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everyone but you

bakugou katsuki x reader

fluff I do in fact need comfort

Explosive, rude, loud, mean, and brash are all words others use to describe Bakugou Katsuki. You, however, find him to be the complete opposite of those words. It’s not that you’re blind to the way he acts with others but it’s the fact that you get to see other sides of him.

You get to see how gentle he is with stray cats on the street, how quiet he can be when he’s reading a romance manga in such a concentrated manner, and how soft spoken he can be when trying to communicate his feelings with you.

It’s as if everyone is looking at the night sky within a city and only gets to see the brightest of stars, the ones that stick out the most. But you, it’s as if you’re viewing the sky in a place distant from light pollution. You get to see every little star, you just get to see so much more. You’re the only one who gets to admire this precious view, it exists for only you.

It’s the way that everyone who smells the food he cooks always asks for a bite just to try it and it’s the way he always says no to them but you get a cute neatly packed bento filled with delicious food. You get cute sausages cut into octopuses, fruits in the shape of rabbits, and sticky notes with the words that encourage you written on them.

It’s the way that he actually speaks to you about his troubles. He allows himself to be vulnerable around you because he doesn’t feel the need to have a façade around you, he lets you see him just as he is. He doesn’t think he needs to seem strong around you all the time because he feels safe around you. He knows you’re a shoulder he can lean on without feeling weak, he feels stronger when he lets his worries out.

It’s also the way that he wants to seem reliable to you, he wants you to come to him when you have troubles. He wants you to lean on him as well. He wants you to feel safe around him. He wants you to let him take care of you. He doesn’t ever want you to think you’re a bother because you’re not, everyone else is a bother but you.

It’s the way that he gazes upon everyone with sharp glaring eyes that will make anyone think twice about approaching him but you get something completely different. You are looked at with the softest of expressions, gentle eyes that welcome you in and attentively look at you as if to make sure you’re okay.

It’s the way that he feels mild annoyance or indifference towards everyone automatically and is so uninterested in them. He feels as if his chest is about to burst when it comes to you, he cares so much and simply cannot contain his feelings towards you.

He hates everyone but you.

argyle is the person you want on your team in an apocalypse

LOOK AT THIS LOOK AT THIS:

WOODWORKING skills

COOKING skills

TRACKING skills

FORAGING SKILLS??!

GUYS????? argyle needs to and will hopefully become an integral, ESSENTIAL member of the big kids gang. he knows so much and this is only addressing his survival skills

in THIS HOUSE, we love argyle!!!

omg 364 leaks dropped

jeart

I just discovered your blog and I’m obsessed! 💕 and I wanted to know if there are any quotes you love/ live by?

thank you! but i have many but:

“Pretty ain’t face value. Pretty is an energy. It’s how you carry yourself” - Saweetie

“Dress like you might run into your worst enemy. Living with Fabulousity means putting your most empowered and confidence face forward any time you’re in the public. I truly believe that being pulled together gives you the confidence to handle anything. Because you feel prepared for whatever the world throws at you.” - Kimora Lee Simmons

“High demand items never go on sale”

“You’re your best investment”

“If you don’t try to be the biggest and baddest damn goddess you can be, you are selling yourself short” - Kimora Lee Simmons

“Her energy enters the room before she does. She is beautifully unforgettable.”

“Fabulosity. It’s a state if being.” -Kimora Lee Simmons

Random Izuku Midoriya Headcannons

I feel like he has a lot of notebooks, not just for heroes but for other things he's into.

I think he loves conspiracy theories and mysteries so at 3 in the morning Izuku and Shoto are just on the phone talking about different theories they like.

I also think he's a theater nerd, but I feel like his favorite musical would be Hamilton because in some ways I feel like he relates to Alexander.

I can see him building Lego sets in his free time

I feel like Izuku is the type of person to say sorry when it isn't his fault or not complain too much (same lmao)

So let's say that the class went out for lunch at some restaurant and Izuku ordered one thing and got something else.

He would not say anything

He doesn't want to bother the staff

(I may be self projecting here but eh🤷‍♀️)

I feel like the reason he doesn't listen to the adults when they tell him to back off on saving people when he knows he's hurt is so that he doesn't feel like a burden.

I feel like Pro hero Izuku would like dye his hair or sit in an Ice bath or do some random fun stuff for charity.

I honestly feel like I'm becoming a my hero blog. Anyways here's a short thing I came up with. Hope it wasn't too depressing 💚

I must be stopped

Every group got

• Sensible • Dumbass • Homosexual • Dork •

space themed dividers

୨୧┄┈୨୧‧⁺̣𔓘˚̣̣*̣̩𔓘 ‧͙°A𐌾𐌾n𐌼° ‧͙𔓘*̣̩˚̣̣𔓘⁺̣‧୨୧┈┈୨୧

requested by anon

"ur overthinking this"

bro i don't have any other type of thinking available

so thats why it's called the rainbow room...

#He’s the big brother she deserved

joseph quinn being scared he wouldn't play eddie right and then proceeding to slay the role, become the white boy of the year (TM), travelling the world, doing more press for stranger things than the whole main cast combined, making nerds and metalheads everywhere PROUD, getting a JACK BLACK shout-out, being constantly hyped by fucking METALLICA and then JAMMING WITH THEM AND HAVING THEM SIGN A GUITAR while remaining a super chill dude

I am going to CRY

and they were roommates… pt.1???

bakugo x reader

part 2 here

um hi, could you possibly do a Bakugou x witch reader if you already haven’t

Oh I been waiting for this one!! TURN IT UP

Bakugou:

- okay so first off

- He dresses like a hot jrpg character

- Gold jewelry

- Very detailed tattoos and markings

- His handwriting is super neat so whenever he writes on himself it looks professional

- He don’t do anything half assed

- If you ask what they mean he will have a different answer every time

- “Woa what do they mean?”

