We're Not Even Dating

dabi and dumbification 🤝 - mdni

he likes how smart you are, actually prefers you a little mean, but nothing, absolutely nothing, turns him on like watching his smart girl go stupid on his dick

actually lives for the moment when he witnesses your mind go slack and give in to him—he’s big on control and trust, so knowing that you’re essentially putting your whole person in his hands is everything to him

“aww, you like being my little cocksleeve, don’t ya sweet thing?” he snarls, teeth against your neck, one hand hot on your hip. “no one’s ever fucked the words right outta that pretty mouth, I can tell”

loves the feeling of overpowering you so completely that he’s overwriting your very senses. you’re babbling out his name, tears pricking your eyes at the press of pleasure/pain swirling in your gut. hell, you can’t even beg him anymore, you’re so far gone—

“fuck, this slutty little pussy’s squeezin’ me so tight.” smacks your ass as he bullies his cock into you, smirks at the fucked-out whine that falls from your lips. “bet I can get another one out of you, huh baby? you still know how?” said with that infuriating smirk on his face

edges himself the entire time he’s making you cum

“where do you want it? here?” feral grin on his face while pressing down on your lower stomach, your frantic little nod bobbing up and down. “who am I to deny you?”

probably receives noise complaints from every lov member

I'm so sorry but ever since that teen Hawks page was translated on twitter I can't stop thinking about it. like. Mera treated him like a person. he was assigned to Hawks when he was already a teenager. did no one treat him like a person before then? was it such an uncommon occurrence that it seemed special when someone did? I mean, they didn't even let him have a person's name. they gave him a hero name, and to the HPSC, that was the name of a tool. of a product. they basically bought a child and treated him so coldly that Mera stood out to him because he treated him like a person. the bars of my enclosure.

ProHero Bakugou x UA teacher reader (best friends to lovers)

Part 6

Your palms were sweating before you even walked through Minas front door Katsukis gift tucked neatly into your bag that you’d been gripping for dear life. Sleep never came last night, after reading Katsukis simple confession you couldn’t focus on anything else. He may have deleted the text from the chat, but you felt like it’d be burned into your brain for the rest of your life.

“Oh em gee! Merry Christmas love bug?” Mina squeals, her arms reaching to wrap tightly around your neck. She was wearing a Mrs. clause dress, and if you had to bet money you’d bet Kiri was wearing a matching suit. “You look adorable.”

Once a year you’d allow yourself to dress ridiculously in holiday cheer, wanting to feel the cheer you wore instead of dreading the day. Christmas wasn’t a holiday you particularly cared for, especially this year. Christmas just never felt like Christmas.

But today you decided you’d ignore the nagging voice in your head telling you to stay home and embrace the bright red candy cane stripped dress that matched your ruby painted lips. It was simple but effective. Candy canes mean Christmas enough, and if Mina approved you felt honored.

“Thank you, you look cute too Mrs. Clause.” You beam, pulling away to look past her to see the house filled with old classmates and strangers. “Quite the party Mina, how do you know all these people?”

“Mostly coworkers.” With a wave of her hand she leads you through the house, waving and greeting her guests as your hand aches from her grip. Once inside the slightly less crowded kitchen, she pushes you down onto a stool and places her hands on your shoulders to keep you from moving. “Now tell me everything, he’s in love with you?”

You knew she’d care more about Katsukis text than the party bumping around you, but you didn’t expect her to nearly be foaming out the mouth in front of everyone as she begged for details. It’s not like there were any to give anyway, you’d ignored his message while your heart beat painfully fast in your chest.

“We haven’t talked about it. He said he’s coming here, so I figured we would tonight.” Your fave twists in discomfort as your shoulders struggle to hold her weight that’s still pressing down into them. “Mina, ease up. You’re about to crush me.”

“When he gets here, you better forget the rest of us exist.” Her hands pull back, moving to rest on her popped out hip. “Just make sure you make him feel terrible for clocking you first.”

