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Who do you simp for?

no one. i am beyond the mere mortal concept of simping.

(bakugo)

#chatdontcancelmeim15

Give Asia headcanons

i assume you mean asui so i’ll give some general hcs about her!!

has a bath and body works collection

any perfume, lotion, candle, limited edition scent that you want, she has it

i feel like her love language (in both romantic and platonic contexts) is gift giving

her favorite color is green (obviously)

her favorite flower is orchids

she’s surprisingly good at baking

she does coding as a hobby

it is not hard to be this man's enemy

i mean bakugo is the most aggravating person alive

and he is annoyed by everyone and everything

getting him to fall for you is the hard part

it would probably happen after you beat him in training

or even tied with him

and he realized how good you are

that's how you shifted in his eyes

and he tried to push you away more

you thought he hated you more than before

but little did you know ...

eventually he'd go out of his way to do little things for you

like making extra of his dinner ' on accident ' and deciding to give you said extras

he'd test the waters for so long before actually getting with you

he would ask you out , kinda takes it as a challenge

he'd be so scared to actually date you lowkey

he's never been in a relationship or even been romantically interested in someone before due to him being so focused on his goals

so you two take it veryyyy slow

@dirtbagattack

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taglist - @justmylvr @lwcedribbons @im0nsaturn @n3r0-5352 @dvartefox @failurewater @f0reverfaded @t0asty1 @iv-vee @mp3nai

ⓒ luvseraph

i’m imagining shoto todoroki and a very oblivious parter and it’s making me giggle.

Since both Shoto and the reader are unable to take a hint, both of them spent months as friends trying to ask each other out.

“I really like you.” you said one night as they walked home from training together holding hands.

“I like you too y/n. It’s nice to be able to train alongside a strong and capable friend like you. You’ll make a great pro.” He said. The compliment was nice, but you got a bit hung up on the word ‘friend’.

a couple weeks later Shoto approached you after class.

“Hi y/n. If you’re not busy friday night, would you like to go get dinner with me?”

“yeah sure! Oh wait can we go to that new ramen place, Jiro’s been dying to go. Oh, and Uraraka should come too because she doesn’t get to eat at restaurants very often and-“

“I kind of intended for this to be just the two of us.” Shoto said, cutting you off.

“Oh, uh okay.” you replied, finding it odd that he didn’t want to bring the others. Was he having drama with the rest of the friend group but you were left in the dark?

Nonetheless, you went to dinner with shoto, and chatted and joked, and it didn’t hit you until you were walking back to the dorms.

“Y/n.” Shoto spoke, causing you to slow down your pace.

“mhm?” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, taking a step closer to you.

“Wait, why would you want to do that?” You asked. You were definitely excited by the idea of kissing shoto, but confused as to why. Shoto only saw you as a friend.

“Because I just took you on a date and I like you.” Shoto stated simply. Then it clicked in your mind.

you leaned in to kiss him and it was short but sweet before Shoto broke the kiss to talk again.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend, y/n?” he asked, looking into your eyes, his expression so sincere.

“yes.” you tried to hide your excitement until you finally walked back to your dorm and facetimed all the girls to update them.

might make this a series if people like it

tracing secrets onto your skin. e!kirishima

in which you are stuck in a hotel room, with the guy you've loved for years. and oh did i mention? there's only one bed.

authors note: 1.3k words! one bed trope, pure fluff, mutual pining. this is so similar to a shoujo manga. m.list <3

You and Kiri had been assigned a mission together in a completely different country, but now, arriving at the already booked hotel room—the one the HPSC had provided, courtesy of you both saving the day—there was one slight problem.

Upon stepping inside, weak bruised aching limbs and battered hearts, you opened the door to reveal only one bed.

Yep. Only one bed.

And to make matters worse, it was incredibly small—supposedly a queen, but barely bigger than a twin. And who was standing next to you? Only the guy you’d been painstakingly in love with for three years now. Ever since you first saw him as a first-year at U.A., with his sharp teeth and kind eyes, you had been on the floor for him.

You and Kiri were friends—sort of? Maybe? It was complicated. He was nice to everyone, and it was hard to call someone like that a friend when they belonged to everyone. Mr. Aizawa had always partnered the two of you together. At first, you weren’t sure why, but then you realized—it was because you hesitated. You were shy, timid, and always second-guessing yourself even when you knew you were capable. And Kirishima was loud, outgoing, and so completely kind, that he had a way of making people feel so sure of themselves, which is exactly what you had needed.

Being the gentleman he was, Kirishima immediately insisted on taking the floor. And by the time you emerged from the shower, hair damp and clinging to your face, wrapped in a shirt far too big for you, he was already curled up on the ground.

You climbed into the plush bed, the blankets swallowing you whole in their softness, but your mind couldn’t settle. Not when you knew his back was aching from today’s mission. Not when you knew his body was probably in even worse shape than yours.

You swallowed down the thoughts, let them mix inside like creamer in coffee, before finally whispering, as softly as ever, as if your words could shatter the distance you’d held between him and your heart for so long.

"Kiri?"

He responded quickly—faster than you expected. Your heart clamored against your ribs as he spoke your name so sweetly, laced with the haze of sleep, like he was stumbling through a dream.

"Yeah?"

You hesitated before murmuring, “Come sleep on the bed. The floor is cold and hard, and I know you’re hurting, Kirishima.”

He swallowed, his hesitation stretching into the dimly lit room, then cut through the tension with a quiet chuckle. “No, the bed’s for you. I’m okay.”

But you weren’t convinced. 

