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"Damn! This guy's literally the most handsome man alive!"

Your loud gasp and snarky comment catches MIDORIYA's attention, causing him to look at you with curious eyes. Of course his love toward you makes him feel a little irritated, he's never thought of himself as someone with amazing looks and you fonding over other men isn't really helping; but now that you've caught him starring, he's got no other choice but to show interest in the matter.

"Who? Let me see"

When you smile and ask him to come have a look, he's both reluctant and eager to see this "most handsome guy of all time"; so he gets very confused as he sits next to you and looks at the screen, only to see himself starring back at him in the camera.

"Huh? That's not the-"

Then he's met with your cheeky grin.

"Oh...!"

"And he's mine"

Even god can't stop the blush spreading over his cheeks and his big smile.

"Babe stop!"

Reheat

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work OR the mindblowing art of @gsony24))

Pairing: Midoriya x reader (support-hero!reader x teacher Izuku)

Words: 2.5k

Rating: G~

Warnings: comfort fic, tooth-rotting fluff here y'all, established relationship, work stress (livin' vicariously), talks of the future, a few fem pronouns used, but generally gender-neutral

Summary:

Izuku letting himself into your home after a long day has become comfortable background noise, and one you love to hear while you're bogged down. Work has been following you home all week. He's proud of you, without a doubt... But equally concerned when he sees your dinner half-eaten, your mind scatterbrained and racing faster than he can anchor you, and your angel eyes in desperate need of some TLC. He's cemented his place in your heart- and sees no reason he can't make himself at home here already.

A/N: do I have bigger fics in mind? Yes. Did I write this instead of sleeping bc I love soft, encouraging Deku? Also yes. Izuku Midoriya is a motivational speaker.

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

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“Hey honey! I’m here!”

Over the tinny, background chatter of a podcast streaming from your phone, you call back to Izuku letting himself in.

“Hey you~” You throw interest into your voice, but still stayed tuned into your work.

“Ooo what’s this… What did you make here on the stove?”

“Risotto– it’s Italian~ has lots of veggies and good stuff in it,” you didn’t stop your typing pace, engrossed too heavily in getting an email out before you forget about it and Gmail has to ‘nudge’ you, again, “-gave it a Japanese spin with what I had in the house.”

“Oh wow– oh my gosh, honey– this is so good!”

You look up since your darling man has just appeared in your doorway, sparkly eyed to see you, but equally sated by what’s just graced his mouth. It was a meal you could babysit between taking a quick shower, getting ready for work, letting its flavors marry in the fridge throughout the day, and popping back on the stove that night.

“I’m glad, happy you like it~”

“D’you eat?” Izuku asks, midbite.

“Mhm. Little bit ago,” You motion to your bowl- but when he comes alongside you, he tuts over noting it's only half empty.

“You didn't finish- you feelin’ ok?”

Having circled back onto your screen, you double take again, this time caught by his perception check over you and feeling guilty. 

“Oh. Guess I didn't. I’ll nuke it up here in a bit.”

Izuku, setting down his bowl and starting the -normally alluring- task of rolling up his shirt sleeves to his forearms, comes to your side. However since you’re paying little mind to your peripherals, you missed the show the was making of it. A simple ask of ‘what’re you working on’ came from him, sounding no different than if he wasn't trying to make eyes at you; fact was, you just weren't paying attention.

“Just some stuff for the interns,” the sight of how many tabs are open on your split screen -and in your mind- make you sigh, “With this new role, I kinda feel like you some days. Lesson plans, processing their paperwork; it’s all the stuff you had to turn in as an intern– only now I'm the one dealing with it on the backend.”

Izuku sifted around though your training materials and your propped tablet making itself useful as a second screen. At your handwritten to-do list that’s one of the only things non-digitized nowadays, he makes an offhand comment that your handwriting is nice. It's the kind of cute, ‘blink-and-you’d-miss-it’ things he says that you just hum to, whether you were really listening or not.  

When you glance up to him again, you see he’s watching you with a caring gaze and feel caught.

 “What’re you looking at?” you tease, typing again to break the silence.

“A pretty girl…” Izuku teased lightly, “who doesn’t know when to take a break.”

You type away at his call out– the need for a night off at Izuku’s side is exactly why you've been working so hard at this. You figured you'd get some of this extra prep work under control now, so by the time he rolls around on Wednesday for your standing date n–

You freeze. 

Realizing what day it is in your planner.  It's Wednesday. For dinner.

“Oh my God- -you’re here.”

“Mhmmm~” Izuku really doesn't want to laugh, but his sucking in of a lip isn't hiding it well. 

“ohmygod imtheworst!!” you refresh your face in both hands, talking through the gaps.

“You are not!” Izuku chuckled, setting your notes down. “You just got busy with all the new tasks, because you’re just that good.” 

A faithful, scarred hand comes over to smooth over your back, pulling you over into a little half hug. You sink against him, relishing in his little forehead kiss. He can try all he likes to cure your embarrassment, but you look to him apologetically.

“I’ve never forgotten our dinner dates, ‘Zuku…”

Your darling shrugged unbothered, “Had to happen sometime. It’s no big deal.”

“Is to me,” you pressed- very much bothered.

“Honey,” Izuku chips your chin up, “You’re too hard on yourself. It’s ok, these things happen! I mean, you still made a delicious dinner; even if it was a bit of an oversight I would -in fact- be eating it.”

The pang of guilt hits you at forgetting. This was just a symptomatic sign that the brilliance of your taking on the additional role of Education Coordinator at the agency was perhaps an over-zealous one. Not only to be on-call for your base job as a linguistics quirk specialist, but to balance another full time role on the office hours end? Why did you convince Fatgum this was a good idea? It sounded like a stellar idea back at the beginning of the summer…

Now you’re forgetting not just who you’re supposed to be eating with- but also eating in general.

