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Boys
Class 1a
Bakugo
"The disaster talk"
They watched the video
The truth bomb
Family Dinner (aka the acacolypse)
The Janitor’s Closet incident
Explosive Delivery
Explosions of the heart
Thin Walls- no restraint
Red Marks red faces
No Time Like a Bad time
Explosive Love: Part 2 – Babysitter Bakugo
Kirishima
Red Riot meet your Sidekick
Explosive Love (Literally)
Deku
In his arms
Explosive Love: Part 3 – Baby's Day Out (with Deku & Todoroki
Sero
Explosive Love: Part 5 – Sero & Denki: Bros vs Baby Bom
Denki
💛 Static hearts
Explosive Love: Part 5 – Sero & Denki: Bros vs Baby Bom
Shoto
Explosive Love: Part 3 – Baby's Day Out (with Deku & Todoroki
More to come!
Girls
Uraraka
Jirou
Momo
Tsuui
Mina
Explosive Love: Part 4 – Mina’s Turn (And She’s Ready for War)
Hagakure
More to come!
Pro heroes
Boys
Present mic
Aizawa
“Head Trauma? Never Heard of Her”
Hawks
Just a Flesh Wound bro
"First Flight"
“Hero Duty Never Sleeps”
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Girls
Midnight
“Head Trauma? Never Heard of Her”
Mirko
Mt. Lady
Just a Flesh Wound bro
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Villains
Boys
Shigaraki
Dabi
Twice
Overhaul
Girls
Toga
Magne
Lady nagant
“The Original Disaster Talk”
Teen!Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo (his mom)
Tags: Humor, Embarrassing Parenting, Family Chaos, Origin Story
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There are a few moments in every man’s life that leave a permanent scar.
For Katsuki Bakugo, age 13, that moment came on a random Tuesday afternoon.
He’d just gotten home from school, stormed upstairs like he always did, and was about to open incognito mode for very educational purposes when he heard the knock.
“Oi, Katsuki,” came the voice of Mitsuki Bakugo, aka his mom, aka a hurricane in heels. “We need to talk.”
Bakugo blinked, suspicious. “About what?”
She opened the door before he could protest.
“You’re gettin’ taller. You’re smellin’ worse. And you’ve been hogging the bathroom like you’re hiding a whole-ass relationship in there,” she said, arms crossed.
Bakugo’s soul left his body. “W-what?! No, I haven’t—what are you talking about?!”
“Puberty, dumbass,” she snapped. “It’s happening. I’m not letting your sweaty little teenage man-hormones wreck this house without a warning.”
He turned bright red. “I DON’T HAVE MAN-HORMONES!”
“Bullshit,” Mitsuki said, tossing a pamphlet onto his bed titled “So You’re Growing Hair There, Huh?”
Bakugo stared at it in horror. “What the hell is this?!”
“Your dad was too much of a coward to have this talk with you, so now it’s my job,” she said, sitting on the edge of his bed like this was a normal Tuesday. “Let’s start with the basics. Boners happen. Deal with it. You’re gonna get them at the worst possible times. Don’t point ‘em at people.”
“OH MY GOD,” Bakugo howled, grabbing a pillow and screaming into it.
Mitsuki continued unfazed. “If you’re gonna, y’know, touch yourself, do it in private. Wash your hands. Don’t get weird with socks. Don’t break the plumbing. Don’t google anything that ends with ‘hub’. And if I ever catch you lying about what you’re doing in the shower—”
“I’M NEVER SHOWERING AGAIN,” Bakugo yelled from under the pillow.
“—you will be grounded, and I will tell Auntie Inko.”
“PLEASE STOP TALKING!”
She stood, patting his head like she’d just taught him how to tie his shoes. “You’ll survive. Just remember: if something’s leaking or growing and you don’t know why, talk to a damn adult.”
Bakugo peeked out. “You’re the worst.”
She smirked. “You’ll thank me when you’re a dad and your kid starts cryin’ because of a math test and a surprise boner.”
He would not thank her.
Not for a long, long time.
---
End Scene
Thus began the generational trauma of Bakugo men being emotionally damaged by The Talk. And so, the legend lives on…
"They Watched The Video"
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Wholesome Aftermath, Secondhand Embarrassment, Uterus-Fueled Respect
Part 12 of the “Knock First, Damn It!” Series
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It started in health class.
You got the warning note ahead of time. A little permission slip in Hana’s backpack that read:
> “This week, we will be viewing a short educational film on childbirth.”
You signed it.
Bakugo signed it too—then added “Godspeed” in the corner.
---
DAY OF THE VIDEO: 2:43 PM, SCHOOL HEALTH CLASS
Haruki (13) and Hana (12) sat side-by-side, trying to act like this was fine.
A projector flickered on.
A chipper narrator voice began:
> “Today, we’ll be learning about the miracle of life.”
It started out easy. Cute cartoon animations. Uplifting music.
Then it switched.
REAL FOOTAGE.
A woman. Labor. Screaming.
Close-ups. Angles that no one was ready for.
A head emerging where heads should not.
Haruki’s jaw dropped.
Hana gripped her desk like it was a lifeline.
Someone in the back whispered, “Is that LEGAL?!”
The video didn’t stop.
Tears. Blood. One midwife yelling, “ALMOST THERE!”
Hana went pale. “Why is she still screaming?! Why is it still coming out?!”
Haruki looked horrified. “There’s shoulders?!”
Another kid fainted.
By the time it ended, no one clapped. No one spoke.
The lights came on.
Silence.
Existential dread.
The teacher cheerfully asked, “Any questions?”
Haruki slowly raised a hand. “Yeah. Um. Can we take our moms out to dinner or something?”
---
LATER THAT NIGHT
You were cooking when the kids walked into the kitchen, eyes wide, forever changed.
Haruki walked up and hugged you. Full-body. Long. With meaning.
“…You okay?” you asked.
“You did that for me,” he whispered like a cult convert. “You’re a superhero.”
You blinked. “What… did they show you?”
“Everything.” Hana said, voice flat.
Bakugo peeked around the corner. “So. You saw it, huh?”
Haruki nodded slowly. “Dad.”
“Yeah?”
“…Did you WATCH Mom go through that?”
Bakugo took a long sip of tea. “Front row. Got hit in the face with a piece of placenta.”
Hana gagged.
Haruki looked like he was going to cry again. “I can’t believe you survived that.”
You smiled. “It’s part of the job.”
Haruki saluted. “Respectfully? I will never raise my voice at you again. Ever.”
Bakugo smirked. “I been sayin’ she’s a badass.”
Hana bowed. “I’m gonna do your chores for the week. Just because.”
You nodded like a queen.
“…Also,” Haruki added, “I might be abstinent until I’m thirty.”
Bakugo fist-pumped behind you.
“The Truth Bomb”
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Education Gone Wrong, Parental Panic, Coming-of-(Too-Much)-Knowledge
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It started with health class.
Specifically, Haruki’s teacher sending out a “Heads Up” email with one horrifying subject line:
> This week: Reproductive Systems & Human Development! Please prep your child accordingly. :)
You showed the email to Bakugo.
He stared at it like it personally threatened him. “Nope.”
“Babe—”
“Nope.”
“They’re gonna hear it anyway. Wouldn’t you rather they hear it from us?”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “Then I’m starting with the consequences. No one talks about the awkward socks or the lifetime of trauma.”
---
The Setup
You called a “family meeting.”
Haruki (13) and Hana (11) sat on the couch, suspicious and slightly panicked.
“Are we in trouble?” Hana whispered.
Bakugo crossed his arms. “Not yet.”
You shot him a look. “Guys, your health teacher is starting a unit on… human reproduction. And we figured it’d be better if you heard it from us first.”
Haruki groaned. “Oh no.”
Hana perked up. “You mean like how babies are made?!”
Bakugo: visibly regrets not leaving the country sooner.
---
Stage One: The Basics
You took a breath. “Okay. So. When a male and a female reproduce, the male’s sperm meets the female’s egg.”
Hana raised her hand. “Like in Finding Nemo?”
Bakugo blinked. “We’re not starting with Finding Nemo. There’s no clownfish foreplay in this story.”
Haruki choked.
You glared. “Katsuki.”
“What?! It’s better than pretending it’s magical fairy dust!”
You sighed. “Anyway. The sperm is inside the semen, which is released when the male ejaculates.”
Haruki made a face like he’d just eaten glue. “Ugh.”
Hana frowned. “How does the sperm get in there?”
Bakugo groaned. “Here it comes…”
You smiled awkwardly. “Well… the penis goes inside the vagina, and that’s how the sperm reaches the egg.”
Dead silence.
Haruki’s entire soul left his body.
Hana blinked. “So you and Dad—?”
“NOPE.” Haruki stood up. “I’m out. I’m leaving the planet.”
Bakugo yanked him back down by the hood. “You’re sitting through this. If I had to live it, you’re gonna learn it.”
