimate and involved in your experience.

J (jack off): Frustrated emotionally and no doubt sexually. No fucking WAY did he not used to take all that out on himself. Probably didn’t vibe with porn and just left things up to his imagination. Doesn’t like fake people.

K (kink): I see him having like…all the sadism related kinks. Like. All of them. The man wants POWER. Though if he’s bottoming, I think praise, body worship and bondage are all things he’d be into.

L (location): A N Y W H E R E. Horny man does not care about where. He could be undercover in public and still insist on fucking you up behind a dumpster.

M (motivation): When ISN’T he horny?? I can’t think of something that would specifically make him horny. He just IS.

N (no): Poly/Cucking/Cheating. He doesn’t share and doesn’t want to be shared. This man finally has something, SOMEONE of his own, he’s not letting anyone else lay their hands on you.

O (oral): Tongue piercing. Tongue. Piercing. Loves giving it almost as much as he loves receiving. Face fucking king.

P (pace): Topping- Fast and rough. Feels too vulnerable if he goes too slow or soft. Bottoming- SLOW AND SOFT. He’ll only bottom if he’s already vulnerable so taking good care of him is key.

Q (quickie): Loves ‘em. Horny man does not care when or where, just loves getting his dick wet.

R (risk): I think Dabi would probably be down to experiment, but not too much if it focuses on him losing control. Risks like doing it in public, however, he is always down to take.

S (stamina): He’s not super energetic or anything, but I can see him lasting for at least 5 minutes once it’s in 🤡. Otherwise his main act is foreplay. He makes up for the 5 minutes with the fact he can do back to back rounds.

T (toys): I feel like he wouldn’t be too interested in toys for himself, but wouldn’t mind using them to edge or overstim you.

U (unfair): this bitch teases SO MUCH. absolutely insufferable. will degrade and edge you >:/

V (volume): I don’t think he’s very loud, and his probably more of a growler. I think the only time I could actually get him to full on moan is if he was bottoming and was getting overstimed.

W (wild card): super sensitive nipples. playing with them while he’s overstimmed is a surefire way to get him crying.

X (X-ray): He has big dick energy but it’s not like the man has a footlong or something. I feel like his closer to 7-8in, which is still BIG. Jacob’s ladder obvi. That’s canon.

Y (yearning): His sex drive is SO high. Yet again i proclaim: Horny Man.

Z (Zzz): Probably doesn’t fall asleep immediately. He’d rather clean up soon so he can wake up comfortable and not all sticky. Plus aftercare takes a little while.

Dabi NSFW Alphabet

pairing: Dabi x gn!reader

mlm/nblm only

A/N: I wrote this awhile ago but never posted it, so here you go, finally!

Warnings: Sadism, overstim, possessiveness, mentions of pregnancy but it’s a joke

A (aftercare): I feel like Dabi, not being used to affection, wouldn’t be the best about it. At least in the beginning, there would either be none or you’d have to initiate it. I feel like later on he’d be a lot better, probably more cuddly, soft but few words of reassurance.

B (body part): Absolutely has self image issues. Look at the man, canonically people think he’s ugly. They’re wrong, but that’s what they think. I feel like his favorite part of himself would probably be his hands, because 1. POWER, FIRE, FUCK YOU. And 2. Choke you. As far as on his partner’s body, uhhh. ASS AND THIGH MAN. Probably a biter.

C (cum): Inside. This is the kind of man that would knock you up and leave you without a trace and not a single child support payment. Worth it. Also it’s probably a bit of a power trip for him. (This one is a joke, he probably has a bit of a breeding kink though, regardless of his partner’s gender.)

D (dirty secret): Likes being soft dommed. Makes him feel loved and taken care of, not that he’d ever admit to something like that.

E (experienced): Again- canonical “ugly” chicken nugget. Tired of all these bitches saying he’s a fuckboy. This man has not ever gotten ass in his life and you know it. Not a “clueless” virgin by any means, he HAS the internet after all.

F (favorite position): Topping- Face down, ass up. Gives the man full access and once again, power trip. Bottoming- Mating press. Specifically for the sake of body worship.

G (goofy): I think Dabi is definitely serious, but like, still teasing? I can’t see him cracking any jokes, but what’s the point of railing/getting railed if you can’t smile about it?

H (hair): I am almost certain there is nothing down there. The rest of his burnt ass body is hairless, I don’t see it being any different down below.

I (intimacy): Depends on both his mood and stage in the relationship. If it’s towards the beginning / he’s in a bad mood, it would probably be less intimate and more rough. If it’s later in the relationship / he’s in a good (or vulnerable) mood, I can see him either being a lot softer and/or just being more intimate and involved in your experience.

