Katsuki Bakugo X Reader - Blog Posts

katsuki and his sleepy, grouchy, wild-haired little girl in the morning 🥺 she stumbles after him into the kitchen and smushes her face into his thigh, whining out a grumpy hmm! sound when he tries to shake her off.

it's only when he asks her, "y'want somethin' to eat?" that she finally peeks up at him, eyes barely open and pout fat. she draws back enough to accept the slice of banana he offers before wrapping her arms around his leg and dipping down to hide again.

katsuki snickers, unable to help himself when she makes another frustrated sound and turns back up to him, mouth open like a baby bird. "what a brat, just like y'r mama."

she stomps on his toes, at that, muffling her full-mouthed laugh into his sweatpants.

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Authors Note: This is a collaboration with a dear friend of mine, @katscki! Together we each wrote pieces about Bakugo regarding the topic of grinding, so make sure you check hers out!! Find @katscki’s version here: When Sparks Fly

Bakugo Katsuki x F!Reader

Description: Bakugo had been trying to keep it together after eyeing you all night from how perfect you looked for him however he couldn’t resist. In a way it was ironic, how the both of you were virgins but couldn’t keep your hands off each other. 

Rating: Smut

Disclaimer: Dry Humping, Inexperienced Katsuki + Reader, Virgin Katsuki + Reader, Begging, Edging (if you squint), Dirty Talk, Pet Names

Word Count: 1,862

Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List

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You were just so fucking pretty. 

Bakugo could barely keep his eyes off you, watching as you sat so pretty in your powder blue dress, cheering the loudest for him in the crowd when he walked onto the stage. It was just a small ceremony, celebrating what felt like minor accomplishments to him in his career as a pro hero. But not to you, you were so proud of him, all dolled up for the occasion in support of your boyfriend. 

“I’m so proud of you, Katsu, next thing you know you’ll be accepting the reward for the number one hero,” you stated confidently, enjoying the comfort of your own home after having just been in a loud celebration. Now you sat comfortably on Bakugo’s lap on the edge of your shared bed, nails gently raking his scalp. 

Bakugo felt lost, brain nothing but mush as you showered him with compliments and endearment the whole day, still in your pretty dress that showed off every curve he loved so dearly. Both of you were tired from the long day, not even bothering to take off your clothes before crawling into bed to be wrapped in each other's arms. He still was in his hero outfit, although both his mask and gauntlets had been thrown haphazardly on the floor. 

“Baby,” he rasped, hands gripping the soft flesh of your ass to position you strategically on one of his legs. “Fuck, why do you make me feel like this.”

Your boyfriend was quick to lock his lips with your own, tongues grazing each other between several hot kisses of which Bakugo made sure to nibble at your bottom lip leaving it slightly swollen. You moan into the kiss, hands gripping onto his hair with a slight tug that had him jerking his hips up into the air. 

It surprised you how sloppy the kiss was, your boyfriend acting desperate with the way his hands roamed your body, squeezing and groping anything in it's reach. You and Katsuki had known each other for many years, but hadn’t dated until recently due to Katsuki’s adamancy about his dream being the only goal he could handle in his life. But he was just so fucking in love with you, in one overwhelming moment he spilled his feelings which lead to lead to your current relationship, barely being able to keep your hands off each other after dating for three months. 

Both of you had never had sex before, never really going farther then the first date, the inexperience obvious from how turned on the two of you were from the simplest of touches, but with each other it was like a switched flipped. 

He huffs, using his strength to push you down on his thigh, bouncing his leg in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure that ran straight to your cunt, already becoming soaked from the tension that is being built between the two of you.

“Katsu,” you panted, pulling away from the kiss despite his protests but never stopping the harsh grinds on his thigh. “I want you, want you so bad Katsuki.” Your tone was almost desperate, practically begging him to fuck you as you moved your hips quickly, humping his for any sort of pleasure.

He smirked, tensing his thighs so your clit could drag against his rigid knee causing you to cry out and grip his hair with more force. “I dunno, I don’t think you’ll be able to handle me pretty” he groaned, feeling his achy cock strain painfully against the rough material of his hero suites pants. He was sporting a hard on all night thanks to your pretty outfit and support. 

“You won't be able to take me,pussy's too fucking tight for that,” Bakugo whispered, petting your head as he went in to lap at your neck. You whined at his response, practically jumping on his thigh now with a pout on your face. 

“’Suki please, I can do it, please!” But he simply shook his head, pulling off your dress in one motion leaving you in just your panties. “No bra, huh? So fucking dirty.”

The sight of your breast bare to him has Bakugo drooling, quickly moving his head from your neck to toy with your pretty nipples. “No baby, I wanna prep you a couple times before you can take me,” he murmured, lapping at the sensitive exposed flesh. 

You moaned louder, feeling yourself get closer to your high from he pleasurable grinding but it seemed your boyfriend had other plans. He gripped your waist and lifted you easily from his thigh to his lap, where you could feel in excruciating detail the shape of his cock, twitching painfully as it made contact with your pussy through the layers of clothes. 

“Mmn, go ahead pretty, hump my fuckin’ cock,” he growled out, one hand continuing to play with your tit while the other made its way to your panties, just barely reaching below the fabric to grope your ass and lift it up and down, guiding you on his dick. “Want you to ride me just like this when you get the real thing, right?” 

You could only moan in response, loosing yourself in the feeling of clumsily grinding on the imprint of his fat dick, leaving a wet spot on both his pants and your panties. 

Bakugo couldn’t lie and say he didn’t feel just as desperate, mind buzzing from your moans and that hot wet feeling on his crotch. He wanted to so badly take you up on your offer and fuck your tiny cunt until he left you ruined, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to handle all of him. He wanted you to be properly stretched and prepared so when he finally sunk into your tight heat there would be nothing but bliss for the both of you. 

For now, he was satisfied with the way you gasped whenever his cockhead catches that soaking hole of yours. You gripped the orange straps of his hero suite to ground yourself form the feeling, working hard to keep up the pleasere but failing miserably from how hard your thighs were shaking. You were so close, right on edge from your boyfriend’s clothed cock.

“Gonna cum ‘Suki!” You warned, ready to let go but it seemed Bakugo had other plans, large hands grabbing your waist to still you on his lap where he could feel your desperate cunt twitch from being so close. You cried at his actions, whining as you tried your hardest to continue to grind although you were no match for his strength. 

“Relax before the only thing I let you grind on is my hand. Better yet I’ll leave you high and dry, is that what you want?”

You instantly shook your head, tears welling up in the side of your eyes due to how sensitive you felt, even the light touches of Bakugo’s heavy hands on your thighs had you involuntarily twitching. He knew his threats were empty, he was just as needy and leaving you would have been just as much of a punishment to himself. 

Bakugo lace a hand under each thigh, picking you up and laying you flat on your back on the bed before quickly getting onto of you. By instinct your wrapped your legs around him which caused him to smirk. “How bad you want this baby?” He whispered, fingers tracing the outline of your soaking cunt through your panties. 

“So bad ‘Suki so fucking bad!” You cried out, lifting your hips in attempt to get more friction but he only pulled his hand away and slapped your thigh as a warning. “Please, please...”

“Please what? Tell me baby, tell me what you want.” Bakugo grinned at the view, his pretty girlfriends all disheveled and desperate. With his hand still holding your down he leaned down and placed a feather like kiss on your pussy. 

You cried, the small action causing your head to be thrown back and let out a string of moans. “I wanna cum, Katsu please! I wanna cum so bad, make me cum ‘Suki!” 

That’s all it took for Bakugo’s resolve to snap and him position himself above you so he can ground himself on your soaked panties, licking his lips from faintest taste of you lingering on his mouth. 

“Fuck baby, so fucking pretty, huh? God damnnit!” He groaned, rutting into you with vigor, bruise-like grip on your thighs to hold them up for his brutal thrusts. “Looked so fuckin’ sexy in that tight little dress, promise you baby one day Imma fuck this pretty cunt so good your never be able to cum without me, I’ll fucking ruin it for anyone but me,” Bakugo growled, leaning down to place hot opened mouth kisses on your tits, taking the time to leave bite marks all over. 

Bakugo knew sex was supposed to be pleasurable, but he didn’t know it would overtake every one of his senses. Had him feeling like he needed to be wrapped in your velvety walls, needed to take everything you had to give him, needed to pound you nice and good until you looked at no one but him. 

“C-Cumming! ‘M cumming, cum for me ‘suki I wanna feel you cum.” 

Bakugo’s resolve quickly crurmbles at your words, humping frantically when he feels you com undone through your underwear, pretty hole twitching as you gush through the fabric from your orgasm. His name leaves leave your lips and your body shakes, eyes quickly rolling to the back of your head from the pleasure. 

The louder you moaned the harder he humped you, his body heavy on yours as he leans his weight ontop of you, pinning you as he babbles how close he was. He gives a final loud gasp, his hips stuttering and head coming to rest on your shoulder as he whines from making amess in his pants. He cums for a long time, only adding to the wet stain on his pants as he wastes his hot cum. You free on of your hands from under him to place it on his still throbbing dick, rubbing it slightly to encourage him to let it all out. 

Bakugo weakly thrusts against your palm even after he stopped cumming, humming from the added pleasure you gave him. Quietly, he pushes himself away from you to grab the sides of your head and force you to face him instead of watching his bobbing cock in his pants. 

“You saw that stain baby? All for you. Every last fucking drop belongs to you, pretty,” Bakugo kisses you once more, this time softer so you could feel the meaning of his words. “You’re my first and you’re sure as hell gonna be my last, ‘m fucking yours and you better say your mine.” 

Your chest feels warm from his words, it was hard for Bakugo to talk openly about his emotions, which is why he preferred actions rather then words, but this time he had opened up just a little, even if it wasn’t as innocent as most people would expect. 

“I’m yours, Katuski, all yours.” 

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Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List 

 Authors Note: Again! This is a collab so be sure to check out my dearest Amelia’s version of grinding / dry humping (linked at the top of this post) and don’t forget to show some love! Hope you enjoyed <3  Tag List: @katscki​, @libidinous-weeb​

im such a sucker for exes to lovers stories, like i have plenty ideas of fics but theyre all exes to lovers and i dont wanna be too repetitive but girl i need a tsukishima and bakugou and even maybe dabi exes to lovers, but like i already have too exes to lovers stories ongoing rn help

have some texts w bakugo except its canon bakugo while i study

HEY YALL ITS MY BDAY TODAY!! im officially 18

as yall have noticed i have a huge obsession w exes to lovers and i really wanna do on w bakugo LMAO

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

Stop it I'm fucking sobbing 😭😭❤️ The blessing of having messes to clean, of having someone to hold and love and cherish.

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that’s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f—for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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Do I want a mirror above my bed now 👀 Uhhhh....amazon??....🫠

Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.

“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.

He shifts his hips and your eyes cross. Katsuki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “That’s really fucking sad.” He withdraws from your body, hips sticky with your mixed arousal and slams into you with enough force to jostle you up the bed. Your lips part on a silent scream, your reflection in the mirror above Katsuki’s bed mocking you. His head blocks your view as he drags his tongue across your parted lips, dipping it inside of your mouth to coax you into a kiss.

Katsuki savors every shift in your expression. Gaze trained on the way your lips tremble each time he bumps into your g spot. The way your brows twitch downward when he grinds his cock into the sensitive, gummy walls. “Can’t believe no one has ever reached your g spot,” he laughs. He adjusts you slowly, lifting your thighs from around his waist to perch them on his shoulders. His weight sinks you into the mattress like this his cock reaching somewhere even deeper.

“This—” he smirks near your ear, grasping the fleshy lobe between his teeth as he cups your ass to hold you steady, his cock catches on something inside of you, a place that feels weird and sensitive, that has your legs threatening to kick out “—is your cervix, angel.”

Your lids flutter and Katsuki tuts. “Eyes open, baby,” he warns, words shaky. “Look at yourself,” he reminds you and your eyes immediately rise to the mirror on his ceiling, you can barely focus on anything but the bruising of your pussy under Katsuki’s fucking but your expression becomes burned into your brain. “You look so good getting good dick,” he laughs. “Fucked out and adorable.”

Some sort of your brain registers that you’ve scratched red marks into he pale skin of Katsuki’s back. That you can see the shifting muscles of his back with each of his thrusts. That you have a perfect view of his tight ass and the way those muscles flex. But in the forefront of your mind you can only hear Katsuki’s words.

“Good dick has you glowing,” he gloats. And you have to agree. You look good spread under him, eyes hazy and lips parted to gulp air into your lungs. “My dick has you glowing.”

You can only whine your agreement. You don’t think you’ve ever looked this debauched or felt this sexy getting fucked but once again Katsuki takes a first you don’t even know existed. You’re creaming around his cock before you even notice it and his pace barely even falters. He fucks you right through it words of encouragement whispered into your neck.

You lock eyes with your reflection and you swear it winks back at you. Finally, we’re getting the dick we deserve, echoes in your mind but you’re too cock drunk to decipher whether it’s a conscious thought or not. All you know is you agree.

Agghhhhh all I can think about is Bakugou having a newborn and wanting to let his partner get some rest cause they've been with baby almost solo all during the day for the past 2 weeks, so he brings Baby Bakugou to work with him....

IN A BABY BJORN.

And Bakugou isn't gonna care because he's stable in his mindset as a man cause we ain't got time for toxic masculinity. He knows who he is and that's a Father now and a caring partner.

Just shows up to the workplace, strapped in with a orange, green and black Bjorn because of course, 'Dynamite' . Gotta represent properly like a badass.

Newborn sleeping against his chest as he has his baby's diaper bag on his back, a backpack and not a sling shoulder bag because "I ain't trying to ware out my neck and shoulders dumbasses".

Everyone coming over to see the new addition and he tells them that if they wake up his baby he'll kill them and make sure they can't go out in the field for 2 months.

Some of the sidekicks getting a kick out of "Soft Daddy Dynamite" vs "I'll Kick Your Ass Dynamite"

Just

*screech*

Is it my baby fever acting up? I think so 🥺🙌🏻🥰🧡💚🖤❤🖤💚🧡

Bark Over Bite

(Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Summary: Bakugou has a run in with your Pomeranian who is a little more like him than looks alone.

Warning: Fluff

You should've known getting a stubborn headed dog would've been the end of you and your nerves. Ever since you rescued him from the pound as a puppy he'd always been getting into trouble, sure he adored you and protected you, but he was just a small ball of rage and emotion too. He barely came up to your knees so you always kept him on a harness when out walking, so how could you have lost him!?

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"It seems Pro Heros Red Riot and Ground Zero have arrived on scene! Hopefully they can stop this Villian before he destroys all of downtown!" The news reporter called out, standing down the street from where a Villian was attacking the city. "Let's go Shitty Hair!" Bakugou called, using his quirk to launch him over to where the Villian was. "Right behind you BakuBro!" Kirishima grinned, rushing after his friend as they engaged into the Villian. "Im getting tired of your bullshit," Bakugou exclaimed, bringing his fist down on the Villians head who was busy looking elsewhere. It brought him to the ground where he stood up dizzy, his eyes finally zoning in on the two men, "I'll always be here to fight for the injust-" the Villian cut himself off by screaming, hoping around. "Uh, what are we watching?" Kiri wondered, scratching the back of his head in confusion. "GET HIM OFF!" The Villian cried, tears falling out of his eyes pathetically as he turned and a small, blonde, and fluffy Pomeranian was biting his butt. "That's not something you see everyday," Bakugou smirked, crossing his arms as Kirishima went to take the mutt off the dude.