-

The next few hours seemed to blur together agonizingly, you didn’t speak to anyone and no one spoke to you. You hadn’t left your spot in the kitchen, crippled with anxiety knowing at any second you would be confronted with the reality of your feelings and have to come clean. Or at least that’s what you thought.

With every minute that ticked by, you felt yourself growing increasingly more disappointed. It’s been 2 and a half hours and he still hadn’t come to the party he said he’d be at. Instead your old classmates offer uncomfortable waves as they pass you in the kitchen, each time your heart dropping when non of them turn out to be who you’d been waiting for.

When the clock hit 1pm, you decided to call it a night and give it a rest. If he planned on showing up, it wouldn’t be an hour before the party ended, he hated parties but he hated being late even more. He’s not coming and you’d gotten your hopes up for no reason.

“Alright, I’m gonna head out.” Mina could sense the sadness in your voice as you pass her in the living room, but for once she couldn’t think of anything to make sense of the situation. He stood you up, and even to her it was obvious. “New years at my place right?”

“Yep! Me and Kiri will bring the champagne.”

The clock on your night stand read 10:28pm when you entered the darkness of your bedroom. Your limbs feeling like weights, dragging behind you as you make your way to the plush comfort of your mattress. All you wanted right now was sleep, and it was just seconds away.

Your exhaustion prevented you from caring about the heels still secured around your ankles, or the bag you land on with a thud. You looked ridiculous but the sad ache in your chest made you feel ridiculous. You’d been mad at him just days ago, now he was ditching you before you could even forgive him.

On the drive over you bit at your lip until it bled, the bitter taste of the iron pouring from the skin was the only temporary distraction you had from what was really bothering you. A thousand questions played in your head as you half paid attention to street lights and cheerful pedestrians. But one question in particular had bothered you more than the others, enough to cause your stomach drop and cheeks to flush.

What if he sent the ‘I’m In love with you’ text to you by mistake and he’d meant to send it to whoever he’d been ditching you for tonight?

-

A light brush against your ankle pulls you fearfully from your sleep. You’d been dreaming peacefully about a typical day at work, your students all giggling and laughing at a meme one of them had posted in the classroom discussion chat- but it was ruined by someone breaking into your apartment to- tickle your ankle?

“Hold still, I’m just tryna get these damn things off of you.” Relive replaces your previous confusion and fear, seeing Katsuki holding your foot delicately while working to undo your heels buckle. “Change into something warmer than that ugly ass dress, I’m gonna take you somewhere.”

“What?” Still half asleep, you let him slide the heels off and fall to the floor below. How could he expect you to follow his order after not showing up? “Don’t touch me.”

You felt overwhelmed, seeing him standing casually at the foot of your bed with an unreadable expression on his face as he stares down at your sleepy figure. You hadn’t seen him in an entire month, but now he was here, in you bedroom. Because he let himself in.

“You need to give me my door key back.” You huff when he doesn’t move. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Your gifts in my purse, take it and leave.”

Of course you’d originally planned to watch him open the thoughtful gift you’d gotten him in August, but you still couldn’t stop imagining him with someone else as you pathetically waited for him to show up. Was he holding her feet in his lap while they watched Jim Carrys Grinch? Or did she toss popcorn at his head as he dozed off every few minutes? Was he doing all the things you wished you’d been doing?

“Then you won’t get your gift.” He shrugs, watching you struggle to sit yourself up without flashing him. “You’ve been talkin about it so I think-.”

“I don’t care about a present! I don’t.” All you wanted tonight was to sort out this uncomfortable and hurtful pulling in your chest that hadn’t stopped in over a month. His gift meant nothing, especially when he didn’t even care he’d done it again. “You lied to me, again. You weren’t there, again. I waited for you for hours again.”

“Then you show up to my apartment and let yourself in. Not even saying sorry or trying to explain why you had me feeling stupid sitting by myself, fighting back tears because you were probably out with some fucking girl again.”