J (jack off): Frustrated emotionally and no doubt sexually. No fucking WAY did he not used to take all that out on himself. Probably didn’t vibe with porn and just left things up to his imagination. Doesn’t like fake people.

K (kink): I see him having like…all the sadism related kinks. Like. All of them. The man wants POWER. Though if he’s bottoming, I think praise, body worship and bondage are all things he’d be into.

L (location): A N Y W H E R E. Horny man does not care about where. He could be undercover in public and still insist on fucking you up behind a dumpster.

M (motivation): When ISN’T he horny?? I can’t think of something that would specifically make him horny. He just IS.

N (no): Poly/Cucking/Cheating. He doesn’t share and doesn’t want to be shared. This man finally has something, SOMEONE of his own, he’s not letting anyone else lay their hands on you.

O (oral): Tongue piercing. Tongue. Piercing. Loves giving it almost as much as he loves receiving. Face fucking king.

P (pace): Topping- Fast and rough. Feels too vulnerable if he goes too slow or soft. Bottoming- SLOW AND SOFT. He’ll only bottom if he’s already vulnerable so taking good care of him is key.

Q (quickie): Loves ‘em. Horny man does not care when or where, just loves getting his dick wet.

R (risk): I think Dabi would probably be down to experiment, but not too much if it focuses on him losing control. Risks like doing it in public, however, he is always down to take.

S (stamina): He’s not super energetic or anything, but I can see him lasting for at least 5 minutes once it’s in 🤡. Otherwise his main act is foreplay. He makes up for the 5 minutes with the fact he can do back to back rounds.

T (toys): I feel like he wouldn’t be too interested in toys for himself, but wouldn’t mind using them to edge or overstim you.

U (unfair): this bitch teases SO MUCH. absolutely insufferable. will degrade and edge you >:/

V (volume): I don’t think he’s very loud, and his probably more of a growler. I think the only time I could actually get him to full on moan is if he was bottoming and was getting overstimed.

W (wild card): super sensitive nipples. playing with them while he’s overstimmed is a surefire way to get him crying.

X (X-ray): He has big dick energy but it’s not like the man has a footlong or something. I feel like his closer to 7-8in, which is still BIG. Jacob’s ladder obvi. That’s canon.

Y (yearning): His sex drive is SO high. Yet again i proclaim: Horny Man.

Z (Zzz): Probably doesn’t fall asleep immediately. He’d rather clean up soon so he can wake up comfortable and not all sticky. Plus aftercare takes a little while.

Feels like i've been dropkicked, especially on my trans masc days

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GN and Male Readers when they read an X Reader story when no specification of the Reader's gender and sees the words like, "baby girl" and "princess":

Meow!

No gender specified

No warnings

Fluff

.-They see you on their couch with

Newborn cats-.

Siamese kittens (link)

.Katsuki bakugou.

~ He most likely got hungry in the middle of the night and started scavenging through the fridge

~ He grabbed chips and went in his living room but stopped when he saw a kitten at the end of his foot

~ Katsuki slowly picked up the kitten and walked towards his door seeing it was slightly open he slammed it and locked it

~ That’s when he saw you passed out on his very large bean bag chair with Siamese 6 kittens, one kitten biting your face and 2 others licking your hands the other 3 sleep

~ he grabbed the kittens and placed them in the bean bag chair while dragging you down his hallway to come sleep with him

Selkirk rex kittens (link)

.Kirishima eijirou.

(10 cats)

~ Kirishima didn’t go to sleep that night cause he was binge watching a tv show Mina had been talking about

~ He got startled when he heard a loud noise in his living room and a loud thud

~ after he builds up enough courage to go see what it was there was tiny meows at the edge of his door

~ He slowly open the door afraid to hurt whatever was at his door just to see a tiny kitten with curly hair

~ He picks the kitten up and walks towards his living room just to see you passed out in his couch with a bunch of curly haired kittens surrounding you

~ he tries to wake you but the kittens hiss at him all the hissing ended up walking you up as you woke up you grabbed all the kittens and placed them one by one on the couch covering them with a cover

~ Kirishima leads you to his room and you both fall asleep

Made by graveeyards 🧁

dry wells

summary: being dependable is hard when you have no one to fall back on. you learn that the hard way. aizawa is there to remind you that all you have to do is ask. 

