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bakugou x barista!fem!reader

cw: fluff, short

Bakugou makes his daily trip to the nearest coffee shop, but today there is a new barista, who just can’t get his name right.

Bakugou starts to head down to his favorite coffee spot after his morning workout, and when he finally reaches the doors and exhausted sigh leaves his lips. He heads up to the counter ready to say his daily order only to find that when he looks up, it’s someone new. Her hair covering her eyes a bit as it drapes over her shoulder while she writes. He grunts a bit to grab her attention and when she looks up at him with shining e/c eyes, he almost chokes on his spit.

“What can I get you?” You say with a wide smile on your face, I mean it wasn’t all that often that you saw someone as attractive as him.

“Tall black coffee, hot. Please,” He utters the last part quieter than the rest.

“Sure thing! Can I get a name for the order?” You look up at him expectantly, waiting for his response.

“Katsuki.” He says before he pays for the drink watching you write on the cup. You feel his eyes on you the entire time you’re making his drink, not daring to look back at him. Walking back over to the counter you hand him the cup before wishing him a nice day, to which he just nods.

As Bakugou takes the first sip of the coffee he is taken aback, for a newbie you sure knew your shit. While the coffee was still to his lips he glances down at the cup, eyeing your handwriting. It was neat but there was one thing wrong, you had spelled his name wrong. Looking at it more clearly to confirm his suspicion, there it was “katski” His eyes were blown wide looking distastefully at the styrofoam container. How could you have gotten it wrong, it was so easy, he had nothing but good thoughts about you, until now that is. But deciding that everyone makes mistakes, Bakugou forgives you. Just this once.

Just this once turned into everyday for the next two weeks. You had come to look forward to his daily visits, standing at the counter awaiting the tall, built, blonde. Bakugou still hasn’t corrected you on his name, in fact he’s come to find it endearing, kind of like a nickname no one else calls him. So when he waltzes in one day, workout tee clinging to his muscles, you can’t help but stare. He notices your wandering eyes and continues to stride up to you.

“The usual.” Bakugou says leaning on the counter closer to you, so close you can practically smell him, even when sweaty he still smells sweet.

“On it,” You say barely above a whisper. Once you’d finished making it you go to write his name on the cup. Watching your hand write he speaks, “You know,” You stop halfway to look up at him, “ You’ve been spelling it wrong,” Your eyes widen as your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“O-oh i’m sorry,” You mutter looking down at your shoes.

“It’s not that hard y’know, ya could sound it out, it’s so easy,” amusement lingered in his eyes as he teases you. “Gimme your hand.” He demands while you set the drink down and give him your hand. “Pen too, c’mon” He beckons you to give him the writing utensil with impatience.

“Kat-su-ki, see how simple it is,” he glances down at your name tag before finishing, “Y/n” You nod up at him and he continues writing. Whipping your head down in confusion and see a jumble of numbers following his name.

“Feel free to call me if you forget how to spell it again, or,” he pauses to look you in the eye, “if you just wanna have dinner or something.” Bakugou leaves you with a smirk and your jaw on the floor, but not before closing the hand he wrote in and bidding you farewell. Your co-workers watch in shock and you just continue to watch him walk away.

<3 !!!

“ your hero ” [ izuku midoriya ]

╰┈➤ pairing: spiderman!deku x gn!reader

╰┈➤ warnings: mention of being followed/stalked, reader ends up bruised.

╰┈➤ word-count: 852

╰┈➤ a/n: a very vauge- not the most well done spiderman!au to attempt and quell my brainrot. this is all rambles and probably makes no sense.

Izuku wished he'd been more careful- wished he'd thought more.

He wasn't thinking at all, though. All he could hear was the sound of your voice- how scared you'd seemed when you called him. The fast beat of your heart as you hurried back from the corner store. He should've already been with you. Shouldn't have let you go alone. He was sore and tired from patrol, so you went alone. His fault. He didn't think when he found you. He just wanted to get you away from the threat.

It's all he can think about on his way back to his apartment, one hand tangled in webbing and the other buried in your jacket, holding you flush against his chest. He knows how painful the trip must be for you- trying his best to soften the landings and not swing too harshly around corners.

And you don't want to make him feel worse, you can see the trembling of his chin under bright spandex, but you can't help the yelps that escape when he lands too roughly on a roof. He mumbles apologies every second, clutching you tight as tears begin to bubble on his lashes.

You also can't help the heavy sigh of relief when you're finally at his building, sat on his plush bed and your head stops rushing. Izuku refuses to look at you, pulling your shirt over your head to bare your wounds. "It could be worse," you offer. You can't tell his expression, but he ignores you, worrying over the little splotches of purple and red.

"I'm- I-," you know his lower lips wobbling even if you can't see it. The fabric covering his nose heaves with his shoulders. "I'm so sorry, honey- I should've," Izuku kneels between your knees, frantically ripping the mask from his face. You're met with the expression you expected, glassy and guilty. You can see all the worries, the blame, swirling around his skull.

"I shouldn't have gone with you, 'zuku- it's my fault." You wish your breath was a little more even, "it's always dangerous this time of night. I didn't listen to-"

He huffs roughly, staring pointedly at your feet, "I still didn't come with you." You let out a shaky breath, grappling for his hands and squeezing down. "I let you go alone, didn't I?" You can feel his fingers trembling under your own, pulling him up to sit on the bed next to you. "I'm sorry."

"I told you I'm- fuck- okay." Your breath hitches under a new wave of pain. Your ribs throb- definitely bruised, you grasp harder at Izuku's hands.

He watches you helplessly from his seat, flexing gloved fingers, "I'm so sorry." Tears begin to track over his freckled cheeks, "I'm sorry."

You catch his jaw in your palms, "I'm fine, baby. It could be worse, trust me." You can tell the reassurance doesn't mean much to him. He's still staring down at his hands and pushing back tears.

"I shouldn't have pushed you out of the way," he whimpers. "What if something worse had happened?" He worries, lip caught between his teeth, "I could've really hurt you. Or worse and it would've been my fau-"

"Izuku Midoriya," his eyes snap to yours, widened and glassy. "That dude could have killed me, okay?" You watch his jaw clench- green eyes sharpening suddenly. "You did what you thought was best. You removed me from the threat. You did a good job, okay?"

He nods at you, forces a tight smile- but you can tell he doesn't mean it. It's like he thinks you're lying to him- that you hate him, deep down. Like you're going to leave the second he turns around. But you're not.

"Izuku, look at me," you tug him closer to you, palms cradling tear-streaked cheeks. "You did what was right. You protected the civilian, you caught the assailant, you saved me. That's what you've always wanted to do, what you've dreamed of. That's what you did." A smile finally tugs at his lips again and he nods, sweat-slicked curls bouncing. He slumps against you when you pull him into you, nosing into your neck.

"You know I love you, right?" He hums, pressing a kiss to the juncture of your neck. "Good. 'Cause in the nicest, most loving way possible- I need an icepack and you need a shower."

He huffs a laugh, pulling back to press a short kiss to your lips, "m'kay. I'll be right back, okay- try to stay sitting up, hon."

"You act like I'm dying, 'Zuku," you squeeze his hand. "I'm just a little banged up."

Izuku frowns, cupping the side of your face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. "Pinky promise?"

You huff a laugh, staring at his extended finger before uniting it with yours, "pinky promise." The smile that breaks across his face makes your heart hurt.

★﹒₊‧ valentine's day is their absolute favorite holiday

↻ momo (she's a helpless romantic), ochako, ojiro, monoma (he just likes spoiling you), kurro (him too), yamaguchi, yachi, tanaka & noya.

Supermodel

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Katsuki bakugou picks up his model girlfriend after a show.

TW- literally softness, no swearing i think, paparazzi?, PDA.

Modelling was something you do as a hobby, born into what was consider a wealthy family you really didn’t need to do a job considering the amount of unnecessary money you held under your name and With what was considered a dream life, dream job, and a perfect boyfriend.