After the man was taken away, both Pros stared at the small dog who seemed to glare back at them. "Aw, he's kind cute." Kirishima grinned, kneeling down to pet the dog who seemed to turn his head up in annoyance, "heh, seems like he could care less about you shitty hair," "Hey that's a little harsh dude," "Just leave the mutt and let's go," Bakugou groaned, turning to leave but the dog walked infront of him and sat down, now staring them down, "eh? The hell do you want?" Bakugou snided, eyebrow raised. "Maybe he's lost, we should return him," Kirishima gushed, picking up the dog who let out a low growl at being held, let alone touched. "Why would we do that?" "Oh come on BakuBro, it's the least we could do after he beat the Villian," Kirishima waved the dog in his face, both blondes looking annoyned with one another, a glare on their face. "Whatever, if it gets rid of the dog faster," "Alright! Super manly dude!" Kirishima handed him the dog, now they were both definitely annoyed.

Kirishima looked at the dogs red and orange striped collar, an ID tag hanging with silver writing on it. "His collar says his name is Dai," "Ha, stupid name for a short stupid mutt," Bakugou cackled, but quickly yelped in pain with Dai sank his fangs into the Hero. "DUMB SHITTY ASS MUTT!" Bakugou yelled, dropping the dog who simply landed on his paws and began walking down the street. "Hey wait up small man! It's not safe for you to wander on your own!" Kirishima called, grabbing Bakugou and began to pull him after the dog. "Why do we have to chase the stupid ass mutt!?"

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You huffed as you searched everywhere Dai could've gone. Sitting on a bench in the park you sighed, "I knew I should've gotten the double harness," this wasn't the first time he'd gotten out, but he's never been gone this long. He usually finds his way back after a few minutes. "Dai if you come back you can have all the bell peppers you want," you promised outloud. It didn't seem to work though because your little blonde best friend didn't come running out of anywhere. You groaned, standing up and began trekking down the street, "when I find you, you're in so much trouble you little shit,"

~~

Kirishima and Bakugou peered around the corner Dai had gone, now noticing the dog had stopped and was starting at the vegetable booth that was part of the street markets, the bell peppers all Dai was looking at. "What is he doing? It's freaking me out," Bakugou mumbled, Kirishima chuckled at him. Walking over Kirishima squatted down next to the dog who seemed to just side glance him, "You like peppers? You're a strange dog you know that little man?" Dai suddenly jumped up and grabbed a bell pepper from the stand and took off running, right over Bakugous foot in the process. "Hey you little shit get back here!" Bakugou yelled, chasing after the dog while Kirishima was left to deal with the angry booth seller.

Bakugou followed Dai through the park where he finally grabbed ahold of the dog, holding him at arms length by the scruff. "Alright ya little fucker, I'm so over this. Where is your owner so I can kick their ass for letting you behave like this," he growled at the dog who growled back before Dais ears picked up, his head turning at the sound of your voice.

"Dai! Please come home!" You called, now worried something happened to him. Dai bit Bakugou on the hand making him drop Dai again who jumped through the bushes and into you, causing both of you to topple over.

Feeling something wet on your cheek you opened your eye to see Dai licking your cheek. "Dai! I'm so glad you're alright!" You cheered, picking up the tail wagging ball of fluff who barked greeting you. "Do it again and I'll get you neutered," you growled, the dog seeming to sweat drop at your change of tone. "Hey you dumb extra! If that's your shitty mutt I have a few choice words for you!" Bakugou stomped through the bushes only to freeze when your (e/c) eyes met his red ones. "Oh hello. I'm sorry, did Dai give you a hard time today?" You asked, attitude changing while standing up with Dai in your arms.

You brushed the leaves off yourself and then Dai, turning your attention to the tall blonde infront of you. "U-uh well," Bakugou stuttered out, at a loss for words. As a grown man he couldn't deny that you were gorgeous, even if you did have dirt on you from where Dai had just tackled you. "He's a little fireball, I'm sorry if he gave you trouble again, he usually comes back if he wanders off so I'm glad someone was kind enough to look after him," you giggled, walking a little closer to the pink cheeked Hero.

"Its whatever, just keep a better eye on your mutt," he growled out, turning his head away to avoid your (e/c) eyes that seemed to be staring into his soul. Your eyes trailed his figure, and you couldn't deny he was a vision. You knew there was a reason you picked Dai that day at the rescue. "Is there anyway I can repay you for looking after Dai? I mean a Hero of your status returning a dog to their owner. You deserve some type of reward," you seemed to be even closer now and Bakugou had to gulp down the saliva that seemed to pool into his mouth, trying to find words. "Well, I guess some food wouldn't hurt." He grumbled, turning to look at you who was beaming back at the Explosion Hero.

"Great! I know this awesome curry place, if that's alright?" You suggested, placing Dai on the ground with his harness back around him. "I guess that'll be alright," Bakugou agreed, you reaching forward to take his hand into yours. Your family and friends always said you were straight forward to the point.

"Follow me!" You cheered, almost pulling the two blonde males down the sidewalk. "Hey at least let me change first shitty woman!" Bakugou called out, Dai growling back at him for being rude. He latched onto Bakugou who yelled in pain, you turning around and laughing at the sight, "I see you gained his favor real quick," "GET THIS SHITTY MUTT OFF ME!"

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Just some short fluff for my Fawns~! Let me know if you have anything specific you wanna see! I'm always looking for new material to write about!

YALL HELP. I WANT TO FIND A SMALL READ TITLED "VOICE" I BELIEVE AND IT WAS A BAKUGOU KATSUKI ONE. I CANT FIND IT AGAIN AND MY PHONE RESTARTED BEFORE I CAN HEART IT. YALL HELP ME S.O.S THE READER ADORES HIM AND HE CANT STAND HOW MUCH SHE TALKS AND SHE HAS A SKETCH BOOK FULL OF SKETCHES OF HIM S.O.S

Until The End

Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader

Warning: Angst, characrer death, dark themes talked about, hurt, fluff *more at the end*,

Summary: How do you move on when your childhood love has left you behind, with your one year old child too.

How long had it been? A day? A week? Time had seemed to slip by at different speeds ever since that night.

It seemed like any other day where you kissed Katsuki goodbye on his way out the door, your son Katsu giggling as he waved bye-bye to his father, "Bye-bye!" He cheered, Katsuki smirking and placing a kiss on his sons forehead, "Look after your Mama for me little man, Papa will be back tonight," you could only laugh and wish him luck and to be safe out on patrol, "I will, don't worry, I'll be back tonight and we can talk about how we're gonna take the little bud to our special place, that sound good, huh Blossom?" You beamed and nodded, leaning up for one last kiss goodbye. Katsuki turned and walked down the stairs to his car, though he couldn't help but turn and look at you two one last time, an actual smiling rising to his face. He waved once more before getting in and driving away in his car, honking a final goodbye like he did every morning.

Yet things would never be like every morning again.

Katsuki normally came home around 5PM, so you knew somthing was wrong when it had reached 7PM and you hadn't received a phone call, even a text letting you know he was running late or had stopped somewhere on the way home. Of course, God hears prayers and your phone began to ring as you picked it up, seeing Kirishimas contact number. "Hey Kiri! Is everything okay?""(Y-Y/n)" he choked out, this causing you to stand alert and question him again, "what's wrong? What happened?" Kirishimas voice shook as he tried to find the courage and strength to continue, "B-bakubro..h-hes in very rough shape, they don't know if he's gonna..gonna.." he couldn't finish the sentence, his voice breaking again as he found it hard to continue without sobbing. You could only hear your ears ring as the phone slipped out of your hand and landed with a BANG on the tiled floor. Scrambling to pick up the phone it all seemed to happen in a flash and you demanded to know where he was as you grabbed Katsu and your shoes, running out the door.

You could barely remember getting to the hospital. Barely remembering the train ride there as you held Katsu close to you. A silent prayer for your husband to be okay. You could barely remember begging to see your husband, needing to see him. Katsu crying from the over stimulation of the noise and action going on around him and you doing the same as the Drs informed you they did all they could.

"His injuries were too severe, I'm so sorry,"

Silence and ringing flooded your ears as you dropped to the floor, a pain taking over your chest as your held Katsu to you. A nurse kneeling beside you to pat your back wasn't even acknowledged as you screamed for Katsuki. Fellow Pro Heros stood off to the side, classmates and friends, all with tears of their own.

Katsuki had been the one to run back into a Villain attack to save a child. A child a little older than Katsu, whose Mother had been separated from her in the first Villain attack that blew up a street corner. Katsuki had been a true Hero to the end. Risking his life for others, and now his life had come to an end.

Kirishima and Midoriya came over to console you, yet they knew nothing they said could help the pain and devastation you felt inside. Your husband, your childhood sweet heart was gone. Ripped from you and your child forever. Tears flowed down your face from your red rimmed (E/c) eyes as you bent over, gagging and sobbing, your body literally sick and hurt from the news.

You don't remeber leaving, you don't remember getting home to meet Mitsuki and Masaru there. You don't remeber the four of you embracing as you shed tears together. The only thing you could remember was how empty your heart seemed from that point on.

~~

"Papa"

It seemed to be Katsu's new favorite word, before he never really seemed to talk but ever since Katsuki, he'd been growing more and more. His words expanding more each day but yet he still chose 'Papa' and would always seem to stare at the pictures of him on the wall. The pictures you couldn't bare to look at, yet you couldn't find it in you to take down.

You stared at your bundle of joy who sat on his baby blanket in the living room, yourself seated on the couch. It was an early Saturday morning, almost two months after Katsuki had been ripped from your lives. His presence seemed to slowly leave the house too, though it was also because you couldn't being yourself to remember him much, the pain so crushing that you'd start crying all over again. Grieving was painful and sometimes you just didn't acknowledge it, holding onto the hope that Katsuki would somehow walk through the door.

Observing your child, sorrow filled your heart as you clenched your chest tightly with your fist. His hair was the same spiky blonde of his father's, his eyes the sharp vermillion, only they seemed more round and gentle like yours. At least. That's what Katsuki would say and he would boast on how his son was a looker but bad your charms. Those love and warmth filled days seemed so far in the past, but had it really only been a few months ago?

A knock broke you out of your depressive thoughts as you sighed, standing up from the couch and brushing your hands through your messed up (H/c) locks to seem more presentable. Opening the door your came face to face with your Mother-In-Law who smiled and in her hands she held a medium sized box. "Hi Honey, how're you today?" Mizuki had made it her mission to come around every other day to check on you. Even though she'd lost a son, she knew this was hard on you as well. Losing a best friend, a lover, a husband and the father to your child.

You forced a smile and invited her in, "I'm doing fine,"you couldn't fool her, but she hoped what she'd brought you would help the process of healing and acceptance. "I found some old things, I thought you'd wanna see,"

Having taken a seat on your couch, Katsu yelled in excitement, standing up on wobbly legs to toddle over to his Grandma who scooped him up and hugged him, and she couldn't help but imagine she was hugging her Katsuki again.

Opening the box, you were taken back as you stared at old photographs. Ones taken of you and Katsuki, even your old friends. Tears pricked your eyes as you reached out a shaky hand and picked one up. It was a quick snapshot of you and Katsuki, both dressed in your U.A uniforms on the first day of school.

"Oh look how precious you are! Come on Katsuki smile for once dammit!" Mizuki scolded, wanting him to at least pretend to be happy. You laughed at his expression as he yelled to his mother in annoyance, "Damn Hag! We're gonna be late of you don't knock your shit off!" Taking a hold of his arm, you wrapped yours around him and smiled to Mizuki, who took a picture as Katsukis face turned bright red and he looked elsewhere but the camera, embarrassed you'd been so close. Looking up at him with your big, (e/c) eyes, you squeezed his arm and he looked to you, the pink flush still apparent on his face. "Yeah yeah, whatever Blossom," he grumbled, but moved his arm to put it around your shoulders as his mom took another picture, this one of you both actually looking happily at eachother.

You put your hand up to your mouth to quiet your sobs, but Mizuki just smiled and rested a hand ontop of yours that held the picture shakingly. "Its hard to forget someone who left so many memories, but he'd want you to embrace what you had together, what you still have together," Mizuki brought you in for a hug as you cried, Katsu not knowing what was going on, yet he sensed you needed comfort so he climbed into your lap, wrapping his arms around you and squeezed, your arms coming around him as you hugged him back.

~

When Mizuki had gone, you sat back down at the table where the photographs were and laying them out in front of you and Katsu, you could only smile in as you riminisced how much love you and Katsuki had shared in the time you had together.

"Oi! Let's go dammit, I ain't got all fucking day Blossom," Katsuki called out to you as he entered your classroom. Your classmates however could only look in shock as you bounced from your seat, rushing over to him as he turned and began to walk out the door. "We're having lunch outside, I don't feel like being around all the stupid extras from class," "Aww but isn't Midoriya in your class? Maybe we should invite him!" "NO WAY IN HELL! THAT DAMN DEKU CAN DROWN IN HIS OWN PISS FOR ALL I CARE AND DONT TALK ABOUT HIM," It always amused you how easy it was to get him riled up, his hands popping with small explosions as he rounded on you, though you knew he'd never hurt you. Giggling you took a picture of him in his angry mode as you held up a peace sign, his expression blowing up more once he realized what you were doing. Of course, he'd never admit that seeing you happy made him happy. Not now at least.

"Your Papa always treated me so nice, I hope you'll treat your someone the same way," you softened your expression to Katsu who looked at the picture with large eyes full of wonder, "Papa," he mumbled, reaching a hand out to the picture as if he could really feel his Father.

This made your lips quiver with another round of tears, emotion flooding to you like when you'd first told Katsuki about Katsu.

You sat nervously in your house, Katsuki was due home anytime now. You guys had only been married a few months, only two years out of high school as you wanted some time before marriage to focus on your careers a little more. Yet by 20 and 21 years old Katsuki couldn't take it anymore and proposed, confessing on how he'd wanted to do this since the last year of high school and how he wanted to grow old with you, like how you'd been growing together since childhood.

Yet here you stood, just having turned 21 and pregnant, and Katsuki never really spoke about children, you two seemed to have been content with eachother that who knows what a baby could bring into the mix. "Hey I'm home," his voice called out as you froze, it was now or never. Turning to him, he could tell right away somthing was wrong, "What's-" "IM PREGNANT" You screeched at him, face bright red as he just stared at you, vermillion eyes shot wide and his mouth dropped open. His bag that was slung around his shoulder also fell to the floor, it's THUD being the only noise heard for a good minute. Of course Katsuki broke out of it with a large grin, whooping as he dashed over to you and picked you up. Spinning around he screaming in happiness, "HELL YEAH! IM GONNA FUCKING BE A DAD!" You cheered too as he set you down, tears forming in his eyes as he pressed his hand to your stomach, his forehead resting against your own as you smiled to each other. "Thank you," was all he said before kissing you.

You ran your fingers through Katsu's hair, now feeling a blazing warmth fill you as you looked back on all the amazing memories with him. An idea struck you though which made you smile softly, picking up your small budding boy and carrying him upstairs. There was something you wanted to share with Katsu, and tomorrow would be the day to do it.

~

Dawning a light pink sundress that happened to be one of Katsuki'a favorites on you, you dressed Katsu in a matching pink shirt and a pair of tan shorts. Heading out of the house, you took a quick train ride over to a park. The warm Spring day enveloping you as you walked with Katsu down the sidewalk, his small eyes taking in everything he could.

Settling down on an old wooden bench, the white paint faded from the few years of weather damage, you turned toward Katsu and motioned to the area. "This is where Mama met Papa," of course him being 1 and a half he didn't quite understand, but yet he looked at the flowers that surrounded you, noticing a particular one, "Mama" and reached out the special orange flower that had caught his eye, when a small, yellowish butterfly landed on it.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you took notice of the small creature. Butterflies had always been your favorite, as your quirk revolved around plants and flowers, Butterflies naturally came as a favorite for their beautiful wings.