His eyes widen, not expecting you to disagree or confront his lack of attendance. It was sad, but you enjoyed watching his mouth mimicking a fish out of water, not knowing what to say to your half assed confession. Yes, you’d been waiting for him and yes him seeing another person while you waited made you burn with envy.

“I-I wasn’t.” Is all he says, earning a scoff from your chest. Like you’d believe him now, being blocked for a month and stood up the day you were supposed to see him? “I wasn’t, and I know why you don’t believe me- and I hate that I did that to you, but I can explain.”

“I don’t wanna hear it Kats.” Reaching into your purse that you’d previously been sleeping on, you grab his gift and reach it out to him. His heart sank seeing the way your eyes couldn’t meet his, but he takes the small wrapped gift nonetheless. “See you around.”

“I needed help, she took too long and I had to find somewhere last minute. I didn’t ditch you on purpose.” His hand runs through his hair that looked like he’d already been pulling at it, all while making things worse for himself. “I can’t even explain because you won’t come with me to see for yourself.”

“Shouldn’t you be asking her?”

“My mother?”

That’s how you ended up wrapped in the jacket he’d lent you the night he blocked you, shuffling across the parking lot behind him. You don’t miss the way he looks over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure you’re still there, and if you weren’t so cold you may have blushed. Angry at him or not, you’d grown to crave his attention, and after a month without it- it felt like foreign territory.

“The hag gave me shit all damn day, so keep that in mind.” He seemed nervous as he pulled open the passanger door, waving his hand to gesture you to enter. When you take your seat, you flush- the previously mentioned cold gone and replaced with a warm heat in your neck. “She spelled it wrong and I had to call around to find more and believe it or not almost nothing is open on Christmas.”

You can’t do anything but stare at the reason he couldn’t make the holiday party. Your chest bubbling with excitement and your heart about to explode and run a marathon all at once. It was never a huge deal to you, but clearly it was for him.

On the dash across from the passanger seat was your name, in baby pink letters followed by the words passenger princess.

“Why would you do that?” You finally ask, running your fingers across the letters in shock. This car meant the world to him, and he was ruining it by adding a tacky sticker? “E-even if it bothered me this is too much.”

“No, it’s not.” He closes the door, allowing you a few uninterrupted seconds of silence to process your thoughts. “You’ll never find another thing in this car that doesn’t belong to you or I.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” Even if you hated the earring falling into your lap so much you told Mina and felt sick. “It’s sweet, but it’s not necessary.”

“We’re goin to my office, buckle up.”

-

Neither of you spoke on the car ride to his agency, but you could sense he wanted to. His fingers wrung themselves around the steering wheel over and over until the leather had started to squeak against its thread and made your ears hurt. His posture had slumped dramatically, leaving him to lean against his door as he parks in a spot labeled with his hero name.

It was weird to realize in all the time you’d known him, not once had you been inside his office. You’d met him in the lobby, or in the cafeteria on many occasions, but his office had never been visited. Why was it significant now though?

“She’s with me.” Katsuki calls to a small woman sat in the lobby, her eyebrows pulling together as her mesmerizing golden eyes land on you. “Don’t log it, won’t be here long.”

“Why are we here?” You mange to ask, stepping off the elevator you’d just taken 17 stories. “Am I allowed to be here?”

“Yep.” Which was code for ‘nope’. His finger work quickly to type a code onto the small key pad before he turns to you and opens the door. It wasn’t what you were expecting, to say the least. He always had the biggest and best of everything- but his office was no bigger than your bedroom and only had his desk and a couch directly across from it. “Now ask me why a hero like Dynamite would be put in a random office the size of a closet when he’d been offered a penthouse room with floor to ceiling windows.”

“Uhm, the sun? Maybe? I don’t know?” You couldn’t think of a single reason why he’d choose such a random office if he’d always went on and on about the luxuries he planned for his future office. “Why?”

