ℙ𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦

pairing: izuku midoriya x gender-neutral!reader

warning: dance au!, aged up characters (midoriya is in his 20's), depictions of anxiety, slight angst, reader auditioned for a female role but no pronouns are given to them.

w/c: 3.5k

synopsis: You and Midoriya are competing against one another to get a lead role with one of the legendary dancers, Shouto Todoroki. To get some more practice, the two of you head to the studio only to find the passion both of you were missing were in front of you all this time

a/n: as someone who used to do dance and loves midoriya, this was an absolute treat to write.

A room of creativity, of passion, of poise, and with heart—the words your instructor told you the first time you were admitted to this dance company. Known for their prestige globally, Yuuei Dance Company was esteemed and known to educate the next generations of performers and entertainers in dance. At one point you would have considered yourself a part of the best, one of the many jewels that could go wherever and be successful dancing under the light of the stage.

It’s too bad you felt you’ve lost your luster.

The room was large, the hefty windows displayed the active streets of Tokyo. As the sun beamed in, some onlookers observed the various dancers inside. Small groups of them were stretching, letting their bodies contour as if they were beautiful masterpieces in a museum. Smiles and small chatter filled the room, hoping a good day of practice would come.

Some were to the side, holding onto the wooden barre, lifting their legs up high towards the ceiling—toes always pointed up. Others hug the wall, letting their lower limbs stretch outwards to complete a perfect slip. Others were tying their shoes, clearly beat up for days of practice and use, soft orchestral music playing through the speakers.

Everyone seemed to be ready to show off their best today as the upcoming play was coming up soon. The auditions will be conducted tomorrow, leaving a fierce competition with you and your peers to get the best roles. As this was an original production, no one truly knew what to expect—leaving today as one of the last days to get any proper practice before then.

As you stood overarching your back to do a simple pirouette, the door opened up revealing the instructor, a bitter expression on his face. His dark eyes loomed over the room, the once positive energy dissipating at once.

A Night To Remember Pt. 1

"That jerk!"

A loud crash followed after, alerting the rest of the League.

Rushing into her room, Dabi was shocked to find a slew of rolled up tissue and half eaten junk food strewn across the carpet. And in the center of it all was a sobbing Toga, being gently held by Twice, "Don't cry Toga-chan!" He soothed.

"What the hell is going on here?" Dabi asked tiredly, clearly just have woken up.

"Toga was dumped by the guy she went out with a month ago."

Dabi raised a brow, "You mean that bum we found outside a bar bruised and bloody without a dime to his name? Yeah, I'm surprised he went so quick too..."

In a flash, Twice zipped up to meet Dabi's face, looming over him with a glare, "Do NOT mock Toga's pain! It's insensitive! "

The man simply rolled his eyes before taking a glance at the young girl. Her hair was down, matted, and messy. She wiped her nose in her pink pajama sleeve.

Dabi's gaze softened. Though he wasn't interested in Toga's drama, it did make him a bit depressed to see her so... well... depressed. Letting out a sigh, he sauntered over to the girl and knelt down to where she sat.

"Look, I'm not great at giving advice on guys. But I can cook 'em medium or well done."

"No, you can't hurt him." She sniffled, "He left a note saying he fled town..."

"Ah."

"But... there is one thing I think could make me feel better." Toga wiped her face once more, looking up at him with golden puppy eyes.

The burnt man already didn't like the sound of this, his face scrunching up in a grimace, "And whatever could that be?"

"Yeah, what is it?" Twice chimed in, "Whatever it is Dabi and I will surely get it done! No matter the cost!"

Never in his life had Dabi wanted more to shove Twices' words back into his throat.

Slowly but surely, Toga's signature grin crept onto her lips as she got up from the carpet. Rummaging through her nightstand drawer, she pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it up for the two to read.

The men read aloud: " 'The U.A. Fall Dance. Be Plus Ultra or be square!'. "

afro puffs

pairing | none (yuuta & his daughter)

word count | 0.5k

content warnings | none

Slightly wincing at the sharp feeling of the wide toothed comb currently running through her hair, your daughter sat criss-crossed on the carpeted floor of your shared home as Yuuta sat behind her, attempting to do her hair.

“Sorry angel, you okay? I’m almost done with this section, I promise.” Rubbing her shoulder in an act of reassurance, she gave him a small nod as her eyes shifted back to the children’s show playing on the TV. He’d never been more thankful for “Doc McStuffins” in his life.

JJK CHARACTERS + THE TYPES OF BRAIDS THEY’D LOVE ON THEIR BLACK S/O

ITADORI YUUJI

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

GOJO SATORU

NOBARA KUGISAKI

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𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕕

pairing: momo yaoyorozu x fem!reader

warning: aged up characters, fluff

w/c: 0.8k

summary: stressed about work, momo gets a surprise from you at work

a/n: this is for @bnhapocuties pride collab! I hope you all enjoy it.

A sigh passed through Momo’s painted lips as she strummed onto the hard wood of her desk. The low roar of her agency rumbled behind her office door, the pressure on her head intensifying glazing down at her paperwork. Her painted fingers attempted to rub the irritating headache away, but it persisted, draining her of her energy and focus. She needed to get this paperwork filed and due by the end of the day if she wanted to go home on time.

Momo sighed once more covering her dark eyes. All she wanted right now was to be held by you, cozy on the couch with one another watching silly cooking shows she was infatuated with. She’d do anything to feel that tranquility of being in your arms, feeling the warmth of your smile as you pressed your lips against her cheek. She loved you so much it hurt sometimes.

“Ms. Yaoyorozu…” a voice called out. Momo’s eyes widened snapping out of her fantasy as she looked up at her secretary by her door, knocking the wood with her finger. Her secretary graced a small smile, in her hands a vase of flowers.

“We just received this delivery for you, ma’am,” she stated, placing the bouquet down on her desk. The bouquet was beautiful, fashioning various pink and purple flowers, fashioned in a blue-tinted vase and bow. A smile fell on Momo’s lips leaning into to smell one of the beautiful pink roses, its sweet aroma filling her senses.

“These are so beautiful ma’am! Do you know who sent them?” her secretary asked. Momo chuckled, swiping a long loose strand of her hair away from her eyes. Her cheeks filled with pink, her eyes softening looking at the petals.

One thing's obvious, it had eyes.

The person, the monster, the creature -- whatever it was, had a stunning set of lavender orbs that eyed you with constricted pupils, intent to kill.

It had hair too; a wild indigo mane that was sticking up, out, and every which way while the rest of its body stayed submerged underwater.