Katsuki was always your number one fan, as you were his, he was there at almost every show backstage and at the front row. You never blamed him for not always being there, being the number one pro hero was a tiring job and requires him to be able at all times, plus the extra attention you get from him to make up for not being there only makes it better.

Today was just another runway show, Katsuki couldn’t make it as he was being held up my some villain, which is okay as he informed you that he’ll be waiting at the back door to pick you up after. you usually liked to be in the present but you couldn’t help but want this to hurry up so you can see your “lover boy” (as your friends would call him). The walk was smooth with no errors, after all you were known as the best in the industry. after the final walk you quickly changed out of clothes into the silk dress you wore on your way here, it was comfortable yet classy, an emerald coloured 3/4 dress. you bid farewell to the workers and your friends, speeding through the halls to the back gate. as the door opens the chilly air hits you, you walk a little down the rather wide alleyway only to find katsuki leaning after his car, it appears he’s changed out of his hero costume into.. dress pants? that was uncharacteristic of him. he smiles as he notices you walking up to him, “hey katsu” you said, “new fit huh, i like it” you continued checking him out. “yea, wanted to take you out, i’m glad you like it sweetheart ” he said as he gave you a kiss.

“come on let’s get you out of here” he ushers you into the passenger seat of his ridiculously expensive car, driving with one hand never leaving your thigh. “how was the show pretty?” he asks as he comes to a stop infront of a large building, “ it was good i guess, boring without you in the front row though” you say as the valet key opens your door, you watch as katsuki hands him the key and walks around the car to you. “that’s why i’m here to make up for it my sweet girl” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist and nudges your cheek with his nose, his voice rough but tone soft. during the start of your relationship you often got whiplash at how katsuki’s behaviour changes around you, but this was his way to showing you that he loved you. that you weren’t like everyone else, that you were special, and that to him you were the world.

The evening spent with him was pleasant, the food was your favourite, katsuki knowing your taste like the back of his hand made sure to reserve the best restaurant, a spot with a stunning view and him constantly drowning you in his affections. both of you isolated in your own love bubble failing to realise the amount of footage paparazzi was able to get of you. needless to say, you, society’s IT girl, and number one Pro Hero Dynamight were trending for atleast a week after the incident, fans were swooning over the nations power couple and katsuki’s uncharacteristic softness that only makes it appearance with you.

thinking thoughts abt redoing my theme ... 💭

﹒₊‧midoriya is the best to take care of you when your sick.

growing up with just his mother he's learned a lot from her. in my head this means that he is a really good caretaker and knows just what to do to make you feel even a little bit better. <3

when he hears you're sick he comes by before school, on his lunch break, and right after school to check on you. he brings you your favorite soup and and brings you a big thing of water to drink. he sets up a little station with an electric tea kettle with water and herbal tea, over the counter medicine to help with the fever and a bucket of ice to cool the wash cloths. he puts your hair up (bc having hair in your face while your sick and sweaty is the worst) and places a cool washcloth on your forehead and lets it sit before gently wiping it around your face, under your eyes, down your nose, across your cheeks & behind your ears. izuku is at your beck and call during this time. if you need absolutely anything just text him and he'll be sprinting over. ofc he gathers all your work from classes you missed even if they were out of his way, and when ur better he does his best to help you out with some of it, considering you missed the lessons.

basically izuku midoriya is the best boyfie (2nd to sero)₊‧

<a/n: i'm currently sick, covid :(, and i had a dream abt this>

designed my own spiderzuku !!

Have a spooder Deku cuz I've seen so much of him and wanted a try 🕷️🕸️🥦

☆ — 📁 ﹕ folklore & evermore collection!

these will not be published in this order.

the stories will be written the way i interpret the songs and some stories will have alternate endings otherwise it will all be angst; so i apologize if something is not 100% accurate.

just like these albums, some stories are connected, continuations, some being the same story told from different perspectives!

— folklore.

the 1; izuku midoriya x reader (part 1)

izuku took a long time to get over the breakup of your relationship. he says he got over it, building a new life with a new person but deep down, deep down, he could feel the remnants of his love for you, and it all came back when he saw you again.

cardigan; hitoshi shinso x reader (part 2 of right here where you left me)

you couldn't remember what it was like to live without shinsou; he gave you so many reasons to live, he filled your world with color and life and you felt on top of the world beside him, like he was holding you there, promising never to leave you, but he left you. something in your heart was begging for him, and begging him to feel what you were feeling, and he did.

the last great american dynasty; mr compress x reader

after the love of your life is murdered, you live a glorious life full of partying and passing passions, but everyone is left wondering what would have happened to you if you hadn't lost yourself.

exile; katsuki bakugou x reader

bakugou has always loved you more than anything in the world; your happiness was always his priority, and to demonstrate that, he had to leave you. he hated it, but that was the only solution for you to be truly happy and free; but his heart ached and his blood burned in his veins when he saw you with izuku midoriya because you don't know midoriya as well as bakugou.

my tears ricochet; toji fushiguro x reader

toji loves you with all his heart, but after a tiring and stressful week he couldn't help but push the right buttons that he knows will break you. and he only realizes he's crossed the line when he's gone too far.

mirrorball; kaminari denki x reader

you wanted denki to notice you, to look at you the way he looks at jirou. so you came to the conclusion that maybe who is wrong is you. you needed to change to fit his patterns, and even with sharp chest pain, you do.

seven; amajiki tamaki x reader

feelings that you and tamaki planted together years ago began to blossom in an indescribable way that it's impossible for both of you to ignore like you did for so long.

august; suna rintaro x reader

you know he was never yours, but you can't help but yearn for him. but little do you know that he feels the same way about you, even the fear of not being able to be yours.

this is me trying; shouta aizawa x reader

aizawa taught you many things during your relationship, but he didn't teach you how to live without him; but you're trying, you swear you are.

illicit affairs; dabi x reader

you know it's wrong, but you can't stop. you feel guilty about dabi's girlfriend but you can't help but fall in love with him; for every detail of him. you love him. you hate him.

invisible string; eren jaeger x reader

you and eren were always inseparable, which always made everyone think the two of you were dating - even though you doubted his feelings for you. then he lets you know how he feels about you during one of his regular smoke sessions

epiphany; nanami kento x reader

a failed mission results in so much pain that nanami didn't know he could feel; so he eagerly looks for you, because you're the only one who can mend his broken heart.

betty; geto suguru x reader

geto wasn't known as the best man ever, however, after everything he's been through the last few years, he was determined to change everything just for you.

peace; tomura shigaraki x reader

you didn't know you could love someone this much until shigaraki came into your life and you are more than ready to show it to him.

hoax; dabi x reader (part 2 of illict affairs)

you were willing to move on and bury the past. however, dabi just wanted to keep pushing because he can't get over you.

the lake; shoto todoroki x reader

todoroki always felt like he was in heaven by your side, but when you left, hell took over his life; family problems, insecurities, mental problems... everything he tried to fight back came back when you were away. so he wondered, what would it be like to bring this paradise into reality?