word count: 3.0 k

pairing(s): aizawa shouta x reader

genre | includes: stress, comfort, sfw, gender neutral reader, poc friendly reader, one (1) swear word, brief self-deprecation

author’s note: this is my first work on here and it is purely self indulgent. i hope anyone who feels the same way gets some form of comfort and reassurance from this ! please let me know what you think ! also please ignore me mentioning in the heights in absolutely everything i do. i can’t help it lol

Shouta values functional relationships. Quality over quantity, as cliché as it is, is the bread and butter of his social interactions. His brunch meetups and nights on the town are few and far between, but, contrary to common belief, he enjoys them very much. He doesn’t spend extra time around people he dislikes, so if he’s doing anything, he does it with company he enjoys. It’s as simple as that. The amount of people that belong in his circle are small, and the number has been waning gradually over the years. Without question, his closest companions are Hizashi and Nemuri. As fed up as he acts with them, he leaves every moment with them feeling lighter.

Except for when they’re working. He’d never get used to their faculty room antics no matter how hard he tried. And they weren’t the only problem. There's just something about the fluorescent lighting in the school building that drains every ounce of energy from him. Factor all that in with less than 4 hours of sleep and problem children at every corner? Coffee never stood a chance. (That doesn’t mean he’ll stop trying.)

Yes, it was exhausting, but Shouta likes to think he’s got it all under control. At least he knows what to expect. By now, it’s routine; Nemuri gossips about student drama (“Kobayashi Mariko from one of the second year support classes cheated on their girlfriend with a business department third year”), Hizashi reacts at a volume louder than necessary (“You’re kidding. The poor girl must be crushed”), everyone hears and begins to chime in (“I thought they already broke up, I saw her with Kato Misaki from general studies at the mall last weekend” “Well, that doesn’t mean anything. People go to the mall with their friends all the time” “But they kissed” “Tell me you’re joking”), Shouta sighs a deep, aching sigh in preparation for the headache that's about to kick in, and less than a minute later, right on schedule, a low chuckle comes from beside him as you set down a cup of coffee and greet him with a cheeky, “good morning, sunshine”.

Living the life of a hero, constantly stepping out into the world unsure if he’d return, Shouta has come to be appreciative of the slight pleasures in his life. One of those pleasures is you. He couldn’t always afford the luxury of routine, yet there you always were. You were just enough joy to last the day. Gentle when the time calls for it; brutally honest when need be. Comfortable in your skin, you expressed yourself in the way you knew others would understand while being unapologetically yourself. When Shouta started working at UA, he’d shadowed you for a semester, learning your tips and tricks for nurturing the new generation of heroes. Despite graduating the year after him, you’d established an aura of authority and dependability that not even he could ignore. Long after he’d done the same, you still offered your services and assistance in whatever way you could. How you managed to take on other people’s workloads he’d never know, he just knew he was grateful for you. 

You were a different kind of teasing than Nemuri, a tamer happy than Hizashi. You were reliable in every sense and unwavering in your identity. Students flocked to you for advice as you undulated naturally between teacher and older sibling. You could easily take command of a room and just as quickly get everyone laughing. You stomped out defiance and made tiktok references in the same breath. Your presence brought relief; if you were here, everything would be figured out. Everyone just knew no matter what it is, (y/n)’s got it under control. 

So when you shuffled into the faculty room half an hour late, eyes puffy and bloodshot, your usual confidence nowhere in sight, Shouta did a double take. The other teachers were preoccupied with this week’s “tea” (he’d heard Ashido use the term alongside other colloquial phrases he was far too removed to understand) and had yet to notice you. Judging by how you’d flinched at a louder than necessary gasp, it was a good thing. 

What was normally a purposeful strut to the coffee station was now an aimless lumber. You changed course several times as if you’d forgotten the configuration of the room. Your arms were unsure as they unfolded and reached for the pot. From where he sat, Shouta could see your hands shake while pouring your coffee. They hovered over the countertop awkwardly as usual routine became foreign to your distracted mind. You clumsily spilled sugar and whimpered as creamer splashed over the rim of the cup. Your arm knocked over the nearly empty container of stirrers as you reached for napkins and it seemed to be the final straw. Blinking rapidly at the ceiling and taking shaky breaths did nothing to stop the silent tears from burning trails down your cheeks. You sniffled once, twice, and rubbed frantically at your eyes. Shouta wasn’t one for comfort, but leaving you to break down in a high school teacher’s lounge over a cup of coffee at 7:30 am didn’t sit quite right with him. As he stood to confront you (confront sounded violent and all too certain for what he was about to do. What exactly he was about to do, he had no clue), you let out a choked sob and escaped to the door, leaving the coffee and stirrers in disarray on the countertop. 