---
Stage Two: The Details (aka: The Regret)
You powered on. “Once the sperm fertilizes the egg, it implants in the uterus, and grows for about nine months.”
Hana nodded slowly. “So it’s like planting a seed, but gross.”
“Exactly,” Bakugo muttered. “A gross, screaming seed.”
Haruki still looked like he wanted to vanish. “Wait—how do you even know when to do that? Like, is it just random? Do people plan it?”
You and Bakugo exchanged a long, awkward silence.
“…Sometimes it’s planned,” you said carefully.
“Sometimes,” Bakugo added, “you’re just feeling brave. Or stupid.”
You smacked his arm. “Don’t say that in front of them.”
Haruki blinked. “So I was a brave mistake?”
“YOU WERE A LOVE-FILLED ADVENTURE,” you snapped.
Bakugo shrugged. “He wasn’t planned. But he was loud from day one.”
Haruki looked genuinely horrified. “You guys were doing that stuff when you were, like, young?!”
Bakugo grinned wickedly. “Kid. We invented the thunder clap.”
“OH MY GOD—”
---
Stage Three: Existential Crisis
Hana raised her hand again. “Wait. You had to do that two times to make both of us?”
Bakugo tilted his head. “Minimum. We’re not amateurs.”
You smacked his arm so hard his chair squeaked.
Hana gasped. “So you—you did that… a lot?!”
Haruki covered his ears. “LA LA LA I’M NOT LISTENING.”
“WE LIVE HERE,” Hana yelled. “YOU DID THAT HERE?!”
You stood up. “Okay! That’s enough education for one night!”
Haruki fled.
Hana followed, yelling, “WAIT—IF YOU GUYS KISSED THAT MUCH, DID YOU ALSO—OH NOOOO—”
The bedroom door slammed.
Silence.
Bakugo took a long sip of water. “Think they’ll ever look us in the eyes again?”
You grinned. “Not until college.”
He chuckled. “Worth it.”
“Family Dinner (aka: The Apocalypse)”
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Complete Breakdown, Teen Drama, Secondhand Trauma
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Dinner started off normal.
You made katsudon (Bakugo’s favorite). Haruki was unusually quiet. Hana had a suspicious smile. Bakugo was halfway through his second helping, blissfully unaware of the emotional landmine about to detonate.
You should’ve known.
You should’ve known.
It started with Hana.
“So, I think Takeshi might ask me to be his girlfriend.”
Bakugo froze mid-chew. “He better not.”
You gave her a soft smile. “That’s exciting, sweetheart.”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. “No it isn’t. It’s illegal.”
Haruki jumped in, mouth full of rice. “Takeshi’s not that bad. Better than closet girl.”
Bakugo dropped his chopsticks.
“You wanna repeat that?”
Haruki realized too late that he’d just outed himself. Again. “I—I mean, hypothetically—”
“You were back in the closet?!”
You groaned. “Oh my god, not again.”
Hana leaned back smugly. “I saw them holding hands yesterday.”
Haruki turned bright red. “TRAITOR!”
“She winked at him too,” Hana added, like she was announcing a war crime. “Both eyes.”
Bakugo stood so fast his chair screeched. “THAT’S IT. This dinner is OVER. Everyone to their rooms. No more hormones. NO MORE WINKING.”
You tried to intervene. “Katsuki—”
“Nope. I’m done. I gave the talk. I suffered through The Incident. I read the damn Diary. I survived ClosetGate. And now you’re telling me I’m raising a Romeo and Juliet sequel in my own house?!”
Haruki mumbled, “Technically we’re more like a Rom-Com—”
“SHUT UP, HARUKI.”
Hana, cool as ever, kept sipping her juice. “Don’t worry, Dad. It’s not like I’m gonna kiss him on school property.”
Bakugo wheeled on her. “YES YOU ARE. AND I’LL BE THERE. HIDING IN A BUSH WITH BINOCULARS.”
You snorted so hard you choked.
Haruki tried to sneak another bite of katsudon.
Bakugo caught him mid-chew. “You think you get to eat after all this betrayal?!”
“Dad,” Haruki said around a mouthful, “you need therapy.”
“I need a flamethrower.”
---
Ten minutes later, you were cleaning the kitchen while Bakugo sulked in the corner like a war veteran.
“I can’t do this,” he muttered. “We’re surrounded. Outnumbered. Hormones on all sides.”
You kissed his cheek. “You’ll survive.”
“I miss when they were babies. When they only cried because they wanted snacks, not because some punk told them they had ‘pretty eyes.’”
You laughed. “You’re doing great.”
“I’m dying.”
“You’re surviving.”
He groaned. “Same thing.”
“The Janitor’s Closet Incident”
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Chaos, Parental Meltdown, The Fear of God™
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It started with a phone call.
You picked up. “Hello?”
“Hi, this is U.A. Junior High. We need to speak with Haruki’s parent or guardian. It’s… regarding an incident.”
You immediately sat up straighter. “Is he hurt?”
There was a pause.
“…No. But you might want to sit down anyway.”
---
Bakugo showed up to the school thirty minutes later, stomping through the front office like he was about to arrest someone. You trailed behind, apologizing for the murder energy radiating off your husband.
The principal met you both at the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo. Thank you for coming.”
“Where is he?” Bakugo growled.
The principal adjusted his tie, sweating slightly. “Uh, Haruki is in the guidance office. We… caught him in a compromising position.”
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed.
“Compromising how?”
The principal coughed. “He was found in the janitor’s closet… with a girl.”
Bakugo blinked. Slowly. Like his body had to buffer the information before rage kicked in.
“…I’m sorry. The WHERE?”
“We believe they were… kissing.”
Kissing.
You swore you could hear Bakugo’s soul leave his body.
---
Haruki sat in the guidance office with a cold compress on the back of his neck. Not because he was injured—because the sheer panic had made him sweat so hard the nurse got concerned.
You walked in first. “Sweetheart…”
He looked up like a deer caught in a nuclear explosion.
“M-Mom—I swear—we weren’t doing anything bad!”
“Closet, Haruki?” Bakugo thundered behind you. “The janitor’s closet?! What are you, a soap opera character?!”
Haruki practically jumped out of the chair. “We were just kissing! I didn’t even—I mean—it was only for like ten seconds and—”
“TEN SECONDS?!”
You gently pushed Bakugo back before he combusted. “Let’s take a breath.”
“No!” he snapped. “First he nearly gives me a heart attack with his ‘alone time,’ then I have to give him the world’s most traumatic sex talk, and now he’s reenacting Riverdamndale in the broom closet?! What’s next? A hotel room?! A BABY?!”
Haruki was turning colors.
“I’m not gonna be a dad! I’m a kid! I don’t even know how to do laundry!”
“Damn right you don’t!” Bakugo pointed a finger like it was a loaded weapon. “And if I ever catch wind of you kissing anyone again without supervision, I’m sending you to a monastery.”
“A what?!”
“You’ll have a vow of silence and a celibacy contract by Monday!”
You snorted trying to hold back laughter. “Okay, okay. Enough. We’ll talk about this at home.”
Bakugo leaned down, eye-level with Haruki. “Do you know what I used to do to pervy boys in high school?”
“Traumatize them?”
“Worse. I gave ‘em tips.”
“Wait—what?”
Bakugo smirked. “And then I traumatized ‘em.”
Haruki groaned. “I need a new family.”
---
Later that night…
Bakugo was pacing the kitchen. “A closet, babe. Like, with brooms and mops. That’s not even romantic!”
You sipped your wine. “Be glad it wasn’t the chemistry lab.”
Bakugo paused.
“…We’re homeschooling him.”
“Red Riot, Meet Your Sidekick”
The late evening air was cool, but sweat beaded on your forehead as another sharp contraction hit, making you grip the passenger seat armrest with a strangled cry.
“Almost there, babe!” Kirishima said, knuckles white on the steering wheel as he sped toward the hospital. “Just keep breathing! Like we practiced, right?”
You glared at him through gritted teeth. “I am breathing, Eijirou—do you want to try doing it while your insides are trying to rip you in half?”
He winced. “Right. Sorry. Focus mode. Hero mode. Got it.”
By the time the car skidded into the emergency parking, you were already moaning through another wave. Kirishima darted out, yelling for help, and within seconds, hospital staff had you in a wheelchair and racing down the hallway.
Once you were in the delivery room, everything felt like a blur. The fluorescent lights were too bright, the hospital gown too cold, and the contractions—insanely close together.
“I feel pressure,” you gasped, clutching Kirishima’s hand. “Like...a lot of pressure.”
He blinked. “Already? That was, what, fifteen minutes since the last check?”
“I’m serious. Something’s happening. This kid isn’t waiting.”
A nurse leaned in, lifting the blanket. Her eyes widened, and she barked over her shoulder, “We need a doctor in here, now. She's crowning!”
