Songs of notes for the purest of hearts

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Reader 

Genre: Angst and fluff of over 3k words holy shit this sure got out of hand

A/N: I am beyond excited to share, what I dare say is, my current best piece with you! I even teared up a couple of times while writing it! Anon requested a scenario in which the reader is jealous of Todoroki and Momo. What I love the most about it is writing not just the blooming of a relationship, but the flourishment of a true friendship as well! I am hoping with my whole heart that you guys love this as much as I did writing it!

Reader always leaves notes with kind messages in Todoroki’s shoe locker, silently pining for him. But bottling up your emotions is never a good thing and during class, her emotions reach a peak. The reason for it is how inferior she feels to Momo, who is always by his side. The deputy class representative being the amazing person she is, takes care of the reader and helps her confess to Todoroki.

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When a relationship between two people starts receiving all kinds of definitions, you know it’s bad. In the case of Todoroki Shouto and Yaoyorozu Momo, these definitions were:

(1)   Power couple – a couple made up of the best male and female students, both recommended to arguably the most prestigious hero school in Japan.

(2)   Adorable couple – no confirmed definition except the general fact that Todoroki and Yaoyorozu would look adorable together.

(3)   Equal couple – they each had something to admire in the other and have achieved something near impossible – the ability of two so different, so powerful and magnificent people to stand on equal ground.

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“F*CKING KLUTZ”

anonymous: Overhaul,Tomaru and Dabi reaction hc to seeing their s/o coming back home/wherever with a broken arm. S/o is naturally clumsy so this isnt the first time they came back injure please

authors note: overhaul’s is a little ooc since we know he wouldn’t let you out of the hideout whatsoever without him but let’s play pretend okay that’s what hc’s are for

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city lights lay out before us [1] (Dabi X Reader)

A/N: Okay so i’ve planned out a lil bit of this series but i still have no idea what i want the ending to be so let’s just see where this takes us HAHAH

also! i’m gonna post this series on my AO3 account too @ https://archiveofourown.org/users/aizawamirite/profile so look out for this fic there if you want :D

No. of words: 2018

PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10 || PART 11

You weren’t expecting any more clients that night so it was a bit of a surprise to see one of your regulars waiting for you when you returned home from some last minute grocery shopping. Dabi sat on your couch, slightly hunched over with a hand pressed against his side, in the darkness of your small apartment. His face was barely illuminated by the dull moonlight that shone through your window, his breathing was heavy enough that you could hear it from where you stood at the front door.

“Did you make an appointment?” You teased humourlessly as you dropped your bag of miscellaneous groceries on the floor, making a mental note to ask Dabi to help you put them away later. The young man huffed and his stunning blue eyes glanced your way. They almost seemed to glow.

“C’mon,” he murmured breathlessly, “do your favourite patient a favour and help me out here.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you replied dismissively before disappearing into your bedroom only to reappear with a bag that Dabi had grown familiar with over time. You opened it and began pulling out various medical supplies, placing them neatly on the coffee table in front of him. “You know the drill, pretty boy,” you said whilst putting on a surgical mask, “lay down.”

He complied and inhaled sharply when his movements proved too much for his wound to handle. Forehead slick with a thin layer of sweat, Dabi turned his head so that he could watch you at work— something he never got tired of doing. Your pupils began to constrict and your eyes widened as you scanned his body before reaching out to gently peel his torn, blood-soaked shirt off his torso. In the midst of wondering what you could see, Dabi hissed, caught off guard by the sudden contact you made with his wound.

“Sorry,” you whispered, a phrase that he knew held no value or sincerity every time you worked. It was simply something you said out of instinct.

Then, your palm began to glow a dull red before you laid it directly over his bleeding wound. Dabi felt the familiar sensation of a strange coolness wash over him as the sharp pain drained away in an instant; he also noticed how your own face began to contort in discomfort as the sounds of his heavy breathing were replaced with your own shaky breaths.

He’d known you for years now but still didn’t understand how your healing Quirk worked. You never told him and after a while, he stopped trying to find out. All he knew was that every time you did use it, you would come out of it looking like you were in varying degrees of pain or discomfort, depending on the severity of the injury.