“What’s wrong with (y/n)?” someone asked, as you pushed past Vlad and made a mad dash to somewhere beyond the lounge’s field of vision. Shouta was too preoccupied with packing his files and following you to check who said it. 

Sometimes Shouta forgets that you’re also a stealth hero, but moments like this remind him (he says “moments like this” like this happens often. He wouldn’t be chasing after you if this wasn’t out of the ordinary- if he wasn’t concerned). You were fast and, by God, were you hard to find. It didn’t help that classes started in less than half an hour and the early-bird students had started wandering campus. At least this proved you were more than capable as a hero; even in your distress, you could blend into a crowd with ease. 

He chased your trail until you hit a quiet stairwell and collapsed into a heap of sorrow under the railing. Now that you were within reach, Shouta realized he honestly didn’t know what to do. Operating at night and dwelling in the shadows for the majority of his career, Shouta had broken up trafficking rings, rescued victims of abuse, and toppled organized crime circuits, but comforting his colleague was way above his pay grade. But there was very little about this profession that involved staying in one’s comfort zone. It was as he’d overheard All Might tell Problem Child #1 (they weren’t slick; neither of them could whisper very well, let alone keep secrets), a hero’s body moves before they think. So here he was, body in a forgotten stairwell, mind still in the teacher’s lounge 3 floors and a 5 minute cardio workout away.

He didn’t know how many times he had to say it, but you’d been nothing but dependable. He’d never once had to worry about you. If he thought back far enough, your few encounters with him as UA students served memories of the same. You came just after Hizashi and Nemuri on the list of people he could tolerate, but higher than them at the same time. He wasn’t sure why. 

You always called a cab for him after faculty bar crawls, regardless of whether or not he was sober. You were the first face he saw after the USJ incident at the beginning of the year. You’d often come to his apartment (now his room in the dorms) to keep him company while you both graded papers. Late into an evening of exasperated comments and mood-lightening jokes, you, without fail, would snatch away his stacks of papers and force him to sleep. By the time he woke up, they were graded and organized by student and subject. 

He… liked having you around. Not just because you did things to help him, it was more than that, Shouta just had no idea what else it was. Maybe it was that way that before he entered the cabs you called for him, you always demanded he text you to let you know he was home. It may be hidden in how you would grab his arm when he waved off your worry, and you’d look into the depths of his soul with searching eyes. “I’m serious, Shouta. Promise me,” and he would, because he could never lie to you. 

Maybe the answer lies within the time you told everyone to get rest as you stayed to listen to the nurses explain how to change his bandages when the Nomu left him bedbound. How, like clockwork, you’d knock on his front door, push him onto his couch, and ignore his protests to change the bandages he had been neglecting for school assignments and patrol. Had it been Hizashi, he wouldn’t have made it past the door. Don’t get him wrong, Hizashi is still Shouta’s closest friend, but neither of them would have lasted the period of time it took to properly unwrap, discard, disinfect, apply, and rewrap. It was probably because he knew you’d make it easier that Shouta let you stay. That was definitely it. And it was because he was comfortable around you that he gave you the second spare key to his room. That’s also why he let you detangle his hair while he slept and you finished grading papers under his kotatsu. You made him comfortable and he was grateful, that’s all. Had he ever done anything to pay you back? He was too young for his memory to fail him, so the answer was probably no.

That changed today.

Your shoulders shook more violently as time passed and it made Shouta realize how long he’d been lost in thoughts about you and that he was yet to actually help you. Trance now broken, he took a seat next to your trembling form and inhaled deeply before speaking. 

“Is it okay if I touch you?” stupid stupid stupid stupid why was that the first thing to come out of your mouth what the fuck they’re gonna say no and never speak to you agai-

You looked up abruptly, startling Shouta the slightest bit. You looked… awful. He wasn’t going to sugar coat it. Dried tears left tracks down your cheeks and fresh, hot ones made new trails right through them. Your eyes were hesitant- glossy and unfocused, lips etched in a wobbly frown. Your nose was running and your brows were pinched. Maybe this was more than Shouta signed up for. Before he could back away or call Nemuri or Hizashi for help, you scooted closer to him and wrapped your arms around his torso. When your wet face buried into his shoulder, Shouta sighed once again. When he asked if he could touch you he really only expected to put a consoling hand on your shoulder. Nevertheless, he wrapped his arms around your frame as you shook.

