welcome to the rules - take some time and make sure to read them over before requesting anything.
Requests
đđ˝ headcannons and drabbles (more common)
đđ˝ I do write full fics in the future but those will be my own ideas,it wont be lengthy at first, but it depends on where my inspiration takes me.
Timing
đđź Please keep in mind that im a university student. Iâll most likely post on the weekend, but i will try and be consistent.
đđź When it comes to drabble i am much quicker to answer.Â
Fandoms i write for (currently)
đđ˝BNHAÂ
đđ˝Haikyuu
Who i will not write
đ đ˝ââď¸Â female characters
BNHA
đ đ˝ââď¸Â All might, Endeavour, Mineta,Spinner, ua teachers (exc. shouta)
I am all caught up on both manga and anime in both fandoms so i do not mind characters that have not been animated, but if they dont have too much information on their personality i may requect the request.
what i will write
đđ˝Fluff
đđ˝Slight angst (I like a happy ending)
đđ˝suggestive situations not smut (yet)
What i wont write
đđźÂ specific body types or images
đđź direct depictions of mental health
đđźreactions to abuse
Thank you for reading and understanding and lets have some fun!
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Thank you guys for all the support! Truly amazing that my first focus did better than my expectations. Schools a little busy but I have plenty of things in the works
Authors Note: This isnt a fic, just a little mind drabble of keigo, better known as hawks and his life as a teenager.
Keigo's teenage life consisted of three things. Training, resting and learning all protocols regarding Safety and Battle. As he sat in his room reading his handbook on Pro Hero regulations, he softly lays his non injured cheek on his palm wincing at the rough calluses that scrape his jaws. He eyes his blistering fingers and rubs his palms together to create warmth within his hands. During the winter season is when Keigo suffers the most. His hands are always a reflection of his hard work, covered in bruises, scrapes and calluses that only are replaced by fresh ones within the next few days. The cold winds against his hands numb his senses, usually resulting in more unwanted punctures from the lack of pain. His training only increases in difficulty with every passing day, his mentors asking more from him than what he mentally thinks is impossible. Yet he always aims to please them, their praises are the only form of affection heâs been exposed to in the past 10 years. He wouldnât want to do anything to jeopardize it, the only alternative being criticisms that dig holes into his already fragile sense of confidence, so he works himself to the bone to achieve whatever their hearts desired from him, even if it risks his mental and physcial health. Strict rules were given to him since the young age of seven and havenât diminished in any aspect. He is not allowed to associate with any other people that arenât within his organization, this includes children, heroes or his parents ever since theyâve given up their custodial rights to him. But he canât help the curiosity that picks away at him when he occasionally sees a few students during his morning flights over the city. They look so happy and lively. One girl in particular even waved at him. Her eyes shined with awe as their gaze followed him soar across the buildings above. Never had he felt such admiration, the way she was marvling at him with such excitement at a sight never seen before. He had the pleasure of crashing into a window as his attention was overshadowed by watching her observe him. He could hear the girls surprised yet concerned scream, but he quickly recovered, holding the injured cheek in question before flapping away in embarrassment. He wanted to see her again, he needed to feel this sensation again. The look of recognition is something he quickly craved. His feathers perk up at a realization. Maybe if he hurried, he could check around that area to catch her walking back on that trail with the rest of the students. He puts his book down and decides to slip on his coat in anticipation to have a stress free moment to roam the city and stretch his wings, but his true intentions of bumping into you drive him completely. Risking the possibility of a bad conduct mark on personal file was worth it to have even a few seconds of admiration. And with that thought he opens his window and hops out.