“You’re afraid of heights. We went to an amusement park one time in highschool and I never forgot.” The door closes behind you, and he makes his way to stand behind his desk, hand reaching for the two framed pictures on either side of his laptop. When he turns them, your heart races all over again. “I have two decorations in this entire room. I’ve been here for years and this is all I cared to have.”

The first photo was a picture of him and his parents at graduation, his cocky smirk playing at his lips as his parent smile proudly. You remember taking the photo and how his mother told you how beautiful you looked in your graduation dress. One that had been a gift from her son, he’d given it to you the night before with heat settling over the bridge of his nose.

The second one, the one that had your mind jumbling and palms sweating- was a photo of you. Not of the two of you together. Not even a group photo with your other friends present. It was just you. He’d taken the photo when he’d accompanied you to a farmers market, at the time you’d of sworn he hated being there, surrounded by all the things that brought you joy. But seeing the photo of you holding a bouquet of flowers with a peaceful smile- maybe you’d been missing his true emotions when he grumbled that you looked fine. When you asked him to send you the photo, he said he deleted it because it was blurry.

“I-I’m not sure what to say.” You were excited, flattered and even honored for him to have your photo on his desk. Knowing he saw it everyday made your eyes shine, and allow you to finally move toward him instead of by the door. “Do you want me to find you more decorations?”

You wanted to be sure you weren’t misreading, maybe he chose the room due to your fear of heights incase he ever needed you to bring him lunch or something. And maybe the picture was just a reminder of your friendship?

“Look, I know how you felt when I blocked you- but I had to give myself time to try to get over you.” He places the photos back in their respective places and joins you on the small couch. “The time I spent not in your life only proved to me I needed to be in it. Everyday I woke up and debated on showing up at UA and dropping to my damn knees in front of those brats just so I could get the point across.”

“What point?” You were holding your breath, ready to hear him vocalize the text he’d sent and unsent that had sent you spiraling. One of his hands settles in your lap, grabbing yours softly, the other moves to tilt your chin up to see his crooked half smile that made you dizzy. “Kats-.”

“I’m in love with you.” His hand on your chin drops, moving to rest on the back of the couch behind you. The other tightens around yours and pulls your interlaced hands to his lap. “I’ve always been in love with you.”

Your heart could literally give out at any second, you read his text but tried to convince yourself it wasn’t meant for you. Were you dreaming? Or was he actually sitting beside you with stars in his eyes?

“You don’t have to say anything, I don’t expect you to unpack all of this after everything I’ve done.” You nod, jaw on the floor as his thumb runs across your knuckles soothingly. “You’d always have a guy around, relationships or flings or what ever you want to call em. So I never said anything, I wanted you to be happy even if it wasn’t with me. I was gonna tell you that night, but when I asked if you enjoyed fuckin with me that night I watched you dancing and you said maybe it pissed me off and I snapped. I’m sorry, for all of it.”

“I said maybe because I did like you giving me your attention, but it wasn’t because I was trying to mess with you.” Did he truly believe you were capable of exploiting his feelings like that? Had you known you’d of never have acted like that. You were just jealous and angry and stupid. “If you’d have told me-.”

“I know, don’t start freakin out.” You were more than freaking out. Your hand would slip from his any second from the sweat pooling between them, you were crashing out. “Raccoon eyes got drunk and probably told me way more than she should have.”

“What did she say?” You’d had so many conversations with Mina about him you’d throw up if he knew half the things you’d said about him. He doesn’t seemed worried or bothered, so maybe she left out the parts that would humiliate you into hiding. “I actually don’t want to know.”

“Just, give this time to settle and we’ll talk about it in a few days.” His hand leaves yours, rubbing against his jeans as he stands to his feet. God that’s embarrassing. “Let’s go, I left your gift on your coffee table.”

“Wait!” He hadn’t even made it to the door, but you panicked. Did he not want to hear what you had to say about any of it? “Are you not curious about what I have to say?”

“If your friends an honest drunk- I’d say I have a pretty good idea.”