“I’m glad you did,” you boost Izuku’s elephant-like memory, “It feels so normal to have you here, it's not like I completely forgot I’d see you today. I just– maybe I… thought I was gonna take some to you, since I wouldn't see you till later in the week? I dunno.”

“C’mere- never got a real hug.” 

You rise at his hand’s insistence, and stretch up into his full, healing embrace. 

“Hi baby,” you cooed pitifully.

“Hi, my angel. Missed you today.”

You hummed at the affection, sinking into his neck more out of your residual misery.

Izuku simply took advantage of you being close to sway you in his wide stance- a dance, sans music.

“I appreciate you cooking so much for us,” he spoke gently from his perch over your shoulder, “I was looking forward to it all day, y’know? You’re always so thoughtful with everything you make.”

He’s pressing into you with compliments- against your hard wiring to accept…

“‘Zuku.”

“It’s true~ you’re generous! You remember what my favorites are, and leave out the stuff I don’t like; you even send me leftovers. And you make snacks and treats for when the midnight munchies strike– what can’t you do?”

“Zuku…”

“And you–” he runs a hand through your hair as he sways your shy self back and forth, “-- make for the most funny, beautiful, fascinating, most inspiring company I could ever hope to share a meal with.”

Head thunking onto his shoulder, you playfully land a closed fist on his chest with a muffled, whiny plea for him to stop.

He sighs, all in good humor.

“This streak of yours... I really have my work cut out for me, don’t I? Still can’t imagine how bad it must be in that brilliant mind that my incredible girlfriend has such a hard time accepting the tiniest compliment. Maybe it’s all that late night American comedy you watch...”

You exhale then fix him with your coolest look of sarcasm, anything to show that you have a modicum of having your shit together. So you cope with humor- who doesn't?

–shame that it looks too much like a pout and makes you decidedly not threatening at all, because Izuku just beams brightly at you in response.

“Oh! Now there’s my melty princess- I was wondering where she went.”

And at that, the aloofness was gone, and you snort into a laugh and hug him tighter around the neck. He even scoops you up and gives you one little twirl for good measure. 

When he set you down, Izuku cups your face in his hands and gifts you a few more forehead kisses before demanding your sights. 

“Now. We need to get you to finish eating first. Then, what can I do to help you tonight, hm? How can I make things easier for you?”

With a softer eye to your desk’s work, you sat back down staying connected to your ever doting Izuku by way of your hand in his. You tried again to focus back. You're newly refreshed by his affections and attempt for a more positive outlook, 

“Well, my goal of doing this tonight was so that I didn’t have to go in early tomorrow. Course, if I do run myself ragged tonight, I won't be any good to anyone there– or for you, here. But I think if I pare it down to just getting these e-sigs ready and getting their time-in checklists set up for their work study onboarding, that would give me a good enough start, and I can fill in the rest of their packets tomorrow. But that means I’d need -ugh- maybe… another hour of work tonight?” you looked to him for his approval, “I have a template, so it shouldn’t take me forever.”

“Alright! You’re the boss,” Izuku supported your plan with a smile, “How about I take care of the kitchen for you while you finish up?”

“You do not have to clean my kitchen!” you spouted back, offended– causing a laugh to burst from him, “It’s not funny! I didn’t ask you to come over after a day of work yourself to just slave away at my mess.”

Izuku fixed you a look, as if you knew better. 

“I think I can tidy up a kitchen, no matter how busy of a day I’ve had. Yours isn't even over yet- so when precisely were you going to have the energy to hammer at it? You’ll enjoy not having that mountain waiting for you.”

You huffed, but smiled gratefully all the same. 

“Besides, it’s just me- doing something nice for the woman I love; and I happen to like doing nice things for you. You deserve a clean space, hun.” 

He cleared off your previous bowl to reheat along with your empty water cup. Shaking the hollow straw inside to where it clinks, he knows exactly what you need and tells you so.

“You are getting a screenless break first, though. Something tells me you didn’t the first time around~”

Settled with a fist propping up your face, you swooned over this darling man. 

Trusting Autosave to have done its job, you shut the laptop down blindly, “Sure didn’t~” 

Izuku just rolled his eyes and stepped out of the study. 

You neaten up the collated stack of applications laid out by you and stepped over to the couch, taking a kneeling perch on the end while you sought out a new record for the player on the side table. Setting one on, it was able to fire up and fill some new life into the room with a movie score you haven’t listened to in a while. Everything just sounds better on vinyl.

When Izuku came back in the room, he’d found his houseshoes and returned with renewed interest to your music choice- and with a pleased expression seeing you actually lounging and taking things easier than how he found you. He traded your reheated meal in exchange for your blue-light glasses, which he’d then clean with a pocket square and set back on your desk once they were smudgeless.

“Now, that’s a better sight~ here you go, all set for later.”

You enjoyed Izuku’s company while finishing dinner, listening to him outline his workday while he cradled your legs in his lap. He'd had a pleasantly eventful one, with plenty to say about it. You’d play ‘two truths and a lie’ sometimes when he didn’t want to bore you with a particularly mind-numbing schedule, which pleased you just as well. You excelled at it, while he gave away his fictions every time- a terrible liar for the game, but great for a faithful partner, you reasoned.  You truly loved hearing him talk and talk, your love only growing at the domesticity of this feeling and never wanting that to change. 

Once you were done, you were honestly content to hear him continue his tangent, but it seems his inner discipline was stronger than yours. 