— evermore.

willow; hanta sero x reader

you feel insecure staying in the same city that is about to collapse because of the war that starts; the question now is, will sero follow you or fulfill his job as a hero?

champagne problems; kei tsukishima x reader

tsukishima can't feel or think about anything else; just think about that fateful night and how broken you left him. now all he has is an empty heart and champagne problems.

gold rush; miya atsumu x reader

you always knew that everyone at school loved miya atsumu; it was impossible not to love him when he is a ray of sunshine in the lives of all those close to him; and you wish with all your heart to be one of those people, but you thought it was impossible for him to look at you, little did you know...

tis the damn season; jean kirstein x reader

it took you a year to get over jean and heal all the wounds he left open in you, but it only took a minute to get you into that trap again.

tolerate it; levi ackerman x reader

your relationship with levi was fading, as if it had no more flames. but you tried to hold him in your life because you thought you would just be happy with him; but in the end, you two were both getting hurt from holding something already broken.

no body, no crime; mikasa ackerman x reader

the relationship you used to say was perfect starts to prove to be a nightmare. your husband is not who he appeared to be at the beginning of your relationship and mikasa can't see you crying or being hurt by him.

happiness; nanami kento x reader

you know happiness isn't just in nanami, you know you can find true happiness without him, but you don't want to.

dorothea; satoru gojou

you were childhood best friends and you have a lot of affinity with each other, but when you least expect it, he gets a girlfriend and has to stop treating you the same way he used to, but that's when he realizes how much he misses and loves you

coney island; megumi fushiguro x reader

megumi is lost in genuine and wistful memories when he returns to coney island years later, in the same place the two of you met. but little did he know that you were also in the same situation.

ivy; kiyoko x reader

you always hated kiyoko because you thought she was interested in your husband since they were close friends in high school, but to your surprise, she was interested in you.

cowboy like me; tooru oikawa x reader

forever is the sweetest blow, you always knew it so you never stayed. then oikawa appeared; the two of you were very similar and knew that nothing good could come of it.

long short story; koutaro bokuto x reader

bokuto has been in love with you for so long that he can't even remember when you were just friends, but the universe was never really on his side.

marjorie; hawks x reader

people say hawks got crazy and he better give it up, but he knows you're alive because he still feels you.

closure; eijirou kirishima x reader

you and kirishima broke up after the war because you decided not to let your feelings get in the way at such a delicate and serious time like that, but years later you get a letter about closure.

evermore; osamu x reader x atsumu

you just broke up with your fiance later after he reveals a dark secret; with no home to run to, you pack your bags and head for the only person you can think of; atsumu. but as you stays with him, you can feel something sleeping stir between the two of you.

right here where you left me; hitoshi shinso x reader (part 1 of cardigan)

shinso promised he would never leave you, but he lied when you least expected it; you waited for him in the same place every day, looking forward to his arrival and the apologies you so wanted to hear. but one day you get tired, and accept that he won't come back to you anymore.

it's time to go; kozume kenma x reader

the day was perfect for kenma; he finally met someone new and he swore she was even better than you, but then you show up and he realizes how wrong he was - about the person he was meeting and about lying that he didn't miss you.

— bonus:

all too well; hawks x reader

keigo was so madly in love with you that you felt on top of the world, but when you least expected it, he knocked you down.

for ur mini event ? could i get valentine's day with midoryia ? <3

Hi<33

can i please have a comfy moodboard with bakugou?

thank you<33

— choose a moodboard + a character! <3

ooh what about Online relationship + Yamaguchi? (if it's still open that is)

— choose a moodboard + a character! <3

anime men that wear glasses >>

Reasons why Tsukishima and I would never work out:

1.- He would make me cry

ATSUMU, bokuto, suna, NOYA, matsukawa, sugawara, kiyoko, TANAKA, aran, oikawa, TENDOU, terushima, kuroo, lev, AKAASHI , yamaguchi, daishou, KITA

shinsou hitoshi's more than happy to look after your cat while you're away.

he likes to converse with your catー not as in, "meow meow," more like, "pretty dull around here without y/n, huh?" he responds when it meows back, fondly stroking its fur, "yeah, i know. i miss them too."

when you ask him how they're doing over text, he'll send you photos like these:

with the last one captioned with "your cat's starting to act like u lol"

he also brought 2 more pieces of clothing for your cat, and he's shopping online for more while you're gone

when you ask for more photos, he sends you a video of your cat pouncing on his binding cloth, and your heart melts when you hear him softly chuckling in the background.

later he sends another photo, and it's your cat with a bow on its head. it takes you a whole minute to realize the bow's the binding cloth too. 💀 was he strictly told not to use it for anything other than fighting? yes. would aizawa mind if it's for accessorizing a cat? yes. 🗿 he'd want to ask for the pictures tho

overall, hitoshi would be amazing with your cat while you're awayー enough to make you worry that your own pet would start recognizing your boyfriend as its new owner and forget about you ☹ still, you love them both to death, and it's adorable to see them being best friends.

additional headcanons!

when you're cuddling with hitoshi and your cat walks by, it's a silent competition of whose lap or chest your cat decides to lie on

you also act a lot like a married coupleー your spoiled child being your cat of course. 🤩

he doesn't let you clean the litterbox when he's there, and he never lets you trim the cat's claws tooー even if your cat's not that aggressive, hitoshi won't risk seeing you with claw marks.

there was also this incident.

after hours of cuddling with your boyfriend (and your cat), you plant a kiss on hitoshi's temple as you finally get on your feet.

"y/n, wait. stay right there." you comply.

he starts brushing cat fur off the rear of your pants with his palm, and you look back at him like, 😨⁉️

he didn't mean to but he did it so aggressively it felt like he was slapping your ass 💀 and even asked nicely beforehand 😭

you had to reassure him that it's fine and he didn't mean it bc he just felt so bad and was ready to throw himself out of your house 😔

hitoshi's homescreen is a photo of you and your cat taking a nap together <3

yours is a photo of him with a dorky smile plastered on his face bc your cat was sleeping on his chest :)

another form of 'i love you' to hitoshi would be saying 'our cat' instead of 'my cat'

when your relationship starts getting more serious, he'll adopt another kitten with you, and you'll start acting even more like a married couple

when he sees you cradling one of the cats, the other one on his lap as usual, he thinks to himself, 'mhm, this is the life 🥰'

there'll also be a lot of, "seriously, hitoshi? in front of the cats?" and "y/n, the cats are watching."

that's either when you're having a light argument with hitoshi while the cats are around.

or you and hitoshi starting to have a steamy session w the cats just staring at you two like 👁〰️👁

note: no, idk what this is 🧍‍♀ i hate that this post is not even queued 😭 i reinstalled the app to write this bc i thought i'd only write a sentence or two idk what happened :,)

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﹒₊‧sero is the perfect boyfriend for introverts who don't like expressing their feelings. you rarely have to explain why you're feeling the way you do to him because he knows you so well he can just pick up on those things. when you guys are out together let's say.. at a party or some type of big event he looks back at you every 5-10 minutes to see how you're doing. he can read you like a book, instantly knowing if it's getting too crowded for you, or when your anxiety is about to act up. so before anything gets too bad he wisks you away outdoors to comfort you, escorting you in the car while he goes back for a moment to say goodbye to everyone inside.

﹒₊‧i love oikawa

despite the whole "playboy" archetype he's given, oikawa is very very loyal to you in a relationship. he stops all flirting business with his fangirls and puts all his extra time and energy into you and making you happy with him.

he 100% still flirts you with as if you're just a pretty stranger in a cafe. he thinks it keeps the realtionship more alive, and he also just really enjoys seeing you all flustered because of him.

clingy asf. at school if he sees you in the halls he HAS to run up to you and give you a quick kiss on the cheek or hug before his next class. you guys are having a little sleepover and in the morning he will not let go of you. even if you do manage to wiggle out of his hold and go to the bathroom, you'll finding him standing right outside the door when you get done to latch back onto you.

he likes pda because he likes "showing you off to the world as his". i would like to say he never goes far with it but he would full on makeup with you in the school courtyard if you asked him too ._. (don't be that couple)

rating how good of a boyfriend they would be

(in high school bc pro hero thwm would allll get A+'s)

sero hanta gets an A+. look; he's focused on becoming a pro but compared to these other two he isn't like "this is my only path in life" & "i must succeed or i'll be a life long failure" and type of focused. there are times when he can't spend the whole day with you because of studies abs training but it's never a consistant streak. he always makes time for you before the day ends and it's a lot longer than these other too... there aren't a lot of times where sero messes up in relationships. he's very observant and calculated in how he reacts to situations , especially when you're involved.