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SORRY ITS SO LONG AND SORRY ENDING IS SUCK

I wanted to post a long blurb to apologize for the last one 😅

Also, unfortunately tags are closed for this story. It’s hard to tag so many and it’s part of the reason I’m updating slower, I have to copy and paste them 5 at a time and it takes like 30 minutes bc tumblr crashed 9million times when I do😭😭

I’m sorry and I love you guys 💖

-Parchy💖

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when katsuki tries to subtly squeeze in physical affection once you start dating, he gives you whiplash.

most of the time, he's consistent with it. he lightly kicks at your leg under the table, sometimes presses his shoulder to yours when you're sitting on the common room couch. he flicks your forehead when you get a question wrong and ruffles your hair when you get one right. he digs a finger in your side when he passes you in the hallway, he pulls at the bottom of your tucked in uniform shirt to make you whip around and glare at him so he can laugh about it.

but sometimes, sometimes he sees you trying to fix your tie and softly shoves your hands out of the way "lemme do it." he mumbles, tutting to himself about you not knowing how to tie your own damn tie while already doing it for you.

he completely unravels it and ties it from scratch, eyes lowered and focused on the task at hand, and when it's just right he nods very subtly to himself, fastening it comfortably around your neck a final time while looking you straight in your eyes so intensely your mouth goes dry. and as he stares, his eyes lower to your neck and you feel his warm hand readjust the necklace you're wearing.

and in and instant the touch is gone. he clicks his teeth, reprimanding you with a quick flick to your forehead "learn to do this yourself, 'm not gonna do it for you." before his eyes drift away, he's shoving his (sweaty) hands in his pockets and trudging off.

despite all that though, katsuki insists on fixing your tie for you every time.

touchstarved!dabi who's unused to any sort of physical contact that isn't reprimand or pain. he tries so hard to keep it together when you scratch your nails down his scalp, but he can't help pressing up against your hand, silently begging for more.

touchstarved!dabi who starts to crave the feeling of your skin on his with an almost visceral pain. he can't help it; you're just so soft and warm and kind

touchstarved!dabi who nuzzles into your neck and nips at your ear hard as you ride him, whispering filth that makes your stomach drop, "going nice and tight around me, aren't ya, baby? let me feel you gush all over my cock, go on, you can do it"

touchstarved!dabi who goes absolutely feral when he's been away from you for any longer than a week, collaring you by the neck and dragging you into his room just to toss you onto the bed and hitch your thighs under his forearms, "show me how much you fucking missed me princess" (goodbye to your fucking guts)

touchstarved!dabi who refuses to get up afterwards because he likes to bask in the feeling of your skin against his

even if he won't say it, touya really is a big softie for you.

you know it when you see the look on the league's faces when he lets you get close enough to touch—it's a "what the fuck is wrong with dabi?" look. you can see the confusion and near repulsion amplify tenfold when not only does he allow you to grasp his hand, he holds yours back. everyone in the LOV knows dabi would rather die than have anyone's hands near his scarred skin.

you know it when, on non-busy days, he follows you with a fake reluctance to the so-called "hangout spot" of the league's hideout. at this point, spinner is always asking you to "get dabi" because everyone knows he won't let anyone else drag him out. but when your big eyes plead with him to spend some quality time with the LOV, he just can't say no.

you know it when he hisses a sharp "no, get your own," when a soul dares to ask for a bite of his food (even if he's complaining about it being bad three seconds later), but will hand-feed you a big bite of your own. sometimes, he'll even offer you the rest if you really seem to like it.

you know it when he hides his face in a pillow as you diligently change the staples on his back. he knows he can do it himself—you know he can too, considering he was stapled up years before you met him—but he knows you'll do it better. you make sure his skin is aligned perfectly, each silver sliver placed evenly apart. you make him look like a work of art. it doesn't hurt like it used to, is what he always says, but he's still biting down on that pillow like he'll die otherwise.