This time, when you were done, you were sweaty and your eyelids drooped as if you were on the verge of passing out. Your body swayed back and forth slightly and Dabi’s arm reached out before he could think, his hand grabbing the back of your head. He winced at the sudden movement, anticipating a sharp pain to shoot through his abdomen but it didn’t. He glanced down at where he had been stabbed almost an hour ago only to find a patch of fresh, intact skin in its place.

“Thanks,” Dabi said, still supporting your exhausted form. “Had a lot of clients today?” He guessed, knowing that a simple stab wound wasn’t capable of draining that much energy out of you.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, ripping the surgical mask off your face and tossing it in the general direction of your bin. It missed, having bounced out of the pile of other bloodied bandages and broken surgical tools that had formed within. “I think I had… twelve?”

He whistled in response, surprised you didn’t kick him out of your home the moment you saw him. Dabi had seen you reject patients before, why had this time been different?

“Carry me to bed, will you?” You asked, holding your arms out in front of you, already prepared for him to abide by your request. He did but not without a quick roll of his eyes and a snarky comment you failed to catch since you were too busy trying not to fall asleep— especially when you were in his arms; his warm embrace a wonderful shield from the cold night air.

Dabi carried you to your room effortlessly especially since he was now injury-free. He felt your fingers grip weakly at his jacket as you leaned into him, almost nuzzling your face into his chest.

After he laid you gently on your bed, he made his way to your bathroom and brought back a moist towel. He had been at your place so many times, he found himself moving without even thinking, already comfortably familiar with the small apartment’s layout.

“Here,” Dabi mumbled before tossing the cloth on your face. You groaned in annoyance but used it to clean your sweat-covered skin anyway, releasing a sigh of relief at the comfort such a simple action brought you. As you continued rubbing the towel up and down your face, you felt the bed sink as Dabi crawled beside you. There wasn’t much space but neither of your minded, you’d been friends for too long to mind such petty things.

“Just because I gave you a spare key,” you peeled the cloth off your face and tossed it onto your bedside table, “doesn’t mean you’re welcome to stay, y’know?”

Dabi snorted, turning his head so that his eyes met yours. You felt a familiar pang in your chest, wondering— yet again— how it was humanly possible for his eyes to be of such a magnificent shade. For some reason you could not fathom, his eyes entranced you deeply from the second you met him; it was strange… looking at them always provided you with a weird sense of… familiarity, somehow.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Your silence was a good enough answer as any.

The next minute passed in silence as both of you maintained eye contact. Your own eyelids threatened to flutter closed several times but a part of you wanted to stay awake longer for reasons you were too tired to think of. You lifted your arm and reached over, fingers idly brushing at the surgical staples embedded in his skin.

“Need me to change any of them?” You asked, voice coming out softer than you’d have liked.

“No, they’re fine for now,” Dabi replied, feeling goosebumps form on his skin as you continued admiring your handiwork. You were the only person he allowed to touch him that way, it was only fair after all.

“How was your day?” You asked out of the blue, cringing internally at how weirdly domestic it sounded. “Other than… y’know.” You pulled your hand away, arm already tired, unaware of the way he furrowed his eyebrows when you did.

“It’s been… eventful,” he answered, shifting his body and folding his arms behind his head so that he rested his head on them. You wondered— since his eyes were now staring up at the ceiling— if he could see you admiring his side profile. “Giran got back to me and brought to me to meet a man-child called Shigaraki Tomura or somethin’ like that.”

“The name rings a bell,” you interjected.

“Yeah, he has this group called ‘The League of Villains’,” Dabi continued, “Stain was with them before he got arrested… They don’t seem serious, though, so—“

You hummed in response, unintentionally tuning out his words. You’d wanted to ask why he had this sudden interest in joining a group but the moment he mentioned Stain, you’d gotten your answer. You couldn’t pinpoint when but he’d been following the actions of the Hero Killer closely for a long time now; whenever he visited— randomly let himself in, rather— without any injuries, you knew he was here just to share with you whatever new crime Stain committed. Sometimes you listened, sometimes you simply hummed whenever he paused.