“Alright, now to attack that sink~”

You bemoaned again for his sake. But since you made such a small, affected noise, Izuku paused mid-rise, and sat back down a bit closer to you. He stretched an arm over the back of the couch, encouraging you to come closer and met you for a sweet kiss in the middle.

His mere presence reverted you to a younger self sometimes– one desperate for his attention, good or bad. It wasn't the loveliest impulse, but he clearly thinks it's all part of your charm seeing as he gives in every time, anyway.

“Thing is,” Izuku spoke softly while adoring the hand now placed in his, “If things keep going the way I think they’re going -the way I hope they’re going- it’s.. not hard to imagine that there’s gonna be both our dishes to clean up all the time. In our kitchen, in our home someday. So this is just practice, right? Seems perfectly normal to me. How it should be.”

That idea bloomed in your chest, the thought of sharing a home with him- where this exchange of chores and time together could be your new normal. Only it would be a future where he didn’t have to leave at the end of the night and go back to a bed with compact, collegiate-designed storage at the campus accommodations he stays in on the instructor's wing. He’s got enough to get him by, but he noticeably prefers your home here closer to downtown.

“And what happens when we both wanna ditch the dishes?” you countered sweetly.

Izuku smirked, “That’s what a dishwasher is for. Another thing we’d own together…”

“Forward thinking, there.” You relished that idea. 

Izuku nuzzled your forehead thoughtfully. 

“You’ve been doing things on your own for a long time– and it shows, sweetheart.”

His words came carefully, from a tender place spoken in confidence between you, referring to when you’ve spent other late nights like this one fueled with hot tea and a desire to keep ignoring the clock.

“And I know you’ve been used to that since you’ve been traveling so much, not even having roommates to help keep you company or lighten the load. I keep wishing I could have known you sooner, had more time with you before you had to learn some of those things the hard way… but I’m happy I get the chance to, now. I’m here now, and you’re not alone, so I hope you’ll let me take care of you when I can.”

With another happy sigh forcing your eyes shut, the mental will it took to not let the tears of a perpetual eldest daughter leave you was intense.

Izuku Midoriya never failed to hit the nail on the head when it came to pep talks; he does the same with his students. But why his ones aimed at you had to have a Full Cowling dash of heartfelt anecdotes in it, you don't know. But you're grateful. You're so grateful for him. 

“If you don’t quit talkin’ like that, Izuku, I will never let you leave this condo.”

He chuckled again, lifting your cheek for another kiss, “Twist my arm, love.”

Ultimately, he rose to quit distracting you, but not without you watching him leave with a hunger you’d never felt for another soul before. 

Cyan/Izuku Midoriya

Izuku x reader

Summary: Reader has moved to Japan (not specified from where) in order to attend the prestigious UA high school. The first day at their new school doesn't start out too great but eventually their able to make a new friend.

TW: A bit of teasing, not suggestive, mentioned bullying, didn't go into details though, referring to people as quirks, it happens like once but still.

Genre: Fluff, one-shot

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A/N: I took way too long to make this but on the bright side, I aced my exams! Anyway, I actually got way too invested in the reader's backstory. Don't know if you can tell but I really wanted to go in depth but if I did I'm pretty sure it would have turned out too wordy. I might use these two again, I'm invested in their story lol.

Mornings weren't usually as chaotic as this. No matter how begrudgingly, you would always wake up to your alarm, get ready, and head out the door in a respectable amount of time.

You recently moved to Japan in order attend the prestigious UA high school. Apparently you still weren't used to the time difference. You sprinted all around your apartment frantically grabbing what you could.

Notebooks, textbooks, pencils, pens, maybe a hair brush by accident. You weren't quite sure. You stumbled into your desk grabbing at a cyan journal that read "Quirk Notes" and stuffed it into your school bag. You would hate to leave that the very day you went to meet so many new people.

Once you had everything required for your first day, or more accurately, whatever you could grab on you way out, you bolted out the front door. Running down the stairs of the apartment building, you tried your best not to trip, finally making it to the sidewalk. You started to make your way towards the school, power walking, to keep from running into someone.

Once you arrived at the school you made your way to the classroom, stopping just short of the large and intimidating door. You took a deep breath, not only nervous about meeting so many new people at once but also the punishment that would no doubt take place due to your tardiness.

Not a great first impression.

You opened the door slowly, hoping at the very least you wouldn't interrupt in the middle of a lecture. Once the door was opened just enough to see inside you poked your head in.

'Where's the teacher? ' you asked yourself. You stepped into the classroom warily, but didn't see anyone. Did you come too early? No, you saw other classrooms in session as well as other students rushing through the halls on your way to the much too hard to find class. You walked to the other side of the room, looking out the windows, trying to find the answers to your questions.

The answer seemed to come from a distant explosion.

———

Midoriya was simultaneously on cloud nine and in fear for his life. On one hand he got another chance to see Kacchan's quirk in action during training, even if he isn't fighting the blonde himself. On the other hand Izuku was pretty sure a good 45% of the explosions were sent his way on purpose.

Soon the sparring session was over and in favor of avoiding Bakugo's heated glares Midoriya let his eyes wander around the facility. Towards his classmates, his teacher, and- oh that's new.

A figure stood at the entrance of the facility. They didn't seem to be someone he recognized so he looked to his teacher for assurance that this wasn't a surprise attack from the LOV. Aizawa turned towards their visitor and just sighed. "I suppose you're the new transfer then"

"Um- yes sir" the person replied with a bit of hesitation.

———

Aizawa briefly halted the training session in favor of you to introducing yourself to the class. He asked that you refrain from sharing your quirk, for an extra layer of training you guessed. Even if you wouldn't be able to participate in training today. As punishment for being late you had to sit out and complete a small amount school work that you missed in your absence.