Katsuki when learning this had said he'd wanna be a Butterfly just so he could be around your flowers all day, and be with you always. A look of fondness crossed your face as you reached out to the butterfly, it's wings beating twice as it flew onto your finger and you brought it slowly over to Katsu who grinned, his cheeks lighting up pink as he squealed, "Papa!," and you could only nod and close your eyes for a moment as you imagined Katsuki, relishing in the moments you'd had together.

"Hey, what's your problem?" A boyish voice had broken through your quiet sobs, you turning toward the voice to see a young boy with spiky blonde hair and red eyes staring at you confused, though his cheeks flushed a light pink when your glossy (e/c) eyes met his. "I-I was just growing m-my flowers when some m-mean b-boys ruined them," you choked out, motioning to the ruined orange flowers that sat beside you, their petals all torn and missing, the stems mangled from behind yanked apart. Katsuki wasn't sure how to handle this, usually if someone was crying he'd just ignore them or tell them to suck it up. Yet with you he actually wanted to make you feel better, he just wasn't sure on how to go about that in this moment.

Katsuki looked around and found an orange flower, seemingly matching the ones you had next to you, causing him to he pick a few and brought it over to you, where you still sat sniffling a little. He held his hand out and presented them to you, his cheeks a darker red when your eyes widened in surprise before a smile took over your chubby face, "Cosmos? What are these for?"You questioned, taking them from his hands and as your fingers brushed against eachother he shivered and turned away with a pout, "I just want you to stop crying, you look ugly when you cry," he winced when he realized what he did and had said, but he looked back in surprise when you giggled, standing up to face him properly, "My name is (L/n) (Y/n), do you wanna be friends?" You held your hand out to him, and he could only smirk and nod, introducing himself, "The name is Bakugou Katsuki, I'm gonna be the Number 1 Hero one day," you laughed, taking his hand and running off to the playground, your moms taking a quick picture of the interaction from afar.

You felt a sense of relief flood through you, your arm around Katsu as he laughed watching the Butterfly leave, some more joining it in the sky. You kissed his head and looked up to the setting sun, the wind caressing both of you under the orangeish pink sky. "We'll be okay," you mumbled, feeling a lingering touch on your head.

"Yeah, we'll be okay,"

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Heeyy. So was running through prompts online. Saw this one. Thought hmmm. Perfect. Let me know what yall think!

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Never Enough

Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader

Summary: Class 1-A takes a trip to a local show to train in Social Settings and parties. What happens when someone from Katsuki Bakugous past shows up?

Warnings: Fluff, song fic, some angst, cussing, enjoy!

Song used: Never Enough, The Greatest Showman.

All art and music is reserved to its original owner, I just own my fic 😛

Quirk: Angel Voice

User is able to sing/hum very well, can use her voice to heal others if needed, hence the name. When they sing/hum a soft, goldish-white glow will envelope them, giving them a heavenly look.

Draw Back: If user over uses their voice to heal, they can develop a severe sore throat and is drained of energy. If they're just singing and their quirk activates, if used for long periods of time it can still give them a severe sore throat and loss of voice for 12 hours.

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"Eh? The hell is this?" Katsuki Bakugou huffed, picking up a red envelope off his desk. It had a pink heart to seal it shut, but no name was signed or any hint to who it came from was seen anywhere.

"Ooooo, looks like Bakugou got a confession," one of his lackys teased, although he quickly straightened up when Bakugou glared in his direction.

Opening the letter, he noticed it was a note addresses to him, and it was, of course, a confession.

'Dear Bakugou,

You may have never noticed me, but if you don't mind I'd like to share something with you. Please meet me under the tree in the court yard after school.'

The note ended, still not giving away who it was.

"EH? WHAT A PIECE OF SHIT. WASTING MY FUCKING TIME, DUMBASS EXTRA!" Bakugou shouted, blowing up the note with his quirk.

Huffing, he grabbed his bag and stormed out the door, his lackys quickly following, wondering where he was heading so suddenly.

~

Outside under the Sakura Tree in the court yard, stood a young girl with (y/h) hair that was pulled up into a bun with a small (f/c) ribbon. Looking around with (e/c) eyes, (y/n) couldn't help but wonder if Bakugou would even show up. Everyone knew he was a harsh and critical person, not scared to voice his opinion to anybody.

(Y/n) exhaled, leaning against the tree and was about to give up hope as it was already fifteen past last class, when she heard someone yell at her, "Hey! Crazy Bitch! Did you write that stupid note on my desk,"

Turning, she couldn't help but smile at Bakugou who was glaring at her, rushing up to her. Cheeks flushed as she nodded, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"Y-yes, I'm (L/n) (Y/n), I just wanted to tell you, t-that," But she was cut off by Bakugou setting off his quirk next to her face, making her flinch back with wide eyes.

"LISTEN! I'M NOT HERE TO FUCK AROUND WITH EXTRAS LIKE YOU, I'M PLANNING ON BEING NUMBER ONE, THE BEST HERO EVER GOT THAT DAMMIT?! I WON'T WASTE TIME WITH ROMANCE WITH SOMEONE WHO WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH FOR ME. TRY SOMEONE ELSE WHOSE AS DUMB AS YOU," Bakugou screamed, his voice traveling and making birds fly away.

(Y/n) felt tears come to the surface as her cheeks grew warm again, out of anger and humiliation. "I-I just wanted to tell you I admired you! I wanted to get to know you! But now I see w-why no one bothers with you," she cried out, tears flowing down her cheeks freely now, glossy (e/c) eyes stared at his own vermillion eyes that squinted at her, expressing his annoyed face even more.

"Like I give a shit. Get out of my way," he shoved past her, knocking her shoulder that made her fall back into the tree, grabbing the trunk to steady herself. "Like I said, you'll never be enough for me. Number One Hero deserves another Number One, and you're basically at the fucking bottom," he carried on walking, sticking his arm out to give her a thumbs down.

(Y/n) stared after him in shock, wiping her tears from her cheek as she sniffled. Even though she knew he could be aggressive, she didn't think he'd react like this. Picking up her bag, she walked the opposite way from Bakugou, making a promise to herself that she'll be enough. Wither that's for him or someone else, others will know that she'll always be enough. One way or another.

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It had been three years since (Y/n) had tried to confess to Bakugou, in that time she was discovered for her amazing voice, quirk or not. Being a young teen idol at seventeen years old was a big deal, to most people at least. To (Y/n) this just proved she was enough to be bigger and better than what she was told she'd be.

Currently, she stood in front of a floor length mirror, taking a mirror selfie to post on her Instagram to hype up her fans for her performance tonight at the Hero Gala. A get together/dinner of sorts for all Heros, and (Y/n) had been asked to perform for the Heros and she happily agreed.

Even though she didn't follow the Hero course most people her age dreamed of, she still felt as if her music was a Hero to others. To comfort them in the darkness of night when they cried alone, to hype them up when they needed happiness. It had been there for her, and now she was there for others too.

Smiling at the picture, she posted it

"Can't wait to perform for our Pro Heros tonight! #IsThisReal? #MusicForTheSoul #YouAreEnough "

Placing her phone on her desk, she gazed out the window into the early afternoon sky. Even though she had to leave soon to get ready, she still enjoyed simple moments to calm her down before a performance. 'Tonight is gonna be amazing,'

~~

Elsewhere, at U.A High School, class 1-A, now grown up to 3-A is getting ready to dismiss for the day. Aizawa had gone through all their basic materials for the day, and was hoping to go home for a nap, today wouldn't be the case though.

"Alright, settle down," Aizawa coughed out, his quirk activating to scare them into silence. Even after all these years it still worked.

"Forgot to mention it to you, but you all have class tonight," he smirked, knowing how to get under their skin. Protests broke out among the students, each complaining about one thing or another.

"But tonight is movie night!" Mina whined, pouting as others agreed. It had become a tradition now with the classmates to have a movie night every Friday night. "Well tonight will be about how to act in a Professional Social setting," Aizawa sighed, rolling his next to loosen the strain that was starting to build.

Questioning faces now looked at him, all wondering what he meant.

"Tonight is the Pro Hero Gala. The biggest social event for any pro hero, other than Pro Hero Billboard announcements. You'll will attend tonight and learn how to grace society. The bus will be leaving at six tonight so I suggest you leave and do whatever you need to do. Costumes don't need to be worn unless you want to wear them." Aizawa finished, Mina and Hagakure screeching about needing to look their best and dragging the rest of the girls out of the classroom with them.

The boys, now young adults, all sat there in disbelief. Except for Aoyama who jumped up and spun out the door, "I must get ready! I need to look magnifique~"

"Alright guys! Let's show them how awesome and manly us future Pros are!" Kirishima grinned, his shark teeth on display as he grabbed his bag, standing up with the rest of the boys who shook off the shock.

"Yeah yeah, whatever shitty hair," Bakugou grumbled, aggravated at the thought of being on display tonight like a doll. "Come on Kaachan it won't be so bad," Midoriya smiled, but was shaking at the thought of being in public, with all those Pros.

"Pfft, whatever Deku. Let's just get this shit over with," with that the boys headed out.

~~

"Oh my gosh! Guys! You'll never guess who is performing tonight!" Hagakure squealed, her baby blue dress showing off her body but no one could see her. "Ooh~ Who?" Mina questioned, turning her head to look at her friend.

They were all loading into the bus, some of them dressed to the nines in dresses and suits. Others just wore their costumes.

"(L/N) (Y/N)! The super pretty teen idol! I just saw her post on Instagram," Momo smiled, "She must be excited to perform, her voice is truly beautiful,"

"Uh.. Who?" Sero questioned, having tuned into the convo late. "(L/N) (Y/N), she's a super pretty singer! ~Ribbit~ She's our age, but does charity, fundraisers, and even helps out at hospitals. Her quirk let's her sing so angelic, but she can also heal people, ribbit~" Tsuyu informed, wearing a green dress that was simple but cute.

"Really~~ A super hot teen idol will be there~~I wonder if she'll give me chills~~" Mineta drooled, shaking as his thoughts wandered. "Do we have to take him?" Mina glared as Sero taped him up, Tsuyu knocking him out with her tongue.

Bakugou only listened, slightly surprised at the name. 'Why does that name sound familiar? Stupid shitty extras' he thought, frowning.

"Kaachan are you okay?" Midoriya asked, Kirishima also popped into the conversation too. "Yeah dude, your face is gonna get stuck like that,"

"Deku, why does that name sound familiar? Do we know them or something?" Bakugou questioned, arching his eyebrow at the green haired boy.

Midoriya looked shocked, "you mean you don't remember her? She was in our class back in middle school. (L/n)-chan was discovered for her voice after we graduated, I'd figured you would know though," "oh yeah? And why's that damn Deku?" "Well she always seemed to follow you around Kaachan. Everyone knew she liked you, I think I remember people talking about her confessing to you or wanting to...." Midoriya rambled off, trying to recall the event that had happened years ago.

Bakugou clicked his teeth, eyebrows furrowed together, "SHUT UP! WE GET IT DAMMIT" he seethed, teeth grinding as his aggravation went sky high.

"You know, you may wanna get all that aggression out before we get there," Kaminari smirked, looking smug as it caused another rise out of Bakugou.

Todoroki looked at them and then to Midoriya who was still muttering, "should I get my rage out too??" He questioned, tilting his head as Tokoyami shook his head in disbelief that his classmates still acted like this.

~~

Standing in one of the dressing rooms offered to her, (Y/n) couldn't help but giggle and twirl in her new dress. Not one to dress up this fancy, even for a performance, it actually felt amazing.

Hair let down, falling to its natural length in soft waves that had been curled a few moments ago. Natural makeup with some glitter and highlighter allowed the lights and her quirk to really make her dazzling (e/c) eyes shimmer.

Her dress was a beautiful off the shoulder floor length dress. Intriguing lace sleeves that were detailed and an eye grabbing (f/c) that complimented the rest of the dress in the same color. Hugging her figure down to her knees where it flared out, a gorgeous mermaid style gown also with accents of lace. A simple, but drop dead dress that made her whole appearance one to grab all the attention.

Humming a small tune as she turned to the mirror to do a last check up, she couldn't help but let the warmth of her quirk over flow as it surrounded her. It was almost like a hug, comfortable and tight, but warm and inviting. The goldish-white hue making the room seem that much more heavenly.

A knock at the door interrupted her, "come in," she called, her glow starting to fade out as an older woman entered. A clip board in hand as she greeted the young idol.

"Hello there! My name is Izumi Moi, are you ready? The Heros are arriving so I thought you might wanna mingle before your big performance, which by the way I'm a huge fan," Moi gushed, bowing in greeting.

"Oh thank you! I would love to mingle with everyone, can you please show me the way?" (Y/N) smiled, causing Moi to blush from the cuteness and nod, gesturing toward the door for her to exit first. "Thank you, Moi," (Y/n) thanked, stepping out the door and down the hall towards the elevator. "Are you nervous

for tonight?" Moi questioned, (Y/n) shook her head, "Not really, I love to perform!" Moi smiled in understanding, 'Ma'am, the Hero Class from U.A has arrived,' came a voice from Moi's watch.

"I'm glad they could make it, we'll be there in a few short moments," Moi spoke back, the conversation catching (Y/n) attention. "Hero Class from U.A?" She voiced her thoughts, Moi smiling at her, "Yes! As part of their training we've invited them to see how these Galas are held. Class 3-A, you know come to think of it, these are the same kids who were attacked by villains all those times," Moi finally realized, her hand coming up to her chin to rest and help process the thought.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened. Knowing very well who was in the class, having followed the news and over the years had fundraisers and charity events for those affected by the LOV attacks. 'Okay now I'm starting to freak out,' she shivered, suddenly feeling a cold sweat break out as the nerves hit her.

Upon reaching the Galas main hall for the event, live music was being performed for dancing and enjoyable background music. "Well here we are, you're set to perform in about thirty minutes, I'll come get you in twenty so you can have a moment to compose yourself," Moi smiled, sending a playful wink (Y/n)'s way, having seen the nerves suddenly take hold of the young girl.

(Y/n) nodded and walked in, breathing to calm herself down. Looking around the room she could see some of the Pros taking notice of her and smiling excitedly. They know of her work and respected it.

Mt.Lady came right up to her, not taking a second to let her excitement flow, "Oh my goooossh. It's so nice to meet you, your voice and acts of Heroism are truly inspiring," Mt.Lady took (Y/n) hands into her own, a bright smile on her face.

"Thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you too! By the way, I loved your last interview with Midnight. You two never fail to make me laugh," (Y/n) giggled, finally feeling the nerves slipping away from this warm conversation.

Moving across the room, (Y/n) interacted with all kinds of Heros. Her favorite had to be Fatgum whi offered her favorite candy which she couldn't resist, she even offered a smile to Suneater who gave a weak smile back for hiding his face with his hood.

"NO WAY," a voice broke through (Y/n)'s ears as she turned toward the voice, seeing a group of teens standing there. Offering a smile and a nod in acknowledgement, she waved them over. A girl who was all pink and a floating blue dress bolted over, leaving the others in the dust cloud.

"Hello there, you must be the infamous Class 3-A," (Y/n) spoke first, knowing if the other two girls did she might be stuck for a while. "You know us?" A girl with brown hair and chubby pink cheeks asked, pointing to herself.

"Of course! I've followed the news on your class, it must be hard fighting all those villains so I hope you truly get to relax and have fun tonight," poised with a smile, the idol unknowingly made them all feel warm inside.