This time was the latter. Your head was too fuzzy from your excessive Quirk use today so all the words that escaped his lips seemed to mix together into a strange conglomeration of nothing. You always liked to watch him when he talked about Stain’s ideology, though. Whenever he did, his face would light up with some form of passion and then he would finally look like the young man he was— and not the tired, stoic Villain he, and many others, had to be to survive.

“Hey, wait,” you suddenly interrupted Dabi’s speech, patting his arm, “could you get me my phone?”

“Why?”

“I just need it.” You clicked your tongue.

“Where is it?”

“Living room,” you replied, slinging an arm over your eyes, signalling the end of the exchange in which Dabi had to comply with your simple request. He normally wasn’t one to do things for people but with you, he never minded since it was the least he could do.

He rolled off the rather cramped mattress and shuffled out of the room, his eyes scanning the vicinity for your smartphone. Dabi spotted the medical supplies you had used earlier and made a mental note to clean them up after you’d fallen asleep; he glanced over at the groceries and decided he would make an effort to put those away, too.

After a few minutes of searching, Dabi decided to give up but before he could return to your room, the sound of something vibrating caught his attention. He followed the noise and eventually located your phone underneath your couch. He fished it out and glanced at the caller ID on the screen.

Giran?

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Dabi called out as he waltzed back into your bedroom, “what’s the old guy wanna do with y—“ He shut his mouth instantly when he realised you’d fallen asleep with your arm still half-covering your face.

Dabi scratched the back of his neck before hitting the decline button, deciding that he could just tell you about the call tomorrow morning but alas, before he could even turn the device off, Giran called once again.

What the fuck’s so important? He wondered, glancing between your sleeping form and the phone vibrating in his hand.

We’re close enough, right?

After another moment of consideration, Dabi pressed the answer button.

“Hey, (L/N)-san!” Giran exclaimed from the other end with the faint chattering of people in the background. “I’ve got an offer for you—“

“Leave a text or somethin’, man,” Dabi scoffed, “who even calls these days?”

“… Dabi? Why the fuck are you picking up (L/N)-san’s phone? Did you steal—“

“Of course not, dumbass.” Dabi clicked his tongue. “I needed (Y/N)’s he—“

“Ooh, on a first-name basis are we? Never thought you were her type—“

Rolling his eyes, Dabi deadpanned, “I’m hanging up.”

“Wait! This is important! Remember Shigaraki Tomura from earlier? He said the League’ll accept your application, by the way—“

“What the fuck does this have to do with (Y/N)?”

“Calm down, I’m getting there!” Giran barked. “He said he wants a healer on the team and (L/N)’s the best in the underworld, as I’m sure you already know… Where is she anyway?”

Dabi took a glimpse at your comatose-like state and decided against waking you up. Giran and Shigaraki Tomura could wait.

“Asleep,” he answered, already preparing to end the call, “I’ll relay your message.”

“Thank—“

Dabi hung up. He quickly turned off your phone before anyone else could call before placing it on your bedside table.

You stirred ever so slightly when one side of the bed dipped but you returned to your peaceful slumber after Dabi made himself comfortable beside you. He’d positioned himself so that he was laying on his side with his face looking in your direction. He tucked some loose locks of hair behind your ear and felt himself stiffen when the simple gesture hit him with a strong sense of déjà vu.

You’re Dumb (Kaminari x Reader)

Summary: Kaminari is known for his constant meme references, but the reader finds a way to keep them at bay... at least for a little while.

Also, I tried to make this mostly fluff! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Denki Kaminari. The man, the myth, the legend. He had the sort of crackhead energy that was purely his- no drugs involved. He might’ve been struck dumb when he overused his quirk, but you were quite positive he was verging on dumber when he was just being himself.

The amount of Vine and overall meme references that came out of this kid were unreal. If memorizing memes was a degree category, Kaminari would have had a doctorate. However, seeing as he was your best friend, you were pretty well rounded in meme culture yourself.

The idea came to you when you were lounging with the majority of Class 1A in the common area. You were showing off to Kirishima, Mina, and a reluctant Bakugou with how well you could control your water quirk. With a flick of your hand, a stream of water morphed into a loosely formed figure. It began to spin and dance around over your palm, and Mina clapped her hands in glee.