izuku midoriya gets a B-. ok. this broke my heart to say but... high school izu wouldn't be the best boyfriend. because if it came down to it he would chose hero training over you 9.5/10 times. which is a sad thought but... i mean come on this is his absolute dream, he'd be beyond stupid to slack off and risk it over someone in high school. (bc i'm sorry but majority of hihi school relationships dont last.) now that's the minus part...the B is a mix of that AND because when he isn't training ? his time is with you 100%. when he starts dating you hw makes it a mandatory thing to have lunch and dinner together, at least, as well as studying with you, at the end of the day he texts you that he's taking a shower and ask if he can sneak over to your dorm or if you can come to him in 5-10 minutes. izuku let's training take up majority of his life, but he always makes sure he has at least an hour with you at the end of the day. he'd even risk getting caught by awizawa just to sleep over .

bakugou katsuki gets.... a C+. OK this is because i think it'll be VERY unlikely that he will date someone in high school. he is WAY too committed to becoming a pro. so if you do date bakugou in high school, get ready because that either means he doesn't care abt you at all and just felt pity, or he so deeply belives in your love for him that he can basically disregard you and tos still be waiting for him. Basically that means he is stupidly in love with you and y'all will bet married bc you are the love of his life. bakugou isn't like midoriya in the sense that he spends EVERY second he isn't training with you. bakugou needs his alone time. and as an introvert, it is basically impossible for us to recharge with someone even in the same room. so in high school at least, time spent with him would be maybe 30 minutes a day. HE DOES however always make sure you guys eat together. it's his love language. so actually around 1 hour and a half.

I FOUND ONE OMFG

more than me

pairing: spider-man!midoriya izuku x reaader

synopsis: izuku is a terrible friend. he’s been lying to his best friend, y/n for over two years now. they’ve been friends since they started high school, but izuku can’t bring himself to burden y/n with a secret that could be dangerous for them. and he also hasn’t fully realized his feelings for them, so he’s just full of struggles at this point.

content: superhero stuff, makeout sesh at the end, clueless izuku

word count: 4.1k

3/5 of my 500 follower celebration

“Oh shi—”

“Language, Midoriya!” Izuku contained a scream when he realized this was a livestream and not a pre-recorded video of his mentor talking to him. 

“Sorry!” he squeaked. He adjusted his seat on the rooftop, his legs dangling over the edge. He’d gotten a message from an unknown number to leave his apartment for a while to answer a call, so he’d swung up to one of his favorite rooftops (while wearing his suit to avoid extra attention as some random kid using web shooters to travel from rooftop to rooftop). He was glad he’d kept his suit’s mask on, if only to conceal the way his jaw dropped when he realized it was the one and only All Might who’d called him.

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created 12.31.2021

< a/n: idk if this would count of c/w but the terms; pretty, girlfriend, and babe are used>

★﹒₊‧11:46pm

it's currently 11:46pm on a sunday night. you know you should be getting ready for bed, actually you should be sound asleep now but studying is always more important than a good sleep schedule. (NOT) you're about to drift into sleep, over your textbooks and paper, when a familiar *buzz-buzz* starlets you awake.

han<3: heyyyy babee

han<3: you up?

you: what in the work are u doing up !!??

han<3: ummmm i could be asking you the same thing 🤨

you: fair, so what's up?

after a 5 minute conversation of sero trying to convince you to sneak out with him, soon enough you're out of your dorm and in the common room to meet him. you're in your pajamas and a pair of mini ugg's and he's in his green and black plain pj pants and a regular black tee with the crocs kirishima gave him. "ready, pretty?" he asks you with that signature grin. "are you sure we won't get caught? neither of us are really in a position to jeopardize our reputation!" you ask in a whisper-yelling type tone. "ouuuu look at my girlfriend using big words!" he says as he engulfs his hand with yours. "you reallly thing jeopardize is a big wor-" "AND don't worry your pretty little head," he says leaning down to kiss your head, "denks and i have done this a million times"

it's 12:03am now and hanta and you have just gotten to the store. he opens the door for you (like the GENTLEMEN he is) and follows you in, wrapping his long & strong arms around your shoulders. "whatcha want babe?" he asked as you lead the two of you around the store. "mmm probably just my usual. you?" you look up at him to find his eyes already looking into yours, "yeah i'll probably do the same. oh! mina did want me to get some of those green sour things next time i was out" he trails off. another 20 minute is spent in the store with hanta cracking jokes about whatever he sees, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing softly at your neck/cheek, and dancing with you to the 70s grocery store songs playing on the p.a, and finally checking out to go home. the walk back is chilly but it isn't unbearable as sero keeps you close to him. (bc i just KNOW he's like a space heater) when he manages to sneak you both back in through his balcony, he walks you to your dorm and kisses you goodnight one last time before heading back to his.

the next morning is awful as the two of you are tired as hell, running off of maybe 5 hours of sleep, trying to pull yourself together for school, but it was worth it.

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HOW PRETTY HE IS

Hey y’all, I just wanted to say thank you for 50 followers and for all the love you guys have shown me in my inbox. It makes me so happy and I honestly didn’t think anyone would read my stuff so thank you all it means so much!

-much love, serosluv2

★﹒₊‧Under the mistletoe

<Submission/ask: AHHHH more flustered crushing sero hcs, or maybe a lil imagine of him getting super flustered by his friend all the time and then getting caught under mistletoe ??? It’s so cute :’)>

a/n: ahhh sorry this took a little bit, but I finally finished it. I just couldn’t decide how I was going to make the mistletoe appear.. if that makes sense? Anyways thank you for requesting!! <3

as we all know sero is 100% the type to fall in love with his closest friend, he trust you with his life even if you aren’t in training to be a pro hero. he is beyond a simp you. he would pluck the stars out of the sky if you asked him too with that pretty smile of yours. Now on an angsty note; has cried to you belong with me and teardrops on my guitar by miss swift on repeat alone in his room because it absolutely crushes him to listen to you talk about this super fine, tall, skinny, darked haired man who you are in love with that, in his mind at least, definitely isn’t him. Yeah poor baby is absolutely clueless :/

But currently, instead of cooping up in his room being depressed about, what he thinks are his unrequited feelings, he is walking down the streets of Tokyo with you, watching the snowflakes fall and disappear in your hair. It’s moments like these he doesn’t think you can get anymore beautiful. And then almost on cue, you turn to him with your sparkling eyes an red nose, and he’s stood corrected. You look up at something and giggle leaning a little closer to him, eyes closing and lips barley pucked up. Oh my god- am I dreaming?? Is this actually happening or- he thinks to himself, is.. is she going to kiss me? Instead of moving closer or anything else romantic, he just stands there frozen with wide eyes. And then, just as you’re about to brush against his lips, you turn your head to the slide and kiss his cheek Pulling away and laughing at his stunned, and now confused face. “Uh- mistletoe!” You saying pointing above the two of you as if it was so obvious. sero looks up and just like you said, a little piece of mistletoe was hanging above the two of you.

Smirking to him self with a newfound boldness coercing through him, he looks down at you with that smug smirk and tilts your chin up with his fingers and leans into you. Not stopping for a moment before, you feel his chapped, minty lips on your soft, warm ones. Pulling away with a that smirk he leaned in with, he points and says “uh- mistletoe!” totally mocking you and your star struck expression.