- “They are to keep weirdos from talking to me”

- “I was sold to a demon as a baby”

- “They help me tune out stupidity”

- He has a lot of fire runes and symbols on him

- Like he only goes to his Wiccan tattoo artist to get them done

- He made it witch hat himself

- It’s a typical big pointy hat but it has an orange sash and charms all around it from people he cares about

- He has one from deku when they were kids but if anyone asks he found it in the woods

- It’s a little allmight keychain

- His mom made his broom

- He puts skulls all over it to seem cooler

- Hear me out

- Enchanted gauntlets

- He has talisman and sigils all inside his hero costume

- Always grounds himself before missions

- Can’t have his focus be off

- His familiar is a bearded dragon with one red eye and one blue eye

- His name is Ignis

- Okay so he works with the element fire we already knew this he’s an Aries

- Surprisingly he specializes in healing

- He likes to cause explosions don’t get me wrong he excels in every area of his studies

- But when he can calm down he makes an excellent healer

- Did an internship with recovery girl to learn about medicine more

- Often forgets which herbs do what

- Always has spare healing salves and potions on him

- Mainly bc deku breaks his bones every other episode🤦🏿‍♂️

- Always has a satchel full of rosemary,fire salts, and tyme

- Smells like lavender and firewood

- Washes all his clothes with lavender too bc of the calming affect

- Favorite smokable herbs are weed ,skullcap, and st.johnswart

- He likes how relaxed they make him feel after a long day of studying

- Loves tea as well

- Will buy herbs in bulk to make a lot of tea

- Can actually make mugwort right

- Without making it taste too nasty or have a really bad trip

- Pro at astral projection

- Like he will go into peoples rooms at night and knock shit over to freak them out

- “Told you your dorm was haunted”

- His favorite area of study is definitely jinxes

- He does curse but that takes so much more energy and effort

- When you can just do something easy and ruin their day?

- Work smarter not harder

- Used the evil eye 24/7

- Like if he’s glaring at you for more than 10 seconds? Run.

- Put a spell on his middle finger to repel people SHSHDHD

- Not sure I can see him worshiping deity’s but like just working with them?

- He works with nature spirits and beings the most

- The fae love him bc he’s very clever and they can’t easily trick him

- Is pretty chill with elves too

- Worked briefly with Artemis and Freyja

- Still leaves them offerings on rare occasions

- His altar is the cleanest you’ll ever see

- His books are all organized and stacked on his shelves

- Routinely cleans and replaces offerings and candles once a week

- Cleanses with juniper biweekly

- Has not a drop of candle wax on the carpet

- He’s such a nerd

- He soaks up information like a sponge

- He’s read all of his books at least three times cover to cover and has all of them memorized

- His grimore is a huge leather bound book his mom got him when he was 7

- It had flames all over it and a key to unlock which he keeps around his neck

- Always sleeps with candles on

- Favorite holiday? Beltane and Samhain

- Will watch every witch movie ever made ever as tradition

- Dressed up as Nancy from the craft

- Okay so how you guys meet

- Your new a new exchange student

- You’re barely even acknowledging his presence until you get paired up for training

- Without even trying you guys work together perfectly

- He will approach you after class to talk about witchcraft

- “What’s your rising sign”

- Will 100% go back to his dorm and read your whole natal chart

- Just to roast you

- “I know Mercury is in retrograde but chill the fuck out”

- Dates to hole in the wall psychic stores

- Will buy you cute charms and tea

- Buy him candles

- He is ALWAYS running out

- Muscles ahi get after training? He has a soak already on your bed

- If you can cook you both are cooking together

- Making full moon cookies

- Will ask you for stuff to use as offerings

- At this point you just give him stuff you find

- He keeps them all

- That hag stone you found outside the dorms? His new necklace

- Buy him roses

- He will be so flustered if you do

- If you dry them out even better!

- Favorite herb to eat is thyme and Rosemary

- Puts that shit in everything

- He will take care of your plants when your busy

- No wilting on his watch

- Performing spells together!!!

- Like it’s so intimate to him

- Wearing each other’s clothing

- He will steal your jewelry and coats

- Your always wearing his hoodies

- “Hey shithead! You wanna go to this new library?”

- Y’all are that mean hot witch couple 👍🏿

Hawks, silently minding his own business: …

Dabi: Do you think if someone has a glow stick kind of quirk, their dick glows if it snaps?

Hawks: What?

Dabi: I want that. I want my dick to glow like a light stick if it snaps.

Hawks: I think you need more sleep.

since bakugou got his three roommates sero, kirishima and kaminari he barely ever has to open the door when you come over to his house. one of the three are always closer to the front door whenever you ring the bell. walking by, tidying the living room or wandering the kitchen.

every time you enter you’re bombarded with questions and compliments from the sweet men. “you look pretty yn.” “where’s he stealing you off to today?” “did you watch the latest episode?” “ah i think he’s in his room, dunno.”

and every time after you get through your conversations with each of your boyfriends roommates, the man of your dreams is always leaning against the doorway behind them all.

cross armed, looking you up and down with a down turned smile, his comfy grey joggers and a black tight t-shirt with ‘DYNAMIGHT’ printed on the left breast, his own merch. he’s got his slipper socks on his feet, a black and white pair you bought him last month and you can feel the burn of his gaze.

bakugou enjoys staring at you from afar. not in a creepy way or anything, you know he’s in the house and once you get distracted from talking to one of his friends you’ll notice him.

he’s so cute, the six foot four man is so cute to you. giving you a nod and a single wave of his hand. and then he’s back to crossing his arms across his chest. his big bulging muscles, the black fabric of his t-shirt hugging them deliciously.

it’s only once he’s noticed you’re completely distracted from talking to his friends, your talkative self suddenly becomes mute, he knows it’s time to save you.

“alright, fuck, go get your own girlfriends and stop botherin’ mine.”

the three men sigh and huff, spreading apart like the red sea so you can walk to your lover.

you give him a massive grin, always excited to see him after months of being together. you force the skip in your step to stop with the eight eyes on you but that doesn’t stop your arms from stretching out to warn him you’re coming in for a hug.

honestly, it warms his heart. he’s never had anybody in his life excited to see him. perhaps as a hero because they know he’s going to save their lives. but right now in his home and comfy clothes, you’re probably just gonna eat snacks, gossip and watch some netflix. and every single time you’re excited to see him like he’s about to save your life.

once you’re a metre away, your steps get bigger and katsuki’s arms widen to bring you to his chest. your arms slither around his waist and you stuff your head between his pecs, inhaling the unique scent of him.

“hey ‘ki. missed you.”

“didn’t you see him two days ago?”

“fuck off sparky,” he bites, then softer after kissing the top of your head, “missed you too baby.”

“so disgusting.”

“in the public areas of our home. go get a room.”

you turn back to smile, “you’re all just jealous. you want a hug from him too, don’t you?”