Astumu was always the energetic one, but he is highly intelligent and carries more social standing. His first best friend is his brother, but Osamu is also his first rival. Everything that he gets is also given to his brother. Regardless of his achievements or hobbies, they're always compared to Osamu. Any original thought he has will never be acknowledged because he is a twin. They both were put in the same sport, and they each took different positions. Based solely on the fact that astumu idolizes the setter position, I can assume he likes to be the center of attention without any flashy moves. He strives for perfection because when he does good, so does everyone else. He takes this position seriously because your entire team falters if your team setter isnât 100%. Regardless of his personality entails, he holds himself to such a high standard because of this. When heâs praised for his skill is the only time he gets his recognition apart from Osamu. Since his brother is a middle blocker, their skills are praised differently. He looks like he has a big ego, girls always fawning over him, grinning and teasing the other players, but heâs just enjoying the attention. When heâs not standing by his brother and gets complimented, he feels this sense of pride. Indeed, he finally stands out to be seen as a separate person instead of a pair over the moon. I fully believe this is why he went blonde. It's a more in your face color, representing how he kind of wants to stand out and be the sun, if you will. In comparison, Osamu is grey-haired, more subtle like the shadows, or a reference to being the clouds. When people always say Osamu is the more pleasant twin, sweeter, and more accepted, it still hits stumu the wrong way. He may lash out negatively and storm out, but I know heâs hurt for days emotionally and mentally. He wanted to be his person and loved for his qualities, but heâs ALWAYS the mischievous and loud brother, But heâs the hardest working one (as stated by Osamu himself in the manga). He will work until his whole body doesnât move. He makes silent moves that will show when heâs on the court. All people see is his successes but not his failures. Only his team and brother witnesses his moments of weakness. Heâs his own hardest critic, so when his brother picks on these insecurities, he will feel the worlds against him. His brother is his best friend and rival. To have Osamu give up volleyball after high school disappointed him much..but he wouldnât give up on his brother and decides to continue their rivalry but shift it to who will be more successful or happier. Astumu, even if he doesnât admit it, loves his brother, and if he didnât have him, no one would understand his antics. His brother can take his fighting (verbal or physical) and wonât ever turn his back to him. His brother is his haven, not to be perfect. That's why in the time skip astumus ego and confidence seem to have taken a hit. His brother is always busy, and astumus career moves him around, so he doesnât get a chance just to let loose and just act like his imperfect self. I think that's why his girlfriend, at first, will get SUPER special treatment. He will appear perfect 24/7 around you. He will pull the perfect boyfriend routine, keeping up this charade even if you secretly have his heart at that point. But you will have his soul when he breaks down and comes to you. If he confides in you, donât take it for granted. It takes him ALOT to show his weak side. So if he does, it means heâs with you for the long run. You are, at that point, his wife. He just hasn't made it official if he tells you everything. But he will always be scared to show you all his faults because he wants you to have a strong man, worried that if he can't give you that, you will leave. And if you leave, he'll be alone. Your support is the primary source of energy for him. If you go, he wouldn't know how to put the pieces together. Especially since his brother isnât around, his team is friends, donât get me wrong, bokuto and everyone are his pals, but they donât know what his brother does. He is a cuddly man. Once you know everything, his affection will be constant. He is big on PDA for two reasons; He loves you and never wants you to forget that. He wants to spoil you with affection and everything because it was something he lacked for so long AND because he is happy for the first time. Like genuinely in bliss. He canât help it. He wants everyone to know that you're his because heâs always scared someone better is still out there. That is my honest take on Atsumu Miyaâs character and what type of boyfriend he would be.
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I am Hawks. The man who's a bit too fast. A society where heroes can enjoy a little boredom... I'll make it happen, I promise, at my trademark top speed.
âMaybe I failed this time, but Iâm not giving up. Â Iâll show them Iâve got what it takes to make it to the hero course, and Iâll become a greater hero than all of you.â
Summary: As a Pro Hero Shinsou reminices over his high school crush. When he finally sees her grown into an amazing hero, hes wants to finally develop a connection.
Authors note: @shinausâ @serokeiâ Shoutout to my soulmate for giving me some amazing feedback. Thank you so much.Â
Shinsou trains every.single.day. Since high school, heâs had a riding schedule of training sessions that push him past his limits, both physical and mentalâwaking up in the early mornings, always beating the sun to start a morning run followed by rigorous sparing with Aizawa and ending the day with hours of self-practice and meditation. Itâs been six years since, and itâs formed into a necessary habit. Once this routine was an outlet that allowed him to overcome his quirkâs insecurities, but now it was something he prided himself in. His results werenât instant, but they were blossoming on the battlefield. Aizawa has noticed his growing confidence and allows Shinsou to patrol the neighborhood on his own individually. As time goes by, Shinsou has gained potential in his future as an underground Pro Hero while keeping his high school friendships afloat. Denki and Midoriya being the ones who come over often, whether to eat or share stories of their latest achievements, are deemed his best friends. Every so often, he will come across his old school mates and give a couple of hellos or offer to buy them a drink, but one strange relationship he has yet to define was his, with you.