Once the words started to melt together into one giant blob of grammar and numbers, you allowed your eyes to wander over to your classmates, trying to see what quirks you could make out just by looking.

There was one boy who had multiple arms, all connected by a thin layer of skin. Another who had circular shaped elbows that you later learned were some form of tape despencer. There was someone else who seemed to have a quirk that was a tail mutation, he used it well. There was also...floating..gloves? It was a bit hard to see from a distance, you guessed it was an invisibility quirk but there was no way to figure out more that that without getting closer.

Once it was time for the non-hero work related classes you did all you could to learn about every quirk in the room. A creation quirk, a sort of engine based quirk, multiple mutation quirks, and you finally found out what the bird guy's quirk is, who you now know as Tokoyami. You quickly learned who caused the explosions that you saw earlier today, Bakugo, and how, as well as who was able to withstand the detonations, Kirishima.

Soon enough the day was over, and although you weren't able to learn about everyone quirks, you were satisfied.

Outside of school, you didn't have much else planned. When you moved to Japan it was alone, your parents stayed back home, their jobs requiring them to. So seeing as you had a painful amount of free time, you opted to take some time to polish off your observations from the day in your notebook.

You were beginning to regret that decision.

You squinted at the bright pages in annoyance. While, yes, the sun did provide good lighting for your notes, it might have been a bit too good. It was hard to read or write anything when the white of the page jumped at you with a vengeance, causing a slight pain to form behind your eyes. Unable to complete your notes on a boy's, Kaminari you believe, electricity quirk, you had just about given up when a shadow cast over your paper.

Looking up, you were met with a tuft of green hair and a pair of the most beautifully expressive eyes you've ever seen, that only seemed to brighten with every passing second. A pretty and dark green that reminded you of emeralds. Long eyelashes too? damn. Freckles dotted his face, creating swerving constellations. Under his eyes, on his cheeks, down to his chin and– Was his mouth moving? Was he talking? To you? Oh.

As you blinked back into reality you realized that he was in fact talking, just... maybe not to you. Or anyone really. He was just as much in his own world as you were. You smiled a bit, giving yourself a few extra seconds to appreciate the boy as his gaze flicked to and fro, over your notes you realize.

As much as you were enjoying the view, he was starting to lean in a little closer, and if he snapped out of it on his own and realized you were starring, it was bound to get awkward.

"So, are you interested? " The muttering halted. He blinked once. Twice. Then his eyes widened and he turned beet red, more than you thought possible, the red of his cheeks now complementing the dark green of his eyes. Adorable.

So you opted not to back away as he leaned in closer. It gave you a better view of his freckles. Who could blame you?

Sadly, as soon as he became aware of the space, or lack thereof, between the both of you he jumped back as if he had been burned. He quickly apologized, tripping over his words.

Trying not to feel insulted, you give him a reassuring smile, hoping it calms him down even a little. "Woah! It's completely fine! I was just wondering if you had an interest" His apologies broke off into a strained sentence.

"If– If I'm interested? " He tensed and his eyes grew wider, the blush on his face still prominent. "Yeah" you chirped "I've always been interested in quirks myself, but I rarely meet people who appreciate them as much as I do. Usually people only care about their own quirks or don't bother imagining what they could do if they just broadened their point of view. "

He made a little sound reminiscent of an "oh" as he broke the eye contact you were so thoroughly enjoying. His shoulders dropped a bit, but when he looked back to you, his eyes seemed to twinkle with curiosity as well as a bit of something else. You decided to process that later.

"Y–yeah. I like quirks. Well I mean of course I like them. It would be kind of weird if I didn't. Not that someone has to like quirks in order to be normal–" You let out a breath of laughter.

"Don't worry. I get what you mean" huh— you've been smiling a lot during this conversation. "Actually, I'm surprised that a big shot like you is even interested in stuff like this." You teased before continuing, your smile dipping a bit.

"Most times when people hear that someone actually enjoys studying quirks they just stick their nose in the air, assumimg that for a person to be so interested in other people's quirks they must have a pretty weak quirk themselves" You rolled your eyes in exasperation as you thought back to all the lost causes that you had to deal with through school.

"Or no quirk at all"

"Huh? " you hadn't quite heard him.

He seemed surprised that he had said anything at all. "Oh no-nothing! I was just saying that people like that can be tiring to deal with! "

Your smile became a bit strained. The idea of anyone having malicious intent toward this boy gave you a gross feeling in your chest. Yeah, definitely processing that later. Or maybe not. Who knows?

"As much as I'm enjoying this angle, would you like to sit? My neck is starting to hurt" you laughed. He turned red once more, sputtering out apologies. The corner of your mouth quirked up a bit. You decided you liked that look on him.

Before he could go into another spiral, you grabbed a hold of his forearm, briefly appreciating the muscle he no doubt worked hard to build, and pulled him around to sit beside you. His word vomiting had ceased and he had went silent. You looked to his face- a bright red, his lips pressed into a hard line. You couldn't help but smile as you leaned in front of him so you could see him completely. He in turn did everything possible to not look you in the eye.

Maybe your first day wasn't as bad as you thought. You were looking forward to the rest of the school year.

ROOKIE DAD MISTAKES — mistakes they make as a first-time dad.