“Wait, what?!” Kirishima looked like he’d just taken a hit to the chest. “She’s—already?!”
The nurse met your eyes. “You’re doing great, honey, but this baby’s coming fast. Can you try pushing?”
“Are you kidding?” you panted. “I feel like my soul is about to exit my body.”
“You’ve got this, babe!” Kirishima said, brushing your hair back. “You’ve done harder things. You’re the strongest person I know.”
You barely heard him. Your body was already taking over, legs trembling as another contraction surged through you. You pushed with a cry, and suddenly the room filled with urgent voices, beeping machines, and the grounding grip of your husband’s hand.
“Again!” the nurse urged. “One more time!”
With a scream and a flood of emotion, you pushed—then just like that, it was over.
A piercing cry filled the room.
Your chest heaved, eyes wide with shock and awe. A tiny, wet, pink baby was lifted into the air.
“It’s a boy!” someone called.
Kirishima’s jaw dropped as the nurse placed the baby gently on your chest. He was flushed red, squirming, and absolutely perfect.
Kirishima let out a laugh that was half-sob, half-shock. “Babe… You just— we just—holy hell.”
You looked down at the baby, eyes blurry with tears. “That was so fast.”
“Fast?” Kirishima grinned, eyes glassy. “You just beat me in a race. That was Red Riot levels of fast!”
Despite the exhaustion, you chuckled softly. “Guess he wanted to make a dramatic entrance.”
Kirishima leaned in, kissing your temple. “He’s got your timing. And your strength. You were amazing.”
You closed your eyes for a moment, soaking it all in—the warmth of your baby, the comfort of Eijirou beside you, the soft hum of nurses tidying the room.
“I think he’s gonna be a little hero,” you whispered, “just like his dad.”
Kirishima swallowed hard. “Nah. He’s gonna be a hero like his mom.”
You held your tiny son closer, smiling through tears, your heart full.
No Time Like a Bad Time
Pairing: Bakugo x Reader
Rating: Mature / Explicit (soft smut, implied sex)
Setting: Bakugo's bedroom, evening
Tags: NSFW, semi-public risk, parental interruption, heavy makeout, implied penetration, humor
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You never made it to the bed.
Your back was against his bedroom wall, legs around his waist, shirt lost somewhere near the door. Bakugo’s mouth was hot and possessive, hands rough as they slid up your thighs, pushing your underwear aside without a second thought.
“Couldn’t wait,” he growled, voice hoarse as he pressed his hips forward, teasing you with slow, maddening friction. “You come over lookin’ like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself?”
You moaned into his neck, fingers tangled in his hair. “We’re gonna get caught…”
“Don’t care.” His hand slipped between your bodies, and the next thing you knew, he was inside you in one slow, claiming thrust.
Your breath hitched, head falling back against the wall as he rocked into you, steady and deep. “Fuck,” you whispered, digging your nails into his shoulders. “Katsuki…”
“That’s right,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Say my name again.”
You were gasping against his mouth, trying to keep quiet, trying and failing. The heat between you was dizzying, his breath ragged in your ear, the sound of skin on skin filling the room—
And then the door slammed open.
“Hey, Katsuki, have you—”
Mitsuki’s voice froze mid-sentence.
You both froze too. Bakugo still inside you, your legs locked around him, his hand gripping your ass, both of you wide-eyed like deer in headlights.
Masaru’s horrified gasp came from behind her.
Bakugo didn’t even turn around. He just rested his forehead on your shoulder and let out the most exhausted sigh of his life. “…Fucking hell.”
You scrambled to yank the nearest blanket off the bed to cover yourself, but there was no real saving this moment.
Mitsuki’s scream could’ve shattered glass. “ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! IN MY HOUSE?! WHILE I’M HOME?! WHAT THE FUCK, KATSUKI?!”
Masaru was already halfway down the hall, muttering something about trauma and therapy.
“OUT!” Bakugo barked, voice cracking like an explosion. “GET OUT!”
“YOU BETTER BE USING A CONDOM!” she shrieked before slamming the door shut with enough force to shake the walls.
Silence.
You blinked up at Bakugo, still inside you, still panting, both of you stunned into stillness.
“…So,” you said, barely able to look at him, “do we finish… or cry forever?”
He groaned. “Gimme ten seconds to reset my soul.”
---
You woke up in Bakugo’s bed tangled in sheets and shame.
The sunlight coming through the window was soft. The room still smelled faintly of sweat and skin and sex. Katsuki was still asleep, one arm draped lazily across your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
You considered pretending you were dead. That seemed easier than walking downstairs and facing the two people who had literally walked in on you mid-thrust less than twelve hours ago.
But then—like a horror movie jump scare—you heard Mitsuki yell from downstairs:
“BREAKFAST’S READY, YOU TWO! AND YOU BETTER COME DOWN FULLY DRESSED!”
Bakugo groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. “Nope. I’m faking my death. Tell my mom I’m gone. Left the country.”
You shoved his shoulder. “We have to go. If we don’t, it’ll somehow get worse.”
“I literally had my dick out when she walked in. It can’t get worse.”
You were wrong.
It got worse.
The moment you stepped into the kitchen, Masaru nearly choked on his coffee and refused to make eye contact with either of you. Bakugo kept his head down like a dog in trouble. You sat across from Mitsuki, who smirked like she’d been waiting her entire life for this moment.
“So…” she began, sipping her tea. “Did we have a good night?”
You choked on your juice.
Bakugo snapped, “MOM.”
“Oh relax. I’m not mad anymore,” she said cheerfully, piling eggs onto your plate. “Traumatized, sure. But it’s not like I didn’t know my son was sexually active. He’s loud enough when you’re not here.”
Masaru made a whimpering noise and physically left the room.
You wanted to melt into the chair and disappear.
“Katsuki, I hope you’re not just going at it raw like some idiot. I didn’t raise a dumbass.”
“I—what the hell kind of conversation is this?” Bakugo snapped, ears red. “Stop talking about my dick at the breakfast table!”
“I wouldn’t have to if you hadn’t been using it in front of me!” she shot back.
You slowly, silently put down your fork. “I’m… gonna go. Pack my stuff. Change my name. Maybe flee the country.”
Mitsuki smiled sweetly. “Take your time, sweetheart. You were excellent under pressure.”
You didn’t come back for breakfast again for two months.
"In His Arms"
The soft hum of the hospital room filled the silence between you and Izuku. You lay propped up on the pillows, tired but glowing, as you watched your husband sit frozen in the nearby chair, staring at the bundle in his arms like it was the most sacred thing he’d ever held.
“Are you okay?” you whispered with a tired smile.
He looked up at you, eyes wide, already glassy with emotion. “He’s… he’s so small. I’m afraid to move.”
You laughed softly, your hand brushing your own tired eyes. “You’ve held babies before.”
“Yeah, but not ours. Not my son.” Izuku looked back down, his hand cradling the baby's head like he was made of paper. “He’s got your nose… and I think my ears.”
The baby gave a tiny yawn and wriggled in his arms. Izuku froze.
“Did I do something wrong?!”
You shook your head gently. “No, love. He’s just dreaming. You’re doing everything right.”
Izuku sat completely still, not even daring to shift his weight. His hair was a mess, his hero uniform jacket thrown over the hospital chair behind him. He hadn’t left your side once.
“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted quietly, “but I know I want to do it perfectly.”
“You don’t have to be perfect,” you said, voice growing soft as sleep pulled at you. “Just love him. Like you already do.”
His eyes softened. “I love you both so much it hurts.”
As the baby settled in his arms, Izuku slowly stood up, walking carefully to your bedside. He sat beside you, cradling your son between the two of you.
“He’s going to be so brave,” he said in a hushed tone. “But I’ll be careful. I’ll be gentle. I’ll protect him with everything I have. Always.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder, your fingers brushing over the baby's blanket. “He’s got you. He’s already safe.”
In the quiet of the hospital room, with the city far outside and the world on pause, Izuku Midoriya held his son like he was holding the whole future.
And to him, maybe he was.
---
Explosive Love: Part 5 – Sero & Denki: Bros vs Baby Bomb
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Babysitters Hanta Sero & Denki Kaminari
Genre: Chaotic Comedy, Tag-Team Disaster
Summary: They called themselves the “Ultimate Babysitter Duo.” They wore matching shirts. They brought snacks. They were so sure they’d nail it. But the baby had other plans… and Denki forgot to bring nose plugs.
---
“I don’t see the problem,” Denki said confidently as he adjusted his “BABY DUTY” headband.
“We’ve got this,” Sero agreed, tossing a roll of duct tape into the air and catching it like it was part of his combat gear. “Two pros. One baby. No fear.”
Kirishima opened the door, holding the baby like she was made of nitroglycerin.
“You guys sure you’re ready?” he asked for the tenth time.
“Dude,” Denki grinned, “we’ve babysat a cat before.”