“Oh, this is so cool!! How do you do that?”

You just shrugged, “It’s taken a lot of practice, to be honest. It normally depends on how my emotions are. That’s why I can create such large tidal waves when I’m angry, and such detailed works when I’m calm.”

Bakugou let out an annoyed sound, “Oh, it’s not that cool. How is some stupid water trick going to help you in battle?”

You brushed his snide question aside as you concentrated on your water figure. You barely even noticed that a certain electric boy had entered the room until you heard the squeal of a speaker and the beginning of a familiar theme song. It sounded like Monster’s Inc...

It dawned on you at the last second. You barely had time to gasp and smack your hand over your ears before the theme song took on a blaring quality. Most students started yelling, but their voices were drowned out by the loud noise. Finally, someone unplugged the speaker and you were able to relax...just to realize that your beautiful figure had turned into a puddle.

You huffed in annoyance as Kaminari stumbled over, laughing so hard that his face had turned red.

“How...how was that for an entrance, huh?”

He let out another bark of laughter, and you reacted on instinct. The water from the puddle gathered in the air and flicked towards Kaminari’s face. He seemed a bit taken aback by the short spray of water, and that’s when your genius idea took root.

The next day, you were all packing up since the first class of the day had just finished. Kaminari ambled over to your desk, and the two of you were normally chatting until one fateful student began talking about how one of the roads was closed because of a villain attack.

“Yeah, that’s the street my favorite restaurant is on”, Sero sighed. “It’s too bad that there’s so much road work...”

That was all that needed to be said. You saw the light brighten in Kaminari’s eyes as he took a deep breath and yelled,

“ROAD WORK AHEAD? UH, YEAH! I SURE HOPE IT DO-“

On instinct, you reached into your bag, grabbed the object that you had acquired the night before, and brandished it. Before Kaminari had finished speaking, you spritzed him in the face with a fine water mist from your miniature spray bottle. Like before, he was taken aback for a few seconds.

Laughter rang throughout the room as Kirishima gasped, “Oh my god!! (L/N), you stopped him right in his tracks! Why did that work- oh my god.” He nearly fell out of his desk as more laughter overtook him. Kaminari was staring at you in confusion.

“(L/N), what was that for? Why’d you do that?”

“I’ve decided to try a new form of control for all these references you make”, you stated as you threateningly waved the bottle around. “I’ll let a few of them slide, but the more you make, the more you get sprayed. This is an intervention.”

He gave you a sad puppy look that nearly had you melting, “No! But...but my references are great! I don’t like the water sprayer!”

“Then you’ll have to be more careful with what you say!! Stay alert- because I’ll always be watching. Every meme you bring up, every Vine you quote, you better beware. My name is (Y/N) (L/N). You make too many references. Prepare to die.”

You threw the bottle back into your bag and started to walk out of the room as Kaminari wailed behind you, “BUT YOU JUST MADE A MOVIE REFERENCE! THIS ISN’T FAIR!!”

Sure enough, you stayed on your toes the entire day. Whenever you were around Kaminari, he seemed extra cautious about what he said. Even so, you had to use your water sprayer a lot more than you thought. As you expected, Kaminari started to get annoyed with the whole situation.

Of course, he looked adorable when he was annoyed. Your plan was to help limit his references, but your hidden plan was to get more of his attention. You had a slight crush on the Pikachu boy, and it was pretty obvious. You know...to everyone EXCEPT him.

Finally, when you were walking to your last class with him, it happened. You were pretty surprised that he wasn’t actively trying to avoid you and your sneak attacks. Midoriya was walking near you, and you heard a snippet of his conversation.

“All Might’s power is unparalleled. I don’t think anyone can defeat him when he can go over 100% with his super strength-“

The poor electric boy looked like he was trying so hard not to say it. He was having an inner war with himself and his crackhead energy. He stayed quiet for about two seconds before he blurted, “Shaggy could defeat him with .2% of his power.”

ffttzzzz

Your best friend still blinked in surprised at the spray of water, even though it had happened about 108 times that day. His gaze shifted to you, and suddenly he was grabbing your arm and dragging you into an empty hall. Your smirk was hard to hide; he had finally snapped.