you know it when your hand is wrapped around his cock under the covers while you two lie face-to-face. his hands are in your hair or on your waist as he bucks into your fist. white lashes are against cheeks, sheilding those teary turquoise eyes from you. even if the dim light, almost all of his pale flesh is dusted pink. when he's close, he'll pull you flush against him and duck his face into the crook of your neck. he keeps humping your hand, tip now rubbing and spreading a mess of pre against your soft stomach. he's whining, and he's greedy for you, and his whole body feels like it's on fire in a good way for once, and his brain is a mess except for one, consistent thought—you. "thank you," he rushes out of his lips between moans as he spurts cum on your tummy, "'love you."

you know it.

transferring to a new university was nerve-wracking. but finding out on day one that there was no dorm room for you? even worse.

apparently, some glitch in the system left your name off the dormitory list. and now, there wasn’t a single open spot on campus. you wanted to cry, but calling your parents and worrying them was the last thing you wanted to do.

so you spent the entire evening scouring for solutions. a faculty member pointed you to a site where students looking for roommates could post listings, and by some miracle, you found one that seemed decent. the description was short but to the point: “apartment near campus. one room available. quiet. no bullshit.”

it wasn’t exactly the warmest ad, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. you sent a text, got a short reply, and now here you were.

standing outside the apartment door, your arms ached from carrying a heavy box of books and sentimental junk while your suitcase full of clothes sat by your feet. you hesitated for a second before knocking. the moment the door opened, you almost regretted your entire life.

a tall guy with white hair, scarred skin, and heavy-lidded, almost dead-looking eyes stared back at you. his presence was so intimidating that your first instinct was to turn and run back down the hall. but you froze instead, staring up at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“is touya here?” you managed to squeak out, trying your best not to sound completely terrified.

he raised an eyebrow. “speaking. who the hell are you?” his voice was deep and rough, his tone sharp enough to cut.

“i-i’m y/n. your... roommate? i applied here two days ago, we spoke over t—”

“oh. right.” he cut you off, scratching the back of his neck. “didn’t think you’d be here so damn early.”

if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was complaining. but then again, it was 7 a.m. if anything, you must’ve woken him up.

“ya need help with all that?” he asked, gesturing toward the box in your arms.

“uh, yes... please,” you said, relieved and surprised he even offered.

he grabbed the box with one hand like it weighed nothing, and you followed him inside, dragging your suitcase behind you. he set the box on the dining table and kicked the door shut behind him. the place was neat. not spotless, but cleaner than you expected. the furniture was simple, dark-colored, and kind of mismatched, giving the place a weirdly manly vibe.

“bathroom’s down the hall,” touya said lazily, pointing. “kitchen’s over there. don’t leave your shit everywhere. and that’s your room.”

he gestured toward a door at the end of the hall, and you followed him inside. the room was small but tidy. the bed was bare, just a mattress and a pillow, but it was clean. there was a desk and a small closet, too. it doesn’t look like anyone’s ever stayed there.

“anyway,” he muttered, turning to leave. “don’t make too much noise. i don’t like loud people.”

six months later, you’ve realized that living with touya had been an adjustment. at first, there were awkward “hi” and “bye” exchanges, brief encounters in the kitchen as you grabbed a granola bar or nuked leftovers in the microwave. he wasn’t much of a talker, which was fine because you weren’t either. not to him anyway.

but then, slowly, things started to change.

it began with shared dinners. a random night where you’d made too much pasta, shyly offering him some because it felt wrong to eat in front of him while he sat on the couch scrolling through his phone. he’d taken the plate with a gruff “thanks,” but the next night, there was an extra bowl of ramen waiting for you when you got home from class.

from there, it spiraled into routine. dinners became a shared activity, a small tradition where you’d sit across from each other, trading sarcastic comments and the occasional genuine laugh. somewhere in between, touya went from your intimidating, scar-faced roommate to your closest friend. you told him everything now—your classes, your crushes, your petty grievances. he listened, mostly. sometimes, he’d even chime in with advice, though his tone always bordered on teasing.

so when you burst through the door that night, cheeks flushed with excitement, it felt natural to dump the day’s events onto him. touya was already on the couch, two bowls of noodles on the coffee table. his lips quirked into a small smile as he watched you kick off your shoes and drop your bag haphazardly by the door.