“baby,” katsuki warns, “let’s go to my room now.”

one by one each of bakugou’s roommates smile. sneakily walking towards you both with most mischievous look you’ve ever seen, “true, we’ve never had a hug like that before.”

the grin on your face matches the same one as his three friends behind you. he knows what’s about to happen before he can stop it.

“i don’t wanna fuckin’ hug you lot.” he spits, backing away and letting go of you in the process.

you pout and his eyes flick down to you immediately like you’re in danger, “what? you don’t wanna hug me?” you whine and he’s just falling into your trap, the boys behind him stifling their giggles.

“what the fuck? yeah course i do, baby,” and like he’s drawn to you he walks back to wrap his arms around you, “was talking about them fuck—,”

with a hmpf from katsuki and a giggle from you, three extra bodies circled around you both in massive cuddle. your head was trapped between hard chests and you could feel the rumble of annoyance radiate from katsuki.

“knew you’d be a good cuddler, k,” sero says, one arm tightly around you and his other around your boyfriend.

“nice and warm. we should do this more often,” kaminari mutters, his head leaning on katsuki’s shoulder.

it’s kirishima that squeezes you all together pressing your cheek into katsuki’s chest with a loud fluttering giggle. bakugou finds it hard to be mad when you sound like that against him, even with three more annoying men touching him.

“now this is a hug. i’ve never had a hug more manly than this,” kirishima chuckles and bakugou’s had just enough.

“three seconds to get off me before i blow you all up.”

“you gonna hurt me too?” and it’s humourous how easily he plays into your palm, meeting your rounded eyes and rubbing your back. it’s like you’re in your own world as his tone changes and his body softens.

“no not you baby. them.”

you only laugh again as katsuki lifts his head up, “get off me. now.”

his friends back away slowly, chorus of laughs and giggles from them all as katsuki spins on his heels and drags you behind him. you wave like the queen at them, “bye guys!”

Sometimes I just think abt this official art, y'know?

pictures that describe your relationship pt 2

bnha girls x fem reader

hagakure

toga

camie

kendo

fuyumi todoroki

sobbing. like fr tearing up.

please save me | shimura tenko

synopsis ↬ you save shimura tenko

warnings ↬ mentions of child abuse/neglect, all for one does not exist in this universe, reader makes references to "maternal/motherly" behavior although it’s gender neutral, mention of death

pairings ↬ young!tenko x parental figure!gn!reader (platonic!parent-son/teacher-student)

word count ↬ 4.9k i'm so sorry

a/n; this came to me after watching his origin story and seeing all those people ignore a helpless child...

A cold gust of wind caused a shiver to run through your spine as you briskly walked towards your destination. Taking care of the students at your elementary school drained your energy for the day; you barely had enough strength to walk. You thought about going home — everything you needed for your quirk was located there — but a loud grumble from your stomach ushered you to find food. As your shoes clicked against the sidewalk pavement, you watched as some students ran toward their parents, grandparents, or guardians.

A warm smile spread across your lips while you watched, reminding you why you loved your job. Overwhelming maternal instincts urged you to care for children, but the work of finding a suitable partner never seemed to end well. You had many offers and confessions, most of which you turned down. The ones you called your 'lover' showed their true sides eventually, and those relationships soon ended. You had a longing desire for a companion, someone that would stay by your side since it was rather lonely. Your work as a teacher seemed to fill that void for a while until you noticed your yearning started to grow.

While walking down the path to the nearest coffee shop, you notice a small figure. The person was a long distance away, and it would take a couple minutes for you to reach them. They seemed so small compared to the adults walking near them. Hunching their back as they stared at the ground, something wasn't right. You wondered if it had been one of your students and quickened your pace toward the mysterious person upon realizing it was a child. Pedestrians stared down at the boy, observing in horror before choosing to ignore him.

An older woman approached the child, whispering something to him before turning around and scurrying away. It was a confusing and strange sight. You couldn't fathom why civilians were ignoring him. Some completely turned around and moved in the opposite direction as the boy watched, stunned and unable to move. Others glanced at him, only to distance themselves and quickly move away as if he carried the plague. A few closed their eyes and pretended that the boy didn't exist.

As a few people walk and clear the street, you see an empty circle surrounding the child. Soon, you two are the only ones on the sidewalk. You can overhear a few loud chatters amongst a group of girls watching the boy and keeping their distance. It doesn't bother you one bit. You've grown accustomed to the whispers of others. The boy looks down the street with his back turned to you as he watches others turn away from him while intensely scratching his neck. Before you know it, you're standing directly behind him, but he doesn't seem to notice — as if he's lost in a trance.

By now, you're the only adult left on the street. You could sense something was wrong as you examined the boy's demeanor. He looked like he could be a student from your school, around five years old. His hair was a faded grayish-blue color. His clothing seemed tattered and dirty as if he had been wandering for a long time before you found him. The pitiful scene reminded you of your childhood traumas; memories of your parents and the orphanages returned after being suppressed for years. The excruciating feeling of abandonment caused you to feel a sense of pain as you watched the boy.

"Excuse me? Little boy..?" You call him in a soft tone. It was the same voice you used to console your students. Welcoming and warm, you tried not to scare the boy.

His head slowly turns around to the voice behind him. Although his expression was blank, you noticed his face contorted oddly at your tone. You reminded him of his mother, who turned to stone before disintegrating into dust before his eyes. He's unsure whether he should smile and seem friendly since it only made the older woman run away.

Still scratching at his neck, you can see dry pink wounds. No blood pours from his skin, although his flesh is nearly visible. The soles of his feet were calloused and covered in soot. He'd been walking alone for what seemed to be days or possibly weeks. His hands were bloody, but you presumed it wasn't his own blood. As he stared up at you, his scratching seemed to slow down.

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You inquired to the boy as he stared speechlessly. His expression was still blank. Blinking a few times, he was still too stunned to speak. In your experience, personally and as a teacher, you would've guessed the boy went through something traumatic.

"I... I..." The boy tried to speak, but he didn't know what to say. You watched as his mouth moved to form words. He wanted to say something, anything. The boy was too scared that another person would abandon him again.

His voice was low. You could barely hear his words with the noise of cars passing by. It was dry and hoarse like he hadn't used it in a long time. Maybe he's thirsty, you thought before digging through your purse and taking out a half-empty water bottle. He certainly looked like he needed more than only water. After screwing off the cap, you give it to the boy, whose eyes widen brightly at the gesture. The first sign of help he receives in a long time.