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. nobody said parenting was easy and nobody ever warned them of these slips ups.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bakugo katsuki x reader, kirishima eijiro x reader, shinso hitoshi x reader, todoroki shoto x reader, midoriya izuku x reader (SEPARATELY)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. no gender is specified (maybe a little in shinsou's and kirishima's), a lil angst in Kirishima's section, crack, fluff

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈,

STANDING IN FRONT OF THE "SPLASH ZONE:"

bakugo learns very rapidly that standing in the "splash zone" also speaks to baby girls and not just baby boys in a very unpleasant way.

he begins his traditional manner to set up for changing a diaper but with more acceleration than usual since he was already a tiny bit late for a meeting. While you offered to do it to let him free, he denied it. Messily, he loosened the diaper's seal around his little Katsumi's waist while rummaging for some fresher ones and wipes.

and just as he was doing relatively well, his baby looked at him with the most innocent look and peed on his white button-up and tie. It's safe to say he never got to that meeting.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈,

SPIT UP'S:

do you know how wives say that they wish their husbands could listen to them more? that's you. You've told repeatedly shinso not to bounce the baby promptly after she was finished feeding after your own experience, and of course, he never listened, so as a result of that, you decided you'd rather allow him to learn from his mistakes.

so right after nurturing his seven-month-old, shinso wipes her mouth first with her bib then released her from the confinements of her highchair. He sat her up in his arms and began to bounce her unconsciously while cleaning the art painted on her tray. When he finishes, he just glances at her broad e/c eyes —the matching hue as yours— and she stares up at him before puking on his shoulder.

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎,

EXPECTANCY OF BECOMING A SUPER-DAD:

from the moment you told kirishima that you were pregnant, he committed himself to becoming the perfect dad but did not discern that that concept was mythical, especially when he specializes as a pro-hero where his time is reduced. Slowly, he begins to descend for not arriving in time when you went into labor because someone was stuck underneath a truck or not witnessing his son's first breath since gunshots ranged out by a convenient club.

so, when he finally arrives —about an hour later— he apologizes, to both of you and you tell him that there are just some things he can't control and that's not his fault. Still not convinced by your words, you allow him to hold kenchi and told him to look at him if he was disappointed. There was not an ounce of disappointment in his eyes but rather replaced with drowsiness from being placed in his father’s arms as his eyes narrowed then finally dropped close.

he sobbed.

𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔,

LETTING YOUR BABY WATCH VIDEOS UNSUPERVISED:

midoriya realizes that it takes merely three minutes for his toddler to take 176 impoverished pictures of himself, delete important files, and text "hsbdyomenhs44%" to bakugo.

he decided why not a little screen time while he cooks dinner before you arrive home, so he puts on an All Might compilations in hopes his child would grow up to adore All Might as he'd. Positioning his toddler in his playpen, he places ingredients in the crockpot that takes about two hours to cook before he goes to check up on Daiki. Later approaching the playpen, he realizes that setting a two-year-old alone with his phone wasn't be the best idea after witnessing his son watching a music video consisting of guns and women's nodding asses.

(unrelated note, I was inspired by this funny tik tok 😭)

𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎,

POKING A SLEEPING BABY:

todoroki frets over everything. Rather if his son is sneezing or giggling, he has the suspicion that everything is trying to strike his baby.

He spends his time hanging around the crib his entire maternity leave making sure his son is still living. Once, and only once, he felt like his son wasn't breathing, so in conclusion, he began to panic and poke around to check for movement. You both didn't get any sleep that night.

BIG FISH ! ─✦

─✦𝔠𝔴. nothing, deku going fishing with his son and it turns out to be a disaster </3

Thinking about how you propose and idea to Midoriya about taking his son fishing as a father-son bonding activity.

Thinking about Midoriya hesitantly agreeing, wanting to restore a sense of normality between them since it has been stolen from their lives as soon as Midoriya decided he wanted to be the number one hero.

Thinking about how Midoriya hesitates because he had no father figure in his life to enjoy fishing with and therefore, has no idea what to do.

Thinking about Midoriya in his cute bucket hat and vest, sitting on a dock in a camping chair. His son, who's wearing similar clothes, but sports a life vest instead of a traditional vest, is cheerfully conversing with him. The wiggly bait is not yet seducing for fish to bite.

Thinking about how his son's hook gets caught on a log or maybe entangled in a plastic bag so Midoriya hands him his so he can get it unstuck.

Thinking about how his son tries to warn his father that he feels like something, something rather heavy, is nibbling on the bait, but Midoriya's mind is on how to untangle the hook.

Thinking about how midoriya jumps at the sound of a large splash and a cut-off shout. How quickly he realizes that the massive fish had pulled his son into the water.

Thinking about how quickly the over-protective father and hero clash inside of him as he reacts, diving headfirst into the water to rescue his son (despite he's wearing a life vest).

Thinking about how Midoriya pulls him from the water, the fishing rod as well in his hand and the fish still intact, later revealing to be a 95-pound catfish.

Thinking about how his son is laughing at the frightening moment, wanting to fish again next weekend.

Just thinking about Midoriya being in father and son things </3

BNHA boys when you cook together

Summary: How would Bakugo, Todoroki, Kaminari, Kirishima and Midoriya go when you have the house to yourself and want to use the kitchen?

A/N: This was also a little bit rushed, I’m trying to get a few things out while I write a larger fic... (Todoroki’s part made me so soft ngl) Please Enjoy!!

Bakugo:

Usually, he’d tell you to stay out of the kitchen

Maybe because he thought you would hurt yourself or if he was trying to treat you to a meal

Yells at you if you try to help, but you laugh it off

Have fun trying to tell him the whole point of your date was to cook together

After some major convincing, he lets you into his mother’s kitchen

Both of his parents were out, leaving the two of you alone

Mitsuki had purposefully made sure she was out of the house so you two could cook without her interfering

Bakugo struggles with letting you do things, not because he didn't trust you...

Yes, it was because he didn’t trust you

He takes cooking very seriously, so he certainly took charge

“Hey, do you need any help slicing the vegetables?”