“Yeah,” Sero added, “and that cat only pooped in Denki’s shoe once. So, like. We’re trained.”
You raised an eyebrow. “She’s... different.”
The baby gurgled sweetly.
FORESHADOWING INTENSIFIES
---
T+15 Minutes:
They were vibing. Music playing. Baby bouncing. Denki had given her a sparkly bow headband, and Sero was trying to teach her to high-five.
“This is easy,” Denki said, stretching out on the couch. “I think we’re naturally gifted.”
PFFFT.
The sound was small.
The smell was not.
Sero went still. “Was that… her?”
Denki waved his hand dramatically. “Whoa—why is it spicy?!”
The baby grinned and clapped. Like a tiny villain. A very proud one.
PHBRRRRTTTT.
Denki staggered back like he'd been shot. “THAT ONE HAD VIBRATION!!”
---
T+28 Minutes:
Denki was hiding behind the kitchen island.
“She’s targeting me,” he whispered into a banana, pretending it was a walkie-talkie.
Sero was kneeling on the couch with a blanket over his nose. “We’ve got gas, repeat, full gas zone! Operation Diaper Storm is a go!”
“Negative!” Denki cried. “I am NOT opening that containment zone!”
“YOU fed her the applesauce!”
“I didn’t know applesauce unlocked her final form!”
The baby squealed with laughter.
---
T+40 Minutes:
There was tape on the walls. Baby wipes scattered across the battlefield. Sero was trying to MacGyver a diaper disposal unit out of a trash can and a fan.
Denki was holding a candle like it was holy protection.
“She’s too powerful,” he muttered. “This baby runs on nuclear.”
“Not even All Might trained for this,” Sero whispered.
The baby let out a tiny, victorious toot.
Both men froze.
“Brace for impact.”
---
When you returned, you found Sero with clothespins on his nose and Denki wearing swimming goggles for no reason.
“She’s asleep,” Sero said weakly.
“But at what cost?” Denki added.
You scooped up your peacefully snoozing, deceptively innocent child.
Kirishima chuckled. “So… you guys wanna try again next week?”
They spoke in unison: “HELL. NO.”
---
Next up: Aizawa stops by to “observe.”
Explosive Love: Part 4 – Mina’s Turn (And She’s Ready for War)
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Babysitter Mina Ashido
Genre: Crack fluff, Chaos, Girl Power vs Baby Gas Power
Summary: After hearing the legends of Baby Boom, Mina insists on babysitting. Confident. Fearless. Fabulous. She walks in like it’s a spa day. But this baby has no mercy—and Mina’s about to find out that cute pink hair doesn’t protect you from napalm-level toots.
---
“Guys, please,” Mina waved her hand dramatically as she slid her sunglasses down. “How bad could one tiny baby be?”
Kirishima and you just stared at her.
“Bakugo almost cried,” you offered gently.
“Deku said his lungs aged five years,” Kirishima added.
“Todoroki won't make eye contact with any infants anymore,” you finished.
Mina grinned. “So she’s a little spicy. I’m spicy. We’ll vibe.”
You handed the baby over. She cooed. Mina winked.
"Girls stick together," Mina said proudly.
From the hallway, Kirishima whispered to you, “We should start a timer.”
---
T+10 Minutes:
Mina was dancing in the living room, holding the baby like she was in a music video.
“We’re thriving, girl!” she sang. “Look at you! A queen! A tiny, powerful queen—”
PFFFFFFFFT.
She froze. The baby grinned.
“Okay,” Mina said slowly. “That was... assertive.”
She sniffed.
“Oh no.”
---
T+18 Minutes:
Mina had relocated to the balcony.
“I’m not saying I’m scared,” she said aloud, talking to the baby like a roommate. “But I did just Febreze your diaper like six times. And you’re still going.”
The baby tooted again. Long. Proud. Musical.
Mina blinked. “That one had a melody.”
She pulled out her phone. “Group chat. Emergency. I’m being farted alive.”
---
T+30 Minutes:
Kirishima peeked through the window.
Mina was standing in the middle of the living room like a war general, armed with lavender incense, baby wipes, and a fan in each hand. The baby sat smugly in a bouncer, thumping her legs like a war drum.
You sipped your drink calmly. “She’s gone full tactical.”
Kirishima whistled. “I’ve never seen Mina sweat before.”
PHHHBBT.
Inside, Mina yelled, “I DON’T DESERVE THIS!”
---
T+50 Minutes:
When you returned, the scene was… dramatic.
Mina was lying flat on the couch, a cold washcloth over her forehead.
“She won,” she mumbled. “I tried… I really tried.”
The baby was sound asleep in her arms, looking peaceful—like she hadn’t just gas-bombed a fully trained pro hero.
Kirishima picked her up and sniffed cautiously. “She’s… calm now?”
Mina sat up slowly. “She was never mad. That’s the worst part. She enjoyed it.”
You patted her shoulder. “She respects you now.”
Mina exhaled. “Good. She can remember that next time, when I show up in hazmat pink.”
---
Next time: Sero and Denki want to babysit together.
Explosive Love: Part 3 – Baby's Day Out (with Deku & Todoroki)
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Babysitters Deku and Todoroki
Genre: Fluff, Chaos, Babysitting Misadventures
Summary: With Bakugo officially traumatized, Kirishima calls in backup. Enter: Deku (nervous but willing) and Todoroki (unfazed... for now). They think babysitting can’t be that hard. But no one warned them about the gas.
---
Kirishima stood proudly at your front door, holding your baby out like she was the MVP of the season.
“She’s all yours, boys,” he beamed. “Don’t worry—Bakugo might’ve exaggerated.”
Todoroki blinked. “I heard she took him down in under an hour.”
Deku nodded nervously, already scribbling in a notebook. “According to my calculations, the frequency of her emissions shouldn’t cause structural damage to a normal household…”
Kirishima slapped his back. “Just don’t let her eat anything orange.”
You blinked. “Wait, why not—”
SLAM.
Too late. The door closed. Operation: Babysitter Bros had begun.
---
Thirty minutes in…
“So, uh… she’s really cute,” Deku said, rocking her gently in his arms. “Look at that smile—so sweet and—”
BRRRT!
He froze.
“That… was a strong one.”
Todoroki leaned in. “I think it shook the floor.”
Deku sniffed cautiously. “Why does it smell like… burnt oatmeal and vengeance?”
Todoroki tilted his head. “It’s oddly impressive. Like she has an internal combustion engine.”
The baby kicked and giggled as if in agreement.
PFFFFT.
Deku panicked. “We need containment!”
Todoroki calmly reached for the diaper bag like a man preparing to diffuse a bomb. “I’ve got this.”
---
One hour in…
Todoroki stood stoically, holding a can of air freshener in one hand and your baby in the other.
“She has attacked three times in twenty minutes.”
Deku peeked out from behind a pillow fort. “I think she’s evolving.”
The baby let out a mighty squeal and flopped happily onto the blanket.
“Her power…” Deku whispered, wide-eyed. “It’s unmatched.”
PHBBBT.
“She’s aiming at me now,” Todoroki said, deadpan. “I admire her accuracy.”
Deku scribbled in his notes. “Hero Name: Gas Mask. Quirk: High-Pressure Flatulence.”
“Wait until Aizawa hears about this…”
---
When you and Kirishima returned, the living room looked like the aftermath of a low-level disaster.
Blankets scattered. Windows open. A fan running full blast.
Deku was fanning himself with a baby book. Todoroki was sitting perfectly still, staring into space.
“She’s asleep,” Deku whispered. “But the damage… it’s been done.”
Kirishima picked up the baby gently, like she was made of pure dynamite. “Did she…?”
Todoroki didn’t break eye contact. “She farted on my soul.”
---
Next time: Mina wants to babysit.
Explosive Love: Part 2 – Babysitter Bakugo
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Reluctant Babysitter Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Chaos
Summary: Kirishima finally convinces Bakugo to babysit for just one hour. It goes exactly how you'd expect—except worse. Because the baby still has her secret weapon: farts. And Bakugo? He's not ready.
---
“I swear, it’ll only be an hour,” Kirishima said, practically bouncing with excitement as you both stood by the door.
Bakugo stood in the living room, arms crossed, expression thunderous. “Why the hell am I even here?”
“You owe me!” Kirishima grinned, already tossing him the diaper bag. “Remember that time I took a lightning bolt for you during that joint training exercise?”
“That was three years ago!”
“And I still have the scar.”
You tried not to laugh as you slipped your shoes on. “Don’t worry, she’s napping. Easiest babysitting gig ever.”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re lying.”
You and Kirishima bolted before he could say anything else.
---
Exactly three minutes later…
PFFFFFFFFTTT
Bakugo stared in horror at the tiny being in front of him.
“What the hell was that.”
The baby gurgled innocently from her blanket on the floor. Her eyes locked onto Bakugo’s, gleaming with the chaos of a true menace.
PFFT-BRRRRT.