"(L/n)-chan, it's good to s-see you," came a voice from behind the girls, making them turn and see the boys standing. Midoriya smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

(Y/n) lit up all of a sudden, eyes wide with remembrance. "MIDI-CHAAN," she called excitedly, rushing over to pull the boy into a hug. "Hehe~You wanna give me a squeeze too," a creepy voice came from behind her, causing her to turn and squish Mineta down with her heel. "Touch me and you'll never see the light of day," she growled out. The others felt a chill go up their spine, this angelic girl can sure be a demon when wanting to be.

Smiling at the group, (Y/n) apologized explaining she's worked with assault victims before and doesn't condone any behavior like that. "I apologize on his behalf! No true Hero would ever act on his sexual impulses," Iida chimed in, raising his hand as he grabbed Mineta and slung him like a coat over his other arm.

"Its alright, just please keep him occupied," (Y/n) sweatdropped, a sheepish grin taking a hold of her lips. Turning to resume taking to Midoriya, she locked eyes with the one person she wished she hadn't.

Bakugou Katsuki.

They held eye contact, neither one wanting to look away first. Bakugou had recognized her, the shy girl from middle school. The one he had told that she'd never be enough for him.

He'd done some growing these past years, learning how he should behave. He knew what he said was rude and childish, his ego filled self seeing her as a weakling. Useless and not needed.

However, seeing her again, hearing all the things she's done to help people without being a Hero. Serving the civilians through actions and words.

He was the first to look away, gritting his teeth in annoyance at his own thoughts.

"I see you haven't changed," her voice was like a knife cutting through the silence that seemed to swallow just the two of them.

He didn't sat anything, choosing to keep himself quiet. "Ms.(Y/n) it's time to go," Moi's voice sounded, (Y/n) nodding and turning to leave. Yet she looked over her shoulder back to Bakugou and left him with some simple words.

"We'll see who'll never be enough,"

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The lights dimmed as everyone turned their attention to the stage where a small orchestra sat to the left of it. Standing in the center of the stage was non other than (Y/n), the spotlight shining down on her as everyone waited in anticipation. Finally, the piano began to play a soft and slow melody.

I'm trying to hold, my breathe

Let it stay this way

Can't let this moment end

You set off a dream in me

Getting louder now

Can you hear it echoing

Take my hand, will share this with me

Cause darling without you

Her voice flowed without the need of a microphone. Honey smooth and silky, everyone in the audience looking on in awe at the beautiful and enchanting girl. When the music suddenly began to play bolder, her voice following the music.

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Bakugou felt his heart stop.

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world

But it'll never be enough

Never be enough

For me

Her voice blasted the melody, blending with the music as everyone couldn't help but admire her. Class 3-A could only look on with mixed reactions, yet Bakugou seemed to be the only one truly understanding the message she was sending.

Never, never

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

Never enough

Never enough

For me

For me

For me

Her voice sang with emotion, her hands moving to convey the physical attributes to her lungs singing out her feelings. Her gaze though was locked onto Bakugou, both of them eyeing the other down. 'Can you see me now?' Her glow slowly started to breakthrough 'I am worth enough, I can be enough'

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

Never be enough

For me

Her voice belted out, some pros having to wipe their eyes from the pure emotion. The students could only wonder who could hurt her to inspire this kind of song.

Never, never

Never, never

Never, for me

For me

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

Never, never

Never enough

For me

For me

For me

Bakugou looked in awe. He felt as if he was seeing her for the first time. The music has suddenly cut out, leaving a silence before the last words slipped through her mouth

For me

The cheers were automatic, causing her to smile yet her eyes stayed on Bakugou, tears filled her eyes as her golden aura slowly started to fade, the lights coming back on.

"Thank you all so much for the hard work you do to keep us safe! I know I speak for all the civilians when I say without you who knows where our world would be!" (Y/n) cleared her throat, smiling through the pain in her eyes as she addressed the crowd who was still cheering for her.

Glancing back at Bakugou, she watched as he slipped out of the crowd and out onto one of the garden balconies. It was then she decided it was now or never to fully get her words out to him. Face to face.

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"Stupid shitty Gala," Bakugou muttered, leaning against the railing. Seeing her singing had brought a feeling out into his chest and mind, clouding his judgment and how he should react. Seeing the raw emotion and knowing that his words still affected her all these years later, like it had for Deku but they had made up. Sort of.

"Well, what did you think?" Came a voice from behind him, causing him to turn sharply, seeing her standing there with her arms behind her back, the glow of the moon giving her an even more angelic look.

"Its alright," he answered, looking anywhere but her, hands shoved in his pockets of his slacks. "Hmm, I see," she replied, taking a few steps closer.

"You've done an amazing job at becoming a Hero," she continued, looking out over the balcony. "Huh, yeah I'm sure you're singing my praises, Angel," huffing he turned back to her, now next to him yet about two feet away.

"Pun intended?" She joked, seeing a smirk cross his face. "Whatever makes you feel better," he answered back.

"Talking about that day would make me feel better," she shot back, making him drop his shoulders as a seldom expression crossed his face.

"Look, I was a damn jerk alright. Get your screaming shit over with, probably long over due anyways," he exhaled, knowing he was paying for his past ego now.

"Mm, I think I'm good," she hummed, "But I will tell you how I feel about you,"

"Here we go," he braced himself for the harsh words coming his way.

"I think you're brave," (Y/n) smiled, eyes closing as she felt him snap his head toward her. "You've always been straight forward so I'll be straight forward with you too. That day I merely wanted to get to know you, to hope that maybe one day we could've been more. I admired your determination, I admired how you always spoke your mind,"

"Even now, I've seen in the news how as a young Hero you've done so much, protected so many people. I get the feeling you had a bit of a reality check, huh," she teased, looking to meet his vermillion eyes that looked back at her with surprise and shock, yet happiness also appeared in his eyes.

Chuckling, he nodded," Yeah I guess I am pretty fucking great, at least you inspire people every day. I just punch dumbass people in the face,"

This had pulled a laugh out of (Y/n) which made Bakugou smile.

"What do you say we start over, Angel?" Bakugou suggested, sticking his hand out to her. (Y/n) 's eyes widened in shock.

Singing her feelings out, all her past turmoil seemed to have subsided a little. Having talked to Bakugou finally, she could see how he had changed from the bratty fourteen year old he was to a more mature, inspiring and even eye catching young man.

"You gonna leave me hanging, Angel? Not very lady like," he grinned, trying to hide his inner fear at rejection.

Yet her eyes lit up and a bright smile graced her face, "I'd love to," she agreed, reaching her hand out to him.

Sliding their hands together, they introduced eachother to one another again.

"Bakugou Katsuki, but you can call me Katsuki, Angel"

"(L/n) (Y/n) but you can call me (Y/n) or even Angel since that seems to stick now," (Y/n) laughed, "I do have a question though,"

"Oh?" "Am I enough for you?" "You always were, I just wasn't enough for you. Am I now?"

"Hmmm, let's find out together shall we?,"

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Hope you enjoyed it! I'm still trying to slowly get back into the writing scene since it has been a while. Let me know what you think!

dancing in the rain

pov : you and kirishima make a silly decision of dancing in the rain and you make force bakugou dance too

A cool breeze fans against the heat of your skin, warm from the intense exchange of dancing and conversation from the ballroom floor inside.

The heavy patter of rain is accompanied by a bout of cheerful laughter and a series of playful splashes of water trailing away from the door.

“Come on y/n! Come join me!” Eyes full of light and his teeth pulled together into a shiny grin, Kirishima calls out to you from the middle of the venue parking lot, completely drenched from his brilliant red hair to his shiny, black shoes.

Under the protection of the entryway awning, Bakugo folds his arms in judgement. “Tch, shitty hair, this is a stupid idea! Get back here!” You cautiously inspect the long hem of your dress and your sparky, heeled shoes. Even under a shelter from the rain, a puddle forms around your toes, growing steadily from the downpour.

“You’re not thinking of joining that idiot, are you?” Bakugo asks, turning to you. You find yourself smiling as Kirishima does a celebratory spin, arms spread wide to the will of the sky above him. Bakugo’s distaste slips your mind, as you hurriedly slip off your shoes and bolt from the dry entryway.

“Sorry Bakugo!” You call out behind you, the first trickles of rain splashing against your skin. “Dumbass! Not you too!” He spits in frustration. Fabric gathered in your hands, concrete rough against your bare toes, Kirishima’s bright smile drives you forward. The scent of earth and air fills your lungs, fueling your burst of adrenaline. Your eyes meet and he pauses, opening his arms to catch you.

You collide into his rain-soaked suit jacket with an elated gasp, his presence crushing you affectionately as he pulls you into the safety of his arms. “You’re crazy Kiri.” You breathe into his shoulder. “Does that make you crazy for joining me?” He teases, earning him a playful smirk and a gentle punch to his chest.

“You idiots. Making me come out here in the damned rain!” You both turn in pleasant surprise to your explosive friend, a pinch in his brow and his hands stuffed stubbornly into his pockets. His heavy footsteps disrupt the puddles across the tarmac as he storms over to you.

“Hey man! You changed your mind?” Tucked comfortably into his side, you could feel the joy radiate from Kirishima’s chest. Bakugo grumbles dismissively. “sOmEoNE needs to watch you two… And it’s not like the rain’s gonna kill me, it’s just not fuckin necessary you morons!” A spurt of laughter escapes you at the sight of Bakugo’s notable annoyance yet, very attentive gesture to join you.

“C’mere bro.” Kiri wraps a welcoming arm around him, pulling you all together. You breathe in the comfort of their closeness. “We were all so busy in there, I didn’t get a chance to dance with you guys.” Kiri looks up at you both sheepishly. “Uh, I was wondering, if it’s not too late, could we dance now?” Bakugo sighs, pulling away a little and motioning to downpour around you. “You really wanna dance in the rain shitty hair? Not inside?”

“C’mon Bakugo, it’ll be fun, just the three of us.” You smile, your eyes catching a section of his hair folded across his forehead. You tenderly brush it away from his face, raking it over his hairline, soaking wet from the rain. “We just want to spend some time with you tonight.” Your touch and your comment make him flinch a little from embarrassment. His cheeks begin to flush a gentle pink, flustered from the openly intimate affection.

His expression furrows thoughtfully as Kirishima reaches for his hand. “C’mere man, it’s our prom night, can your prom dates get one dance with you?” He asks with a warm smile. Tilting his head to the sky, letting the unease trickle off the sides of jaw, Bakugo reciprocates the gesture, pulling Kirishima away from the curb.

As he storms off through the rain once again, his head turns over his shoulder and his eyes home in on your giddy expression. “Don’t get too ansty y/n, wait your turn.” Kirishima turns to you despite being dragged behind in Bakugo’s wake. “You’re up next y/n! Can’t leave here tonight without dancing with you.” “Ugh, fine, but I get her after! Best for last!” Bakugo barks in dispute. Kirishima runs a hand through his drenched bangs in compliance. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say- wait, best for last? What, are YOU the best or is she?” Bakugo pauses, before shoving Kirishima awa“I’m not gonna answer that! Just shut up and dance with me shitty hair!” Sitting on the curb nearby, you giggle at their friendly squabble, feeling a swell in your heart as you watch your dates dance together under the cool, calming trickle of the rain

HEY OMG IM GLAD YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEN!! . Okay so I saw that CLASS 1A x Nomu!Male!Reader oneshot and I was really good !! And I was thinking about one where the M!reader likes Bakugo (he my fav) and he just follows him where ever he goes and Bakugo just don’t mind at all, he even give him head pats , even feed him some of his food. Everyone is just shocked how Bakugo is acting

A New Friend or Pet?

Katsuki Bakugou x Nomu!Male!Reader Summary: Class 1A, loving their new addition to their class, couldn’t help but notice by the fact that their new Nomu friend seems to have a favorite… but who knew it would be the angry blonde?

★☽A/N: REALLY?? I honestly didn’t have much fun making it, but thank you so much!! <33 And I, too, love Katsuki Bakugou <33 Anyways, I’m still recovering from the fact that BNHA is ending in August 5 with their last chapter :(( BNHA had been a huge part of my life and I’m worried that I would grow out of BNHA and have a different favorite :(( But, still, I will forever love BNHA and will help continue the fandom!! Of course, not in the ykyk way…. Especially the tampon thing… ALSO! I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT TOGA IS DEAD, SHIGARAKI’S DEAD, AND DABI/TOUYA IS ON HIS WAY TO DEATH?? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH, PLEASEEEEE HORIKOSHI!! AT LEAST LET DABI STAYY, HAVE ERI REWIND HIM OR SOMETHING.

Contents: FLUFF

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For the next few months, Y/N have been a really friendly and quiet person. Even though he doesn’t talk much, he expressed his emotions using his tail and ears! His ears would twitch in embarrassment, tail wagging in excitement, tail between his legs in worry, guilt, panicked, his tail would be on guard, like a cat, when he’s angry. Of course, his tail would be low if he would be sad.

Everyone in class found him adorable! Like a little puppy! Mineta wouldn’t stop being jealous, saying how he couldn’t believe that all the girls were falling for him! Of course, his statements were ignored by his classmates.

But lately, some of the students had noticed Y/N following around a certain blond…

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“Stop following me, dragon!” Katsuki yelled out as Y/N tailed behind him. Katsuki was starting to get really annoyed by the dragon-like Nomu boy. Every single day, he had followed the blond to everyone.

Class? He’s right behind him!

Cafeteria? Save Y/N a seat! He’s coming with!

And Katsuki was slowly getting really pissed, always lashing out at Y/N who reacted to it. He didn’t even seem to mind! Every single punch and slap goes unbothered by the Nomu! All he did was stare into Katsuki’s eyes. Katsuki slowly got creeped out, and it’s not common for the blonde to get creeped out by something! But Y/N’s glowing pools of gold-like yellow was giving him shivers down his spine.

He thought, ‘If I continue to ignore him, he’ll leave me alone!’ But he surely thought wrong. Because he got used to the Nomu following him around, considering his wings adjusted and shrinked along with his tail and horns to look less menacing. Even if the blonde didn’t want to admit it, he actually enjoyed having the Nomu following around.

It might’ve even boosted his ego! Having a Nomu following him around made him look powerful- like he just tamed a beast! Even though it was like Y/N had tamed the beast named Katsuki Bakugou.

And slowly, he started to treat the Y/N like a pet. A friend pet, perhaps? Watching the menacing aura that surrounded the poker-faced Nomu follow the tempered blonde around was a rare sight to see. And by now, Katsuki didn’t mind at all!

Sometimes, if he had treats given by some girl or his friends, he would give it to Y/N who happily accepted the treats. Sometimes, if Katsuki was eating chips, he would grab one and offer it to Y/N who ate it out of his hand with a small smile.

And, when the blonde was bored, and out of curiosity, he would give Y/N head pats. It could be anywhere! In class? The black haired Nomu would sit beside Katsuki on the ground and the blonde would pat his head during class. The Nomu’s hair wasn’t exactly the smoothest, it was soft and fluffy when no one helped him with his hair.

And Katsuki, the ever feminist he was (Thank you, Mama Bakugou!) he would braid Y/N’s long hair. It was always a long braided tail that matched his own scaled tail. At the dorms, Katsuki would offer his food to Y/N which distracted him while the blonde braided his hair into a long braided tail.

Everyone was surprised at how calm the blonde was, a total opposite to his tempered side.

But, no one dared to comment and just let the blonde have fun with his new raven-headed friend.

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Hey Again I am so sorry about not getting the ask done. After writing things like 4 times only to have it deleted you lose the will:/ but I wont let that keep me from requesting so, could I request Bakugou,Kirishima,Shinsou,Todoroki and Shigaraki whos in the support course and ends up in the hospital in an accident there(nothn to bad happens tho) (for shigaraki mabye she just comes back a day later than she should have and tells him If that makes writing him eaiser) thank you love ur writing uwu

Hi again! Don’t worry about it, I get your pain. I’m very sorry that this is at late as it is.