“NO GO SIT DOWN”

“Katsuki, the whole point was for us to cook together!”

You sneak in and began preparing the meat behind him

He knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn’t stop you because he felt slightly guilty for ruining what was supposed to be a date

Still yells at you if it smells a bit burnt, though

Criticises every move you make, but only because he feels like he needs to yell at something

You laugh at him, though, nudging him as he scoops the vegetables into a bowl

Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you focused on transferring the meat from the pan to two plates

What you didn’t notice was how Bakugo had stopped in his tracks

His eyes were unwavering, trained on your face

The focused glisten in your eyes as you arranged the meat had him mesmerised

He thought he could get away with staring

But you turned to see him directly at you

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be finishing the vegetables?”

“Tsk, I was thinking about finishing off the other food in the kitchen”

“Katsuki!”

“I MEANT THE MEAT, IDIOT”

Todoroki:

This boy is lost in the kitchen without you

Before you started dating, the only thing he knew how to make was cold soba

The first time you were alone in your home together and you asked Todoroki if you could make something, he was clueless

He insisted that you decide and that he would do it for you

After pulling out the equipment and ingredients for a simple rice bowl, you left him alone

You had full trust in him

He was smart enough, right?

However, he stood at the bench and stared at the recipe for nearly ten minutes

His lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows were furrowed as he studied that which was in front of him

He didn’t want to have to disrupt you by asking for help

You began to get worried, not hearing any movement from the kitchen

You got up, and hurried from your room to where Todoroki stood

“Shouto?”

He jumped, putting down the bag of rice he had been glaring at

The expression on his face made you laugh

“Can’t figure out how to cook the rice, hey? What do you need help with?”

“Everything”

“Everything?”

You couldn't help but laugh at him, especially at how his left side turned slightly pink

“It’s okay, Sho. I couldn’t figure out the rice cooker my first time either”

Reassuring him that you weren’t making fun of him, you took him through the steps of making the rice bowl

He started to get the hang of it, insisting that he could cut the vegetables and prepare the little bit of beef

Of course, you stayed close by, monitoring each of his movements

Slowly, he became quick confident in his skills, proud of his meal that he presented to you

The beef was a little burnt and the chives were shredded, but it was his tiny smile of achievement that made you love the meal even more

Cooking together became a fun little date thing for the two of you

You helped familiarise him with many forms of baking and he appreciated it heaps

It paid off, because he was always so proud of his cooking that he’d save you a bit for lunch the next day

Kaminari:

Get him out of the kitchen right now

Kaminari thinks he’s good, and he knows his way around the space, I feel

But something always goes wrong

Mostly over the stove, in the oven, or the microwave, of course

Unfortunately, you couldn’t really cook either

When it came to cooking, the two of you shared one braincell that bounced between you

But that braincell would think that you didn’t need to put water in the pot with the noodles when you cook it

You were screwed

It was Kaminari’s idea to cook a simple chocolate cake packet mix, because you had the responsibility to realise you shouldn’t suggest it

When you saw that it was a packet mix, you agreed

This idiot would try to be funny and mix the dry mix together, only to inhale it and start a massive coughing fit

The eggs would definitely leave a bit of shell in the batter

You’d get ahead of yourself, forgetting to melt the butter before adding it to the mix

The two of you would try to mix the butter into the batter together

Hands over each other’s on the spoon, you slowly began to cream the butter

It took a massive amount of effort and strength, but there were still frozen butter chunks left over

“Hey, maybe I could melt it with a few sparks!”

“Denki, no”

He thinks he’s being smart and innovative but he’s just special

The milk was the only thing that went successfully, measuring the right amount and only having a tiny spillage

You poured the batter into the cake tin and set the timer and heat to what was advised on the package

To distract him from setting the oven no fire, you led him to the couch

The two of you many or many not have snuck in a cheeky makeout session

When the oven’s timer went off, you both bolted to the kitchen

Fixing yourselves up first, of course

Kaminari almost forgot to put on oven mitts and went to grab the burning hot tin with his bare hands

The cake was a little burnt and you could see some chunks of butter that still hadn’t melted, somehow

But, when Kami went to get the cake out of the tin, he stopped

“Babe, did you lube the tin up?”

“No...”

“Damn it”

Yeah, you couldn’t get the cake out of the tin

Kirishima:

Sunshine boy’s actually quite good in the kitchen

Mainly because he’s able to improvise when something goes wrong with a happy attitude

He always gets his meat perfectly cooked, you don’t know how

You’re half decent at cooking too, having done some at school

The only thing that you struggled with was meat, which was perfect when you started dating Kiri

You both cook quite regularly together, especially on study dates to take a break

Kirishima would say it was unmanly to make you cook alone, even if you wanted to

Yes, Kiri, it is manly to help a lady in the kitchen, you’d think

Honestly, you’re whole relationship is you being super proud of him

But anyways

He’s more likely to forget the smaller things

Like, you could be halfway through preparing something for the oven when you call to him without taking your eyes off the food

“Hey, is the oven preheating, handsome?”

“Uh, I’ll do that right now”

Or, you could be preparing a fruit salad, and he dumped a bunch of cut strawberries into the bowl

“Did you wash those, Eijiro?”

“Argh, damn it, I’ll do it now. Sorry, pebble”

“Don’t worry about it”

You’d laugh at how he got flustered about forgetting when it wasn’t a big deal

He’s just trying to impress you, please let him

Doesn’t let you use one of the big knives

If you have to use it, or you insist you’ll be fine, he’ll be hovering over your shoulder just to make sure you don’t get hurt

Anything in the kitchen that poses any threat to your safety he’s doing

You manage to convince him otherwise, but if you do get hurt...