BEAUTIFUL

pairing: izuku midoriya/gn!reader

words: 7.01k (i’m sorry)

content: cursing, angst, food mention, fluff, oblivious reader, whole lotta misunderstandings.

request: Hi!! I’ve followed your blog for a week now and I love your writing a lot. I have a one shot request for deku if you don’t mind? I’m thinking of like a tsundere-ish reader who has a crush on him but literally just short circuits whenever she talks to him because she can’t comprehend how nice he is, literally no thoughts head empty and it makes him think she doesn’t like him but he also has a crush on her? If this is too much just tell me and I’ll request somewhere else but I really like your writing :)

this is bad. this is a bad awful never-should've-happened situation.

you're fucked. utterly fucked. and it's all izuku midoriya's fault.

to be fair to him, your crippling terror of intimacy and the fact that your entire body seemed to short-circuit around the boy probably didn't lend much help. it was ridiculous how he made you feel, like a stammering kid. the first time he talked to you with that bright, beaming smile, and his earnest wide eyes, you felt your stomach drop and your throat tighten in a manner that made speech impossible, so you literally just stared at him for a solid half-minute before turning and walking away as heat flooded your face.

you were down bad.

you thought your crush on the boy would lessen overtime, but it literally seemed to get worse as the year went on, because he was everywhere. you couldn't shake him. when he complimented your hero costume genuinely, cheeks flushing with excitement, you got so flustered you could only choke out a completely flat "thanks," before turning on your heel and putting as much distance between you two as possible. when you fought well at the sports festival and kirishima, kaminari and sero were congratulating you loudly and obnoxiously, jostling you between them as you laughed, midoriya squeezed his way through, beaming, and told you he thought your tactic was genius, how he hadn't even thought of it. you felt the smile slide from your face like oil on water, and you blinked blankly down at him as your brain tried to reboot and the silence stretched on until kirishima broke it with an awkward laugh, and midoriya looked away with a tiny, confused frown. you pretty much felt your heart crack in two at the honest sadness on his face, but all you could do was mutter "i'm going to prep for the next round," and hightail out of there as fast as you could.

you were awful to him, even if it was mostly unintentional. so why did he keep coming back?

like a bad penny, you could expect midoriya to crop up with a genial smile, or a heartfelt pep talk, or a supportive word of encouragement at any given opportunity. he was just - like that, so awe-inspiringly helpful and kind. it made your heart stutter in your chest when you watched him laugh bashfully with uraraka, or spar encouragingly with aoyama, or give ashido his sweater without second thought when she spilled water over her shirt. you saw how he physically swelled like he was being inflated when people thanked him, a pretty flush seeping over the plump apples of his cheeks. when they glowed red like that you just wanted to take the skin between your fingers and pinch. you wanted to thank him like everyone else did, to ruffle his stupid beautiful curls and punch his arm teasingly, but the thought of physical contact with him made you feel like you would spontaneously combust. you panicked enough just looking at the boy - god knows what kind of a mess you'd turn into if you returned his thoughtless touches, so you jerked your arm away when he put a consoling hand over it after you lost a sparring session, and pointedly refused to take his pretty scarred hand when you fell during a run and he stopped and doubled back for you with such honest concern on his face that it made your chest ache.

why... why did he care so much?

you were blunt and short and honestly pretty cold with him. you refused his help at every turn - though he diligently offered it at every other turn -, you took the furthest seat from him during group study sessions and flinched away when he got anywhere near you, curling in on yourself to try and soothe your thudding heart. you barely talked to him, and even that it was in monosyllables, short and curt lest your voice crack or come out strangled with how badly you wanted to pull him closer by his stupid short tie and kiss him silly.

you thought if you could keep your distance, and make him see that you weren't worth his kindness, you could let your stupid crush have room to breathe and then maybe it would begin to boil over.

reality, you learned, was often disappointing.

the moment your stupid affliction manifested was a short way into u.a.'s first semester. you were generally an ambivert, so you were quiet toward the beginning of the year but started to really come out of your shell a few weeks in, particularly around the louder, more eccentric people in your class. it was like they pried a personality out of you - you shared inside jokes with sero that left you two cackling like hyenas in the back of class, you fended off kaminari's awkward flirting with barbs or even your own teasing that left him flustered and stammering, and you grinned and laughed when kirishima did, his cheer infectious. you hadn't given midoriya much notice - you thought he was pretty shy, and he mostly kept to his small, tight-knit group that didn't appear to gather a lot of attention, so you let them be happily. but one afternoon you stayed late to make use of the school's track field. you hadn't been taking your running seriously recently, and wanted to catch up on some lost time.

by the time you were done, the sun was beginning to set. the school, shadowed but shimmering with the bronze of the evening sun, looked glittering and regal, and a chill had begun to set in. you were drawing a close on what would be your final lap, when -

"mmphf!"

something hard collided with you, and you went careening sideways into the earth. landing on your side, you coughed out a breath and a groan, turning incredulous eyes to whoever had set you flying, and -

oh.

midoriya scrambled toward you, face openly horrified. his eyes were wide as they flicked over you, skimming your skin for injuries, lunging to one knee and holding out a hand, lower lip wobbling.

"i'm so sorry! i don't know how but i didn't even see you, i was so focused on heading out - you're not hurt, are you? i - i'm so clumsy, this is all my fault, i..."

his words went in one ear and out the other; there was a strange roaring in your head, like you were listening to someone from underwater, everything muffled, blurry, slow. the fiery light cast a glimmering halo through the forest-green of his curls, which came alive in the slight breeze, rising and shifting against the cherry-pink skin of his cheeks. his eyes, too, caught the gilded light, eyes which you once thought were simply plain green because something glittering and regal, something more precious you could ever make tangible and hold, wide and concerned and beautiful.

he was utterly beautiful.

you froze.

shit.

no, no, no.

that thought had to go away immediately. you were not doing this. you could feel blood rushing to your face as you realised he was still kneeling down, one soft pink lip caught worriedly between his teeth, a hand outstretched for you to take.

it was all you could do to push yourself to your feet in silence; your mouth felt dry, your tongue like sandpaper. midoriya watched you clamber to your feet with a hurt look, and you were stabbed in the chest with the image of a mournful puppy. he brought his hand back awkwardly, looking away, cheeks reddening. you could see the spray of freckles across his round cheeks and the snub of his nose.

"i - i was just leaving," you managed to dredge up, before immediately turning away and fleeing for your life.

fucking idiot. you were convinced there was but one braincell bouncing around in your stupid thick head.

why'd you have to go and get a crush on him?

"oi, [surname]! we're heading down to dinner," ashido called, sticking her head round your door without knocking.

you glared over at her without any real heart, and closed your laptop, stretching languidly. it had been a long day of studying, and you were more than ready to eat. you were pretty sure it was bakugo's turn to assist in the kitchen, too, which meant a meal you could enjoy thoroughly. you and ashido chatted as you ambled down to the eating area, but as you got to the door, you froze, horror seeping through you and turning your body cold.

most everyone was already seated around the one long table; it seemed you and ashido were the last to arrive.

there were only two seats left.

one by kirishima, talking animatedly to bakugo whilst stuffing rice into his mouth, and one next to -

you blinked as ashido climbed into the seat by kirishima, throwing you a weird look, and you realised you'd been paralysed in the doorway for a good minute. you watched as midoriya noticed you, blinked, put the pieces together - and smiled with an expression that lit up his whole face, waving you over.

you couldn't move.

what was wrong with you? you willed your legs to work. by now, uraraka and iida had taken notice of you, and were staring between you and midoriya with slight frowns. it took all the effort in the world to keep your face blank as ashido called over to you.

"[surname]? you gonna sit?"

"not hungry," you blurted out, and didn't let it hang in the air for more than a second before pushing right back through the doors and making for your dorm. you didn't stop running until you were locked in the safety of your room, at which point you promptly began beating your head with your fists.

"fucking idiot!" you grunted. "what's wrong with you? moron, moron, moron."

in the canteen, midoriya's smile slid quickly into an expression of hurt disappointment. uraraka stared open-mouthed at the empty space you'd evacuated, whilst iida remarked on your rudeness, but all midoriya could feel was despair.

he was trying so hard to get you to like him. he had a sudden vision of himself, much younger, tailing pitifully after an ash-blond striding far ahead, leaving him choking on dust, calling out - "wait for me! wait up, kacchan!" and he sickened so quickly that his appetite evaporated.

he couldn't take this. if you kept looking at him like he was dirt under your shoe, he was going to break.

"what was yesterday all about?" sero pressed at lunch the next day.

you lifted your gaze to meet his boredly, sucking at your juice through a straw - though your teeth clamped down instinctively at the question, wrinkling the plastic in your mouth. "what are you talking about?"

"i think he means how you bolted from dinner," kaminari supplied helpfully. "seriously, you looked like you were gonna be sick."