"I'm sorry, it's a bit warm and I drank some on the way here." Shyly smiling down at him, you watched as he carefully held the bottle with only four bloody fingers. The boy grasps the bottle and glances between you and the water in his hands. His expression seems a cross between perplexed and grateful. "Aren't you thirsty? It's okay, you can drink it."

He eagerly sips the water, drinking it until all the contents are gone — down to the last drop. The boy stares at you and the empty bottle as if he expects more of your gifts. Unfortunately, you didn't have anything else for him.

"My name is (Y/N), can you tell me your name?" You say while kneeling down at the boy until you're at eye level with him.

"S- Shim- Shimura... Ten- Tenko." Tenko's voice trembles as he speaks. Another chilly breeze causes the boy to quiver as you watch him. It's getting colder, and the sun is setting faster. You need to hurry.

"Tenko! What a wonderful name..!" Smiling affectionately at the boy, you try to get him to trust you before helping him — which proved easier than you thought. "Tenko, do you know where your parents are? Mama? Papa?"

He knows. The place where he killed them. A pile of stone and ash under the rubble of their home. Tenko's eyes start to water, and soon, tears pour from his dry eyes as his face distorts in a pained expression. He's tired of crying. Memories from that night started to flood his mind. He didn't mean to do it...

"I... ki- killed... them..." He stays silent. Only the sound of his crying comes out of his chest. Tenko expects you to run away, abandon him like everyone else has been doing. As you remain speechless, he feels a burst of guilt through his body. He waits for you to leave him. Your stillness doesn't even give him anxiety.

At first, you thought he was lying, but Tenko wished it was all just a bad dream. Maybe they abandoned him, or he was lost. A small child that seemed too weak to protect himself, could kill his own parents? He stares down at his bloody hands. You were right. It's not his blood. In a world full of people with powerful quirks, children would inevitably hurt themselves or their loved ones. As time passes, his cries become louder and hysterical. His mouth opens as if he wants to scream, but only weak noises and unintelligible words come out of his mouth.

"Tenko..." You whisper to the child to try and soothe him before reaching out to hold his hand. The dried blood sticks to your skin for a brief moment, but you don't mind — after all, it's not the first time. His hysterical crying stops shortly as the flashbacks of his parents' death stop. Tenko's hands recoil from yours, dropping the empty bottle to the concrete as he stares at you in horror.

The tips of your fingers begin to crumble, turning into a lifeless gray color before becoming dust and sprinkling the ground. Suddenly, all his itching comes back. Worsening to nearly every inch of skin on his body. He did it again. All he can do is destroy. The only person that offered to help him would turn to dust, just like his family. He was useless, only harming people close to him. Unworthy and undeserving of love. You weren’t fazed compared to the boy whose traumas were reawakened.

Tenko collapses backward before landing on his bum, scratching his neck as he watches intently. He thinks you'll start screaming, running away, or lifting your hand to strike him, but you don't. You aren't moving, only watching and completely unbothered. Perhaps you are already dead and lifeless. Everything he touches dies. Why did it hurt to see you crumble?

Then, as if it's magic, the decaying stops. Skin and bones that were once gray and hard returned to their original color. The flesh in your hand grows back to normal like nothing happened.

"Is this your quirk, Tenko?" His scratching stops. He stares dumbfoundedly at your hand in disbelief. Although he is still a bit shaken, he answers.

"Y- Yes..." Tenko isn't quite sure what a quirk is, but, after being alone for a few days, he learns about his destructiveness.

You give Tenko a warm smile and offer the boy a helping hand. He's too scared to hold it, afraid he'll kill the only person that has treated him nicely. Upon noticing his demeanor, you decide to reassure him.

"I should've asked about it before scaring you, honey. I'm sorry, don't worry. My quirk is immunity. After I come in contact with a quirk, I am immune to it." Your quirk wasn't the most intriguing, but it came in handy when dealing with children whose quirks were still hard to control. Tenko seemed confused as you spoke, so you changed your wording until he understood. "If you touch me again, I'll be fine." You explained while beaming down at the boy.

Your immunity quirk always seemed difficult to explain to people. It was complex. It only worked with quirk-types that were close-range and didn't cause much damage. To use it, you need the life source from a living being such as plants, animals, and humans. Taking a being's energy usually resulted in their death. You learned this the hard way. It would become lifeless; the last time you used it on a human, they looked almost mummified — dried up like a raisin in the sun. Eventually, they would turn to dust as all the life drained from their bodies. Perhaps you weren't scared of Tenko's quirk because yours was more or less the same.

After taking energy, you could use it for your immunity and even healing. You can regrow limbs and other wounds, just like now with Tenko. When your energy was full, you could even use it on others to heal them, something you did with your students almost every day. However, you could never use it on humans or animals, not anymore. In the past, you would only use it to defend yourself but the overwhelming feeling of guilt eroded your morality as you watched your victims turn to dust.

The boy's trembling hands hold yours, half expecting you to turn into stone like his family and half elated that you were still intact.

"See? I'm okay... You won't hurt me. Don't be scared..." You hold his other hand and lift him up, he stumbles a bit before finding his balance.

Tenko's legs weakly support him from falling, he seems extremely malnourished and weak. His diet consisted of random trash and unfinished food from the garbage of local restaurants. Some days, he would sleep in alleys hungry as his stomach would painfully rumble. His limbs are so frail; without his quirk, he would be utterly defenseless. Another cold gust of wind causes him to shiver, and you realize that the sun had been setting fast. It was almost dark out, there was no way that you would leave him alone.

It would have been wiser to send him to a police station or a hero on patrol. But, if he had been walking alone for days, could you trust them to care for him? You saw them, the passersby who ignored the little boy. He must've encountered a police officer or a hero at some point, but of course, there were more things important than a missing child. What would the police do? Send him to an orphanage when he clearly seemed traumatized and had a strong quirk that could easily harm others. You experienced this first-hand.

You weren't sure why he seemed so traumatized. He didn't look like a murderer — but his bloody fingers say otherwise. He needed help and guidance. You've seen children like him before. Broken and lost souls who have endured unbearable pain and lash out at others because they're scared. Nobody is there to defend them. Nobody wants to protect them.