“…OH HELL NO.”
Bakugo shot up, backing away like she’d just thrown a grenade. “Why does she sound like a damn motorboat?!”
The baby let out a victorious squeal, rolling slightly. The air grew thick with danger.
“I swear to—KIRISHIMA, YOU SET ME UP!”
He pinched his nose and tiptoed over with a blanket held like a shield. “Okay, okay. You got your joke. Ha ha. Very funny. Diaper change time.”
He opened the diaper.
“Oh my god.”
---
Thirty minutes in…
Bakugo was pacing the room, the baby on his hip, burping.
“Come on, I fight villains who can control freakin’ fire. I blow stuff up for a living. I’m not scared of a little—”
PFFFT.
“…I am terrified.”
He glared at her. “What the hell are you eating? Lava?!”
She giggled and patted his cheek sweetly. Then promptly let another one rip.
---
One hour later…
Kirishima opened the door and found Bakugo standing in the hallway, shirtless, holding your baby at arm’s length like a contaminated bomb.
“She farted on my neck,” Bakugo said quietly. “I can still feel it.”
Kirishima blinked. “Where’s your shirt?”
“She won. That’s where it is.”
You took the baby from him, laughing as she snuggled into your shoulder.
“She’s a menace,” Bakugo muttered, turning to leave. “And I’m never stepping foot in this house again.”
Kirishima grinned. “See ya next week, bro. Same time?”
Bakugo didn’t answer. He just kept walking.
PFFFT.
Your daughter let out one final farewell.
Bakugo didn’t even turn around. “Tell her to keep that war crime to herself next time.”
---
Explosive Love (Literally)
Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic
Summary: Kirishima thought being a dad would be all hero work and cuddles. He wasn’t prepared for your baby’s fiery talent… and it’s directed at him. Constantly.
---
You weren’t sure how something so small could be so dangerously gassy.
Seriously. It was almost impressive.
"She’s like a tiny grenade," you said, watching from the kitchen as your husband Kirishima sat cross-legged on the nursery floor, cradling your giggly five-month-old daughter.
"A grenade that only targets me," he groaned, face twisted between adoration and mild horror.
Pfffft.
Another one. Right on his thigh.
Kirishima paused mid-coo, lips parting. “That’s the fourth one in ten minutes. I counted.”
You tried not to laugh. “Maybe she’s marking her territory?”
He gave you a look. “So I’m the chosen one?”
Pfffft.
“Yup. Chosen again.”
The baby squealed with delight as if she knew what she was doing. Her chubby legs kicked against his chest, and Kirishima caught her, smiling through the torture.
“She’s got your quirk,” you teased, folding a tiny pink onesie. “Only hers is less… hardening and more—”
“Exploding,” he finished flatly. “Her quirk is butt bombs.”
You stifled a laugh behind your hand.
Kirishima held the baby up in the air like Simba, her diaper dangerously close to his face. “Why do you do this to me, princess? I’m your dad! I’m supposed to be your hero, not your toilet paper!”
Pfffffbbbbt.
“NOOO!”
You had to sit down you were laughing so hard.
He lowered her slowly. “You know, when I imagined fatherhood, I pictured late-night feedings, lullabies, maybe the occasional diaper mishap. I did not expect my daughter to weaponize flatulence.”
You finally caught your breath and walked over, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You’re still her hero.”
Kirishima grinned up at you, defeated. “Yeah… even if she’s the real explosive one in the family.”
The baby gave one final toot, this time small but powerful enough to make him flinch.
"…I think I’m gonna need backup."
---
“Head Trauma? Never Heard of Her”
Featuring: You (bleeding, unbothered), Aizawa (perpetually tired), Midnight (living for the drama), and Present Mic (too loud for this).
---
Scene: Back Alley Behind a Fight – 6:45 PM
The battle is over. Villains: tied up. Civilians: safe. Heroes: dusting themselves off.
That’s when Aizawa freezes, squints into the distance, and mutters—
Aizawa: “Is that… blood?”
Midnight: “Where?”
Present Mic: “WHERE?!” echoing like a fire truck
They turn the corner and find you—a girl with a split-open forehead, a suspiciously calm smile, and a half-eaten granola bar.
Sitting on the curb. Bleeding. A lot. Like, A Lot a lot.
---
You: casually “Hey guys. Don’t mind me. Just leaking a bit.”
Aizawa: blinking slowly “You're actively hemorrhaging.”
You: “Yeah, it’s kind of a vibe. Adds mystery.”
Midnight: already digging for her first-aid kit “Sweetie, how are you even conscious?!”
You: “Adrenaline and vibes.”
---
Present Mic: “DID YOU GET ATTACKED?!”
You: cringing “Volume, my guy. I already hear ocean sounds and the voice of God.”
Aizawa: “You need a hospital.”
You: “Eh. Maybe. Or maybe this is my villain origin story.”
Midnight: “You’re too chill for a villain. You’d get distracted mid-monologue.”
You: “Correct. I’d stop to compliment someone’s shoes.”
---
Aizawa: “What happened?”
You: “Long story short, I tripped chasing a cat. Into a dumpster. Then a pipe fell on my head. The cat is fine though.”
Present Mic: “SHE TRIED TO BEFRIEND A DUMPSTER CAT.”
You: offended “He was majestic.”
---
Midnight: “You are bleeding like a faucet and still defending the cat?”
You: “His name is Garbage Prince and I’d die for him.”
Aizawa: already dialing an ambulance “You just might.”
---
Scene: Waiting for the ambulance
You: “Do I get a cool scar? Like one that makes people think I’ve seen things?”
Present Mic: “Only if you survive!”
You: thumbs up, slightly swaying “Neat.”
Midnight: “I want whatever mental stability cocktail you’re on.”
You: “It’s called ‘delusion and snacks.’”
---
Scene: Ambulance arrives
Paramedic: “What happened?!”
You: “Gravity and poor decision-making.”
Aizawa: “Put her on full watch. She named the blood trail on the way here.”
You: “His name is Kevin.”
---
To Be Continued…?
“Hero Duty Never Sleeps”
It was 3:17 a.m.
The apartment was dark, still, quiet… until it wasn’t.
A familiar wail echoed down the hallway, slicing through the silence like a siren call.
You groaned softly into your pillow, one eye cracking open. “Your turn.”
Keigo didn’t move.
You nudged him.
“…Birdbrain.”
“Okay, okay—!” he mumbled, flopping dramatically onto his back and groaning like he’d just been asked to fly to the moon. “Operation Diaper Storm is a go.”
You sat up with him, both of you bleary-eyed but weirdly in sync, shuffling down the hallway together like zombies on a mission. Soraya’s cries grew louder the closer you got.
“I got wipes and a fresh sleeper,” you said, grabbing things from the drawer with one hand while tying your hair back with the other.
Keigo scooped Soraya up from her crib, already whispering in his softest dad-voice. “Hey, hey… baby bird, relax. Backup’s here.”
Her face was red, tiny fists flailing. Definitely not in the mood for sweet talk.
They say real love is patient.
But real, real love is holding your baby’s ankles in one hand while wiping a disaster zone at 3 a.m. with the other, all while your partner tosses dirty clothes into the laundry bin and tries to get a onesie on without snapping off their own sanity.
“Why do baby legs have the strength of a pro wrestler during diaper changes?” Keigo hissed.
“Because she knows we’re vulnerable,” you muttered. “She smells fear.”
Soraya let out a high-pitched hiccup-cry and then—without warning—peed straight up into the air.
“WHOA—” Keigo dodged like he was in combat. “Direct hit! I repeat, I’ve been hit!”
You burst out laughing as he held his hands up in surrender, damp shirt clinging to his chest. “She’s got a hell of an aim.”
“She’s got your attitude,” he shot back, peeling his shirt off and grabbing a clean towel.
Still half-laughing, you finally got the fresh diaper on her, slipped her into a clean sleeper, and scooped her into your arms.
Almost instantly… she stopped crying.
Keigo stared at her, blinking. “…That was all just for fun, wasn’t it?”
Soraya blinked back, now completely serene. Possibly smug.
You leaned into him, baby tucked between you both now. “Mission complete?”
He sighed, already guiding you back to bed. “Until the next alarm goes off.”
“She’s totally gonna be a villain in the morning,” you said through a yawn.
“She’s gonna be a CEO in the morning,” he muttered. “This kid already runs the whole house.”
---
Later…
Back in bed, Keigo pressed a soft kiss to Soraya’s hair, then to your cheek.
“You know,” he whispered, eyes heavy with sleep, “even like this… I’ve never felt more like a hero.”
You smiled against his chest. “You’re not alone, birdbrain.”
"Hold On, I'm Here"
Genre: Angst / Comfort / Family
Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader
Summary: The happiest moment of your lives turns into a nightmare when unexpected complications arise during childbirth. Bakugo is forced to face the terrifying possibility of losing the woman he loves.