He wouldnât call you both friends, as a friend is defined as a bond of mutual affection. His affection towards you was confusing. He always had a strong feeling, a pull of attraction towards you that was unexplainable. He admired your standing within the Hero community, but his interaction with you was minimal. Not for the lack of trying. Even in school, as he could do was watch you from the sidelines as you struggled to cope with the lack of power your quirk held. Your abnormality was called Immortality.
It allowed your body to regenerate any limb, heal any wounds, and filter any potions. Of course, you were able to recover relatively quickly, depending on the degree of injury, but that didnât mean you couldnât feel all the pain that comes with it. In the school tournaments, heâd watch as your arm was broke in four places before your opponent cracks your skull against the concrete floor. His heart halted before shattering in pieces watching your limp body pinned down and twisted like a broken rag doll. Your entire body returned to normal within three minutes, but he could tell your spirit crushed. You gained the nickname of the 'Human Punching Bag' from that day forward, the persona following you into your senior year.
He always wished he could help you, hold you close to him, and tell you everything would be alright, but he was no better. To this day, he regrets never standing by your side to be your supporter instead of a bystander. Every time he sees you, heâs shocked. You beam with newfound confidence, not unlike himself, but your new skills were subtle to the untrained eye. He approaches you whoever youâre near, but he never got more than the usual âHelloâ and âGoodbye.â Shinsou did not know what to expect. You were an acquaintance of each otherâs agencies, never spending more than ten minutes in the same room, yet he wanted so badly to change that. Your undeniable aura was intoxicating to him. He could sense you a mile away and wait in anticipation while you make your way towards him, only for you to ignore him altogether as you pass him by.
However, today he would attempt to establish a strong relationship with you. Denki took it upon himself (was a nosy and meddling friend) to dig around and informed Hitoshi that you always trained in room 10 of Aizawa agency to practice hand to hand combat. After hearing this unwanted material, he took this opportunity as a chance to get closer to you finally. As he stands in the doorway, watching you stretch your arm behind your head, he feels his chest tighten. The fear of rejection starts to loom over. If he messes up this chance, would you ever give him a second chance? Itâs all or nothing at this point.
He fixes his tank top strap, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before walking towards you. "Good morning." He watches you turn towards the direction of his voice, giving a slight nod before returning to your original position. He crouches down next to you, dropping his capture weapon to his side. "Do you want to spar together?" His head tilts to the side, observing you as you relax and return his gaze. You shrug your shoulders, giving off a neutral stance on the question, but it was all he needed. He had your full attention, no outside forces to interrupt or take him away. He stands up and holds his hand out, a friendly gesture that pulls a confused stare from you. When Hitoshi realizes your apprehension, he nervously rubs the back of his neck, contemplating if he was pushing you past your limits. As he starts to pull his hand back, heâs startled as your soft fingers graze his palm. You lift yourself, looking at him with a little concern, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. "Did I do something?" He takes a step closer to you as his protective nature is suddenly switched on. "Is something bothering you- is someone messing with you?" The thought that there are still people bothering you, possibly pushing you into an awkward position, makes his blood boil. Such a quiet person, you always keep to yourself, who would dare to tarnish what little peace you try to give yourself.Â
"No ones have ever done that before."
His concentration breaks, finally harboring the first complete sentence youâve even uttered towards him. Your voice so soft and sweet, without a hint of malice. He would replay it over and over for the rest of his life. "Done what? Say good morning?"