When there was no one else around, he let go of you and pushed you towards the lockers. He frowned at you with his arms crossed over his chest- but his expression reminded you of a grumpy toddler. You tried to move out of the way, but he slammed his hand into the locker beside you to keep you in place.

“Give. Me. The. Water. Spritzer.”

You feigned innocence, “What water spritzer? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kaminari’s bright eyes seemed to crackle with electricity, “I can’t do this anymore, (L/N)! At first I thought it was for fun, but I can’t filter my comments! The meme lord in me has to be let loose!”

“I was just trying to help you!”

He huffed and poked his bottom lip out in a pout, “You’re dumb.”

“And you’re cute when you’re grumpy.”

“I’M NOT GRU- wait. Did you say I was cute?”

Your eyes widened in realization for what you’d blurted out. Instead of a witty response, your mind buffered, “Uhhhh...”

Kaminari’s expression morphed from annoyance to smugness, “Ohhh... the cat’s out of the bag, huh? Do you...I don’t know... LIKE ME?!”

You halfheartedly brought up the water sprayer, as if it would defend you from confessing your feelings, “I- um... well, I- Uhh...”

“YOU DO, DON’T YOU?! I’ve never heard you this speechless before!! Haha!”

He snatched the water sprayer out of your hand and suddenly you were the one blinking against the spray of cool mist. You didn’t know what to feel. He seemed happy to have figured it out...but did he like you back? Would he throw this in your face later or make fun of you for it?

Your face must’ve reflected what you were thinking, because Kaminari stopped attacking you with the spray bottle and leaned closer to your face. You hadn’t even realized how close he’d gotten until he was mere inches from you. His bright eyes stared straight into your (E/C) ones as he firmly stated, “Well, I hope you do, because I like you, too. I have for a long time. So, would you want to make a deal? If you stop spraying me with water, I’ll take you on a date.”

Since words failed you, you smiled and nodded. Kaminari grinned and took you by surprise by leaning in, wrapping his arms around your waist, and hugging you close as he twirled you around, “THANK GOD, I’ve been wanting to ask that for a WHILE NOW!”

You giggled in response as he finally set you down, and you were able to find your words again, “I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while now, too! I just didn’t know how to say it.”

“Go get a room!”

The two of you spun around to see Bakugou sulking down the hall towards you. He looked pissed off, as usual. Kaminari sent you a sly wink before approaching the angry boy, “Yeah, yeah. But do you know what this hallway is?”

Bakugou stopped and glared at Kaminari, who leaned closer with a Cheshire Cat grin.

“It’s free real estate.”

ftttzzzzz

Bakugou was sprayed in the face so quickly that he didn’t immediately react. Kaminari dropped the bottle, grabbed your hand, and tugged you down the hall as you ran for your lives. Explosions resounded behind you, followed by a familiar voice yelling, “KAMINARI, YOU ELECTRIC BASTARD! I’M GOING TO KILL BOTH YOU AND (L/N)!”

You didn’t mind the threat of possible death as you let out a breathless laugh. Your focus remained on the warmth of the hand holding yours, and the glee lighting up every inch of Kaminari’s face as you both ran in no particular direction. The company of each other was enough for the both of you.

I hope y’all liked it!! Kaminari’s been growing on me tbh and I think he may be one of my new favorite characters. Why, you ask? Well... I wish I freakin knew.

Don’t forget to like and comment! Love y’all! My message box is always open if you need to talk!

Reunited - Tamaki x Reader

Yeah, I’ve been quiet lately. I know.

I’m actually working on some original works at the moment that I hope to publish, that’s taking a bunch of my time and leaves me wanting to stay away from the laptop sometimes. Which sucks but oh well.

Anyway, please enjoy this Tamaki scenario that I whipped up! It’s been awhile since I last wrote for bnha properly so my writing style may have changed a little.

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The Strength of the Stars (Aizawa x teacher!reader) Part 1

Aizawa doesn’t know how to feel about one of his coworkers, especially since he thinks that she doesn’t have a quirk that’s useful enough to be a UA teacher. He doesn’t understand how hard it is to have a zodiac based quirk. He severely underestimates his coworker…until he finally sees her in action.