“guess what?” you beamed, practically bouncing onto the couch beside him, knees brushing his thigh. “some guy asked me out today!”

his smile faltered, but you didn’t notice. you were too caught up in recounting the story, your voice light and animated as you detailed every little moment.

touya’s grip on his chopsticks tightened. he forced a small chuckle, though it sounded strained.

“can’t believe this actually happened!”

“yeah, well… it’s about time,” he muttered.

but you didn’t hear the sarcasm laced in his words. you were too wrapped up in your own excitement, oblivious to the way his jaw clenched or how his gaze lingered a second too long on your face.

he should’ve been happy for you. he told himself he was. roommates didn’t catch feelings, not ones like this. and yet, every time you smiled at him like that, so sweet and innocent, he felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs.

the days blurred after that. you went on your first date, then your second, then your third. touya tried to convince himself it was fine. this was fine. he was just your roommate. but you started coming home later and later, your absence stretching into the kind of silence that made his skin crawl.

the noodles he made for you—carefully cooked just the way you liked them—sat untouched on the counter, growing cold as the hours ticked by. he’d find himself sitting on the couch, staring at the door, half-hoping and half-dreading the moment you’d walk in, cheeks flushed with the afterglow of another date.

he hated it.

he hated him. the guy you wouldn’t shut up about, the one who’d taken up too much of your time, your attention. it should be him you’re coming straight home to after school.

touya couldn’t stand it anymore.

he barely needed to put in the effort. you were so trusting, so sweet, and all that innocent yapping gave him everything he needed. your schedule, your habits, even the places you liked to study or hang out. all it took was one stop after his own classes ended to track him down: the library.

the guy was just sitting there, headphones in, engrossed in his laptop.

by the time touya was done talking to him, the guy was pale and nodding, muttering weak promises to do as he was told. touya left the library without a backward glance, his mind already on you.

he got home with enough time to spare, pulling out the instant noodles he knew you loved, the ice cream he bought on the way back. he even set the table, everything arranged just the way you liked it. he’d planned it all perfectly, down to the minute.

and then the door creaked open, and there you were.

he already expected it but it still hurt nonetheless when he saw you—eyes red and swollen, your lips trembling as you tried to hold yourself together. the faintest sniffle escaped, your hands clutching the strap of your bag like it was the only thing anchoring you.

“he broke up with me,” you choked out, voice cracking.

and he almost regret what he’s done. almost.

you didn’t have to say more. he crossed the room in an instant, pulling you into his chest. his hoodie smelled like laundry detergent and faintly of cigarettes, and you buried your face into the fabric, tears soaking through.

“it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as his hand rubbed slow circles on your back. “he’s an idiot. didn’t deserve you anyway.”

his lips brushed the crown of your head, a gesture so soft, so tender, it made your heart ache in a different way.

you melted into him, his arms the safest place you’d ever known. and as he whispered quiet reassurances, a small, satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

this was how it should be. you, in his arms, leaning on him, trusting him. he’d make sure it stayed that way. you were his, even if you didn’t realize it yet.

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I can't believe your here!

Mon's heaven is to have his family

okay so i finished checking if we were friends in every universe and, uh, it turns out we're only friends in 6 of them. but look, i need you to understand these universes vary like crazy, okay? like 6 is actually insanely high, like way higher than most. and one of those is the universe where i accidentally killed the actor who played Dipsy from Teletubbies when i was 7 and my life went completely differently as a result. and we still ended up friends! also you were a girl in that universe for some reason. what? oh, uh, yeah, you were cute as hell. like really cute. did you just fucking giggle

happy 1000!! for the event, could I request an Izuku smau with him accidentally confessing 🙏

nervous encounters

i.midoriya

-in which he accidentally confesses after a series of nervous hang outs.

part of my 1k event! submit your asks!