Hope you enjoy the headcanons!

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Bakugō Katsuki:

- Bakugō had been on his usual way to pick them up from class, having to just go the way that he would usually go when having to navigate his way to class. Students throwing a glance on him was usually met with cold or angry looks in return.

- But that wasn’t the point of his trip. The extras just needed to get out of the way. The quicker that he could get to his s/o, the quicker they could get out of this school.

- There was just one problem. One rather problematic problem, which was answered by an student, mostly out of fear when Bakugō had come up and asked in such a scary manner.

- The last that the teacher had said was that [Name] was in the hospital and had been since the middle of the day, due to burning their hand during home ec.

- That idiot. The whole time that he was heading there, he kept muttering to himself. Spiraling from thinking how stupid [Name] could be, whilst he hurried up.

- When shown to where his s/o was, the first reaction wasn’t exactly the best one. Even yelling involved, making just everyone around the question what in the world was happening.

- But, at the end of the day, he was glad that they seemed okay. Following them home, he made sure not to hold their injured hand. He couldn’t stay mad at them, in the end.

Kirishima Eijirō:

- The moment that he heard the news, Kirishima wasn’t sure what to think or to react. How do you, when you hear something just like that? The only thing he was sure of in that moment was to get to them. Make sure that they were alright.

- It was lucky that his s/o hadn’t gotten hurt too badly. With a villain having crashed a building in a fight, whilst they had to go and collect some groceries for their dorm room. Merely having escaped with a few scratches and bruises from the fall. No one had gotten hurt, luckily. With the villainbeing caught almost after that, too.

- When Eijirō saw them sitting on the hospital bed, getting some of the last parts checked of them, he couldn’t help but to run over and embrace them. Grip secure around their body, a few hitched breaths leaving him. It enough to surprise s/o a bit here.

- As much as he didn’t want his mind to go back to those old tendencies, Kirishima just can’t help but to think that this was his fault. If he had just been there, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Wouldn’t have had to experience that. But, rest to sure, of course his s/o was going to tell him that he shouldn’t be worrying over that.

- Will 100% bring them something to eat and to come over to his place afterwards for some cuddles to calm the nerves with. For the both of them, really. He makes sure to get their favorites and that they feel comfortable. Willing to listen if they want to talk about it.

- If Kirishima admits to how he feels about it, you know that his s/o will praise him and tell him otherwise. To where he can’t help but feel his face start to get red and to smile at how sweet they really are.

- " I have the manliest hero here with me, so I’m okay. Right? "

Shinsō Hitoshi:

- Being in the general class and it laying sort of close to the support course, they would often end up running into his lovely s/o. Even without pda, Shinsō still liked it whenever that he noticed them pass each other.

- Execpt for today, he hadn’t even managed to catch a glimpse of them. Even during lunch, they weren’t by their usual spot, where they would wait for him so that they could head to lunch together. If that wasn’t the strangest part, then it must’ve really been the silence of his phone. Not vibrating from the usual texts Shinsō would get throughout of his day.

- That was why he was going to get to the bottom of this. Now, waiting for students to thin out in their class, where he maybe could manage to catch the homeroom teacher before she left, to ask about his s/o.

- When he actually managed to come and ask, what he was left with was more worrying than what he would’ve expected. Apparently, due to having splinters stuck in their hands due to having to work on some uncarved tree stump for a project, they had to take to the hospital.

- Having been allowed to leave by now and gotten the name of the nearby hospital that they were staying in, Shinsō quickly headed off to see his s/o. If it had been awhile since they went there, it was probably cleared by now.

- Fate must’ve had it’s way, because when he was halfway there, he suddenly came face to face with [Name], who was all fixed and now wearing bandages on their palms. Just seeing they were alright made him all better again.

- During the whole walk back again to the dorm rooms at campus, he was the one that held their bag. Even if [Name] had to remind him that it wasn’t their shoulder that were hurt, he just couldn’t help it. Hitoshi felt better in their company.

Todoroki Shoto:

- When class had finished for the day and he got a chance to check his phone, Tododoki couldn’t help but to stop and notice a few calls from them that had been sent throughout the day.

- To say that he was confused was an understatement. The pair was more of a texting couple, so to see all of this.. As He was heading out, Tododoki wrote to them and asked what was the matter.

- With the chat going back and forth for awhile, it was first when he received one response that made him stop in his tracks. 'Can you pick me up from hospital?'

- The screen seemed so bright when he read it over multiple times, shutting and showing it into his pocket, before heading along of the hallway with hurried steps. The echoes seeming louder when he was just himself.

- It might’ve been stupid to worry about, since their school and the neighborhood here were relatively safe, but he wasn’t going to take any chance when he came to the one that he loved. The one who seemed to be able to cheer him up, even with the most cliche jokes that came to them.

- Once he had been allowed by Aizawa and practically ran there, Shoto asked the staff about them, before following along. Finding his beloved sitting on a chair, with only bandages around of him, he felt himself ease down.

- Apparently, according to [Name], they had only ended up tripping over a couple of steps during a trip to the grocery store, because they needed something for their class. Even though Tododoki had calmed down about that since, he still seems to hold their hand more whenever they reached a pair of stairs now.

Shigaraki Tomura:

- Shigaraki wasn’t one to worry over these things. He had grown so used to sending out people, wether it would be someone that he knew well or would be set out on a test. So why, oh why, was he suddenly feeling weird when he hadn’t heard a reply from them?

- It was first when the main door to their base was opened, with the familiar tug on the feet, that his back straightedges out again and that the scratches at his own neck stopped again, almost in disbelief. But if it was Dabi again, doing that just to make him get his hopes up, he’ll swo—

- " Tomura-san? Erh, sorry about that. Hospital waiting time took forever. "

- This man just stared, not even sure if he could believe in hearing something like that. Like, when the love of his life had just walked in to admit that they got themselves hurt by one of missions that he had sent them out on that would have really only taken an hour but now at least over a day - - Wait, no. That was what this was.

- He didn’t admit to it, till they showed their gazed fingers, having been accidentally caused by a hero that almost caught them. Shigaraki could absolutely feel his blood start to boil over, only having his s/o to stop him here in this empty bar from going on a murder spree.

- If they could make him relax for a moment and explain that they were fine, he would feel a bit more calm. Despite of the bright and clear anger that shone in his scratched eyes. It was even more the reason why he despised villains and didn’t want anything but to destroy.

- Except for [Name]. [Name] was one of the only things that didn’t count in that. And maybe some of the others, if he really admitted to it. Cause who would destroy, a thing that they held most dear to them?

Ok so I love your writing, I think I remember you doing 5 characters, and if you dont do x readers ignore this! Ok so, could I have headcanons for the Bakusquad(mina, baku, sero, kami, and kiri-) bringing their girlfriend to an amusement park cuz they know she loves amusment parks as a date? Thank you :DDDD

Waah, thank you for requesting again so quickly! And thank you for the compliment, too. I’m glad that you like that.

And it’s okay! I realize that not many here don’t do female reader, so that’s understandable. Hope that you enjoy reading these! Sorry that it took me this long ><

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Bakugō Katsuki:

- We all know how Bakugō can be when it comes to.. Well, almost anything. Grumpy and not exactly seeming all that excited as his s/o in the beginning.

- But when they once mentioned that it had been a while since they had been to a park because of studies and they were sort of missing it, he spark of inspiration hit. Even if his first response had been something in the sense of, " Hah! That’s stupid.

- I headcanon that he might be one of the richer one of his class. Have you seen this guy's house?! Might need a couple of weeks to pull it off, but Bakugō ends up taking them to an amusement park, even if it wasn’t a traditional invitation?

- " Just come one, idiot! You said that you wanted to go to one of these, right?! "

- Something in that sense. But anyway. Once that you both get inside, he’d probably want to go around of the whole park with you.

- Buys spicy snacks popcorn, likely. It’s popular to have flavored popcorn in Disneyland in Japan. Also, you only need to taunt him once, and he’d be ready to beat any booth here to get you whatever gift you could want.

- Different and more chaotic trip to a park they’ve been to, but one to be remembered.

Kirishima Eijirō:

- The sweetest person in the whole world I love him so, so, so much y'all don’t know-

- He's pretty excited when he heard that you liked amusement parks. It actually made him plan to spare up money do that the two of them could go together.

- If it’s a park that his s/o has been to before, he would love to go all out. Trying the rides that they liked the most, get the best food there - everything.

- Notices their eyes lingering a bit on that one cute plushie a bit long by the booth and of course he ended up getting it for you. He honestly loves to spoil his s/o a lot.

- Holds your hand the whole way around of the park, chatting and holding onto it tightly while on the rides. Even if you both weren’t afraid or if it was boiling hot, he’d keep them close.

- Really wants to see the fireworks show they do. They will not be disappointed with how utterly adorable that Kirishima can be when he is excited.

- Willing to follow them the whole way home. Even if they had said no, he’d still want to, since it has gotten so late that the sun had gone down for hours ago, without either of them realizing it till the last bound of fireworks had gone off.

- Being in an amusement park with Kirishima is a fun ride. Something the would be cherished for long. Exactly why they planned their next visit to be soon.

Kaminari Denki:

- You know that Kaminari knows all the good date spots. Amusement parks were one of those were if you went together, it was bound to end up being a romantic, cute day.

- He will actually beg them to get a set of animal ears when they pass one of the things at the front. He’s always seen couples do it and really wants to try 🥺

- Screams on the rides. His s/o almost thought that he had fazed out of reality when they came back down again. Luckily, he did manage to snap out of it before long.

- Please give him a hug afterwards. Denki really needs some reassurance after that last ride, with the loop in it.

- Wants to share an ice cream/milkshake with them. You know, one of those with a cute mascot theme that look so pretty. With one to share between the two. But, he definitely wants you to eat more of it.

- Takes his s/o up in one of the feris weels. Yes, I stand by that this man is both cheesy and romantic. You two watch the luminous park light up around of you, eyes sparkling over the long horizon.

- Yes, he did kiss them. And yes, Denki would without hesitation go on another day again with them if asked to.

Ashido Mina:

- You know how Mina is essentially one of the most energetic people in all of the class? Yeah, her reaction would be similar to how she would usually react. Peppy and full of excitement, to know that her s/o shares the same passion as her own in amusement parks.

- She,, She really wants to go to Sanrio world [Hello Kitty theme park] or Disneyland 🥺 please, do you know how happy that would make her?

- When the day did arrive, the both of you got there early, so that you both had lots of time to look around and try all kinds of different things. It also happened that there wasn’t that much people in line.

- Oh, you best believe that there is going to be selfies involved! Mina would want to take pictures of her s/o being cute and all kinds of sweets that the two would get together through of the visit.

- Screams and laughs during the rides, as well as holds them so tight so that they both wouldn’t be so afraid not that either of you were complaining about that.

- When the day ends and on the way home with the train, Mina finds herself snuggled up and resting her head against of her s/o's shoulder, tired from all of the adventures, dreaming of the future visits they’d have together.

Sero Hanta:

- Sero has never been the extreme fan of amusement parks. Yes, he did enjoy them and have fun with it. But it isn’t that he enjoys every part about the, though. Do you know how many people that there can get on a weekend or during vacation?

- That was why, when his s/o brought their love for it up one morning that they were walking together, that it had seemed to have hit him a little bit. That he might’ve been a little bit to hard on the idea of it.

- He suggested that the two of them should go when they were free at one point, which had finally seemed to be that day now! One where there wouldn’t be too many people that Wallis be there.

- Lets his s/o walk him through most of it, looking around and trying a ride here and there. For the bigger ones, he would maybe try one of them, even ending up having some fun, despite being a bit terrified.

- He has now also fallen in love with chocolate crepes that you could get from there, despite him usually being to healthy food. The ones that had cream and strawberries in them, with something that he would guess was caramel. They would have to pull him away from buying another one.

- The team-up they had with the laser shooting on that one ride was incredible. No virtual mutant stood a chance for the upcoming hero and his lover!

- Sero definitely has a new love for amusement parks, one which he shared by the one he loved so deeply. In the back of his mind, he’d be reminded to do this more often. For now, he just wanted to enjoy the day they had together.

Hero Name pt2

Nemesis: A goddess of revenge and justice

Serenity: the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled

Wonder Rose: The Roses of Wonderland are the symbol of the Second Alice and are a part of all the teas Alice!reader drinks

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: Hey y’all hope you guys have been enjoying this fic so far. We’re gonna get more into the KiriBaku love story soon. It’s gonna be gradual okay not supper fast. Hope y’all enjoy this one.

Word Count: 1,613k

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

The breeze was nice against her skin as she stood with her class. It had taken a moment for everyone to stop fawning over her costume. She had to admit for a small second she enjoyed the attention.

“Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training.” All Might began. 

“Sir!” Iida announced raising his armored hand. She cast a glance towards him from Shoto’s side. She took an inch closer to him, and poked at the ice coming from his side. She didn’t like his costume, it covered his pretty face.

“This is the fake city from our entrance exam. Does that mean that we'll be conducting urban battles again?” He asked. 

I almost forgot about entrance exams. 

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ɢɪʀʟ.

“Not quite. I’m going to move you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run-ins with the most dastardly evildoers take place indoors.” All Might announced. 

Y/n hummed softly as she bit into a chocolate cookie. Shoto cast her a look as she held up the other piece to him. He took it with a blank look. 

“Think about it. Backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows.” A shiver crawled up her spine at his words. 

Her grip on her cookie fell as she step closer to Shoto. His eyebrow quirked as he began to tune out All Might. After a few moments of her staring at the floor he brought his arm around her shoulder. Shoto pulled her closer and twirled one of the small braids in the ponytail.

Her tremble stopped as she stayed close to his warmer side. She liked that half of him was always warm. He was a great heating pad when she got cramps. 

“Aizawa and Tokoyami!” Y/n’s head snapped up. 

“Yes?”

“Aizawa!”

“Yes…?” She repeated. 

“You’re related to Mr. Aizawa! How! Look at you! There’s not an eye bag in sight!” Kirishima yelled. He stared down at her.

Her cute nose, her big e/c eyes. Her shinny and healthy h/c locks. Her pretty s/c skin without an imperfection in sight. Her gentle smile. 

She didn’t look anything like Aizawa. 

“You’re what his niece or something?” Midoriya asked. 

“No.” She answered quickly. After a few seconds of silence Shoto nudged her back.

“Oh, I’m his daughter.”

His daughter!

“Everyone else can head to the monitoring room to watch!” All Might said with his normal bright smile.

As she began to walk away with Shoto she caught all the stares coming her way. She cowards back into his side. 

“What are we doing?” He hummed and looked down at her. 

“Mock battles inside. You’re teamed up with Tokoyami.” She nooddd her head softly as she followed next to him.

“After school can we get soba? I got my allowance for this week.” Y/n answered with a smile. Shoto nodded with a smile as the rest of the class caught his hardened gaze. 

He knew that she was sensitive. He always knew that the way they acted made them looked like more than friends. He couldn’t bring himself to care all that much.

Contact grounded her when she got lost. When her mind would ramble and rattle. When her eyes would glass over contact would ground her. To hell with whatever they thought.

……………………………….

Y/n shuffled closer to All Might, pulling down her mask. She coughed and he turned down to her. He lowered himself slightly.

“Yes young Aizawa?” 

“Would you like me to go give Midoriya tea? His arm is all ugly.” She asked softly. All Might gasped and staggered back. Her healing tea was a well kept secret of the faculty. She almost never offered it up. 

“Little one… that is a generous offer but I believe Recover Girl can handle this.” Y/n furrowed her brows at his words. 

“I gave it to him earlier when he broke his tiny fingers. Why can’t I now?” Y/n whined with a pout. All Might gasps again, the rest of the class turning to them. 