Warnings: None

“Aizawa!”

The pro hero sighed as he heard the energetic voice from across the break room. He answered with much less enthusiasm, “Yes, (L/N)?”

Suddenly, you were right beside him as you slung an arm around his shoulders, “Hey! How do you like your class? I know they’re on lunch break right now, so that leaves a little time to gossip about your first day, right?”

Aizawa sighed again as he shrugged your arm away, “They seem to be pretty good kids. I don’t feel the need to gossip about any of them. Their quirk apprehension test was yesterday and they have battle trials with All Might after lunch, so you can see for yourself.”

Your foot began to tap impatiently as Aizawa took a seat on one of the couches, and he wasn’t surprised when you dropped down onto the cushions beside him. The pinched look of annoyance donning your features almost seemed cute… but he brushed the thought away as quickly as it appeared.

“Listen, Aizawa, I’m just asking about your day”, you huffed. “The world wouldn’t end if you were actually polite to me for once instead of always being so sarcastic. I wish that Principal Nezu has given me a homeroom class! I think that would’ve been so much fun! It’d be like having a bunch of new children that I could take care of and encourage to follow their dreams!”

Aizawa glanced over to see that you were radiating a faint red energy, although it was invisible to most anyone other than those with a trained eye. “(L/N), you know why you weren’t given a homeroom class. You’re very unstable during the course of the year, and that wouldn’t be beneficial to the kids. Even now, you’re radiating your Aries energy.”

With widened eyes, you made a conscious effort to lower your heart rate and focus your outward energy back into your body. Sure enough, Aizawa gave you a curt nod when your projected aura disappeared from his view. Your gaze narrowed slightly as you stared at nothing, lost in your own thoughts.

Aizawa was about to leave you to your musings until he heard you mutter, “I just need a bit more practice, and then I’ll be able to gain more responsibilities at this school. I know I haven’t been teaching as long as you have, but I’m going to make my way up the ranks. I want to help these kids learn their powers and connect with the universe as I do, and even though teaching Astronomy has been a dream come true for me… I just need more, you know?”

With his back turned to you, he sighed, “I know, (Y/N). Now, don’t you have a class that you need to be teaching in… I don’t know… 5 minutes?”

And just like that, you zipped out the door and down the hallway with a quick, “thank you!” thrown over your shoulder. Aizawa would be lying if he said that he didn’t watch your retreating form, and wonder to himself for the hundredth time why he pushed you away so harshly. He almost felt bad for calling you unstable, but it was the truth that he couldn’t deny.

Your quirk allowed your emotions and mannerisms to reflect the different astrological signs at different times of the year. Since it was the second week of April, you projected a solid Aries vibe. This was when you were at your strongest and when you were most at ease with yourself, since you were born as an Aries. This meant that you embodied the confidence, enthusiasm, passion, and courage of the sign. Unfortunately, it also meant that you were impatient, impulsive, and short-tempered.

Your thoughts ran rampant as you sat at your desk and waited for Class 1B to take their seats. No one knew much you were hiding behind the mood swings and the colorful auras. There was a constant war raging inside of you that was always desperate for release, yet you held tightly to the reigns of your control. 

Your mother’s voice reverberated in your mind: My little Aries, you must be patient and accepting of the zodiacs as the year passes. Some you will mesh well with, while others will nearly tear you apart. No matter what happens, you have to stay in control. The zodiac is a powerful thing, and it does not like to be reigned in. If others find out about the immense power that you possess, they will find a way to destroy you. Therefore, it is best to keep it hidden. The strength of the stars lies within your grasp, and you are responsible for the destruction that lies in its path.

Closing your eyes against the words, you began to breathe deeply as the familiar intoxicating power began to bubble up in your chest. Some day soon, you knew that you’d have to go to a secluded spot and allow Aries to go crazy for the one time you would allow it to during that season- the time that you dubbed a “renewal” so that Nezu would understand that you weren’t skimping on your duties as a teacher. The pressure was building within you, but it hadn’t become unbearable just yet.

“Miss (L/N)? Are you feeling alright?”