"i just wasn't hungry," you deflected firmly. ashido and kirishima exchanged looks dripping with doubt.

"is it about midoriya?" ashido poked. at the mention of his name, your hand tightened inexplicably; juice flooded your mouth too quick for you to swallow, and you doubled over, coughing hard as your cheeks grew hot. bakugo grunted in disgust and kirishima clapped you most unhelpfully on the back until you could breathe.

"so i'll take that as a yes?" mina raised her eyebrows. "sheesh. what's your problem with that kid?"

face burning, you slumped down furiously in your seat. "don't have a problem."

kaminari scoffed in disbelief. "serious? you hate that guy. i dunno why, he's nice enough - but it's like you can't stand him. you never talk to him, and when you do you sound like you're choking on nails."

your eyes fluttered in surprise. you'd wanted to put a healthy distance between you and midoriya, true, but hate? god, it's the opposite. every time he looked at you your brain stopped functioning, all you could think about was burying your face in his shoulder or running your hands over the coarse terrains of his hands or kissing his stupid round beautiful flushed face. the pull was so insistent it felt like an actual ache. did it really seem like you hated him?

"really?" you asked in a small voice, and the table cackled with scoffs of disbelief.

"you always look like you're a second away from chokeslamming him whenever he says anything to you!" sero replied in disbelief. "look, i know he can be a little - full on, i guess, but he's a good dude. he's nice to everyone."

yeah, you thought miserably. that's the fucking problem.

he's nice. maybe if that niceness just extended to you, you'd consider that you had a chance. but the fact was the kindness he displayed to you was the same he extended to literally everyone, even people who didn't deserve it. everyone was a lucky participant of his optimistic pep talks, his encouraging nods, his gentle, reassuring touches.

and after the way you'd treated him, he'd have to be an idiot to like you back.

izuku midoriya was an idiot.

he knew this because he'd made the very grave and potentially life-ruining error in judgement of catching feelings for you.

he really couldn't do anything right, could he?

from the moment he saw you he knew it was hopeless. you were quiet at first, sure, but he took notice. he saw the fire in your eyes, the excitement to get going in the instinctive clench of your fists, the unrealised confidence in your smile. he took copious notes on your quirk during the villain-hero weapon field trip, filling up more than two pages with scribbles and sketches - twice he abruptly snapped out of his stupor to realise he was just sketching the shape of your eyes, flushed, and erased the streaks of lead guiltily. as the weeks passed, his admiration for you only grew. you were just so elegant, the way you had your quirk controlled so entirely down to your every whim was a spectacle to behold - and behold he did, when you fought, evaded, he watched your every move with so much fierce concentration his eyes watered from how little he was blinking.

you shone as bright as the sun. you were utterly beautiful.

he cursed his own shyness when he saw you chattering animatedly with kirishima, ruffling kaminari's hair, slinging an arm round sero's shoulders casually. he could watch you smile for the rest of his life and never get tired of it, he was sure - it was like you lit up from the inside, filled the room with light and warmth. it made him want to get stronger, to make you smile like that at him.

of course the first time he really managed to speak to you properly was when he sent you tumbling into the dirt.

he'd stayed behind to cram for an english test the next day and cut through the field. his mind was so consumed with thoughts of getting home and climbing into bed that he didn't even see them hurtling towards him until his shoulder knocked painfully into the soft muscle of their chest and they lost their footing.

izuku was abruptly horrified, guilt flooding his stomach - and then they rolled onto their back with a groan, and your face is the one he saw beneath the haze of honeyed light, casting shadows from the planes of your features, your eyes glittering and bright and distinctly annoyed, your skin shining with sweat, and his stomach dropped.

he was an idiot.

he scrambled down and offered you a hand up - as mortifying as this was, he'd take the opportunity to talk to you for the first time. maybe it was some weird kind of fate, that you'd both stayed behind, that you were in the same field, that he'd crossed just in time to knock into you. maybe he'd finally get to tell you how amazing he thought you were, and -

you were staring at him.

it was a flat, bored, cold stare that made his heart fall out of his chest. you glanced down at his hand - and then shifted backwards and pushed yourself abruptly to your feet, tearing your gaze from him. he blinked, feeling a cavity open up in his chest as you muttered something sharp and angry and bolted.

too despondent to even call after you, he watched you go, biting his lip so hard that tears filled his eyes.

despite this disastrous first attempt, izuku tried again and again to endear himself to you. at first, he thought it was just about ensuring you knew how incredible he thought you were. as someone who was rarely told so, he figured it must be nice to hear. but you evaded him at every step. when he caught your eye, your lips twisted into a frown and you looked away immediately. when he offered to tutor you in literature, all you did was fix him with a blank stare that made his stomach twist in knots before yaoyorozu gently told him that she'd be more than happy to do it. there was a tiny flare of hope when you two got randomly paired together for a field test - but even as he watched you swapped your token matching his with kirishima, who loped over with an apologetic smile. izuku still watched your fight with ojiro against tokoyami and tsuyu, and you were amazing as always - but he couldn't help but reflect gloomily on how good of a team the two of you would've been together instead.

he should probably give up. but he was never very good at that.

as more time passed, and izuku entered his third semester at u.a., the ache worsened. the cavity in his chest opened wider, swallowing his heart whole. uraraka and iida were sympathetic to his plight, but they didn't really understand.

"they treat you like garbage, midoriya," uraraka tutted one day as izuku stole glances at you from across the lunch hall. you were sitting with a parted mouth as kaminari threw candies in the air and you tried to catch them between your teeth.

"i just - think they're incredible," he replied softly, sadly, and even todoroki must've picked up on his low mood because he abruptly offered izuku half his soba.

but it was the truth. he'd admired you from afar, but even from that distance you'd imposed between the two of you, he could see you. he could see the light in your eyes, the fire in your smile, the life in your body when you laughed and fought and ate. it didn't matter to his heart that you ignored and rebuked him at every turn, not when it hammered so hard when he caught a glimpse of your smile, or when your eyes accidentally grazed his from across the room. that ache in his chest was going to eat him alive.

he had to tell you. soon. before he died.

it started in your third semester at u.a.

on the first day back after break, you'd brought a suitcase full of luggage to your dorm and were struggling with hauling it up the stairs. yaoyorozu had busted the elevator by exceeding the weight limit with some of the furniture she'd brought from home, and the damn wheels kept catching on the stairs as you strained with it.

"oh! d- do you need help with that?"

your head shot up, dread burrowing in your chest. sure enough, midoriya hovered uncertainly at the base of the stairs, glancing at your stained arms worriedly.

"n- not that i think you can't handle it yourself, of course!" he blurted, waving his arms frantically. "i mean, i know you're super strong because i've watched you train - i mean, not watched, um - seen, you know, so - so you can probably get it up by yourself, i just thought - "

you blinked at the stammering, blushing green mess several stairs below you. be more perfect, go on!, you dared him furiously in your head. you could feel your cheeks growing hot as he scrambled to explain himself, and before you could form a coherent thought your traitorous mouth had opened itself up and -

"yes."

he froze, eyes fluttering in surprise, mouth a perfect 'o'. he looked so cute you wanted to scream. "s- sorry?"