---
The sterile smell of the hospital was suffocating. Katsuki paced the hallway like a caged animal, fists clenched, the roar of his heart louder than any explosion he'd ever caused. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios.
You'd gone into labor earlier than expected. Everything had seemed fine—until it wasn’t.
“She’s not dilating properly. We may need to perform an emergency C-section,” the doctor had said, face tight with concern.
Bakugo had never felt this powerless. Not during the toughest missions, not even when he'd nearly died. Nothing compared to this: waiting, helpless, as the woman he loved fought for her life behind closed doors.
“Bakugo-san?”
His head snapped up. A nurse stood in front of him, eyes gentle but serious.
“She’s still in surgery. There were complications with the placenta… she's lost a lot of blood, but we’re doing everything we can.”
He didn’t respond at first. Just stared. Then, he nodded, jaw clenched so tight it ached.
"She’s strong," he muttered under his breath. "Damn strong."
Time lost meaning.
Finally, hours later, they let him in. You were pale, hooked up to machines, a faint beep echoing in the room. But your chest was rising. You were breathing. Alive.
And in a tiny bassinet nearby—a small, wriggling bundle with a shock of your hair and his eyes.
Katsuki stood frozen for a moment, looking at both of you.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he whispered as he sat beside your bed, gently taking your hand. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Your eyelids fluttered open, weak but there.
“Katsuki…”
“Yeah. I’m here. We’re okay. You're okay.”
He brought your hand to his lips, letting the tears fall freely now. You’d made it. Barely. But you’d made it.
And so had your family.
---
---
The hospital room was quieter now, filled with only soft beeping and the occasional squeak from the baby in the bassinet. You were still sleeping, recovering from the blood loss and surgery. Bakugo hadn’t moved from your side.
Except when the baby cried.
It startled him at first—the small, angry wail from something so tiny. Katsuki looked down at the bundle with wide eyes.
“Tch… what the hell do you want now?” he muttered, reaching into the bassinet with the same care he’d handle a bomb.
He picked the baby up, awkwardly at first, cradling her against his chest. She was so warm. So fragile. It made his heart squeeze in ways he didn’t expect.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you,” he grumbled, though his voice was much softer than usual. “You better not get used to cryin’ just to get picked up.”
She kept crying.
“…Okay, maybe you’re hungry or somethin’. I dunno. No one gave me a damn manual on how to be a dad.” He glanced toward the sleeping figure of you, lips pressed tightly. “You’d know what to do. You always know.”
Eventually, with the help of a nurse, he fed her. Clumsily. Stubbornly. But he did it. And when she stopped crying and fell asleep in his arms, something clicked.
He sat back down in the chair beside your bed, holding the baby on his chest now, wrapped in soft blankets. His eyes drifted to you—still pale, but breathing easier. More color in your cheeks.
"You almost left me, dumbass," he whispered. "Don’t ever scare me like that again."
The baby shifted in his arms, letting out a little sigh. Bakugo looked down at her.
“…She’s got your nose. And my shitty attitude, probably.”
He gently touched your hand again, threading his fingers through yours.
“I’m gonna take care of her. And you. Even if I screw it up sometimes. Just… don’t leave me to do it alone.”
As if you heard him, your fingers twitched. Your eyelids fluttered open again, hazy but awake.
“Katsuki…?”
He exhaled sharply. Relief, love, guilt, everything hit at once.
“Yeah. I got her. I got both of you.”
---
---
The apartment was warmer than you remembered. Maybe it was the spring sun filtering through the windows. Or maybe it was the tiny presence sleeping in the bassinet, just a few feet away.
You were finally home.
Moving hurt. Breathing still felt heavy sometimes. But Katsuki never left your side. Not once.
He held your hand as you walked slowly to the couch, gently helping you sit down, fluffing pillows behind your back like he’d done it a thousand times before—even if his ears turned red while doing it.
“You good?” he asked, kneeling in front of you. His eyes scanned your face like he was still checking for danger.
You nodded, smiling softly. “I’m okay.”
“You better be.” His voice was gruff, but his thumb brushed your knee gently. “Scared the hell outta me, y’know.”
“I know.”
He didn’t say it, but you could see it in his eyes—he had cried. Maybe more than once. You reached out and ran your fingers through his messy blond hair.
Then a little noise came from the bassinet. A squeak, then a full-blown wail.
“Shit,” he muttered, standing up fast. “I got her, I got her.”
You watched him scoop her up with more confidence than a few days ago. He didn’t look scared now. Just tired. But in love.
Katsuki rocked her gently, pacing around the living room with her tucked against his shoulder.
“I just changed you,” he muttered under his breath. “Can’t be that again. You hungry? You got my appetite, huh?”
You laughed softly. “She probably does.”
He glanced over, and something flickered in his expression—something raw, unspoken.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted. “With her. With you. But I’m trying. Every second.”
You blinked through sudden tears. “You’re doing amazing.”
Katsuki sat beside you with the baby, his arm sliding around your back so you could lean against him. She was quiet now, snuggled against his chest, tiny fingers curled into his shirt.
“She’s got your fire,” you whispered.
“Damn right she does,” he said. “You made her strong. Just like you.”
And in that moment, sitting on the couch in your little apartment, wrapped in each other’s warmth and the soft sounds of your new daughter breathing between you—everything felt right.
Not perfect. But real.
And real was enough.
---
Requested by anonymous♡
A/n Really sorry if this isn't up to expectations😞 I tried my best also I'm so sorry for the late update!
"No More Games"
It was a typical afternoon at U.A. High School, and you were sitting in the classroom, mindlessly fiddling with a pencil as you waited for the next lesson to start. The usual chatter filled the room, but you were more focused on your own thoughts, distracted by the upcoming training session later that afternoon.
You didn’t notice at first, but someone was staring at you.
Katsuki Bakugo.
He was sitting at his desk across from yours, a scowl on his face, but his eyes were glued to you. You could feel his gaze, sharp and intense, but you didn’t think too much of it. Bakugo always looked like he was glaring at something or someone, so it wasn’t unusual. You were used to it by now.
The seconds stretched into minutes, and you glanced up, finally catching his stare. His eyes quickly darted away, his face flushing red, and he grumbled something under his breath. You just shrugged and went back to your thoughts, too oblivious to pick up on what was happening.
This wasn’t the first time Bakugo had acted strangely around you. Lately, you had noticed little things—like how he always seemed to be standing near you in training, or how he’d shoot sharp glances your way when he thought you weren’t looking. But it wasn’t like he was the easiest person to figure out. He was always so… Bakugo. Intense, fiery, and more than a little hard to read.
But something had changed in the past few weeks. It wasn’t just the stares or the little moments where you could have sworn his hand brushed against yours accidentally—no, there was something deeper to it. You just couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
And Bakugo? Well, he wasn’t one to express his feelings easily. In fact, he usually kept his distance from most people, especially when it came to emotions. But when it came to you... it was like he couldn’t help himself.
He’d gotten a little more... aggressive lately, in a way that wasn’t just his usual fiery attitude. He’d challenge you in training more, or mock you a little more than usual, but the way his eyes lingered on you made something deep in your chest tighten. Still, you pushed the thought away, thinking maybe you were imagining things.
It wasn’t until after class that things finally reached a boiling point.
You were walking down the hall, heading toward the dorms when you heard a voice calling your name.
“Oi! Y/N!”
You turned around and saw Bakugo striding toward you, his hands shoved in his pockets, his posture tense as usual.
“Yeah?” you said, giving him a curious look.
He came to a halt in front of you, his eyes narrowing. “Quit being an idiot.”
You blinked. “What?”
“I’ve been trying to make this damn obvious, and you’re still not getting it,” he snapped, his voice growing a little louder as his frustration began to show.
You raised an eyebrow, completely clueless. “Make what obvious?”
Bakugo growled, his fists tightening as if he was struggling to contain himself. “God, you’re so damn dumb!” His face was flushed with frustration, his usual scowl deepening. “I like you, okay?”
You stared at him, your mind stuttering. "What?"
He groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I’ve been trying to tell you, but you’re so damn oblivious. I like you, alright? I’ve liked you for a while now. Why do you think I’m always around you?"
For a moment, there was complete silence. You blinked, unsure if you had heard him right. Did Bakugo—Bakugo—just say that he liked you?
“No way…” you whispered to yourself, still processing.
“Are you seriously that thick?” he grumbled, his voice losing its usual intensity, but you could still hear the embarrassment underneath. “What do I have to do, huh? Set off a damn explosion just to get your attention?!”
You felt your heart race, suddenly realizing all the little signs you had missed—his presence always lingering near you, his stares, his teasing. And now, the confession you had never expected to come from him.
“I... I didn’t realize,” you admitted, your voice quiet as you took in the new information. “You never really said anything, and you’re always... well, Bakugo.”