Your eyes sprung open as you looked over to see a concerned student beside your desk. Your energetic smile reappeared in an instant as you smiled at the girl, “Oh, Kendo, I’m fine! You just caught me in a moment there. Go ahead and take your seat so that I can get class underway!”

The excitement that you showed on your face never quite reached your eyes when you said that, but Kendo didn’t seem to notice that your focus was elsewhere. No one would know of Aizawa’s dark gaze that always seemed to stay in your mind after you had left his presence. No one would suspect that you longed to see how the constellations  reflected in those eyes… or the emotions that swirled beneath.

The next day, you found yourself glaring daggers at the dozens of reporters that surrounded the front of the building. Aizawa stood next to you and tried to tell them to go away, but they weren’t listening. Your annoyance flared beyond a containable degree, and it didn’t help that you were due for a renewal soon, either. 

“Listen up, you bunch of nosy idiots”, you yelled. “These kids want to go to school in peace, and your intrusion is unsettling their safe learning environment! Go back to whatever hole you crawled from and leave us alone! These kids don’t deserve your unnecessary harassment! You should be ashamed-”

A hand landed on your arm and roughly dragged you through the UA High gate, which slammed shut when the reporters tried to follow you. Your impatience spiked, and you ripped your arm out of the grasp just to whirl around and see a pair of tired eyes that were trained on you. Aizawa crossed his arms and stared you down as if you were a troublesome student.

“(L/N), that was inappropriate behavior. There’s no doubt that your quick tongue might make a few headlines. That’s not what this school’s reputation needs.”

“It’s not like your words were inspiring them to leave! What did you expect me to do, huh? Stand by and do nothing?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what you should have done. It seems that all your quirk can do is make you embody the bad aspects of a zodiac season. Not to mention the fact that you keep turning into some sort of color-changing glow stick.”

Swallowing the hurt that had sprung up in your chest, you allowed your impatience to be fueled by a bit of your barely-suppressed energy. The red haze around you glowed brighter in response, “You have no idea what I’m going through. Why are we even arguing over something so dumb right now? First, you called me unstable, although I let that one slide. And now, you’re insulting me? By all means, what else do you think?”

You didn’t expect your outburst to rile up any sort of reaction from him, but you suddenly felt all of the energy drain from your body as Aizawa’s hair stood on end. His eyes glowed red as his glare intensified, “Well, I think that it’s a miracle that you were hired as a teacher here. You know, since you don’t have any sort of real power to protect the students with. In fact, it seems like you’re only good at annoying everyone around you and preaching about the zodiac signs. In the few years that I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you excel in any sort of combat. So, why did Nezu allow you to teach a science course that isn’t going to be of any help to the students later on in life?”

The Aries energy knocked you a step back as it returned to your body. Aizawa’s hair fell back over his shoulders, and he didn’t even care for your response as he stalked back into the building. It was probably a good thing, too, since your mind was drawing a complete blank. You wanted to feel angry. You wanted to march right through those doors and show him exactly why the principal had hired you in the first place.

You were the first line of defense against any attacks where property damage wasn’t an issue. You were the first to be contacted when a group of villains were spotted. It was the safety of the students that reigned you in from using your power, and it was the fact that very few people knew about it that made you so valuable.

You were UA’s secret weapon.

However, despite all this, it didn’t make the pain that you felt over Aizawa’s false claims any softer as you ambled down the hallway towards your classroom, where you’d have to play the part of an excited teacher. Opening up the door, you put on a bright face… even though you were crying on the inside.

You avoided Aizawa for the rest of the day. When the alarms went off to signal an intrusion, you were deeply annoyed by the fact that the reporters were still pushing for a story. During the faculty meeting, you stayed silent and kept your gaze away from a certain tired person. When the meeting was over, the were about to file out with everyone else until a chipper voice called out behind you.

“(L/N)! May I speak to you in private for a moment?”

You stopped in your tracks and turned to Principal Nezu as the door swung shut, leaving the two of you alone. He regarded you with a pleasant calmness that was nearly unsettling. 

“Yes, Principal?”

“With all of these recent events, I’ve noticed some tension between you and Shouta Aizawa. Is there a problem that needs to be brought to my attention?”