"... i could use a hand," you spat, already thoroughly regretting this. it was just - you'd been back at u.a. for less than two hours, and you didn't think you could handle seeing the kicked puppy expression on midoriya's face so early. he froze for a good few seconds before his whole face flooded with colour, and he scrambled eagerly up the stairs to lift the other end of the suitcase effortlessly. you blinked at the ease he hefted it with. okay. wow.

fuck.

he was smiling so widely you had to look away or you'd do something stupid like kiss him, or drop your end of the suitcase. in silence, you hefted the thing all the way to your dorm room before you set it down heavily on the carpet, taking a second to catch your breath. a second too fucking long apparently, because midoriya had already turned his eyes to your shelves and was gazing curiously.

izuku midoriya was in your room.

the thought was enough to efficiently stop your breath from circulating, and you became paralysed in place as midoriya hummed curiously under his breath, ghosted his fingers over the ornaments and books on your shelf, feather-light touches, his eyes alight with interest. he was so soft like that, in his home clothes, a thick sweater over his shoulders, hair mussed, face open and tender as he handled your possessions with something like reverence.

when he turned around, pink-cheeked, you realised you'd been staring at him like a creep for a good two minutes. he blinked, caught off by the intensity of your gaze, and his flush grew deeper, contrasting prettily against his freckles. for a heart-stopping moment you just stared at him, trying to get your muscles to respond, and he stared right back, mouth parted, eyelids fluttering in surprise.

something wrenched in you; you made forward and he blinked rapidly and backed up, but you took his arm firmly and tugged him; he stumbled behind you with a squeak that you knew was going to be the next source of agonising pining for you for the next few weeks as you pulled him as gently as you dared outside your door and slammed it shut before he could speak.

this was getting so out of hand.

11:42pm

from: midoriya

hey!! i'm not sure if you're awake or not, if you were sleeping just ignore this and i'm sorry to bother you!!

but if you're awake

11:44pm

from: midoriya

would you mind coming down to the common area?

i need to talk to you.

you blinked at your phone for several seconds straight; immediately anxiety pulsed through you, and you gripped your device like an anchor. what the fuck was this? was he going to tell you how much he hated you? not that you could blame him, but you didn't know if you'd be able to take anything less than his unending kindness from him without bursting into tears. god, fuck. you could simply pretend you hadn't seen the text. it was late enough that you could feasibly pretend you were asleep - and a second later you realised that was the point. midoriya had probably waited until a late enough time that you could pretend to ignore him for your own comfort.

because he was kind.

and you were a coward.

taking a deep breath, you typed out a short reply: 'down in five,' and steeled yourself. you'd been nothing but awful to him this whole year. you'd seen the hurt on his face when you declined his help, the disappointment when you could only stare at him rather than giving him a coherent answer, the trembling sadness when you avoided him like the plague. it was so much less than he deserved, this beautiful boy who gave and gave just because it was the right thing to do.

you owed him this, at least.

you shrugged on a hoodie and hid your hands, which were clenching anxiously into fists, in the pockets as you meandered down to the common room. when you peeked a head round the door, it was empty but for a figure on the couch. his back was mostly to you, but you could see his leg bouncing from where you stood, and the way he wiped his palms on his trousers, and from here you could hear him muttering softly to himself - a habit that seemed to weird everyone else out but you always found kind of attractive, for god knows what reason. you gritted your teeth and stepped inside, watching the way his eyes widened and his expression cleared when your presence became known. he jumped to his feet, a ball of nervous energy, and your eyes flicked down to where his scarred hands twisted against each other.

"you came!" he squeaked. "i - i mean i know you said you were going to, but i was starting to wonder - not that i think you're a liar or anything! it's just that..."

god, he was so cute you were going to combust. mostly for your own sanity, you cleared your throat, noting with a jumping heart the way he started to a halt, and that godforsaken flush crept over his face. he offered an embarrassed smile and brought a hand to rub at the back of his neck, and you bit the inside of your cheek harshly to stop yourself audibly whimpering.

"okay! um. i know you're probably wondering why you're down here, and i - i just have something i want to say. it's not - i mean, don't feel like you have to say anything back, i - i'll understand, i just need to tell you. because it's - it's driving me crazy, honestly," he mumbled, gaze fixated on the floor.

you braced yourself.

"i - i like you."

pause.

your faced collapsed into a blank shock that, for once, wasn't a conscious effort. you physically felt your stomach drop, your heart clench, the blood drain from your face. inside your hoodie pockets, your hands clenched so tightly that your nails left grooves on your palms. midoriya watched you with an expression that grew more troubled, and when he next spoke, his voice had grown tight and strangled.

"s-sorry," he whispered. "i know you don't feel the same. i - i know i annoy you, and you probably don't like me, and - and i'm sorry if i was ever a bother to you. i just wanted you to know... that i think you're incredible. you're so strong and - and full of life, and - i think you're perfect."

if you had been held at gunpoint and told to move, or think, or speak or else he would fire, tell your friends good fucking bye. you were absolutely rooted in place; the shock had turned your brain to jelly. he couldn't mean it, was your first thought. he's just nice. i'm the furthest thing from it. why would he like me? why?

the silence stretched on agonisingly. you wanted - so many things. to tell him you felt the same. to burst into tears. to card your fingers through his hair and press your lips against his. but instead you could only stare mutely, eyes wide, mouth parted, and midoriya physically drooped. you saw his eyes fill with tears and your heart cracked in two, and you screamed at yourself to move - but you couldn't.

"i understand," midoriya whispered, voice catching. "s- sorry, i don't mean to cry." don't apologise, you screamed in your head. "i'm sorry to be a bother to you. i - i'll let you sleep, i'm sure you must be tired."

with that, he stumbled quickly from the room. before the door slammed, you heard a muffled sob echo throughout the stairwell. was this how he felt, all those times, watching you run away from him? all you wanted was to tug him back by his hoodie and hold him to you until the tears disappeared. slowly, you sunk into the couch.

i’m the worst person alive, you told yourself dully, and you felt it. you gripped the roots of your hair, furious with yourself, awash in self-loathing. idiot, idiot, idiot!, you screamed in your head.

for the first time since this whole stupid crush debacle begun, you let yourself cry about it.

the next morning saw you waking with bitterness at the back of your throat.

you felt raw and empty, like you'd just thrown up. you seriously considered skipping class, unable to stand the idea of facing midoriya after last night. he'd handed you his heart on a platter and you'd dropped it at his feet, and now he'd have come to his senses. perhaps he'd been blind to how awful you were because of his crush, but now surely he'd have opened his eyes and saw the truth - that you were so much less than what he deserved.

a tiny part of you broke at that thought, but you culled it quickly. it was no less than you deserved. you didn't get to be selfish about this.

so you made your way down to breakfast with a bowed head and slumped silently into the seat beside kirishima, who glanced at you with concern.

"everything alright?" he asked, and you winced at the volume of his voice. you nodded quickly and jammed your mouth with food so you didn't have to answer verbally.

you could feel eyes burning into the side of your head, and made the mistake of looking up; midoriya's blinked at being caught in the act and immediately ducked his head. he looked a mess - there were dark circles arching under his eyes, bruise-blue, and his waterline was irritated and red like he'd been crying. his hair was wilder than usual like he'd been tossing in his sleep - or even like he hadn't slept at all. your stomach clenched, sick with yourself.

he looked utterly miserable and it was your fault.

his face looked so empty without his beaming smile, his pleased blush, his scrunched nose. he looked pallid and drawn and just sad, empty, tired. even his freckles looked pale.

ashido nudged you. "what's going on? you look like death."

you sniffed and shook your head. "can't. tell you later," you promised under your breath, and ashido huffed but acquiesced. you missed the look of concern that shot between your friends with your head buried in your arms.

as promised, ashido cornered you at lunch as you set your tray on their table. you flinched, stomach roiling, but the way they were looking up at you, solemn and concerned, was too much to bear. clenching your fists tight, you choked it out:

"midoriya confessed to me."

there was a beat of silence. then -

"oh, shit!" kaminari exclaimed, his eyebrows raised. "he finally did it, huh?"

"what do you mean, finally?" you frowned, heart jumping into your throat.

sero looked at you like you'd grown a third head. "uh - i mean, you knew, right?"

you shook your head frantically, eyes popping. "no! what? are you saying you did?"

"well no shit!" ashido exclaimed, her own eyes bugging in disbelief. "are you kidding? anyone with a pair of eyes can see how in love that kid is with you!”

you blinked rapidly. "i - i never..." you trailed off, mortified. "i always thought he was just being nice."

"oh my god," kirishima exhaled in bewilderment. "you are so oblivious."