You both sat like that for a short while. No words were exchanged. Just you clinging to the fabric of his clothes and him holding you in place. You counted the dull thudding of your heartbeat. Somewhere in the back of your mind you acknowledged that it was beating in time with Shouta’s. At the calming realization that you weren’t alone, your hiccups slowed and reduced to occasional sniffles. That was good. You began to pull away, wiping at your face. That was not good. Shouta’s mind came to a record scratching halt. Why exactly was it not good? Sure he enjoyed having you in his arms but- no. He was going to stop there. This was much too dangerous a thought path to be going down. He was only here to comfort you. Let’s get back to that. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Shouta looked down at you, still somewhat curled into yourself. Curled into him.

You then sighed and straightened, “I don’t know what there is to talk about. I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s all just too much, I can’t catch a break,” your voice wobbled again for a moment and Shouta was afraid you’d cry again. You swallowed thickly before continuing.

“There’s too much going on and no time to address any of it. Things keep getting piled onto my plate, but I can’t sacrifice the rest of what has to be done. Crime is skyrocketing, we’re switching curriculums, I just got assigned to the Shie Hassaikai case, and my family is in town. On top of that, Hound Dog doesn’t have enough space in his schedule to accommodate the influx of students seeking help, so I’m the temporary counselor. I’m applying for grad school right now and once I start there’s no end in sight,” as you made yourself vulnerable in front of someone for the first time, your voice increased in pitch.

“Everyone is suffering and I feel like I’m the only one who can fix everything, but I can’t. And it frustrates me so much because I always fix everything, so there has to be something wrong with me if I can’t do it now. I’m tired, but I can’t be. I’m drowning but I have to make sure everyone else gets to shore first. I’m scared of letting everyone down.” There. It was all out. Your dirty laundry was out in the open. The words that hung heavy in the air brought clarity as they washed over Shouta like the eye drops you once had to force him to use. He watched in understanding as you sagged against the steps behind you.

Of course you felt like you couldn’t catch a break. You were doing everything for everyone all the time. Everyone could depend on you but who could you depend on? Shouta cursed himself internally for not picking up the signs earlier. He prides himself on his perceptiveness, but he couldn’t see that one of his closest companions was working themselves to the bone. He was doing a terrible job. But there would be time to berate himself later, you were his priority right now.

“There’s only so much one person can give. A well has no use when it’s run dry. It doesn’t make sense for you to do everything in the name of pleasing others. You’re entitled to being selfish. You can say no. Nobody will fault you for it. You are a good person regardless of whether or not you help whenever the opportunity arises. You’ve done more than enough to last several lifetimes. Everyone cannot rely on you all the time. You cannot shoulder everyone’s burdens. Don’t forget that you can ask for help too,” that was more than Shouta had said at once in at least a week. How special were you?

“Does that mean I’m allowed to rely on you?” you peeked at him from the corner of your eyes, trying to conceal… something. Was it hope? Relief? Admiration? Whatever it was, it made Shouta nervous. He looked away.

“Of course. We’re... coworkers. And you’ve always been helpful, it would be remiss of me not to return the favor,” his words left a soft smile on your face. He hadn’t done much, just told you what you needed to hear. You’d need time to internalize it, but you were already feeling more grounded. And this coworkers thing...

“Just coworkers? You don’t sound so sure,” you teased as the tell-tale glow of red eyes and floating hair from Shouta’s quirk accompanied a light dusting of red on the apples of his cheeks. 

He stood quickly, brushing the dirt from the stairs off of his pants, “Class starts in 10 minutes, you should get cleaned up.”

You chuckled (that was good) and stood beside him. Without a second thought, you grabbed his arm and began to walk in the direction of the faculty room. You didn’t teach during the first period of the day, but he still needed his folders.

“I will. I just wanted to escort my coworker to his classroom first,” you reply cheekily. The pep returned to your step and your heart felt lighter. The only evidence that you had been anything other than happy was the redness of your eyes and the wet splotches in Shouta’s shirt. It felt good to have someone to rely on so you let yourself indulge in the feeling a little longer. You leaned into him as you conversed about everything from lesson plans to the menu Lunch Rush posted for the day.

“That musical you like, In The Heights, they made it into a movie right?” Shouta blurted before he could stop himself. Stupid stupid stupid stupid-

“Yes, they did. Why?” you knew why. You could hardly conceal your smile.

“Would you like to see it this weekend? With me, I mean. We could get coffee after. You deserve the break. Or we could just grade papers because-”

“Because we’re just coworkers right?” you cut him off with a sly smirk as you came to a stop in front of the teacher’s lounge’s doors, “I’d love to. We’ll talk details later, yeah? Class starts in 2 minutes.”