You shake your head slowly, looking at the hands entwined together. "No ones ever wanted to touch me after seeing me regenerate my limbs in High School." Shinsou looks at your hand and smiles a little, feeling bold from your small admission. "As long as itâs you, id touch it all day long, no wait-" His realization has his hair stands up. You burst out laughing from Hitoshi's chaotic state. "Iâm not saying Iâd touch you like that, not that I donât want to touch you. If you want, I will touch you in both ways, but-God I canât shut up. You know what I mean! I donât mind touching or being around you! Stop Laughing, God, Iâm just digging myself into a hole." He messes up his hair in embarrassment as your laughs bounce off the walls. You're bending over, holding your stomach as your laughs become strained. He may have just made a fool out of himself, but to see you enjoying yourself, your warm giggles filling up the room, he couldnât let another day go by without it. "Please, stop, I-I canât breathe! My stomach hurts." You cry, lying on the ground letting a few strangled chuckles out. "I needed that, so badly. Thank you, Shinsou."Your hand rubs over your stomach before slowly sitting up and wiping the stray tears from your cheeks. Shinsou? He stands there in disbelief. You knew his name! His heart started to race when you look at him, a smile adorning your delicate features. "Will you be my sparring partner?" He nods excitedly, his eyes focused more on your happy state than the actual words. "Iâll tell you what, if you beat me, I will treat you to breakfast. However, I warn you. Iâm 10x better than in high school. So you better come at me with all you g-" you cut yourself off as a vital fabric wraps around your wrist in a death grip. You shift the weight on your heels, pulling against the captured weapon in shinsouâs arm. If beating you guarantees another intimate moment alone, he wonât hold back any punches. Determination burns in his eyes as he bends down into a fighting stance. His muscles tense at your playful expression while a grin spreads across his face."Be careful what you wish for doll face."
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I know my blog has posted a lot of BNHA posts, but I also adore haikyuu. After reading both Haikyuu and BNHA up to date i have a really good grasp on their characters.
Feel free to also send an ask if you want more deph on a single character. I know most characters pretty throughly and I enjoy a challenge. So i will tag these types of posts with #DeeperDiver.
Warnings: Fluffy fluff, little agurments, angst (if you squint)
Summary: Shoutos has been gifted with your presence which blossums into a wonderful friendship and hes never been happier, but he wants to know, does he make you as happy?
Authors note: just a little fic. Not edited completely đ
In all the years Shouto has lived he has never felt more complete as he does right now. He finds himself in his third year, surrounded by friends, whom he considers family. Each classmate gives him a sense of belonging that he was neglected in his younger years. The amount of support his mentors and fellow comrades have expressed has molded him into a better hero. One person, in particular, has changed him, but into a better man. Every glance and laugh they share has only left a warm within him. The late-night conversations you both had are memories he fondly revisits when he feels low. He canât help the smiles that threaten to show when the end of his high school journey approaches. His mind is filled with thoughts of his classmates, and if he will be able to maintain the strong bonds, heâs created with each of them.
As shouto glances at you, he realizes he no longer hides his smile. You naturally bring him into a happy mood without much effort. The memories you both share always warm his heart, each moment better than the last. This isnât to say you both didnât have your arguments. The smallest of things, but at one point, shouto made the mistake of taking his anger out on you. The stress that weighed on his shoulders became overbearing, and it showed. You being the wingless angel he knows, approached him to cheer him up, but unfortunately, no good deed goes unpunished. He yelled a cold blast of wind, threatening your existence surrounded the room youâre in as he blamed you for his hidden insecurities and fears that quickly brought you to tears. It took weeks for shouto to get the courage to face you without crumbling, shame written all over his face as he begged for your forgiveness. He had never felt such a crippling fear, the thought of losing you made him sick, and he vowed to never let it happen again. He became more aware of his actions, always thinking before he speaks around you. At first, it concerned you as he looked like he was fighting an internal battle, but you both turned it into something healthy. You informed him that he can ask if heâs unsure, that as long as he didnât yell, you would be okay with it. Little did you know he had so many questions, some that genuinely showed his innocence.
"If you're upset, would you prefer drinks first, then food, or food first then drinks? I donât understand the protocol of comfort because depending on the level of anger, you might want something elseâŚ.so? Which would you prefer?"
"I like it when you rub my head, but I donât know if this is too intimate of action between friends; I donât want you to be uncomfortable. Yet you have played with my hair on a few occasions, and I wanted to make it known that I enjoy it. Is it possible to do it more often? Should I ask you first or wait until you naturally offer?"
"If youâre obviously cold, should I provide you my jacket or hold your hand? My quirk is very useful in the winter, but if you prefer my jacket, I would happily offer it to you, but isnât it more practical for me to keep you close and provide warmth?"
These cute questions are mostly concerning your boundaries; little did you know that you harbored Shoutosâ mind more than heâs willing to admit. Itâs become a natural thing for him that he doesnât find abnormal. It's similar to breathing in his eyes. Thinking of you provides a sense of peace; other times, it's genuinely just an enigma to which he just approaches you or Midoriya and asks to elaborate on his thought.