"W- Will you punish m- me..?" His question breaks you from your long thought. Tenko's still holding your hands and staring up at you with big doe eyes, pleading for you not to abandon him.

"And why would I do that?"

"B- Because I did a bad thing and I hur- hurt my family..." Sniffling, his head hangs low in shame and guilt. Some of his tears hit the dry concrete pavement. Your hands released his. For a second, he thinks he has scared you away. Until he notices your hand reaching for his head. As you watch him flinch, you think he's been beaten before. It was until he felt the pads of your fingers caress the pale blue locks that he finally relaxed.

"I won't punish you, Tenko," He eases into your touch as you move the hair out of his face in a motherly manner. "You must've been through a lot..." His sniffling stops as you finish your sentence. You examine his scars and terribly cracked skin. You're too weak to heal him in your current state. "Do you want to come home with me? We can have dinner and stay warm. It's getting colder now..."

Tenko shyly nodded up at you. He was extremely eager to finally receive help. A home? It's been a long time since he's seen a warm bed and eaten home-cooked meals. His stomach roared a bit, a sign that he was getting hungry. You chuckled softly before responding.

"Alright, let's go... My car should be close by here." You held his tiny hand in your palm as you escorted him to your car. He stuck close to your body like glue.

After walking for some time, you would occasionally glance down at the child who aimlessly followed you. Noticing his bare feet on the pavement of the ground, you were a bit worried that he might scratch his feet while walking on the gravel. You offered to hold him in your arms until you reached the car; you swore, for a brief moment, his eyes lit up excitedly. When you hoisted the boy into your arms bridal style, he snuggled closer to your body, desperately wanting to feel the embrace of another being.

When you reached the car, you quickly unlocked the passenger door and strapped him inside a child car seat — you figured that you needed to buy it after becoming a teacher for emergencies such as this. The drive home was quiet; you tried talking to the boy and becoming familiar with him, but it seemed he trusted you already. A few minutes passed before you noticed him sleeping. His soft snores echoed through the car quietly.

After parking near your apartment complex, you exited the car and tried waking him. After a few attempts, he finally woke up to see your figure looming over his before smiling down at him. Tenko still seemed a bit tired. It had been a long time since he finally had a comfortable place to stay. You decided to carry the child into your building, craddling him in your arms. A few of the other tenants gave you some strange glances as they saw you with the helpless child, but none of them dared to question you. It's not like you minded their behavior too much. The life in your arms was your only priority.

As you led him inside your apartment, you placed him on his feet; you didn't care about the dirt he tracked on your floors. You watched as he marveled at the various house plants that decorated your home, so green and luscious. Snake plants, pothoses, and peace lilies were only some of the greenery that filled your apartment. For as long as you remember, you've had a fondness for plants after deciding to only use your quirk for good. Placing your fingertips on some of your plants, you absorbed all of their life energy since you would need it for your quirk later. Tenko failed to see some of the plants you touched wilt as he was mesmerized by the rich and lively nature in your home.

"Tenko, let's go wash up first, okay? Then we can eat and relax." You say after gaining enough energy to heal some of his wounds and scars.

You grasp his hand and take him to your bathroom. After putting a stool under the sink, you help hoist his body to the counter. Tenko stares at himself in the mirror, not recognizing himself anymore. Cracked skin and deep scars cover his face. His pale blue hair nearly frightens him. At this moment, he realizes he's become a ghost of who he used to be.

"Everything okay, honey?" You ask while holding his shoulder and rubbing smooth circles into his back.

"My skin..." His shaky voice barely allows him to say an audible sentence. He hasn't scratched his sore body in a while, but seeing it in a mirror makes his skin itch again.

"I'll take care of it, don't worry... how about we wash our hands first?" He brings his hands to the sink while you turn on the faucet and pump drops of soap into his palms.

Your hands intertwine as you help him wash the blood until his skin is clean. The red liquid flows down the drain, and memories of his parents' death slowly vanish as well. Somehow, the feeling of sticky blood touching your skin doesn't faze you. Your hands have been soiled by the blood of your victims; it doesn't matter how often you wash them, it still lingers.

When you're done, you turn him around to face you. Your fingertips only graze his skin lightly, but soon, the dry spots on his face begin to heal. Although some of his scarrings are still visible, they begin to fade and blend in with his skin. Some of his skin retains the same texture, and his eyelids and eyebags are still cracked, although most of his face is healed. A few specks of black hair peak through his sky blue hair. Once satisfied, you turn the boy around to face the mirror.

"Do you feel any better?" Tenko's eyes widened in shock. His skin, now soft and supple, was healed. Some dryness remained in some areas and a few scars were still visible, but he didn't complain. You didn't notice the black pigment in his hair too much, he did. Giving you a joyous toothy smile, he was the complete opposite of his quiet demeanor.

"It doesn't itch anymore, y- you fixed it... Thank you..." Turning around, he gave you a big hug and nearly engulfed your body with his slender arms.

"You're welcome, Tenko." You chuckled before hugging him back warmly. When you tried to pull away, he only held you tighter.

"Come on, I'll wash you up and heal the rest of your wounds." Tenko nods as you disappear briefly to a nearby closet. You retrieve an old pajama set you intended to gift one of your students, but you figured Tenko needed it more.

He smiled brightly upon seeing you hold his pajamas, wanting to change out of his old clothes. Tenko enjoyed the warm water against his skin during his bath. His muscles eased into your hold. You needed to change the water a few times as you cleaned him since it quickly turned a murky, brown color.

He tried holding some of the toys you placed in the bath for him, but, when he wasn't careful, the toy would turn to stone before falling into the water. Every time it happened, he would become saddened; his puppy eyes always made you tear up. You would quickly distract him by giving him a few tickles on his sides until the bathroom walls filled with his laughter. After his bath, you healed his scars and itchy skin with your quirk and some moisturizer created by your friend, Mitsuki, with her Glycerin quirk.

Dinner was quite stressful when deciding what to feed the boy. You wanted to make him a big hearty meal since he desperately needed nutrition. But as you watch the hungry boy follow you closely, you decide to make a simple chicken soup. Adding carrots, onions, pasta, potatoes, and chicken to your flavorful stock, the aroma filled your apartment. After you filled his bowl with dinner, he eagerly ate and drank all of its contents; you gladly gave him more servings and observed as he indulged before eating.