“Okay,”

“Okay,” there was that hesitation in your eyes again. Before Shouta got the chance to analyze what it could have meant, you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek and turned on your heels. You were going to talk to Nezu about taking a break.

He couldn’t keep the small smile off his face if he tried.

— —

“-And I heard from Rokuda from 3-C who heard from Kobayashi from 3-E who was walking with Takane from 2-D that (y/n) kissed Aizawa in the hallways yesterday.”

“I heard it was a little more than that, I’m talking janitor’s closet” “No” “Don’t shoot the messenger. That’s what I heard from Tsukino from 2-B” “Oh my God”

As you slid the door open, Shouta in tow, you cocked a brow at the quick hushes and suspicious eye-contact from everyone in the room.

“Did I miss something?”

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messy handwriting

summary: it’s as you share a soft, fatigue-ridden look with your boyfriend, tag-teaming cheating on an assignment you put off for an entire month 5 hours before it’s due that you realize you have all the time in the world.

word count: 0.9 k

pairing(s): shinsou hitoshi x reader

genre | includes: drabble, fluff, sfw, established relationship, gender neutral reader, poc friendly reader, lots of swearing (im not sorry), barely proof-read, kind of rushed/bad writing

author’s note: i’m not going to say this was based off of a similar situation i found myself in 4 days ago, but that’s exactly what i’m saying (it’s not that bad, i started a week before school resumes, not the night before). the passage at the beginning is actually an excerpt from the book i had to read. it’s called the landscape of history by john lewis gaddis. its really dense, but a really interesting read! anyway, enjoy! let me know your thoughts <3

“The advantage of science, John Ziman has pointed out, is that it provides “a consensus of rational opinion over the widest possible field.” To be sure, we can’t expect the methods of science to work with equal precision, or to command comparably broad assent, when it comes to the study of human affairs-”

“What the fuck does this mean? Maybe if I read it again? Or rewrite it in easier words?”

A consensus (a general agreement) of rational (logical) opinion over the widest possible field (a lot of stuff???)

“And you have the audacity to tell me my handwriting is shit,” a large cup full of something akin to ambrosia cut off your view of your, admittedly messily written, study notes. How you managed to look grateful and spiteful at the same time, Hitoshi will never know. He simply chuckled while ducking underneath the straw wrapper you’d flicked at his head.

“Give me a break, at least I have an excuse. I’m on a time-crunch, you just never try,” your exasperation punctuated by the aggressive stabbing of your straw into the coffee he brought you. Caffeine and fatigue use your eyelids as a battleground as you struggle to stay awake. A beat passes to let you gather your motivation and then your attention shifts back to the assigned reading you put off all summer. The reading you had to have a 3 paragraph summary and analysis written for by tomorrowㅡscratch thatㅡby today.

You know, you know. Summer vacation is long and you could have easily allotted a couple of minutes a day to make progress, but there was just so much to do! Sero, Ashido, Jirou, and Iida’s birthdays were all during break and you finally got a switch so you could play Animal Crossing and everyone has a year and a half’s worth of progress on you so you had to spend several hours a day caring for your island and you also had to go on dates with Hitoshi and rearrange your dorm room 3 times and… and do everything that wasn’t your summer homework.

So here you are, the night before the start of the fall semester, trying to save yourself from Aizawa-sensei’s wrath. You can do it! Just finish this chapter, then reread it to understand what it means, then outline the summary, then write it all out, then erase half of it because it isn’t good enough, and oh fuck you cannot do this.

A muffled scream clawed its way up your throat, threatening to wake the dorms. If only you could stop time.

“I told you to start earlier,” Hitoshi mumbled into your leg from his seat on the floor, chastising you softly. It wasn’t that you were a bad student, both of you knew that, you were just susceptible to distraction. Everyone was. You were just used to being bailed out and let that get the better of you this time. Everyone in the class was assigned different parts of the book, so you couldn’t copy. Aizawa made sure of it. If you start the semester with a bad grade, there’s no chance at redemption. Maybe the consequences for this would be a good wake up call.

“And I didn’t listen.”

“You didn’t listen.”

The room went silent save for the ticking of your Totoro clock counting down the seconds to your inevitable doom. You groan again and flip back to the beginning of your notes to see if you can bullshit enough to at least pass the assignment. Maybe someone with a time-stopping quirk will wander onto campus and give me enough time to-

“Hey! Give me my notebook back. I don’t have time for your teasing- what are you doing?” your protests die down as you watch your boyfriend scribble in the margins of your notebook. Some things were underlined, others crossed out. Arrows connected points across the page until your notes transformed into a spider web of words.