“Your team is up next, after your match perhaps.” She pouted and crossed her arms.

“That’s not very fair Uncle Might.” She turned around grabbing Tokoyami’s arm. She grimaced softly as she dragged the bird hit behind her. She pulled up her mask as she pulled him through the apartment complex.

She stared at the ugly bomb for a few moments and crossed her arms. She stared at it for a few moments.

“It’s really….. big?” She uttered. 

“We are the villain team, I believe it bets if I stay here and guard the bomb.” Tokoyami’s voiced. She turned to him with a smile.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ve got a plan.” She said with a bright smile. She leaned over him giggling as she pulled the deck of cards from her belt.

“And that plan would be?” He asked. 

“Here put this on!” She handed him a long bird like mask to cover his nose and eyes. After a few seconds he took it confused.

“Where did you get this from?” Her ask taking a step towards her. She giggled as she threw her deck around in the air.

“I made it silly. Now let me just go through this deck, then we can talk.” She pulled out five cards. Each with hand painted colorful flowers. She heard the gusset go off and she jumped in the air.

Her body levitated in the air as she looked around. She threw the card them, they pierced through the solid concrete.

“Your mask on?” She yelled down. With a gentle nod of his head she smirked under her mask. Slamming her hands together flowered exploded and planting themselves into the ground. Their multicolored pollen exploded into the air around them. It made it thick, heavy to breathe.

Slowly she fell back to the ground with Tokoyami. She turned to him smiling under her mask. He blinked a few times and went to pull off his mask. Her hands shot up grasping his hands in hers.

“Don’t! You don’t want to breathe this in!” She yelled. 

“What will it do?”

“Nothing pleasant.” 

“Is it safe for our classmates?” She paused. She tilted her head to the side, thinking for a moment. 

“Safe enough.” Y/n answered as she turned to the entrance. She smiled as she watched both Kirishima and Sero ran towards them. Cupping her hands she blew all the air out of her lungs. 

The pollen darted into the faces cause the two boys to stagger back. She stood up right, rising into the air. She lifted Tokoyami in the air with her as she watched the boys cough. 

“Now the fun begins.” She mumbles as the ground began to shake. The two boys began to scream as large flowers began to rise from the ground. Kirishima began to attack the large unmoving flower as Sero fell to the ground.

Sero held his head as he screamed. Kirishima panted as he coughed. Tokoyami looked at Y/n as he floated next to her.

“Why is he screaming?” He asked.

“The pollen makes you see things. To Sero those flowers are the most monstrous things he’s ever seen.” She answered as she floated to bomb into the air with them. Tokoyami stared at her. 

He gathered the pollen messed with the mind but then why is Kirishima still attacking. Why can he still move about.

“You’re wondering about Kirishima?” She asked blankly. With a simple nod of his head she continued. “I’m not sure why he isn’t on the ground with Sero.”

“He’s more resilient.” Tokoyami answered and he continued to watch Kirishima attempt to fight at the non moving flowers. Y/n shook her head softly, there was more to it. No one was resilient to wonderlandian flowers but her. 

“There’s something more about him.” 

“Villain team wins!” Just liked that the pair floated down with the bomb. Y/n snapped her fingers and the flowers were sucked back into the cards. She held her hands as both boys froze. 

They both gasp for air as she pulls the colorful pollen from their bodies. Both Kirishima and Sero hit the floor coughing. Tokoyami watched as Y/n helped both boys up from the ground.

……………………………….

Y/n glared harshly at Shoto. Her eyes challenged him as she slurped down her soba. He held his father’s black card while Y/n held her allowance in hand.

“I asked to get food, I’ll pay.” She gritted out. Shoto laughed and leaned forward grabbing tempura. 

“You know the rules Sparkles, I always pay.” He answered as he ate the fried bamboo. Y/n’s eye twitched as she grabbed a fried shrimp. She breathed out deeply as she drank her mango juice.

“I have my allowance  let me treat you.” Y/n snapped. Shoto laughed at her words as she seemed to boil with rage.

“You may pay,” Y/n’s eyes lit up. “When we’ve run through all my father fortune.” Her face fell. 

“That’s not fair! He’ll never be out of money! That damed bastard is practically made of money!” She groaned hitting her head in the table. Shoto hummed softly and handed the card to the waitress. He poked her head softly and sighed. 

“To make it just to you we can get sweets. Sakura mochi? Taiyoki? What about Dorayaki?” He asked softly. She breathed out harshly and brought her head back up.

“All three, if I’m going to pay I need to use up all the money I can.” Shoto nodded his head softly as he watched her finish up her soba noodles. 

“With the way we’re going, his millions will be gone soon.”

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: Hey y’all, hope y’all enjoy this. I’m gonna put a picture of what the base of Alice!reader’s costume looks like at the ends. It’s not prefect and doesn’t have all the details but it’s just the base. Hope y’all enjoy this.

Word Count: 2,189k

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔢𝔫

Y/n sniffed softly as she rubbed her eyes. She stood in the circle holding tightly onto the softball. Rolling her shoulder her hand began to glow. Her classmates eyes widen slightly. 

I wonder how far I get this thing

As her hands began to glow in many different colors she threw the ball forward. With searing lights the ball flew through the air.

“989.7 meters.” Aizawa voiced holding his device up. 

“WOAH! So manly!” The bright red head yelled. Y/n turned to her classmates, a small smile on her face. She slowly exited the circle, going to sit next to Shoto when a group of boys surrounded her.

“Hey there, my names Denki Kaminari!” The Pikachu looking boy said sliding his arm over her shoulder. Y/n smiled softly with a small giggle.

“Eijiro Kirishima!” The red head announced. Y/n quickly turned to him, her eyes meeting his crimsons. Immediately she moved to his side pulling at his spiked hair. 

It’s so soft, and it’s so smooth. 

His face flushed the same color as his hair as she played with it. He laughed softly down at her as she played with his hair.

“And I’m Hanta Sero.” The boy with tape on his elbows voiced. Y/n hummed softly as she stood next to Kirishima.

“You’re so manly!” He voiced happily. With a small tilt of her head she stared up at him. 

“Manly? But I’m a girl.” Kirishima’s face fell in a nervous chuckle. Aizawa watched his daughter with a small smile. While he wanted to pull her away from the boys she was getting older.

It did break his heart that she wasn’t so small anymore. She wouldn’t crawl into his lap as he graded papers. She wouldn’t sit on his shoulders as they walked around.

From her side Y/n glanced over at Aizawa. Her eyes were soft and looking for guidance. She was nibbling in her lip, her fingers were twitching in Kirishima hair. 

He gave her a small nod and she smiled brightly. Y/n turned to the boys talking softly with them as they all gushed over her. 

………………………

The cool breeze sways gently across Y/n’s figure. She slowly drank her juice as Aizawa showed the quirk placement test rankings. As she stared up at the rankings she offered a small pink candy to Shoto.

He took it from her hand gently and popped it into his mouth. She stared at the hologram as her names popped up. 

1st place that’s kinda neat, didn’t even realize I was doing so well

As her whole class looked down at her, she stared back. Her eyes caught the angry blondes and she couldn’t help but smile. The way his body seemed to quiver as she simply sat on the ground. 

No drive, not a care in the world that she’s beat him. He growled softly as he turned his head away from her. As Aizawa informed the class no one would be expelled Y/n just stood from the ground. Dusting off her pants and plopping a green candy into her mouth. 

“I'm surprised the rest of you didn't figure that out. I'm sorry, I guess I probably should have said something.” Yaoyorozu told the panicking green haired boy. 

Yeah, you should have 

Y/n giggles softly as her classmates sighed. Her eyes followed her father as he walked away handing a slip to the green haired boy. 

Slowly she moved to him with a smile. Snapping her fingers her the white porcelain tea pot and cups floated in the air around her.

“Tea?” She asked with a small smile. His brow furrowed as the pot pour out. The tea itself was a milky white. A small cream pitcher full of a red velvet looking milk poured in. The blue flower covered sugar bowl spooned out yellow sugar into his cup.

Then one of the painted blue roses flew into the cup dissolving instantly. The teaspoon swelled around in the cup, mixing it all together, and slowly, the tea turned into a royal blue color. She offered the teacup to him with a gentle smile.

“Drink it’ll make you feel better.” She offered with a smile. Slowly he took the cup and brought it to his lips. Drinking the cup dry its contents the cup lifted away from his mouth floating in the air. His finger cracked back into place as a healed over completely.

“Woah that’s amazing. Is that your quirk? Healing tea?” He asked amazed. She tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“That’s incredible. You’d be an incredible rescue hero with a power like that!” Uraraka yelled happily. Y/n smiled softly as she grabbed her tea pot.

“What a lame quirk! You’ll never make it pro with that!” The blonde yell laughing. 

“Dude! So not manly!” Kirishima voiced. Humming softly while staring at Bakugo Y/n held her tea pot up. She point the snout to his head. 

“Boom.” It was like an explosion went off. A mass of fire and ashes flew past the side of his face. A small piece being at his skin and she laughed. Her classmates back away from her at the noise. Staring at his bewildered face she turned away. 

Bakugo stood there, his eyes ablaze. He thought to himself, “whoever that girl is, I’m gonna crush her.”

………………………

Aizawa watched as his daughter stood holding her tray of food in the cafeteria. She looked indecisive and small. He never wanted her to feel small again.

“Why can’t we just bring her to the teachers lounge!” Hizashi whines wanting to grab Y/n

“Because Hizashi she needs to socialize.” Aizawa said through gritted teeth. The obnoxious blonde at his side pouted and crossed his arms. He wanted just as badly to grab his daughter. To pull her to the safety of his classroom. 

“Look at her just standing there all alone!” He squealed. “I just can’t take it anymore!” The blonde went to grab Y/n. He moved two steps away from Aizawa when the familiar scarf wrapped around him.

“Don’t you think I want to grab her. I know this is all new to her. Do uou honestly think that the most selfish parts of me doesn’t want to pull her away!” Aizawa declared quietly. Her gaze traveled back to her. The red head from his class was by her side.

They were smiling and talking. He hated it. I hated that she was no longer his little girl. He hated that she had to grow up now. He hated that he had to stand here watching her and he couldn’t just be next to her. But he knew better. 

She was growing up. That was a fact he’d have to accept. He could only want what was best for her. 

“As her father… I know she needs to do this. I have to let her go sometime. At least here I can still watch over her.” Aizawa admitted quietly. The scarf was pulled away from Hizashi. His blue eyes bore at Aizawa’s sighing gently. 

“Well I’m not her father! So I’m gonna pull her away from that stinky boy!” Just like that the scarf wrapped right back around him. Aizawa sides softly, pulling him away from the scene. At least it looked like she was having fun.

………………………

Y/n napped quietly when the door to her class was thrown open. Look up through her hooded eyes there stood All Might.

Really uncle might, you always wake me up. 

He stood in his older costume, it looked tacky to her. But not everyone had 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒 as a style console. She looked out the window staring as the gentle flow of the wind. She watched as the walls expanded revealing cases with bright neon green numbers. 

“But one of the keys of being a hero is... looking good! These were designed for you based on your Quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in before school started." All Might announced. The whole class jeered loudly. 

Quickly Y/n’s hands flew to her ears. Trying to drown out the noise. It buzzed in her ear annoying. She watched as one by one her classmates grabbed their costumes. She felt a gentle hand in her shoulder.

“Lost in your own world again?” Shoto asked softly. Nodding her head softly she took the case from him. 13 was plastered on it in blood neon green. 

“What if I think it’s really ugly?” She whispered as his cold hand helped her up. He shrugged as the pair began to walk towards the locker rooms.

“You’ll figure it out.” She smiled and walked into the locker room. The other girls were already half dressed in their costumes. Slowly going to the corner she began to take off her clothes. 

Piece by piece she removed them till all that remained was her shirt. After a few seconds she pulled it off. Left in her bra and underwear she went to open her case when an audible collective gasp rang through the room. 

From behind her the other girls stared at her. Her body littered with scars, on her back especially. Yaoyorozu blinked herself out of her trance quickly trying to break the other girl.

“What?” Y/n asked softly opening her case. 

“It’s nothing!”

“Yeah totally nothing!”

“Your set is just really nice!” Nodding her head she began to dress

“Would you like for us to stay a minute?” Mina asked with her bubbly smile.  Shaking her head, the girls filed out of the room, leaving her to her thoughts. As she dressed she couldn’t help but scrunch her nose

They gotten the design all wrong. She looked messy and dare she say ugly. It was mess of colors and different fabrics. The air behind her warp as the families green eyed short blonde stood next to her.

“𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒’𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓂 𝐼 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉!” Y/n giggled softly as she was sat down. Ribbons, fabrics and lace float through the air. A black ribbon weaves itself through her hair pulling it up into a ponytail with tiny braids. 

The messed colors were quickly changed into the more desired look. The ugly stitching was fix up. Y/n sat patently as 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒 moved around her quickly. 

“𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼’𝓂 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊… 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓊𝓈.” Y/n could only smile at her words. 

………………………

In the training area All Might looked around nervously. He’d counted for all his students but one. The one student he trust had to watch over, lest he endure Aizawa’s wrath.  As all he students stared at one another’s outfits he panicked silently.

Y/n was the only student other that Midoriya really matter to him. Y/n was practically U.A. royalty and he’d just got there. He couldn’t have already lost her. 

“I’m Mr. All Might sir, are we gonna start the lesson soon?” Uraraka asked with a bright smile. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he nodded. 

“Yes but where is young Aiz-“

“I’m right here!” The sound of running footsteps echoed don the dimly lit hall. As she stepped into the light the class stared in awe. She was red in a blue laced top with some velvet fabric under it. A blood red side skirt attached to her waist with different card sewn into it. A light blueish scarf fell around her waist.

Silver armor like curls went up her side, along with shoulder and a chocker with a key around her neck. Similarly cuffs were around her hands. Her eyes were shield by dark blue like glasses with a blood scarf like thing around her mouth. If you looked closely small hearts were laced into it. 

Her blue socks had small rabbits carved into them, they were torn in a few places. Bright red boots were covered in what looked like brunt up deck cards. 

Around her waist was a corset like belt with small charms hanging from it. Colorful mushrooms in small jars, a deck of playing cards, as tea saucers, a stopwatch, a small mirror and other random objects. 

She looked odd, some colors didn’t completely match. Black ribbons and lace held up her hair. Small braids were laced with royal blue roses. The roses looked like there were small music notes on them. So light in color they were barely visible. Blackened thorns curved around her boots. They seemed almost bloody, almost animalistic ready to strike. 

Gently embedded into her corset like belt were small crowns. They weren’t silver like the rest of her armor like pieces. But green and gold. On her hip going down her left like was a chain of cards. They were hand painted and the Ace card has a pair of golden twin girls on it. That card seems to be splattered with blood.

“Sorry didn’t mean to be late.” She answered softly. She s,okay walked over yo the ground as they followed her every step. Her costume was the most intricate. The details alone most have been difficult to do.

“You designs this yourself?” Tsyu asked with ribbit. 

With a knowing smile Y/n answered, “I had some help.”

This is her base, ignore any of the features that don’t correlate with you. Also ignore the yellow lighting. And the hair, I couldn’t find a better way to do it. But this was kind my thoughts.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

So as we enter the actual series I think I need some help. I’m having a bit of trouble making Alice!reader’s hero name. I have a few ideas but I would love some suggestions from y’all.