After eating, you excuse yourself to clean up and let the boy explore your apartment more. However, Tenko seemed adamant about staying close to you, clinging to your legs and hips as he watched you wash the plates and stack them to dry.

"Do you... need help?" He offered while watching you meticulously clean up the mess from dinner. Of course, you declined.

"No, I'm fine, Tenko. Besides, you need to rest soon." You didn't want to tire him out, although his meal gave him more energy. You also couldn't risk him disintegrating some of your expensive porcelain plates.

As you fiddled with the plates on your counter, you felt him release his hold on your leg and move elsewhere in your kitchen. He stopped at a bouquet of red roses and eyed up the flowers. They were a gift from someone who tried to court you recently. The relationship eventually fizzled out. You completely forgot about the flowers that were surprisingly still in good shape. A brief vision of Tenko playing in a backyard crosses your mind; he's carefree, running around and smiling without worrying about his quirk.

Tenko tries to carefully pull a rose from your bouquet. He releases a wince as thorns prick his dainty fingers. Trying to feel the petals of the rose, all five of his fingers accidentally touched the rose at once. Soon, the flower begins to wilt and decay, turning into gray dust in his palms until a few petals and parts of its stem remain. His whimpers break you from your daydreams as you rush over to him and leave the rest of the plates to dry.

"Tenko... What happened?" You whisper to him after seeing the dead flower in his hands. Kneeling down and wrapping your arm around his waist, he finally responds.

"I'm sorry... I just wanted to look... I didn't mean to break it..." While he speaks, more tears swell up in his glossy eyes.

"Tenko..." You whisper while holding another rose from the bouquet. "I realized something. You and I are the same." As you touch the flower, it begins to wilt as well. You take all of its meager life energy while Tenko watches you repeat the same action he does.

"T- The same?"

"Yes, our quirks..." His gaze shifts from the dead plant in your hand to your face. "I grow flowers because I don't want to use my quirk to hurt people anymore. I know you feel guilty, but it's not your fault... I'm not mad."

Your words only cause a fraction of his pains to disappear. You notice that he still feels horrible about ruining your roses. Standing up, you reach for an old box in the corner of your kitchen. He watches you open the lid and pull out a pair of gloves and a wooden beaded necklace. You kneel down to his height before handing him the items.

"When I was your age, I used to have problems with my quirk too. These helped me." The gloves block contact with living things you didn't want to take energy from. While the necklace canceled out your quirk from appearing whenever you did not want to use it.

Tenko slips the gloves around his hands while you put the necklace around his neck. They both fit perfectly. You wonder if this encounter was fate or luck.

"They can stop you from using your quirk until you learn to control it." He tries to touch a random cup in the room and is amazed to see that the object is still intact. You decide to take the gloves from him and keep him wearing the necklace. "Look at the time... I think it's time for you to head to sleep now."

Placing the gloves on the counter, you take him to your bedroom. His eyes examined the whole apartment as you walked with him. Full of curiosity, he glanced over every detail. Once you stopped in front of your door, Tenko stopped.

"This is my room. You can come in here whenever you'd like." You say before pointing to a room adjacent to yours. You unlocked the door and tried showing him inside. "This is your room. My friends usually sleep here, but you can have it if you'd like." The boy started shaking his head and clinging to your hips again before speaking.

"N- No... Can I sleep in your bed... with you..?" He sheepishly asked while peering up at you; Tenko's eyes pleaded; he wouldn't take no for an answer.

You give in and carry him to your bedroom. Perhaps he should stay with you, just in case something happens while you're away. As you sit on the end of your bed, he climbs into your lap and refuses to move. Tenko's mouth moves as he tries to find the words to complete a sentence. You brush some of his hair away from his face while staring into his crimson eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you need something, sweetie..?"

"Why d- did you rescue me?" For a moment, his eyes become glossy again. Regardless of the happiness he's shown you today, his emotional state was as fragile as glass.

"You know... there was a time when I was scared and alone." His ears perked up as he listened. Your childhood pains flooded into your mind again. "I used my quirk for bad things. I even hurt people I cared about. I was confused and didn't have anyone to guide me..."

His head rests on your chest, just above your beating heart — a reminder that you were a living human who didn't succumb to his quirk. After pausing for a second, you continue once seeing the boy become intrigued by your story.

"You were alone for a long time, right? You thought nobody would save you and wondered why the world forgot about you? I know that feeling too..." His eyes brimmed with tears before they cascaded down his cheeks and dampened his shirt. "I'm sorry the heroes were too busy, and others ignored you..."

A few drops of his tears spilled onto your shirt, but you didn't mind too much. Deciding to let him release his emotions instead of keeping them inside, you allowed him to cry out all of his pain. While kneading his shoulder, you thought about what would happen next. Thankfully tomorrow was the weekend, but you had to call in soon and take some vacation days.

Tenko needed clothes and other things for him to use, but you two could share for the time being. Although you were a bit wary, you would have to take him to a nearby police station soon. He seemed really attached to you; sending him to an orphanage would be extremely dangerous. You were the only one who could handle his quirk.

"I can take care of you if you'd like." For a long time, you've always had a soft spot for children who endured a similar upbringing. There were always a few in the classes you taught. You couldn't help but give them extra attention. "Will you let me raise you? I can help you control your quirk and learn to master it..."

Tenko eagerly nods as he wraps his arms around your neck. You hear him mumble a few words as you gently caress his back. The boy melts into your touch; again, he doesn't want to release you from his hold.

As a few seconds pass, you feel him tug at your shirt and whisper your name.

"...thank you for saving me."

- 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 | touya todoroki x reader

a/n: my submission for @sakusins & @scandescent’s after you’ve read angst collab! be sure to check out the other works submitted and follow along with the masterlist as it updates, a lot of super talented writers put a ton of love into their pieces (´∀｀)♡

cw: a classic sickfic, hurt/comfort, mentions of nausea and vomiting, soft touya supremacy | wc: 2.1k

“The fuck happened here?” 

Climbing through your fire escape, Touya cautiously observes the scene before him. 

Your shaky and damp body spreads out across the tiny sofa of your living room. You lay turned on your side, arms and legs pathetically flailing off of the furniture and into the air as you whine in discomfort. He notices an empty bowl on the ground next to you, along with a half-drank glass of now room-temperature water and a blanket that’s been carelessly discarded to the side. 