You bit your lip and looked away, “No sir, it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Good. Then you won’t mind if I assign you to the field trip tomorrow.”

Your surprise was blatant, “But…but I have classes to teach and things to do! They’re doing rescue training, so there’s no reason for me to be there! Isn’t Thirteen already going, anyways?”

Those beady eyes never seemed to blink, “Yes, that is correct. However, I would feel better about having you in a controlled environment. With all of this excitement, I can’t have you taking a day off for your renewal. According to my calculations, you are due to have it in the next few days. If it does occur, a wide space that is meant for destruction may be your best bet.”

“But the students-”

“You have more control over yourself than you may realize, (L/N). I know that you would never allow yourself to harm a student. Be prepared to board the buses tomorrow morning. That is all.”

You didn’t know what to think about this new chain of events, but it wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened. You could still avoid Aizawa, even though he constantly haunted your thoughts with his words and his eyes. Besides, it was only rescue training. How bad could it be?

I’ll try to update as soon as possible for Part 2! I hope y’all like it! Your feedback is always appreciated.

Unexpected pets

I just got bored while working that's literally the only reason this exists now. Anyways hope you guys like it

Warnings: swearing

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x reader, Izuku Midoriya x reader, Denki Kaminari x reader

Bakugou

- When she would go on about how precious her 'baby' was he wasn't expecting this

- He was expecting a Chihuahua or Pomeranian or some other bratty purse dog

- What he wasn't expecting was about thirty or forty pounds of muscle running up to great them

- "Is that a Pitbull?!" "Isn't he cute? His name is Rex" "Where the fuck did you get a Pitbull?!"

- It took a bit for him to get comfortable being around Rex

- He knew about the reputation that pits have so he was weary

- "I know Pitbulls don't have the best reputation but once you get to now them they're actually really sweet! Actually it's kinda like you when you think about it" "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

- He eventually warmed up to him and by that I mean he practically stole her dog

- "…" "What the hell are you staring at?" "Will I get to cuddle with you or are you just gonna hug my dog all afternoon?" "It's not my fucking fault he fell asleep on me"

Midoriya

- This is so????

- He came over for a study date and when she answered the door she had a rat on her head

- Why????

- She had to know right?

- "Um… (Yn)?" "Hmm…?" "You have a rat on your head" "Oh, I know you wanna hold her?"

- He wasn't prepared for this

- Boy didn't even know she had a pet let alone a pet rat

- How do you even hold a rat?

- Wait was it wearing a dress? They made dresses for rats?

- "S-sure, what's her name?" "Ok it's kinda dorky but her name is Peach, she has a sister named Daisy you wanna met her to? She doesn't like being carried as much so she's hanging out in the cage"

- He ends up falling in love with them both

- He does a lot of research on how to properly handle and care for rats

- Now whenever he comes over he brings a few rat safe snacks and some new enrichment items for them

- "Sometimes I think you like my rats more than me" "That's not true!" "Izuku you put Peach in your shirt pocket as soon as you saw her and gave Daisy a blueberry because you didn't want her to feel left out" "She likes it! And I don't want her to think I've picked favorites!" "Izuku you have to stop being so cute"

Kaminari

- He fell in love with him immediately ok

- "Ok when you said you had a birdie I was thinking something like one of those tiny guys that sit on your side finger" "Did you just… are you fat shaming Grey?" "That's not what I meant! He's awesome!"

- Kaminari loves it when she teaches him more about him

- It could be fun facts about African grey parrots or about Grey himself

- He thinks its really cute how enthusiastic she is when taking about her feathered friend

- "Wait he's how old!" "Twenty! I know that must sound old but as long as I take good care of he could live up to ninety!" "Holy crap!" "I know right?!"

- She made the mistake of letting him know how easy it was to teach Grey new things

- (Yn) now lives her life fearing the enviability of a meme reference made by her bird

- "Babe, Babe check this out! Here comes that-" "Denki I'm going to stop right now, if you taught my bird another meme, dead or not, I'm cutting all your hair off in your sleep" "… Never mind"

Just another Bakufam comic I forgot about for a million years before finally finishing it today… I wanted to show Masaru teaching Katsuki to be vocal about his issues with others instead of complaining behind their back!