“You’ve already identified the main idea, you just didn’t realize it. Here are the supporting ideas. You don’t have to go into a ton of detail, it’s just a summary. You start writing, I’ll read the rest,” Hitoshi slides the notebook back to you in exchange for the book.

“You don’t have to. I don’t want you dealing with the backlash of my poor decisions,” you try to argue weaky. Hitoshi loves you so subtly. So quietly that you’d miss it if you weren’t looking for it. His love was selfless in a way that exceeded just his blatant lack of self-preservation. As blunt as he was, as much as he played the part of aloof and uninterested, Hitoshi was never not acting in your best interest.

“I don’t have to, but I want to, so I am. Now stop talking and start writing,” you scoff at the way he tries to brush off how much he cares, but start to type nonetheless.

“I can’t believe you tried to say shit about my penmanship when yours is literal ass. I just spent the last 10 seconds trying to tell if that was the kanji for flower or death,” you chide as the clock strikes 3 am.

“I think that has less to do with legibility and more with your illiteracy,” Hitoshi peeks up from the book to roll his eyes at you. You feign an offended gasp that dissolves into a small smile.

It’s as you share a soft, fatigue-ridden look with your boyfriend, tag-teaming cheating on an assignment you put off for an entire month 5 hours before it’s due that you realize you have all the time in the world.

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(Aizawa x GN!Student! Reader [Platonic])

This was so awkward. You and your teacher, Shouta Aizawa. Stuck in a cramped, dim, mangy concrete box. Sometimes you really wished you had just stayed home. The dim flicker of the tiny light above you both drew your attention for a moment before you turned back to him. You were sitting behind him, his back to you, his long, raven hair slightly reflecting the light. It seemed so….. well… soft. You knew you shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. You seriously SERIOUSLY shouldn’t have. But you slowly took your hand, dragging it gently through his hair.

“Y/n.” The noise drew you out of your daydream, you hadn’t noticed how tense he had been since your hands first rolled through his soft locks. “What are you doing..?” To your surprise, he didn’t sound angry. More like, surprised or questioning. So, so innocent compared to his rough tone he used in class… “I uh… nothing sir I’m just….” You decided to just cut to the chase, screw all logic. You forgot outside the damn box. “Sir, can I play with your hair?” Silence. Your only response.

It was subtle but you noticed it, the way his shoulder slowly lowers from the soldiers they had been. “I suppose…. Since we are stuck in here for god knows how long…” You couldn’t help it- you smiled lightly. Hearing your teacher speak so…. Gently, so calmly and kindly. Maybe it was your fatherlessness or maybe it was the fact you had issues that rivalled Todoroki, either way you took this opportunity to the maximum.

The light from above shined, blindingly bright. The heads of your other teachers looking down on you. You slowly stood up, cramps in your legs as you grimaced brushing off all offers of help. He stood up too. Confidently, his attack-danger noodle now wrapped around his shoulders. “Shota! Nice hair!” The voice of present mic shouted excitedly to the tired teacher. He grumbled, evidentially tired. He slowly walked out of the now unsealed box, raven braids swishing in the wind, spattered with wild flowers you’d gathered on your patrol through the city with him. You’d remember- shitty and annoying but interesting experience- for a long time.

First time writing! Idk I’ve had this idea trailing around my head for a while and thought it was super cute (´∀｀*) okay ily hope u enjoyed : )

Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Just some cute tooth rotting fluff because I’m sad and lonely and need him to be real 😭

Tomura collapsed on his bed, his groans alarming you. You quickly got up, hurrying to his side. “Baby? What’s wrong?” You asked hurriedly, worried for your darlings health. He grumbled out a reply, something about the League being problematic. You quickly get up, scurrying around for things you new he’d love. You soon returned with a few cans of Monster and his Switch, animal crossing game card in hand. You stroll over sitting down next to him. “Hey Tomu! Can you tell me about your villagers again?” You knew how much he loved talking about his passions. Especially to you. He smiled his crooked smile that you adored so much. His one and only. His player 2.

BNHA x GN! AcneProne! Reader

I have so much damn acne what the flop 😭 to all my spotted darlings out there can I just say you are very pretty <3

ft. Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima and Tenya Iida

TW: Cussing

Izuku

Y/N : Izuku ! I can’t go out now ! I have spots !