“Sorry,” you manage to moan out, “Think m’sick.”

Touya comically stands before you, taking in your pale and sticky frame as it hangs off of the couch, “Yeah, I gathered that.”

He waits for a snark response, for you to tell him to fuck off or try to throw him back out onto the street, but he’s met with silence as you fester on the couch. He notices your body slightly shaking, though your skin appears to be clammy to the touch. 

“How long have you been—” his voice trails off, using a hand to briefly gesture to your limp and weakened state, “—Like this?”

He barely registers your voice when it comes out in a quiet rasp, “Dunno, can’t remember.”

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Friendships with BNHA school students part 1/?

Sitting here thinking about how I’d interact with the BNHA characters. Friendships!

Bakugou: the first time I shifted, I flipped him off. Every time I see him we fight over something stupid. It’s not your typical hate friendship either. He’ll bully me over my fear of lightning (my quirk) and I’ll call him out on the dumb actions he’d do. I found out he can be overprotective in his own way. There was a moment where he dragged me out of my room by carrying me down the steps and me struggling. Though it was harsh, he told me to stop moving unless I wanted him to dropped me. He had a GRIP on me, in a way I like to think as protectiveness. Still a shithead though. 

Deku: I haven’t got to really meet meet him but I see him as a peacemaker when Bakugou and I fight. I’d get along with his brain storming. While he talks in gibberish, I put together what he says (Vice versa) Green boi imo would be the biggest sweetheart and protective. 

Todoroki: Never really seen Todoroki, only once. He shut up an argument with Bakugou by saying we act like a married couple. (Love angry boi but no) I feel like I’d be able to sit in silence with him without having to force myself to talk. Maybe even eat noodles with him and watch a show.

Denki: I went shopping one time with him and I’m pretty sure the kid showed up in a pikachu costume. I’d love to see what would happen if I gave him one of my Monster drinks. Very hyper sparky boy? Yes please. Absolutely chaotic when I’m around him. Purposely going around and shocking people to see their hair poof up. And pranks. LOTS of pranks with him.

Kirishima: This sweet kid helped me with my fear of lightning. He bought me a pair of noise canceling headphones in my FAVORITE color just because he felt bad. Also has saved me from getting kill by bomb boy. Blushes a lot with affection. If I did work out, he’d definitely be my go to work out buddy. even after finding out the real me, he still cared for me like it was nothing.

Sero: I feel like sero would be the type to skate. I have a skateboard that I used and if I were close with him I’d for sure skate with him. Hope to interact with him more soon.

Mina: this chick would definitely try to get me all dress up. Gossips a lot. Legit was in my face about who I was when I met her. I’m not the type to dress up however I wouldn’t mind picking outfits out with her or go shopping. Hype but laid back.





im the hot ones anon and the depth u provided for bakugous insight is crazy good so i have a followup!! there’s a buzzfeed/jubilee style yt channel called odg that has kid centric content (you probably are familiar im sorry if im womansplaining!!!!) and i just. ph!bakugou talking to kids. its so easy to just write him off in that fanon characterised way yk short tempered hates kids hates everyone- but i think he really connects with kids? the videos im thinking of are the like “kids review ____’s career” and i think it would be interesting for bakugou to self reflect on his hero career in that way yk?

i do know odg ! i watch them with kpop idols and it’s always so sweet, especially the shinee one and some of the kids weren’t even born yet ANDDD i have in my rules i don’t do kids asks but this slides bc it’s not readers or bkg’s kid lmao and i think this is a fun idea to talk about so let’s gooooooooo (i could go SO IN DEPTH WITH THIS ILL TRY GET TO THE POINT LMAO)

kids review dynamight’s career !! (1.9k)

cw: none! cute stuff, kinda long (will wc it later)

okay i think in bkg’s general life he’s only around children on the job? like he’s got fans that are lil kids and sometimes they see him on the street. they’d always say hi to him and point saying “mr dynamight!” and i’m so convinced bakugou does not change his voice for kids, he doesn’t have a baby voice for them, just speaks in his normal gruff voice and the kids don’t mind lol because it’s like he’s in character like he is on tv. he’d always bend down a little for a high five and rub their heads with a tiny smile. aside from fanservicey work he doesn’t talk to kids much but he doesn’t mind them.

so for the interview it would be bakugou in the middle, a computer in front, a little eight year old and a five year old. comments awhing saying how cute he looks, how one kid is literally the size of his arm and he’s so much bigger than them. and lots of shots of all three of them looking to the producers for what’s next wide eyed like puppies LMAO. but anyways BEFORE THAT when bakugou would walk in with a little bow, the kids automatically are awhed by how big he is and the eight year old gasps recognising him.

bakugou gives a breathy chuckle at the reaction, in his long sleeved black henley top and simple jeans, setting himself down between them both. he shakes both of their hands and says “nice to meet you guys, my name is bakugou katsuki.” the five year old only being able to grab two of his fingers, a wide smile on his face missing a couple teeth and the other eight year old is still flabbergasted, head nodding rapidly at the introduction. then the two boys say their own names, the five year old with a little stutter to which bakugou nods to like he’s listening intently and the eight year old stutters too but out of pure nervousness.

“what d’you think i do?” bakugou asks on script, rubbing his hands together and looking between them both. and i feel like in their society with someone as massively built as bakugou you’re already assuming he does some type of hero work? like the man has muscles everywhere and looks like he could pick up tons of people at once.

the five year old speaks first, “are you a police man?” and he shakes his head with a deep chuckle, eyes squinting a little at the boy, “nah, i do just a little more than that.” then turns to the eight year old who’s eyes are gleaming at bakugou like he’s a god, “what about you kid?”

“y-you’re pro hero lord explosion murder dynamight, debuted officially at 18 years old and currently number two on the charts.”

“damn you know your stuff, don’t you?” and bakugou is consciously holding back his swearing, opting for damns instead of holy fucks and stuff instead of shit. he gives the older boy a teethy smile and playfully nudges his arm very lightly, watching the boy curl on himself in slight embarrassment from giving so much detail.

then he turns to talk to them both, “like little man here said, i’m a pro hero and yeah, i’ve been doing this for nearly seven years now. seven years since i got my proper licence.” and bakugou himself looks like he’s reminiscing even just mentioning how long he’s been doing this for and he shakes himself back to reality, “today we’re gonna go through my career, showin’ you some pics and videos of me doing my thing.”

the five year old speaks up, clocking onto what’s being said, “you’re a hero?” and his eyes widen like saucers, “s’you fight bad guys? beat dem all up?”