Nemesis: A goddess of revenge and justice

Serenity: the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled

Wonder Rose: The Roses of Wonderland are the symbol of the Second Alice and are a part of all the teas Alice!reader drinks

Querencia: A place where one feels safe; a place from which one's strength of character is drawn

Paracosm: a detailed, imaginary world created by a child involving humans, aliens, and supernatural creatures

This will not be a final decision but will hold a great influence cause I’m indecisive.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n : We get to meet a new friend of Alice!reader’s. 😁😁😁

Word Count : 722

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

A/n: TW for this chapter being creepy men near the beginning.

The soft yellow lights of Y/n’s room glowed as she sat at her desk, her literature book laid out in front of her. She tiredly flipped through the pages of Romeo and Juliet, it brought a small smile to her face. Although Romeo was incredibly reckless and impulsive his love for Juliet brought a smile to her lips. Juliet a more calm and dutiful daughter who rebelled against her family out a love. A true tragedy of a love story.

Small pebbles hit at her window quickly. Standing from her desk she opened her window, a rock hitting her forehead. She froze for a moment as the figure bellow cursed softly.

“Shit! You good kid?” Y/n rubbed her face and looked down at the scared man. His black hair, turquoise eyes and purple scars all over his body.

“Yes. Why are you here Dabi.” He smiled widely as he opened his duffle bag, it was filled to the brim with spray paint. Y/n’s eyes glittered softly as she stared down at all the colors. 

“Let me change!” Y/n slammed her window and rummaged around her drawls. Putting out black sweats and tank top she threw them on. Aizawa was out on some hero work and begrudgingly left her home alone under the promise she wouldn’t leave the house. 

Y/n smirked as she closed her book and opened her window back up. Aizawa would be disappointed if he knew all the things she did when he wasn’t home but what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Climbing down from her window she stood next to Dabi, his frame towering hers. She smiled brightly up at him as her placed his long jacket around her.

“It’s cold out crazy, now let’s go before I regret coming to get you.” The fourteen year old smiles as she skipped in front of him. She hummed softly, the flowers growing as she walked down the path. The pair their way down an alley, some drunk men staring at Y/n. 

Dabi sped up placing his hand firmly on her shoulder, he didn’t like the look the men were giving her. He’d seen that look on boys before, and he would not allow what they wanted when he was there to protect her. 

She pouted up at him as he forced her to walk next to him. She simply let Dabi pull her close. Once out of the alley she struggled away from him with a curious look. The pair made their way to an abandoned building and Dabi threw blue paint at Y/n. 

Immediately Y/n began spraying the the wall, Dabi stood close as he did the same. Her perfect and strange flowers next to his threatening words. His eyes bore down at her, watching her innocent smile as she vandalized the wall. She hummed softly, bobbing her head up and down. 

“Hey Dabi?”

“What crazy?”

She cocked her head to the side as she knelt down. She picked a glowing turquoise flower with a white center. Rolling his eyes he knelt down to her as she place the flower in his hair.

“I’m hungry. Do you have an food?” Dabi chuckled as he ruffled her hair. He reached into his bag pulling out a container of ramen, with pork and vegetables. Y/n’s eyes lit up as she took the container and chopsticks from Dabi. 

Y/n slide down the wall, munching on her steaming food as Dabi continued to spray paint the wall. He watched her slurp up the noodles, eat the bok Chou with a bright smile and drinking the streaming spicy broth. 

Hunger was something Y/n was full of. When ever he went to see her she was hungry. It wasn’t that she wasn’t being fed, Dabi knew the the pro hero who was her guardian feed her incredibly well. After a while he began to bring food for his crazy kid.

He reached into his bag as she slipped the broth, his threw a small strawberry cake at her. She caught it with a giddy smile as she finished her ramen. She began to devour the sweet treat as Dabi smiled softly.

Together the pair sat in relative silence, all except for the much g on cake and the paint spraying on the wall.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n : We finally start the series 😁. We get to see class 1-A. And Alice!reader being a daddies girl.

Word Count : 1,595

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊

The screens of the teachers observation room played with different future students battling against the testing bots. Next to Aizawa, Y/n sat on the ground slumping on her noddles as she watched her future classmates.

“Who’s that one?” Y/n mumble her mouth full of noodles. Aizawa tired eyes moved to the screen she pointed her perfectly manicured finger. 

“Izuku Midoryia.”He mumbled as he sipped in the latte his daughter brought. She hummed softly as she watched the green haired boy battle around the bots. She’d seen him somewhere she just wasn’t sure where. 

Maybe in passing when she was out of maybe… wait he was the boy with the sludge monster. Her gaze moved to another screen where a raging blonde was, destroying everything in his path. He was the sludge boy too. 

Y/n had watched the fight at home when she was studying with Hizashi. The blondes explosiveness made her giggle softly. He jumped around blasting every bit that moved. 

“Remind me again N/n why don’t you go spend time with Todoroki?” Hizashi asked as he sipped the peach tea Y/n brought him from her favorite shop. 

“Cause I wanna see the kids who’ll be in my class. Other me and Shoto.” Her uncle nodded his head as he pet her hair. Her eyes trailed on all screens with a smile. All these kids were talented, some more than others. None of them were in her level other than maybe a few.

“Scoping out the completion early huh?” She gently shock her head as she sipped on her matcha. 

“Not really, I’m just curious.” Her eyes trailed back into the screen as she happily ate her food. All the teacher around her sipped on the drinks that Y/n brought them as they watched the students taking notes. 

Aizawa studied his daughter for a moment. Her eyes trailed over some of the examines. It was obvious to him that she saw potential in them. She was always able to determine one’s abilities to say. 

Perhaps it was a a side effect of her childhood before him. A childhood he had limited knowledge over. To this day Y/n don’t hold many close to her heart. She was emotionally unstable sometimes, swapping between joy and rage often.

If not rage than she merely had this dazed out look on her face. Like she was in a different world, maybe this world was the different one for her. She seemed so out of place when she was here. New things still excited her.

Her newest obsession was getting her nails done. He didn’t mind that though, he liked the way she would bounce over to him showing off the gems and girly colors on her nails. 

As he studied her, he knew she was studying her future classmates. She would analyze them till there was nothing left. She did it to Todoroki, and he was always changing. 

He sighed softly as he looked back at the green haired boy.

………………………..

Y/n stared down the large door to her new class. Class 1-A, what kind of students needed this big a door. She pushed the door open as she pulled her skirt down slightly. 

It was kinda cute, if only it was in a different color. All the other students turned to her, immediately stopping their argument. 

“If you’re just here to make friends then you can pack up your stuff right now.” Aizawa’s voice came from behind her. The green haired boy gasped as the pretty brunette and blue haired boy turned to fully look at them. 

On the ground in his yellow sleeping bag her dad laid on the floor. She giggled softly as she moved through the trio. She listened as he scolded the trio. Quickly finding an empty sit behind the blonde boy she watched turn the exam. 

“You were late Y/n.” Aizawa uttered. The rest of the class turned to the girl who was popping a candy in her mouth. 

“My feet were in the class before yours, if anything you’re late.” She muttered. The class whipped their heads around between their teacher and their peer.

Aizawa sighed softly as he reached into his yellow sleeping bag. 

“Right let’s get to it. Put these in and head outside.” Aizawa pulled their gym uniforms out. One after the other her classmates grabbed their uniforms Y/n lingered behind. 

She took her uniform from her dad a smile on her face. She liked the way her classmates looked. She recognized a few of them. 

“Go Y/n, make some new friends.” She gave her dad a tiny smile as she skipped away towards the locker room.

………………………..

“What? A quirk assessment test?”

Y/n sat on the ground next to Shoto while drawing in the dirt. She lazily drew small pictures with her nail, not worried about the dirt.

“But orientation! We’re gonna miss it!” The pretty brunette said. Y/n rested her head on her other hand. 

I think her name is Uraraka. 

“If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.” Aizawa spoke. Y/n nodded her head softly. She’d been watching the first year ceremony since she was eight, it was a huge bore.

The students around her gasped, Y/n yawned. As Aizawa continued his lecture Y/n grab onto her h/t hair, playing with a lock of it. 

I wonder what Hatter is doing? Is he having a tea party? I want tea, and cakes. Oh and those muffins that March Hare would make. They always had this pink frosting that tasted like berries on it.

“Bakugo, you managed to get the most points in the entrance exam. What was your farthest throw with a softball when you were in junior high?“ Aizawa asked cutting of her thoughts. 

She huffed softly as the angry explosion boy from the exam answered. She stared at him, a small smile. He looked like a Pomeranian.

“Sixty-seven meters, I think.” He answered. Y/n kept her gaze on him, she liked his voice. It wasn’t tired and scratchy like her dad’s. Or cold and smooth like Shoto’s. It was deep and kinda rough.

She watched him as Aizawa made him stand in the throwing circle. She watched him roll his shoulders slightly. 

“DIE!” The ball when shooting into the sky with Bakugo’s explosive power. Her eyes widened and she cast her gaze up at her popsicle friend. He gave her a slight nod and she returned her gaze to the blonde. 

The Queen of Hearts would like him.

“All of you need to know your maximum capabilities. It’s the most rational way of figuring out your potential as a pro hero.” Aizawa clicked his device showing off how far Bakugo’s ball had gone. 705.2 meters.

Everyone stared in awe and the Pikachu boy spoke up. “705 meters, are you kidding me?”  As her classmates all began to get excited Y/n popped a Carmel in her mouth.

She’d never really taken these kinds of test before. Aizawa had his daughter retain strength and endurance of course. Morning runs and Sunday nights lifts were a part of there routine.

Eight physical tests, last place meant expulsion. It didn’t worry Y/n. Her dad would never expel her even if she would get last place. 

Being everyone else must suck

…………..

A four tests were already done and Y/n smiled softly to herself as she sipped on her juice. She’d done pretty well for herself, not that she was worried. She was Y/n Aizawa of course she was doing good. 

Everyone was staring at her though. She wasn’t sure why. It’s not like she thought she stood out much. She wasn’t all the pretty.

𝐸𝓍𝒸𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑒! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈! 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒜𝐿𝐼𝒞𝐸!

Sorry, didn’t mean to be mean to myself

𝐼’𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃!

Y/n shuffles to Aizawa’s side, a small pout in her face.

“They’re all staring at me.” She mumbled softly. Aizawa gave his a softly look as he too had noticed all his students.

“Do you not like it?” She shrugged her eyes down cast. 

“I dunno.” Aizawa sighed softly as he motioned to his students. 

“Talk to a few of them, maybe they’ll stop staring.” Y/n left his side, not giving much indication of what she was feeling. 

She looked around, she didn’t want to talk to them. What if they don’t like her. Slowly she approached a pink haired girl. Her hair was fluffy. She pat the girls shoulders. She turned around, stopping her conversation with a few other girls.

“I like your hair.” She uttered. The pink girl laughed.

“Thanks.?”

“It’s like cotton candy.” The pink girl froze. She stared at Y/n differently. She stared at Y/n’s large and doe like eyes. Her full and pretty lips. Her smooth clear s/c skin that seemed to shine softly. She even smelt good, just like sugar.

“Well aren’t you a cutie! I’m Mina Ashido!” Y/n smiled softly as she looked over at Uraraka throw her ball. The two girls who she now knew as Mina (who insisted on being call by her first name) and the pretty raven head Momo Yaoyorozu. 

“Thank you.” She squeaked softly. The two girls went wide eyed as they stared at her. Y/n curled her nose as she watched Aizawa stop Midoryia. 

The rest of the class looked over at her as she rubbed her eyes and yawned sitting in the floor.

So cute!

Y/n rolled her eyes as she watched Aizawa scold the broccoli looking boy. It’s gonna be a long first day.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: Timeskip for like two years later. We get Auntie Nemuri(Midnight)!!! Protective dadzawa😁😁. Series triggers bellow.

Word Count: 1,451 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊

Aizawa walked towards the training ground of U.A as Nezu rode along in his scarf. Nezu went on and on about Y/n file but Aizawa didn’t really paid attention. As the pair made it to the grounds they saw Y/n sitting in the ground, eyes shut and mediating. 

Strangely colored mushrooms and flowers flowed all around her. Her hair was tied up in a loose style. Most likely done by Nemuri who watched her while grading some papers.

“Extraordinary isn’t she.” Nezu mumbled softly. The principal watched her with such intrigue. 

“Yeah, she is.” Aizawa answered as Nezu climbed down.

“Her quirk is one of the most versatile quirks I’ve ever seen. She can do some many different things.” Nezu said while hold up Y/n’s file up to Aizawa. Aizawa gently took the file and read it carefully.

Subject 108 

WonderCorps

Subject 108 shows great signs of strength, power and agility. She has withstood many of our expectations and experiments. The only issues that we’ve run in his her determination to protect the other experiments. She’s given five of them names. She won’t let the other doctors near them and uses her abilities to protect them. Her abilities grow stronger as she does. Yesterday I placed her in the glass room with three other experiments and they didn’t stand a chance. She turned them into dust within a few minutes. If she continues to progress like this we will have our Alice in no time. 

~ signed Doctor Glass

Aizawa closed her file from the WonderCorps and watched as Y/n shot up. She was showing Nemuri a colorful flower. Nezu took the file back and tucked it under his arm. 

“Did you find the missing files yet?” Aizawa asked and Nemuri began to bring Y/n over to them. Nezu shook his head.

“No, the five file after Y/n’s are still missing. We’ve checked the whole facility. Most things were burnt up. We took all the evidence and I have all the video tapes in my office.” Nezu said. Y/n looked over at him and shot her body forward. 

“DOOR MOUSE!” Y/n yelled as she ran forward. Right before she was going to crash into Nezu and give him a big hug she stopped. Instead she crashed into Aizawas legs and he was pushed back a little. 

Aizawa hugged onto his daughter as she held a big smile on her face. 

“DAD! DAD! LOOK LOOK!” Y/n shouted while jumping up and down a little. She held out her and and the air in her palms began to warp and glow with all colors of the rainbow. A orange and pink flower with a bright yellow stem appeared. Y/n held it out for Aizawa to take.

Aizawa took the colorful flower with a small smile. He places the flower in his pocket as Y/n made another one for Nezu. 

“Why thank you N/n.” Nezu said as he held onto his flower. 

“You’re welcome Door Mous- I mean Nezu.” Y/n smiled as she corrected herself. Aizawa combed his hand through her daughter hair gently as Nemuri stood next to him. Nemuri sent him a small look and Aizawa nodes his head.

Nezu took Y/n towards the office. Y/n held a big smile as she pounced up and down. 

“Are we going to go for tea?” Y/n asked as her light blue dress pounced up and down. Nezu nodded as he lead her away. Aizawa turned to Nemuri with a confused look.

“What is it Midnight?” Aizawa asked.

Nemuri turned to him with a slight glare.

“Aizawa you know what I’m about to say.” Nemuri said.

“No Midnight, it’s way too soon for that.” Aizawa insisted.

“Aizawa, she needs to interact with kids her age.” Nemuri explained while crossing her arms. Aizawa shook his head with a slight glare. 

“Absolutely not! Midnight she’s not ready for that yet. We’ve only had her for two years, she still loses control and what if something happened?” 

Midnight sighed softly and looked back Aizawa. She kept her arms crossed as she stared at him.

“Aizawa she’s made lots of improvements since we saved her. You need to socialize her with other kids.” Midnight argued.

“Midnight there’s still so much we don’t know about Y/n, about her powers. We still haven’t learned everything. Plus there are still times where she doesn’t show or process her emotions and feeling correctly” Aizawa said.

Midnight groaned in frustration. Aizawa wasn’t listening to what she was saying. She wasn’t asking him to put her in school. She was just asking to have her meet kids her age.

“I’m not saying put her school, I’m saying she needs friends.” Midnight hissed.

Aizawa groaned and rubbbed his eyes. He was too tired for this. Sure he knew eventually Y/n would need friend her age but this was too soon. Yes Y/n had come a long way from that kid in a hospital but they didn’t know what things could set her emotions off.