Izuku : Oh ! Same ! :D

Y/N : Wait- what

Izuku, gesturing to his freckles : See ! I have spots too ! We’re matching :)

Bakugo

Y/N : Katsuki ! I can’t go out now dummy ! I have spots >:(

Bakugo, pulling out tubs of creams and moisturisers, shushing Y/N : Old hag made me pack these… Be grateful dammit >:(…. also you look hella cute with them so quit doubting yourself goddamit ! ! !

Shoto

Y/N : Shoto ! I can’t go out like this ! I have spots !

Shoto, putting on his shoes : So?

Y/N : W-well they’re not nice !

Shoto, confused : Why?

Y/N : ….. okay we’ll go out.

Kirishima

Y/N : Eiji ! I can’t go out like this ! I have spots !

Kiri Internally : SO MANLY SO MANLY SO MANLY-

Kiri : You look fine hun ! C’mon ! I think you look super manly ! And being brave is really manly too ! !

Iida

Y/N : Tenya ! I can’t go out like this ! I have spots !

Iida : Y/N ! My deepest apologies, however who on earth told you acne was a bad thing ? Whoever it was, was surely misguided, I must have a word with them ! Speaking of which I now of these ways to prevent and help acne…. *Insert Harvard level essay on skincare*

Part 2 currently in the works…. :P

Mr Compress who finds you in an alleyway, the pro heroes from the recent villain attack leaving you to rot alone, deep, crimson gashes on your sides.

Mr Compress who picks you up and takes you back to the base, thankful for the other league members being out.

Mr Compress who nursed you back to health, laying on his bed in a restful sleep, bandages neatly tied around your sides.

Mr Compress who watches you sleep, all in all slightly pleased with his handiwork, the ribbon he tied the bandages off with complimenting your figure nicely.

Mr Compress who leaves for a moment, surprised to find you awake in the next.

Mr Compress gently ushering you back to lay down to not cause further injury.

Mr Compress introducing himself, telling you he’s a villain.

Mr Compress, shocked at how you take it, simply thanking him for taking care of you, barely batting an eye at his confession.

Mr Compress, after a few days, letting you go after your well enough, snagging your number in the process.

“ Dear, would Thursday evening next week work for you? There’s a lovely spot downtown, I will escort you there. Do take care now, lovely. ”

What Type If Romantic Are They? - Aizawa & Mic

(GN! Reader)

Aizawa Shouta - Eraserhead

Old fashioned, but in a cute way

He’s the kind to bring you back flowers, pretty clothes and food! :3

Absolutely slow dances with you sometimes

When he can, he will cook for you! Nothing special but it’s the thought that counts! (Yes he does have a cat apron)

CUDDLES AND SPOONING ALL THE WAY

Prefers subtle or indoor dates :)

He lives for the line ‘Actions speak louder than words’

Silent but very snuggly and touchy (Like a cat)

He absolutely loves you for everything you are, your looks, personality, hobbies, likes and dislikes! <3

Hizashi Yamada - Present Mic

Almost the exact opposite of Aizawa

He LOVES showing you off

When you two became official? All over his radio show

He absolutely has an ‘I love my partner’ shirt and wears it un-ironically

Constantly plays music and WILL grab your arms and force you to dance with him

He loves outdoor dates, especially when he can show you off but every single one tends to end with you two in some secluded place, watching the sky and being cute :3

Hes touchy, he expresses his feelings through actions but also words.

Says the most sappy lovesick things known to man

“My My lovely, you look absolutely beautiful today I could just eat you up~” *Mic eyebrow wiggle™*

Sorry, he’s a terrible cook. Hopefully you can cook.

BUT! He’s just really good at TikTok recipes so good luck…..

Buys you SO MANY CUTE GIFTS!

Hes absolutely with the times so he gets what you like :) Not the classic flowers but PERSONALISED GIFTS! <3

Also, yes he did buy you a custom made body pillow of him.

Thx for reading <3

Some cute thoughts I think the MHA chars would do with their significant others! <3

Makes you slow dance with them : Aizawa, All Might, Present Mic, Iida, Bakugo, Mr Compress, Twice, Kiri, Midoriya

Plays hyperpop / upbeat / jazz and makes you dance with them : Present Mic, Sero, Denki, Kiri

They enjoy being the little spoon : Shoto, Iida, All Might, Shiggy, Dabi, Twice

Caressing your body non-sexually : Present Mic, Midoriya, Kiri, Shiggy ( With special gloves on), Aizawa, All Might, Mr Compress

Old Furniture from second hand stores / relatives : Aizawa, All Might, Dabi, Shiggy, Twice

Should I make more of these or write something based on one? Lemme know ! :)