“yeah, i try my best to. sometimes i get help from my friends and we do it all together,” he says softly and it reminds him of when he was his age, watching heroes on the news and just being amazed.

when the first picture pops up onto the computer, bakugou’s about to ask his scripted question till he feels the five year old softly palming his thigh. “i can’t see!” he mumbles, trying to climb his thigh to get closer to the screen and the producers are on their feet to move the boy off him and tilt the screen so they can all see better but bakugou quickly just waves them off.

“d’you wanna sit on my lap? d’you think you can see then?” he peers down at the kid, asking for permission and when the kid nods with a little “yes please,” bakugou slides his hands under his arms and plops him on his lap. the child grins, the light from the screen glowing on his round cheeks. without meaning to, the eight year old on bakugou’s other side feels a little left out so he presses himself closer into his arm and for the rest of the interview they’re all stuck together talking amongst themselves.

“so do you boys know who these two losers are?” bakugou asks, an candid image of him, todoroki and midoriya in their hero uniforms. they’re all mid running and it’s a pretty sick shot he thinks. the boys both ignore the word losers, nodding their heads and both leaning in to get a better look.

“dat one’s deku!” says the youngest and the oldest chips in with “and that’s shoto, half hot half cold.”

bakugou clicks his tongue in disbelief, quirking an eyebrow, “so you know the green haired idiot but you didn’t know who i am?” he says to the youngest with a frown and the kid looks up at him with the shiniest widest eyes like he’s in trouble. slowly like a balloon deflating, katsuki’s frown becomes a smile and both kids begin bubbling with laughter.

the next image was what reporters would call a victory image. it was so very dramatic. a scene of dusty rubble and broken buildings, a dark sky and front and centre was bakugou with a man on his back, another on his shoulder and a woman in his arms. his uniform was torn across the centre revealing the thick bloody gash underneath and he only had one gauntlet left on. it’s an image bakugou’s seen a lot in his career and every time it evokes the same emotion. hard, painful disappointment.

but the seven year old beside him doesn’t react the same, he’s almost bouncing with excitement looking at it, pure adoration looping through his features with glowing cheeks. bakugou introduces the image and he finds it hard to hide his negativity. with a low stormy look in his eyes, “this was a mission from two years ago. it-it didn’t go as well as my team hoped and we lost a lot of people that day.”

bakugou assumed the studio would get quiet, staff would begin to mumble behind the cameras and the kids pull away from him in disgust. but they don’t, the seven year old can barely hold in his thoughts, “this fight was insane! you looked so cool! me and my friends watched it together and they thought you wouldn’t come out but i knew you would! and you did with so many people! it was so crazy!”

and both bakugou’s eyebrows raise at that, and he needs to remind himself he’s speaking to kids. not government officials forcing statistics down his throat. “that’s what it looks like kid, but more people died-passed away-than we expected-“

“but look how many people you saved! and there was more than just the people in the picture! i remember the clips afterwards!” he cuts in and his eyes are practically gleaming at bakugou, little hands holding onto his knees as his legs swing on the chair.

bakugou doesn’t know what to say back to him, because it’s true he did also save more people than he expected that day too. the littlest one on his lap chips in too, “you look so big and strong mr dynamight.” and he holds up both his arms like he’s a weightlifter, trying to tense his little biceps with a cute playful smile. and the smile is infectious because one creeps up onto bakugou’s face too.

“you two aren’t too bad, are you?”

and lastly it’s a red carpet image of bakugou in a tuxedo and his arm around you in an expensive glittery floor length dress. it’s a gorgeous image, bakugou staring down at you whilst you’re mid laughter with a palm on his chest.

all three of the boys eyes are fixated on the image, mostly on you. and it’s like bakugou regresses into a smug teenage boy at the picture, forgetting to include the details of where you both were. “that’s my girl. pretty ain’t she?”

and the two boys hum in unison, the youngest poking you on the screen with a tiny fat finger, “yes very pretty.” and the eight year old is mumbling a little, “yeah she is.”

bakugou grins, his hand reaching up to play with his chain you bought him around his neck, “her name is yn. she’s been with me through it all, since the beginning. i love her a lot.” bakugou twists a question to them, “who do you guys love in your life?”

“my mumma!” the little one on his lap shouts and bakugou nods along with him.

“i love my mum too. how ‘bout you?”

and the seven year old looks a little nervous, leaning even closer to katsuki like he’s about to tell a deep secret, “i love this girl in my class. i haven’t told her yet though.” he looks down at his hands at the end, embarrassed at his admission.

bakugou chuckles in his head but plays along with him, “you gotta tell her kid or someone else will tell her and she’ll like them back. don’t be a-“ and bakugou thinks of a more child appropriate term for pussy, “scaredy-cat.”

and the youngest one becomes a parrot, “tell her!”

bakugou holds up his pinky finger to the boy, “promise me you’ll tell her. good heroes always share how they feel.” and it’s like the boy was rejuvenated, energy sweeping into his limbs as he sits up straight to link pinky fingers.

“promise!”

outtakes include:

bakugou at the beginning explaining his quirk and how it works, mentioning how it also makes him smell sweet like caramel and the youngest asking with owlish eyes, “can i smell?” (not even can i see but smell?) and bakugou replies with a slight smile, “‘m not gonna let you stick your head in my armpit, sorry kid.”

and after seeing the image of bakugou with a huge long gash on his chest, both boys ask to see the scar now and bakugou’s looking off camera to see if he should and with a nod from producers, he lifts his top up and both boys go “ooooooo”. then they ask so so politely if they can touch it, “does it hurt mr dynamight?” and bakugou plays with them, letting out a groan when they poke it and deeply chuckles when they flinch away thinking they hurt him, “only jokin’ it doesn’t hurt anymore. my girl loves it, thinks it makes me look cool.” and the boys nod along like bakugou’s personal bobble head supporters, “it does!” “you do look cool mr dynamight!”

Funniest moment in all of Stranger Things.

“sorry! wrong number” prank on your boyfriend

ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

telling your boyfriend “i just paid $200 for air in the tires— is that normal??”

ft. izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijiro kirishima, hanta sero

| Eri-chan