Maybe Midnight was right. Maybe Y/n did need to meet some kids her own age. Aizawa sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Okay.”

“O-okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll see what I can do.” 

Midnight stared at Aizawa’s back as her began to walk away. Midnight stood frozen for a moment.

“Wait! Aizawa what do you mean okay?” Midnight shrieked from the grounds. 

“I mean I’ll find her a friend.” Aizawa shouted back. 

As her turned his back to her again and rubbed his face. As he walked towards Nezu’s office he thought to himself. How could he give his daughter a friend without endangering another child. As Aizawa opened the door to Nezu’s office Y/n sat drinking her tea softly.

Nezu placed his phone down and picked up his tea cup. Nezu motioned to the empty chair and began to pour some tea for Aizawa. Before Aizawa could add and sugar the sugar pot began to float. The spoon picked up some sugar and placed it into his tea.

Multiple colors surround the tea cup and spoon as Y/n used her quirk to mix in the sugar. Aizawa watched his daughter carefully. She held her tongue out a little and had her eyes closed. 

When the sugar had been mixed in properly Y/n floated the tea cup towards her dad. Aizawa sent her a small smile as he took the tea cup. Y/n smiled brightly as she went back to her own tea.

“How did your conversation with Midnight go?” Nezu questioned as he sipped his tea. Aizawa snuck a quick glance at Y/n and saw she was occupied with floating the tea cups.

“Midnight wants to socialize Y/n with kids her own age.” Aizawa grumbled as he took a small sip. His face turned unpleasant, Y/n had out too much sugar.

“That girls sweet tooth is something else.” Aizawa mumbles softly. 

“Oh yes, Midnight did mention that to me.” Nezu said. Aizawa turned to Nezu with a tired look.

“You didn’t think to tell me?” Aizawa groaned. Nezu sent him a small smile as he looked over at Y/n. Colorful butterflies flew around her and landed in her hair. The butterflies became small clips in her hair. 

Aizawa smiles softly at her as a small mouse appears in her lap. The mouse is dressed in old Victoria clothes. The mouse his a light brown color with pink ears and nose. Y/n talks softly with the Door Mouse. 

Aizawa still doesn’t completely understand how this creatures or as Y/n makes him call the her friends appear. No one really knows where they come from.

“I thought you’d agree, Y/n needs friends that her age and need to socialize.” Nezu replied softly. Aizawa rested his elbows on Nezu’s desk. 

“Who was that you were in the phone with?” Aizawa questions trying to change the subject.

“Endeavor, he was inquiring about Y/n.” Nezu sipped his tea as Y/n handed him a beautifully draw landscape. It was filled with different sized and differently colored mushrooms. A purple checked path on the ground lead to a large green castle.

“What? Why?” Aizawa asked as his head shot up. Endeavor wasn’t really fond of Y/n like the others were. When she was rescued Y/n didn’t seem to like Endeavor.

“He didn’t say, he was just asking about her improvement.” Nezu say as her hung up the landscape next to the many other drawings Y/n had given him. 

Aizawa looked down at Y/n as she drew and talking her her mouse friend. An idea popped into Aizawa’s head.

“Nezu, Endeavor has a son around Y/n’s age right?” Aizawa asked shooting Y/n a small glance.

“I believe so? Why?” 

“I think I just found a friend for Y/n.”

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: So Alice!reader is in the Endeavor hate train 😁😁😁😁. Series trigger warnings will be below.

Word Count: 540

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

Endeavor stared at the girl with a light glare. The girl had just stared at him for ten minutes. The cat on her lap was glaring at him with such fury.

“Cheshire doesn’t like you.” The girl growled. Endeavor’s eyes widened in surprise at her words. 

“If Cheshire doesn’t like you I don’t!” The girl glared. Endeavor sent her a confused look at her words. She wasn’t speaking in correct sentences.

“Get out!” The girl fumed.

“Excuse me?” Endeavor questioned. The car in her lap disappeared leaving only a creepy smile. Then it appeared in font of his face barring his sharp teeth.

“GET OUT!” She yelled as Cheshire pounced  onto Endeavor pushing him onto his back outside of the room. Quickly the other hero’s pulled Endeavor away from the cat as it disappeared right back to the girl.

“What happened Endeavor?” Midnight asked helping up from the ground. Endeavor growled as he rose from the ground. 

“That fucking cat is psycho! That girl is also psycho!” Endeavor groaned as he wiped blood from his cuts. Midnight rolled her eyes at him.

“She’s a child Endeavor! Not a monster.” Midnight explained. Midnight entered the room with a smile and the girl looked up at her.

“Hello honey, how do you feel?” Midnight ponder. Cheshire stared at Midnight then nodded at the girl. 

“He likes you.” The girl smiles warmly. Midnight asked if she could sit next to her. The girl nods with a smile.

“You’re pretty.” The girl smiled.

“What’s your name honey?” Midnight wondered. The girl tilted her hand confused. Midnight went to hold the girls hand but Cheshire bared his teeth. Midnight slowly placed her hand down. 

“Honey, what happened to you. What happened in the facility. What happened to all the scientists, doctors, nurses, everyone there. Who was in charge of everything.” Midnight asked. The girls breath picked up and her hand began to shake as a look of fear came onto her face. 

Midnight lowered her eyes knowing she had asked too much. Midnight sent her a smile and stood up from the bed. Midnight exited the room and the hero’s stood up. 

“Well, what did she say?” Nezu asked from Aizawa’s shoulder. Midnight took in a breath and shook her head lightly.

“She doesn’t speak much, I can’t figure out her name and I think I overwhelmed her with all the questions.” Midnight admitted.

“Well she kicked Endeavor out, she let me sit next to her, she let you sit next to you and she talked with you. The only person we haven’t tried is you Shota.” Present Mic said. 

“Nezu hasn’t gone either.” Aizawa sighed. 

“Actually I did but she tried to squeeze the life out of me. She thought I was a door mouse? I’m not sure.” Nezu said with a laugh at the end. With a groan Aizawa opened the door and the girl looked into his eyes with a smile. 

“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Aizawa asked walking near her. The girl stared up at her with a dreamy smile. 

“So you just gonna stare at me with you that dreamy smile kid?” Aizawa pondered. The girl misted stared into the distance and Aizawa stared at her with a smile. 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: All series triggers will be bellow. If anyone does like hospitals here’s a small warning.

Word Count: 714 words

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔

Aizawa watch the small girl through a hospital window. After the carnage of the lab she was brought to a hospital. A female doctor walked out of the room and over to the hero’s guarding the girls room.

“How is she doc?” Present Mic questioned concern laced in his tone. The doctor let out a sigh and shook her head. 

“The poor girls got two fractured ribs, three bruised ribs, one broken rib, a broken right arm, her left arm bone is bruised, a grade two concussion, and not to mention all the bruises and scars on the outside of her body. Some of her old cuts opened up during her fight. And there obviously years on abuse on her body. Once we find out how old she is we’ll be able to treat her better.” The Doctor informs the hero’s. 

The hero’s all gasp and exclaim is worry. Mic placed his hand over his mouth. Endeavor’s eyes widen but remained calm. Midnight gasps and begins to ask what kind of monster would do that to a little girl. 

Aizawa goes to look at the girl in pity only to find some man standing above her. His outfit is strange and colorful, with a strange hat on his head. He’s holding and tea pot and tea cups float in the air. 

Aizawa attempts to open the door only for it to be lock. The other hero’s look at Aizawa as he try’s to open the door. Only once they see the strange man do they realize why Aizawa was in such a frenzy.

Endeavor pushes the hero’s to the side and blast at the door with his fire but to no avail. Aizawa begins to pound on the window as staff become worried.

Aizawa watches as the strange man rolls his eyes at the hero’s. He grabs one on the cup floating around a pours tea into the tea cup. Aizawa begins to pound on the window as the other hero’s try and open the room from any angle. 

The man take his hat off and kneels down . He gently grabs the small girl and pulls her closer to his body. Aizawa pauses at this. The man was being too gentle, like he was afraid of breaking her.

THe man brought the tea cup to the girls lips and pour some tea down her throat. After some tea went down the girls throat the man placed her back onto her bed. 

All the floating tea cups slowly descended onto the side table as the man placed down the tea cup he was holding. The teapot still floated and the man placed it down while grabbing his strange hat. 

The man placed his hat onto his indigo hair. The man pet her hair and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. Aizawa pushed Endeavor away from the door and kicked it open. 

Aizawa rushed into the room the hero’s not far behind. Aizawa stared into the mans teal eyes as the man bowed at him. And with a snap of his fingers the man was gone. 

Aizawa went to the girl quickly and looked her over. Her pale s/c skin was beginning to have color. The deep bags under her eyes were softer. The bruise covering the left side of her face began to feel.

Midnight went to grab the tea pot only for an orb of light to surrounded the cups and pot pushing her away. 

“Is she okay?” Mic asked standing next to Aizawa. Before Aizawa can answer the girls eyes shoot open causing Mic to scream.  The girl shoot up inhaling deeply while looking around ignoring the hero’s in her room.

When her eyes landed on the tea pot she reached out for it. The tea pot and cup began to float towards her. The pot poured tea into her tea cup and with shaky hands she took a sip. 

The girl stared at each hero for a moment before the air next her began to warp. A large fry cat with blue stripes large golden eyes and a smile stretched across his face floated next to the girl.  

The cat landed on her lap and she laid back into the pillows while the hero’s were under the cats watchful eyes. 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

A/n: All series triggers will be bellow. I’ll say this now, as sweet at alice! Reader is she’s deadly. That’s all the future context I’m giving. Enjoy. 😉

Word Count: 464

Trigger Warnings: Gore, Blood, Horror, Cursing, Child Abuse, Human experiments, Child abandonment, Angst, Depression, Anxiety, PTSD, Insomnia, etc

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊

Aizawa stared ahead with his eyes hurting. He had no idea why Nezu had insisted he go along on this mission. As he roamed the halls of the building he could help but feel uneasy.

This building had a creepy nostalgic feeling. It’s felt  familiar, yet unnatural. There was a scream and Aizawa darted down the hallway as his comm came one. 

“I’ve got the west wing.” Aizawa said while throwing open a door. In the room was a bunch of tanks filled with strange colorful creatures. In different jars were strange plants and mushrooms. Blood covered the room. 

Bodies filled the floor while flowers and mushrooms grew out of their bodies. Aizawa gaged at the sight and the smell of blood filled his nose. Another scream filled his ears and Aizawa ran towards the sound.

Aizawa froze in his spot at the sight before him. A glowing portal was behind a small figure of a little girl. Nurse, doctors, and guards dead bodies surrounded her. 

Her arms, legs and neck were bandaged with dirt and blood seeping through. Blood stained her hands and she slowly turned her head towards him. Aizawa gasped at the figures behind her. 

A women around her late twenties with long dark blue hair, olive skin, blood red eyes, and a bloody sword with thorny vines covering it. The woman was dressed in a red shirt and black pants. The throngs seemed to infect her body, creeping up her arms and her legs.

A man around his early thirties with brown hair, fair skin, golden eyes and he was, holding a bloody musics sheet along with a blue rose bleeding on his shoulder. The man was dressed in a blue shirt, and brown pants. The blue roses slowly turned red from blood, one slowly grew out of his bloody wound in his forehead.

The second woman around he early twenties had golden blonde hair, tanned skin, emerald eyes, and a bloody crown on her head. She was dressed in a green dress with a ribbon in the back and small ribbon in her hair. As she shifted her head, her face seemed to decay.

The last people were two girls around eighteen, with snow pale skin, one with cyan eyes, the other sunset orange, both girls had white hair. The taller one was dressed in a light yellow dress with ruffles at the top, and the other in a golden yellow with a red skirt overalls. Each girl had blood on their mouths and necks. In each hand was half of a bloody ace card imbedded into their hands.

As the portal behind the girl turned off the figures disappeared. The small girl collapsed and Aizawa caught her before her head could hit the ground. As the lights went on he could see her features.

Her h/c hair was covered in blood. Her s/c skin was covered by dirty and bloody bandages. Her hospital gown was bloody and gross. A large bruise formed on her left side of her face. 

As his back up ran into the room Aizawa couldn’t move his eyes from the small girl.

Divider credit @sisterlucifergraphics

Edit: I’m going through some of my fic and making them look a bit prettier and fixing some of the grammar.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢

𝔒𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪

……………………

ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ

…………

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀

𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇 

𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒

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ₜₕₑ ₜᵢₙy dᵣₐₘ ₜₕₒᵤgₕₜ ₐₙd ₜₕₒᵤgₕₜ ₐₙd fᵢₙₐₗₗy ᵢₜ cₐₙ ᵤₚ wᵢₜₕ ₐₙ ᵢdₑₐ

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ι ωιℓℓ ℓєт тнє нυмαηѕ ¢σмє тσ мє αη∂ тнєη, ι ωιℓℓ мαкє тнєм ¢яєαтє му ωσяℓ∂

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔡

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔚𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡

𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔶, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡

𝔖𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔡

ℑ𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔲𝔫𝔶𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔏𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢

𝔅𝔶 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔯

𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰

𝔊𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔰

𝔏𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡

𝔐𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰

𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔞 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔶

'𝔗𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔶

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ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴀᴍᴇ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴀɴ

ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟᴋꜱ

ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇ’ᴅ ꜱɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ

ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʏꜱ

ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴇᴠɪʟ

ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ

ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱɪɴɢ

ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ

ꜱʜᴏᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏꜱᴇꜱ

ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍʙᴇʀ ʀᴇᴅ

ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓃

𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒

𝒯𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁

𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓁

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃𝑒𝒹

𝒯𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝑅𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

𝐿𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

𝒮𝑜 𝒶𝒻𝓇𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁

𝒲𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓅𝑒𝒹

𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓇

𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝒽𝑒’𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝑔𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓅𝓈𝑒

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𝔉𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔧𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

𝔄 𝔱𝔢𝔞 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫

ℑ𝔱 𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔪𝔭 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰

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ₜₕₑ fₒᵤᵣₜₕ ₐₗᵢcₑ wₐₛ ₐ ₚₐᵢᵣ

ₒf ₛᵢbₗᵢₙgₛ wₕₒ wₑᵣₑ ₜwᵢₙₛ

ˢᵗʳᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵂᵒⁿᵈᵉʳˡᵃⁿᵈ

ᴵˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵗᵃˡᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿˢ

Wₐₙdₑᵣᵢₙg ₐcᵣₒₛₛ ₜₕₑ wₒᵣₗd

ₜₕₑy ₚₐₛₛₑd ₜₕᵣₒᵤgₕ ₘₐₙy dₒₒᵣₛ

ᶜᵘʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁿᵉʷ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ

ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵗʳᵃᵛᵉˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉˣᵖˡᵒʳᵉᵈ

ₜₕₑ ₛₜᵤbbₒᵣₙ yₒᵤₙgₑᵣ ₛₕₐᵣₒₙ

ᵀʰᵉ ᶜˡᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵒˡᵈᵉʳ ᴸʸʳᵃ 

Wₑᵣₑ cₗₒₛₑ ₜₒ ₛₑₑ ₜₕₑ ₙₐₜᵤᵣₑ

ᴼᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᴬˡⁱᶜᵉ ₐₜ ₕₐₙd

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𝔅𝔬𝔱𝔥 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡

𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔩𝔶

ℑ𝔫 𝔚𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡

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In which on a mission Shota Aizawa finds a little girl who doesn’t know who she is. Has a power stronger then any he’s very seen. And to top it off seems to control an entire world. 

How with she learn to live in a new world after only knowing life as an experiment?

KiriBaku x fem!Reader

Question

Quick question would anyone be interested in me being over any of my other stories from Wattpad? I have a BakuKiri x fem!reader book and I was wondering if anyone would be interested.