You leaned over the edge, your long hair spilling down, a tendril brushing against his cheek. The moonlight filtering through the curtains cast a silver glow over his face as his gaze flickered up towards yours, his crimson eyes shining in the glow. His gaze softening as he reached up, twirling a lock of your hair between his calloused fingers.

Your heart beat louder. Faster. It was dangerously close to falling right into his hands, to be held and guarded by him.

You spoke again, this time more hesitantly, afraid your words wouldn’t reach him.

"Please, Kiri?"

He just stared at you, like you were the most fascinatingly beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Like he saw straight through your beating heart to the secrets you held captive. And then, finally, he agreed.

The bed dipped beneath his weight as he climbed in beside you.

The room was filled with silence, save for the soft rhythm of your breathing and the distant sounds of the busy street below. Then, finally, Kirishima spoke—his voice soft, yet raspy, like the soft currents of waves nipping at your feet.

"Thank you."

And you echoed it back. "Thank you."

The silence stretched, turning the room upside down. You listened to the way he shifted, turned, unable to get comfortable. With a bit of confidence, you finally asked, "Having trouble sleeping?"

He let out a quiet, bitter laugh, like he wanted to downplay it, to make it seem not that bad. But you knew him better than that. You knew he was hurting. And you knew he wouldn’t admit it.

"Is it your back?"

He exhaled. "Yeah… strained myself today. Should’ve known when to quit."

You pocketed the last bit of his sentence away in your mind, tucking it into the back of your thoughts like a trinket, to find later but in this case to bring up later. Then Slowly, cautiously, you reached out, your fingertips ghosting over his scarred skin “Is… this okay? I just want to help.”

His breath hitched. Then, after a moment, he murmured, “Yeah.”

Carefully, you ran your fingers over his scarred back, kneading at the sore muscles along his shoulders, pressing into the tension lingering in his body. Your touch grew bolder, tracing the sharp ridges of his shoulder blades, following the delicate line of his spine. He smelled like warmth, like golden honey bottled up with love, like spring flowers dipped in sunshine,mixed with the lingering glances and hidden touches of a teenage love scorned into the pages of a romance novel.

He was everything you’d ever want. Something you would chase—not in a bruised, bloodied-knees, face-full-of-dirt kind of way, but in the way a child chases bubbles, laughing as each one pops. In the way you run toward the sound of the ice cream truck, sneakers untied, heart racing for something sweet.

With every soft breath he let out, it was like tuning into a radio signal— the softness of the faint static giving way to something clearer. Your fingers trailed absentmindedly, and he let them, his body still, his breaths shallow. 

Your fingers mapping out something secret, something you’d never been brave enough to say. And with shaky hands, you finally traced the words—

"I love you."

You lingered on the last letter longer than you should have.

Then—

A sharp intake of breath.

Before you could react, he turned over, grasping your wrist in his free hand, enclosing your fingers within his own. His red eyes bore into yours, searching, uncertain.

"You… said you loved me," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well… you traced it on my back."

Your eyes widened. And for a moment, you felt like you were thirteen again, drowning in the dizzying rush of first love, when every feeling was new and everything mattered too much.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, already turning over, already bracing yourself for rejection.

But then he shifted, moving closer, his body hovering slightly over yours, eyes locked onto your face.

"I'm not good with words," he admitted, voice rough, quiet. "Can I show you instead?"

You barely realized you nodded until you felt the vibration of your own agreement, your breath caught in your throat.

His hands—so big, so strong, so gentle—cradled your face like you were porcelain, like he was learning how to be careful with something fragile. And then his lips met yours.

Hesitant. Careful. You could taste his uncertainty, but as your hands threaded through his soft, unstyled red hair, as your fingers traced the edges of his jaw, dancing across his skin, eliciting goosebumps he eased into it—deeper, surer. Your bodies slotted together, moving in perfect harmony, wrapped in warmth and the quiet, breathless overwhelming ecstasy of everything unsaid.

Bodies slotting together, sheets shifting beneath your weight, drowning in something too big to name.

Kissing him felt like the summer afterglow, mosquitos nipping at your flesh with sticky hands from a melted popsicle.

And when he finally pulled away, the moonlight glowing against his face,  his hand ghosted over your collarbone, tracing the same words you had left on his skin.

"I love you."

With the same hesitation. The same gentleness. The same certainty.

did i wake up 3 hours earlier than usual to watch my little pony friendship is magic except with teenage boys and basketball? absolutely

rip me i got 4 hours of sleep but it’s worth it

ONLY Bakugo? 🤨 (admit the truth girl)

ok tbh everyone that doesn’t annoy me in MHA is hot

ok a complete list:

bakugo

shoto todoroki

aizawa

hawks

shinso

tamaki amajiki

shigaraki

dabi

twice

jiro

uraraka

kaminari

midnight

sero

monoma

kirishima

kendo

should i go on?

i hate haters

i hate hypocrisy

i hate lists

i hate people who type in all lowercase

i hate irony

i hate donald trump (this ones fr guys)

Hi

NO STOP I DIDNT GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO GREET ME

greetings and salutations.

Masterlist

My Hero Academia

Shoto Todoroki

shoto x oblivious reader

Katsuki Bakugo

bakugo is a feminist

sensory issues

Hitoshi Shinsou

rocker shinso

Hanta Sero

rocker sero

Bakusquad

bakusquad part time jobs hcs

bakusquad study group hcs

Multi

random/ cursed hcs

theatre kids hc

music hcs part 2 part 3

mha characters as screenshots from my gc

Pros

pro hero music taste hcs

Tsuyu Asui

Tsuyu Asui general hcs

dating her hcs

Denki Kaminari

theatre kid

flirting hcs

All Might

friggin packet yo crack fic

Himiko Toga

Velvet Ring inspired fic