That’s another topic for another day

Whatever the two of you were making would be made to perfection, maybe not Bakugo’s standard but just the way you like it

Remember, in the kitchen with Kiri, you always come first

Midoriya:

Surprisingly, you were the one who couldn’t cook in the relationship

No way Midoriya was able to cook by himself either, so he couldn’t take the reigns

Both of you love doing soft things for dates, so cooking together was something that came up in conversation a lot

He was well aware that you only knew how to boil water to make instant noodles, but he didn’t mind

Sure, he wasn’t much better than that either

So, you decided to set aside a day when his mum could teach you

He’d much rather Inko teaching him to cook than some random he paid

To him, his mum’s cooking is the best in the world

Of course you let out an ‘aw’ when he said that

When the day arrived, Inko had chosen a meal for the both of you to make with her guidance

Katsudon - Midoriya’s favourite

He was so excited that you couldn’t help but giggle

Inko knew this was supposed to be a date for the two of you, so she gave you the instructions and a few pointers

At the beginning, she watched on for a distance

Midoriya would mumble to himself about measuring the ingredients in cups instead of grams

While he’s still trying to calculate it, you had already poured it into the bowl dedicated for the sauce

He apologises for getting distracted, which you wave off

You always found his mumbling moments cute

Once she saw that you two were capable, Inko told you to call out to her when you needed help and left you two alone

Now it was finally a more of a date setting, not that you minded Inko’s presence at all

Midoriya immediately got more mumbly and blushy when you were alone

Mostly because he was kind of freaking out that something would go wrong

“Izuku, baby, the rice is done”

“Oh, of- of course... I’ll get it”

Everything was going relatively smoothly anyway, that was until you had to crumb the pork

Both of you were at a loss, so you called in Inko for help

Midoriya constantly mumbled almost the entire time when Inko wasn’t in the kitchen

This caused for you to have to hold his hand to calm him down

Baby boy thanked you so much, claiming that you were mainly the one to cook

Which was true, he constantly found himself asking for your help

You didn’t mind, finding the whole situation really cute

The katsudon might not have been the best, but he loved it

That was because his two favourite people helped him make it

Slowly, as he got more confident in the kitchen, he’d make you small things all the time

But, being a mama’s boy, there was always a bit of Inko flare

Deku X Reader

Missing Date Night

You had planned this date months ahead to your boyfriend’s busy schedule, but it seems like he forgot yet again.

Contains: slight angst, fluff ending

You were so excited about your date that you took the time to remind Izuku about it every 5 minutes. Purging his phone with various messages of Hope you’re excited for tonight!! And Don’t forget it’s at 6 <3.

You put on your favorite outfit for this date, taking extra time to get ready, and drove to the restaurant. Not only was it difficult to get a reservation there, but this restaurant was also a huge staple for your relationship with Izuku, since you had your first date here.

The waiter lead you to the far back where the private dinning area was hidden. This was the only way you could share private time with your boyfriend out in public. Under normal circumstances he would be bombarded with fans asking for pictures and autographs. The crowd would separate the two of you for who knows how long, but nothing would happen this time. Everything would perfect.

That’s what you thought at least. Sitting there patiently waiting for your green haired partner to arrive.

You held onto hope, ordering drinks and food for the both of you. All the hope you had dwindled away when the restaurant started closing at 10.

The entire time there was spent by yourself and the sympathetic waiter. “I’m sure he’ll show soon,” she said. “Maybe he’s busy. I’m sure being the number one hero is a hard job.” She even brought you a free dessert when closing hours hit as an apology for kicking you out.

You weren’t sure what made you feel worse: knowing that you were walking away from this date by yourself or how small the waiter made you feel with her empty promises.

The urge to reach for you phone and contact Izuku took over you with an overwhelming rage. How could he forget about you? Were you really not that important to him? Are you really that forgettable?

A confrontation was forming in your mind the entire way home, but it wasn’t used. Because he wasn’t home. There was no sign that he had ever been home to get ready for your date.

You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, typing aggressively while tears made your hands slick. Why aren’t you home yet?

He never opened the message.

It was 1 in the morning when Izuku finally made it home, exhaustion pulling at his body. He took his time taking off his shoes when a takeout box caught his eye. He hurriedly grabbed his phone, checking the date, as dread swept over him. How did he forget? Sure he had a ton of work to do, but you had planned this date for the longest. He knew how excited you were to have your own time with him away from his work.

He knocked on the bedroom gently, not expecting to find you asleep. When he saw the dried tears on your face his heart sank. He had to make this up to you somehow.

You felt soft kisses on your face the next morning and promptly turned over not wanting to talk to the man in front of you. He didn’t deserve your attention today, not after what he did to you last night. A sigh could be heard, “I deserve that,” Izuku said. “I’m sorry about what happened yesterday, baby. I really am.”

“Where were you,” you mumbled, your arm hiding your face from him.

“The agency.” You hummed knowing that would be his answer. “I got caught up in work an—“

“And you lost track of time, I know,” you sniffled.

He reached out turning you to face him and wiping the tears from your face. “I’m really sorry, honey. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You averted your eyes from him, “I’m tired of all the empty promises Izuku. I just…you never following through with what you say.”

“I know darling…I know. I can keep the promise this time though. I have today off and rescheduled our dinner date. See,” he held his phone out. Showing the time of the reservation. “I made breakfast too.”

“Izuku…,” he reached out to hold you whispering apologies in your ear. He knew he could unintentionally ignore you at times when he’s deep in his work, but it was never like this.

“How about this. Next time there’s a date I’ll plan it. It’ll be harder for me to forget if I coordinate it, you know?” You nodded against his chest, attempting to collect yourself.