"so - what'd you say?" ashido pressed eagerly, and your sour mood returned immediately. you groaned and buried your head in your hands,

"i - i didn't say anything. i stared at him like he was an alien and he bolted."

a ringing silence descended on the group. when you peeked up, your friends were gaping at you.

"you're kidding," ashido said in a hushed voice. "oh, that poor baby."

"that's rough," sero agreed with a wince. "i mean - ouch, man."

"i know, i know," you wailed, distraught. "i just completely short-circuited, it was like i went into cardiac arrest. i had no idea what to say so i just - just - god."

kirishima blew out a breath slowly. "okay. we can fix this. it's midoriya, after all - he's understanding. just go talk to him and set the record straight. it's the manly thing to do."

"i agree," ashido said at once. "don't leave the poor guy hanging. tch, look at him, he's miserable!"

unwillingly, your eyes followed her gaze, and your heart lurched nauseatingly. midoriya was hunched over a still-full bento, resting his head on his fist. his eyes were unfocused and he was biting down on his lower lip in a way that made you think he was trying not to cry. uraraka patted his elbow sympathetically, but when she spoke he simply shook his head and screwed his eyes shut, and you watched helplessly as tears began to seep from beneath his closed eyelids, spilling over his cheeks.

"i'll do it," you muttered. "i'll - i'll talk to him tonight."

the day went agonisingly sluggishly, but it did end eventually.

as soon as you got back to the dorms you went straight for your room, locked the door firmly, and promptly began to panic. you had to tell midoriya the truth. even if he hated you now, you owed it to him. and you thought maybe you owed it to yourself, too. you showered and changed and tried to distract yourself for the next few hours. dinner came and went with sero knocking at your door, but you told him you weren't hungry. the sky darkened. you watched the sunset from your window, thinking back to that time midoriya had knocked you over as you ran.

why couldn't you just have taken his fucking hand?

what, exactly, was wrong with you?

the golden light dwindled to darkness. finally, sick with nerves at just past eleven, you brought out your phone and opened midoriya's contact.

11:04pm

from: you

hi.

a minute passed. then three. then ten, fifteen, thirty. you paced anxiously, gnawing at your lip. he must've gone to sleep already, you told yourself dully. or he was ignoring you, as he had every right to. sick with heartache, you went to turn your phone off and crawl under the covers when the screen lit up.

11:39pm

from: midoriya

hey.

you were scrambling to message back before the notification had even vanished.

11:39pm

from: you

i'm sorry if i woke you

from: midoriya

i wasn't asleep. is everything okay??

you bit your lip, feeling your chest tighten. even after the way you treated him, he was still looking out for you. was it simply second nature to him?

from: you

no. i need to talk to you.

i understand if you don't want to see me but i rlly want to explain, i owe you this

a minute passed.

11:40pm

from: midoriya

do you want to come to my room? we can talk there.

or the common area if ur more comfortable there.

from: you

i'll be at ur room in five.

you were quiet as you made your way down the flight of stairs to the boys' rooms, well aware you were passed curfew. the last thing you wanted was to get midoriya into additional trouble. thankfully, aizawa seemed to be catching some much-needed sleep that night, and was nowhere in sight. silently, you crept toward midoriya's door, braced yourself, and knocked softly.

it clicked open immediately; the boy himself stood there in a plain shirt and shorts, all big red-rimmed eyes and soft, sleep-tousled hair. he shot you a small, nervous smile and stepped aside to let you in.

you couldn't help but smile a little at the decor: all might everything, walls to ceiling. it was stupidly adorable, if a little overbearing. you felt the judgemental eyes of the great hero trained on you from all sides as you turned to face the green-haired boy, who had taken a perch on the edge of his desk chair and was looking up at you expectantly, hands wringing against each other.

"um. thanks. for letting me see you," you murmured. his eyes shot open a little wider, and you realised with humiliation that that was probably the most you'd ever said to him at one time. cursing yourself, you hurried on. "i - i wanted to say i'm sorry about - how i responded to you last night. the truth is i just panicked, i - i just wasn't expecting - "

"i-it's alright," midoriya cut in agitatedly, waving his hands. "i - i shouldn't have sprung it on you like this, i never meant to make you feel uncomfortable. i only wanted..." he seemed to droop in his seat, eyes finding the floor. "i meant what i said," he continued in a tiny voice. "all of it. i'm not - not asking you to return how i f-feel, or anything - i know you deserve more than me, but i want you to know..." his gaze lifted; his virescent eyes seemed to shine like gems in the low light. "i think you're amazing. i always have."

your breath caught painfully in your throat, and you could feel your eyes welling with tears. he... after everything, he still thought... you reeled in a breath, two, willing yourself to speak.

and this time, you did.

"you're wrong," you murmured. "i don't deserve more than you. i - i hardly deserve you at all, midoriya, after the way i treated you. i'm so sorry. the truth is... i think you're amazing too."

a beat of silence. midoriya's mouth parted, eyes widened, and he went completely still, needing for you to continue. so you did, spilling out everything you'd kept bottled up for the months you'd known him.

"ever since that day you knocked me over i haven't stopped thinking about you," you admitted, and it was kind of humiliating but it felt like a weight off your chest and you thought maybe it was worth it for the way his lip trembled and his face flushed and his eyes flashed with barely-concealed hope. "i never knew what to say to you. or how to act. i'd never felt so strongly about someone before - it - it was like everything you did made me like you more. and with how awfully i treated you it never occurred to me that you could feel the same, so i thought i didn't have any chance at all." you felt the tears spill down your cheeks. "but what i'm trying to say, midoriya... i like you too."

a whimper greeted your ears at this confession, and you could see that midoriya had gotten shakily to his feet. he was staring at you like he could hardly believe you were real, and his own tears were running down his face but he hardly seemed to mind because his mouth had twisted into a hesitant smile.

"you - you mean it?" he whispered with reverence. he blinked, and his eyelashes kissed his cheek. "you... like me?"

"yes." the word felt like it was punched out of you, and midoriya's breath staggered as he reached out tentatively. you watched his hand move slowly towards you own - and for the first time ever, you didn't pull away. his fingers wrapped over your clenched fist, gently at first, like he was scared to hurt you. you choked back a gasp; you could feel every ridge, every callus, every scar on his hand. it was shaking, too, but when his grip tightened and he let out an incredulous little laugh that made you want to squeeze him, you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around him, bringing him in as close as you could and then some. his gasp of surprise was muffled against the crook of your neck where he buried his head, and when your arms came up to circle around him you felt him trembling delicately beneath you, and you suppressed a cry when his own arms wrapped around you, gripping like you'd disappear if he let go.

"am i dreaming?" he mumbled against your skin. the buzz of his speech shivered up your neck, a static shock beneath your skin. "are - are you real?"

"'m real," you murmured, voice shaking. he pulled back, face full of worship, and when you leant in to kiss him you swallowed his tiny gasp of surprise. it felt like a capillary burst in your brain when you finally felt him against you, like everything in your life had been leading up to this, your hands in the base of his green curls, his hands jerking uncertainly around your waist, the way he breathed with you. you felt the passing of several sunlit days on a track field before you pulled apart, knocking your forehead against his.

with a trembling hand, you wiped the remnants of tears from his cheeks. without thinking, you whispered, "i love your freckles."

he reddened. "i- you-"

you hummed, pressed a feather-light kiss to the constellations on his face. his eyes followed you, wider than you'd ever seen, brows sloping together, lip trembling, and he ducked his face into your hand on his cheek, blushing furiously. you chuckled and afforded his other cheek the same treatment, feeling the skin of his face reach boiling point beneath your skin.

"thank you," he murmured, voice caught, broken.

"thank you," you corrected sweetly, and he whined and buried his face in your collarbone, beaming and flushed.

as it turned out, you were both idiots. but it seemed to turn out okay, in the end.

★﹒₊‧their sun sing match up

oikawa is a cancer and he belongs with a scorpio, bc i'm a scorpio.

a/n thank u 😚 for reading ! <3