“Yeah, I get it, alright?” he said, his hands coming up to tug at his hair in frustration. “I’m not good at this crap. I don’t do feelings or whatever, but you’ve been pissing me off because you don’t get it.”
You blinked a couple of times, still feeling the weight of his words hanging in the air. “So, you like me?” you repeated, just to make sure you understood.
“Yeah, I said it already, didn’t I?” Bakugo muttered, his face turning even redder, his hands crossing over his chest. “Damn, I’m not some idiot who can’t make himself clear. I like you. Are you happy now?”
You took a step closer, suddenly feeling bolder now that you knew what was going on. “Well, it’s about time you said something,” you teased, smiling at him.
Bakugo, clearly trying to hide his own embarrassment, scoffed. “I don’t need your damn pity smile,” he said gruffly, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—hope, maybe?
You tilted your head, considering for a moment. “I guess I don’t mind you being around. I think I like you too.”
Bakugo froze, staring at you as if he hadn’t expected you to actually say it. His eyes widened slightly, and for the first time in forever, he seemed lost for words.
“Wait... what?” he asked, clearly caught off guard.
You chuckled at his reaction. “I think I like you too, Bakugo. But next time, try not to be so dramatic about it, okay?”
He grunted, his face turning red again. “Tch, whatever. Don’t make a big deal out of it, alright?”
But despite his words, he couldn’t help but smile just a little as he turned away, his steps a little lighter.
You stood there, watching him go, a smile tugging at your lips. You had no idea how things were going to go from here, but for the first time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—Bakugo wasn’t as hard to read as you thought.
A/n this was requested by @princeasimdiya12 so many months ago🫡
I'm really sorry about this being so late! School got too much and this just laid in my drafts, but anyways i hope you'II like this fanfiction. I'm not used to get request but i tried my best:)
It's a while since I watched mha so please correct me if I'm wrong:)
Really sorry if this isn't what you imagined!
Not proofread
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"Heroes in the Making"
It was a bright afternoon in the small, quiet neighborhood where Izuku Midoriya and Eijiro Kirishima grew up. The two boys were sprawled out in Izuku’s backyard, surrounded by scraps of paper, action figures, and a well-worn notebook where Izuku had meticulously drawn all the heroes he admired. It was a weekly ritual — one that had been going on since they were little.
"Man, I can’t believe how cool All Might is!" Kirishima grinned, holding up an action figure of the symbol of peace. He loved the figure, with its rugged muscles and vibrant red cape, as if it held the power to take on the world.
Izuku nodded enthusiastically, his emerald eyes sparkling behind his glasses. “Yeah, he’s the best! He doesn’t just save people; he inspires them too. He’s always so positive, no matter how tough things get.” Izuku’s voice softened, reflecting a deep admiration for the number one hero. “I want to be like him, Kirishima. I want to be someone who can protect people, just like All Might.”
Kirishima looked over at his friend with a smile. “I know you will, man. You’ve always been strong, even if you don’t have a flashy quirk.” He elbowed Izuku lightly, a teasing grin on his face. “You’ve got that ‘inner strength’ thing, right?”
Izuku’s face flushed. He had always admired Kirishima’s unshakable confidence, something Izuku sometimes struggled to find within himself. “I… I hope so. But I’ll never be like him. I’m just… not good enough.”
“Dude, stop that!” Kirishima exclaimed, sitting up. “You’ve always been there for me. Remember when we were kids, and those bullies were picking on me for having such a ‘girly’ quirk? You stood up for me.”
Izuku’s face softened at the memory. It had been back in elementary school, when Kirishima’s quirk had manifested. It was a little embarrassing at first, because his body hardened like rock, but with a pinkish hue that made him look almost delicate. The bullies made fun of him, calling him weak or making fun of his "weak" and "simple" quirk
But Izuku had never thought of him as anything less than strong. When the bullies cornered Kirishima one day, it was Izuku who stood between him and their cruel words, despite his own nerves. He might not have had the physical strength to fight, but he had the courage to stand up for his friend. “Leave him alone,” he had shouted, voice shaking but determined.
Kirishima had grinned that day, as always. He never got upset about what people said, but he appreciated that Izuku was always there to protect him, to remind him that he was worth defending. From then on, the two had been inseparable.
“I’m glad you were there,” Kirishima said, his tone sincere, as he lightly punched Izuku’s shoulder. “I don’t know if I could’ve handled it without you. It’s like we’ve always had each other’s backs, you know?”
Izuku nodded, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He couldn’t imagine a better friend. “I guess we’ve always been heroes for each other. But I want to be the kind of hero who can protect everyone, not just you.”
Kirishima smiled, leaning back against the grass, hands behind his head. “And you will be. You’ve got the heart for it, man. You just gotta believe in yourself more.”
They both fell into a comfortable silence for a while, watching the clouds drift lazily across the sky, dreaming of the future. The future where they would both attend U.A. High School, where heroes were made.
It wasn’t long before their dreams became reality.
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Years later, Izuku and Kirishima stood side by side at the gates of U.A., both of them feeling a little nervous but excited. They had made it.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” Kirishima said, his voice a little shaky despite his usual bravado. “We’re gonna be real heroes now.”
Izuku grinned, the nerves in his own voice giving way to determination. “Yeah. I mean, it’s going to be tough, but we’ll make it through. We’ve always had each other’s backs.”
Kirishima looked at him, his expression softening. “Always.”
The two of them walked together through the gates of U.A., knowing that their friendship and shared dream would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead. And maybe one day, they’d both be heroes, just like the ones they had always admired. But for now, they were just two childhood friends, eager to take the first steps toward their futures — together.
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End
Random Crossover Idea
(This is from one of my books on Wattpad. My user is @Bananapiller)
What if Team RWBY was sent to the BNHA Universe? What if Class 1-A and Team RWBY teamed up to defeat All For One and Salem?
How would Aizawa react to more problem children? How would Ozpin react to one of the most powerful teams at Beacon disappearing mysteriously?
What will Nedzu do? How will 1-A react? How would they treat Team RWBY?
I legitimately wonder how this would work, like would their semblances become quirks? How would the UA students react to the different technology from the RWBY universe?
Happy Birthday!
So sorry for not posting, guys! But how could I ever forget my sweetheart Tomus birthday?! ^_^
Before, Tomura wouldn't celebrate his birthday, but when you came into the League...you changed that. He loved it because you'd pamper him and this year...you gave him a real treat.
What are you now...? Fuck if he knew! But he knew he wanted you.
He woke up, expecting a nice breakfast already, and he went out to the kitchen, seeing just that.
The day went amazingly for him, and the night came along...you had never done this before, honestly, Dabi dared you to do this. But, you didn't know how much you'd like it!
You went into his room, him playing games and still eating a slice of his cake, he spun his chair around to face you, "Oh, hey Y/N." He muted his mic, "Thank you for everything, dude, you spoil me- I-I don't know how to thank you.." He was oddly...sweet? "It's really no problem, Tomura." You replied. "I feel like you deserve something back, Y/N. Really. Ever since you've came along, you've spoiled me to death, it kinda pisses me off because I can't even remember your birthday!" He half-joked, laughing a bit but he still looked at you with gratefulness. "Well...maybe you could repay me now." You said in a sultry tone, hoping he'd catch the hint-- newsflash...he didn't. "What do you mean?" He tilted his head...ugh, dumbass! "You know..." You smirked, climbing on his lap and then you felt him become hard, his eyes widened as he realized but then he smirked a little. "Mm...I like the sound of that..." He grunted, eyeing up your cleavage and grabbing your waist.
You honestly don't remember what happened next, you just remember being slammed against the bed, railed with an amazing dick and then getting zero aftercare, you just watched him play games for the rest of the night. Happy Birthday...Tomura.
𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Y/N finds out Mirko's big secret...
Y/N and Mirko were kinda close, Y/N was starting off as a pro hero since they were related to Midnight, you two were cousins, and Midnight introduced you to Mirko!
One day...you went over to your cousins house, and you two were having a nice talk, until she asked you to order Mirko to do something, you didn't know they were roommates! You didn't have the courage to say no to your cousin you loved dearly, so you obliged, she told you Mirko was in the shower so you peeked through the bathroom door, you didn't know that she was...out of the shower?!
You didn't know where to look first, her stunning face, large tits, toned abs, her ass, her di- wait...she has a dick?! "No way!- Mirko was a futanari?!" You wondered, quickly shutting the door and sitting on the couch awkwardly.
Midnight: "Y/N, what the hell?" You: "I'll ask when she comes out- i-it was just awkward!" You made an excuse quickly, and Midnight shrugged it off.