You would do anything to fix the bumps in your relationship with Izuku and you can tell he would do the same. That’s what made you love him so much.

Deku X Reader

Love Sick

Love Sick Deku that lays in bed at night remembering the first day he meet you, the medic at UA. He remembers the way his heart swelled at the first sight of you and how soft your hands were as you examined his injuries. The way your voice sounded so sweet as you suggested different ways to prevent future injuries.

Love Sick Deku who comes back to your office the next day with another injury on his arm. He couldn’t help but love the way you scolded him for his actions. He knew he should’ve been paying attention to what you were saying, but he couldn’t bring himself to heed your warning. Especially when you gave him an earful after showing up 2 weeks in a row. Every time there was a request to see you you knew it was him. You couldn’t help the sigh you let out wherever you saw his injuries.

Love Sick Deku who denies it every time his co-workers call him out for getting hurt on purpose. He can’t help that the villain manages to hit him every time. Even when he just stood there and took the hit, he did it for quirk analysis. Everyone knew the truth though, especially Bakugo. “If you don’t go ask her out I’ll do it myself.” Deku couldn’t help the way his eyes lit up at his friend’s suggestion. “You would do that for me Kacchan?” “Hell no! I’ll ask her to go on a date with me.”

Love Sick Deku who walks into the office bashfully asking to see you once again. He hated to admit it, but he knew if Bakugo asked you out you would most definitely say yes. He was tense the entire time you examined him. There wasn’t much to say since he only had a single scratch on the back of his hand, but you couldn’t stop your curiosity. “Have you been getting hurt on purpose?” Deku’s attention snapped to you immediately, “What makes you think that?” “You’ve been in here for the past 2 weeks and now you’re here with a simple scratch.”

Love Sick Deku who inhales deeply before professing his love for you in one breath. He continues to ramble on about how much he loves you before asking the most important question. “In short I wanted to ask you if you would go out with me?” Your silence had his mind racing. Maybe he got there too late and Bakugo already asked. Maybe you have a boyfriend already. “I’d love to go out with you.”

Love sick Deku whos every concern left his mind at those few words. He couldn’t help the way he picked you up and swung you around. Date ideas rushing through his mind. He put you down quickly, realizing how close you two were. “I’ll see you this weekend at 12 okay,” he yelled rushing out the door. You couldn’t even mention how you didn’t get his number before he was gone.

Love sick Deku who did came back the next day to get your number.

Hey! I was wondering if you could write Izuku x reader he thinks the reader is somewhat enigmatic because no one knows anything about them, so he tried to and realizes that they don't have any friends? Sorry if it's kinda angsty 😅 and feel free not to write it if you don't want. (If you do, could you make it gender neutral?) Thank you and I love your writing <3

Of course I can! thank you so much for sending this request in it was so much fun to write. I hope this met up to your expectations. I decided to add a little bit of angst for flavor. Once again thank you for this request and feel free to make another one if you would like. 😊

Izuku X Reader

Strangely Alone

Izuku has an analysis page for everyone and when I say everyone I mean everyone. He even goes into to a deep dive of what everyone can do and how they interact. For example, Bakugo can only make a few large explosions before his quirk dwindles out, and he always smells like sugar when he walks by.

He did this list for every person he met hero or not, but there was one person that he was missing. You.

He could never understand you and your habits, he couldn’t even understand your quirk. It caught him by surprise at first. The thought of him not knowing anything about you only made him more curious.

He took his time watching you, hoping to find any pattern in your movements or other mannerisms. Yet, he found nothing. You didn’t talk to anyone in class, not even at lunch when everyone has a chance to mingle. Everyday you sit by yourself with no one to talk to, in fact, it seemed that no one tried to talk to you. You kind of reminded him of Shoto and his quiet ways, but Shoto became friendlier over time unlike you.

You always sat with you head in the clouds or writing in your notebook. He would even catch some of his friends whispering about you and how you were still “studying” even though the exam was over. Little did they know that you heard every word they said.

It’s not that you wanted to sit by yourself with your book as your only form of company. You wanted to talk, to laugh, to have friends. You wanted it all, but it was hard for you when it came to those types of things. You didn’t realize how much the lack of friendship would affect you.

You made efforts to talk plenty of times before, but no one ever heard you. No one besides the half asleep teacher at least, he didn’t count in your book. You even found yourself crying at some point, all the frustration of trying to make new friends slowing breaking you down.

The more you sat alone the worse the thoughts got. Why am I always alone? Why is talking so hard for me? Is one person too much to ask for? You had to keep your head down to hide the tears, each thought slowly consuming you.

Izuku noticed you sitting by yourself once again, but something seemed different about it this time. You weren’t writing anything down or eating, you were just sitting by yourself. Something about you called to him. Without hesitation he grabbed his tray, ignoring all of his friends questioning faces, and walked to your table.

“Is this seat taken?” He questioned. You looked at him in awe, your eyes shining for your tears. You shook your head, allowing the green haired boy to take a seat. “Today’s training was really difficult, right?” He was trying to make any attempt at a conversation and his efforts seemed to be paying off.

“It was, but I’m sure there was a good reason for it. We all know how our teacher is.”

Izuku agreed with you and continued to make small talk. By the end of the period you found out that you had some things in common. You both liked the same hero’s and both struggled in the same subject. Ther was even a small disagreement over what kind of katsudon was better. Yours was obviously better.

The bell marking the end of lunch caught you by surprise. The time never went by this fast when you sat alone. You liked the change. You liked the company. “Can we eat together again tomorrow?” You asked as you put your tray away.

“Of course.” Yeah. You definitely liked the company.