A few minutes later, Mirko walked out and smirked at you, she was dressed now...but you could see the outline of her dick in her thin pajama pants, it's clear Midnight didn't see though. You were interrupted from your thoughts with Mirko speaking: "Hey, Y/N, follow me for a sec." You: "Uhm- yes ma'am!" You sputtered, getting up and following her lead, all the sudden you were in her bedroom? In the midst of this, Midnight was screaming at the TV. You were going to speak again, but Mirko pins you against her bed. Mirko: "So...you know my secret, eh? Are you proud?" You: "I wasn't peeking purposely!- Midnight told me to tell you to-" She cut you off... Mirko: "Shhh...so much blabbering." She jokes- or was it a joke? You didn't know, and you couldn't think about it because Mirko took out her fat dick and was rubbing it on your thigh...you were wearing shorts, her tip slipped under the pants leg, rubbing against the edge of your thin, flimsy panties, "Want me to fuck you...?" She whispered, her hands running down your sides, you quickly nodded, next thing you knew, you were being thrown on her bed.
𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽！𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 (/ _ ; ) 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋：𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗂 （𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌） ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ₊⊹ 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 + 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾！ 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌， 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！🌟
𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗁𝖺 𝗈𝖼 ⋆˙⟡ ◞ ! 𝖽𝗇𝗂 𝗂𝖿 𝗎 𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾！ദി(˵ ̶̤́ ᴗ ̶̤̀ ˵ ) ✧
𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾：𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗆𝗈𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾：𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝖺𝗀𝖾：𝟤𝟪 ，𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋：𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗆 （𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅），𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗌：𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 ，𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝟥 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌，𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼！（𝗉𝗌．𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗁𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼，𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝖼！🫰）
𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍：𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗄𝗈，𝗄𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 𝗁𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂 （𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾），𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗂 （𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌），𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺，𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗂，𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗂，𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗄𝗈（𝗆𝗋．𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌），𝗃𝗂𝗇 （𝗍𝗐𝗂𝖼𝖾）𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋！ 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾：𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗈 𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖺 （𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖺’𝗌 𝗀𝖿！） 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌：𝖾𝗆𝗂 （𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈）
𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄：𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒，𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 （𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾）𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾，𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆． 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌：𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾，𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆， 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 （𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄），𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 （𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒），𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾；𝗌𝗁𝖾／𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 － 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆，𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍／𝖿𝗅𝗒！ 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌： 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋，𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆，𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀，𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 （𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀），𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅．
꒰ ྀི 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ! ⁽ ྀི𓏼´ ᩳ `𓏼⁾
𝗁𝗂𝗂𝗂！ 𝗂𝗆 𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗂，𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗎𝗆𝗂 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗎𝗒𝗎！(..◜ᴗ◝..) 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦／𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺，𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾！（𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗅）
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𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇／𝗃𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗌，𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌！ 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅，𝗁𝗎𝗁？ཻུ۪۪♡
𓏲𝄢 𝗂 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌 （𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺）𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅，𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗑𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨：𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗐𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌， 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍— 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽）？）， 𝖺𝗇𝖽， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗒𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 "𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼" 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌， 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌， 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌， 𝖾𝗍𝖼．
𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 + 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋🫧 ︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀︀ ¡s︎ǝı̣ʇo︎o︎ɯ p︎ǝǝu︎ ı̣
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ⋆˚࿔ 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤-𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣, 𝙠𝙤𝙠𝙤𝙧𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙖, 𝙛𝙪𝙮𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙞, 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙖, 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙞, 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚, 222, 𝙠𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙞 𝙝𝙞𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞, 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙤, 𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪
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❺ 𝖿𝖺𝗏 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌：𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋，𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋，𝖽𝗈𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗂，𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗌𝗁𝖺 𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺，𝗋𝗂𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺，𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇．♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚ ❸ 𝖿𝖺𝗏 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌：𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗓，𝗆𝗌𝗂，𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗋． ❺ 𝗄𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗌：𝗍𝗐𝗂𝖼𝖾，𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌，𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗆，𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺，𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌
❺ 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌：𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒，𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗌，𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽，𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾，𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ⊹₊⟡⋆ ❸ 𝗍𝗏 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌：𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖺，𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌，𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 ❸ 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖾：𝗆𝗁𝖺，𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖺，𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋
❺ 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌： 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗌 𝟥+𝟦，𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋，𝗄𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗒，𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗉𝖺，𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗑
❺ 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌：𝖼𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗂𝖾，𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌，𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒，𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗉，𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
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𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭: @princesayumi4k ఌ Note for Mimi: Thank you for taking the idea that Dabi would burn his handprint(s) into you. I love when people do this, and no worries, you don't have to give credits! ♡︎
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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈: ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ I think his preference(s) would depend on his mood, but as I said in my headcanons for Shigaraki post, he'd love his lovers tits or waist, since waist is not an option, I'd say tits, he'd love to fondle them, hold them, kiss them, lick them, maybe suck on them or make you give him a titjob. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄...I feel like he and you'd be laying in bed together, skin to skin, he'd act all innocent, but of course, it's Tomura. He'd sit there and then start gently rubbing around your nipple, almost in a comforting way, and he'd get on top of you, you thought he'd ask for a titjob, but he just peppered kisses on your chest and he'd even flick his tongue out when he got closer to your nipple. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀
𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈:⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ He'd love your ass, without even thinking— the answer is ass. He'd smack it, eat it, fuck it, and his favorite...he'd burn his handprints into it, and above, on your lower back.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ (𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋...) He loves when you're on your period (sometimes), because he can fuck you in two other holes— he likes fucking your ass more though, it's really tight— so he says.
𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀:⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ I know some people may disagree, but this man loves thighs, he'd have a long day at work and want to be choked by them, lay in them like a pillow, maybe even give them hickies— if he's not that exhausted. Either way, it will end up in him plowing you, so it wouldn't matter.
𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎: ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ You mean to tell me some of you look at this man and say he's not an ass guy? He is the ass guy. He'd be leaning towards Dabi a bit, loving to fuck your ass and eat it, but he'd probably enjoy smacking it more than those two— or anything else.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄: You and Bakugo would be in training, and of course, just one word I'll say; flexibility. He'd see you turn around for a millisecond and stop talking to whoever (if he was even talking to someone) and just stare at your ass, after training he'd pin you down, your backside facing him, he'd smack your ass so hard that it burned like hell, growling about how hot you looked all training. But you knew damn well you looked like a sweaty mess.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀
𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐒: If you were to ask him this question (or anyone else), he probably would take hours to choose. But his final decision would probably be your tits, loving to see them jiggle when you were battling, when you were bouncing on his cock, and he loved squishing his face in them when you two were alone, he'd act like a baby who craved its mothers milk.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍: He's likely the kinkiest character in MHA, so just a warning, this will be a...strange one.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ He'd say ass, he'd love it like Dabi, but his favorite thing would be basically shoving his tongue in your ass— there, I said it. He'd love eating your ass, no matter how disgusting that sounds, he'd genuinely eat it. And then he'd shove his girthy dick inside after, using his spit as lube for his dick.
𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈: Tits, 100% tits, titties, boobs, boobies, manhandles, breasts— whatever you call them— he loves them. If you can think of anything that has to do with tits and sex, you and him have done it. With his quirk, it gets interesting, he'd shock your nipples and sometimes it gets dangerous, but it's kind of exciting, in a way.
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Boyfriend! Izuku is tenderness personified. He's attentive to the smallest details, always listening to what you like, what makes you smile, even when you don't say anything. He remembers everything. Even what you thought you said in passing. He jots it down somewhere, in a small corner of his mind, to remember it later.
Boyfriend! Izuku loves giving you little gifts. They're never extravagant things. They're presents with real meaning. Small things, but they shine with thoughtfulness and love for you.
Boyfriend! Izuku also likes writing you letters. Letters full of beautiful, well-written words because he wants every sentence to be perfect. He draws clumsy little hearts, but so cute. He puts everything he feels for you into them; you can't help but shed a little tear while reading them.
Boyfriend! Izuku also creates things just for you. Paper flowers, often tulips in your favorite color, carefully folded during his rare moments of rest. He offers them to you, embarrassed but proud, hoping it will make you smile.
Boyfriend! Izuku blushes when you kiss his cheek in thanks. He looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, because you are. Even when you're at your worst.
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Izuku Midoriya is the sweetest boyfriend you've ever had. He listens to you, supports you, reassures you, understands you, cherishes you, loves you. He's so cute.
Izuku Midoriya listens to you when you feel bad about yourself or when you have personal or professional problems and gives you the best advice he can give you.
Izuku Midoriya enthusiastically supports you when you have a new project or a new ambition. He wants you to succeed in your life.
Izuku Midoriya understands you when you want to be alone to think or when you're going through a difficult time and makes you understand that if you need him, he's there.
Izuku Midoriya reassures you when your insecurities take over your life and threaten to destroy your beautiful heart.
Izuku Midoriya cherishes you as much as he can. He gives you smiles so sincere that your heart melts, prepares your favorite dish when you have a low morale or kisses you gently to soothe you.
Izuku Midoriya loves you and even more when you spend time together even the simplest. The smiles, the small gestures, the sweet words, and the kisses that you give him, melt him.
Izuku Midoriya is madly in love with you as you are madly in love with him.
Izuku Midoriya is the number 1 hero and your hero.
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