On this particular day, shouto finds himself puzzled. Something within him wants to express his feelings towards you, to show you how happy you make him and ask if he provides you the same joy.
He turns in his seat, watching you struggling to braid a section of hair. "Y/n, can I help?" Your eyes fix on him, and a bright smile reflects that his request is approved. He inches closer, taking the hair tie from your lips, and he runs his fingers gently through your strands. "Thank you, sho. My arm still hurts from fighting that burglar, so I canât move it too much" He nods, finishing your braid effortlessly. He had watched you plenty of times fixing your hair, so he could copy your movements easily. As he tightens the hair tie at the end of the braid, he lays his hand on your shoulder and slowly lets the heat rise into his fingertips before massaging them into the strained muscle. As he applies pressure in circles, he hears a light sight escape your lips, a sign that heâs rubbing you properly. "Y/n? Do I make you happy?" he asks bluntly. The giggle thatâs ripped from your mouth shocks him. He tilts his head in confusion as he fails to understand the humor in his question. "Of course, you make me happy. Iâm the happiest person in the world when Iâm with you, sho."Â
He smiles as you lean on him, nudging your head against his cheek, another thing heâs grown to love. Any form of intimacy with you, he welcomed, physical or emotional. It always felt better when itâs from you. "I highly doubt youâre the happiest person in the world because that would be me." He whispers against your ear. He feels your body tense up, and panic starts to rise within him. Did he do something wrong? Should he apologize first or wait for you to tell him what heâs done wrong? A hundred thoughts fight against the walls of his mind as you lift your chin to make eye contact with him, a grin adorning your features.
"Is that so? Iâve never heard you admit such a thing sho. Please do elaborate on this topic?" You tease, nudging him a little.
"You make me happy. You wish for me to elaborate, but I have to admit I am a little nervous. The best way I can explain is that youâre special. I adore you in ways I donât experience with others. I like being around you, and I always look forward to when we meet again, even if thereâs only a 5-minute break in-between. I want to make you happy because youâve made me feel things I never could imagine. I want you to feel those things. Basically y/n," he leans down and kisses your temple before holding your jaw. "You make me smile."
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Summary: Bakugou likes you.He knows he does but hes stuck in his own thoughts wondering if he should act upon them.Â
Bakugou had feelings for you since his first year at UA, even though he would never admit it. At first, he thought the abnormal feeling was the result of nerves or lousy cooking, so he would go about ignoring his instincts. Two years have passed, and his sensitivity grows stronger. His actions towards you were beginning to become more evident without his knowledge.Â
On occasion, he would catch himself staring at you across the room, taking in every detail of your character and locking onto your presence. Slowly drowning out the sound of the teachersâ lecture, your existence is isolated from the rest. Bakugou watches as you attentively copy notes off of the presentation. You bite your bottom lip, obviously indicating you were struggling at the concept being discussed.Â
Bakugou is a natural-born genius, but that doesnât mean he doesnât study. He just looks smarter, not harder. This is why he is unsympathetic about why so many topics are considered difficult when it becomes easier for him after a few hours of revision. 'Maybe I should offer to teach her?â He looks at the notes he prepared a week in preparation for this course and stopped himself. Why should he care? If you wanted his help, you should come and grovel at his feet. He was a top student in all fields, after all. Who would do a better job at guaranteeing you high marks on your next exam? His gaze is once again pulled to you as his thoughts continue. He had never found himself so mesmerized by anyone else before, curious as to what exactly is it that he likes about you.Â
You werenât the strongest nor the smartest. You were NOT the most popular, but you were the favorite among his friends. Denki was always raving over how you encourage his jokes, Kirishima about your bravery, and Sero about your willingness to pull little pranks on the others. Did Bakugou like you for those things, no? Not at all. He admired you in his unique way. Youâve fallen more than anyone in the class, easily apart of the bottom 5 in class 1A, yet he had to give you credit for how you have grown. Your scores are getting better, studying with him and his friends every chance you get, even without exams approaching.Â
The skills you have acquired within such a short time amaze him; he looks forward to every sparing session with you. You were never able to beat him, let alone even come close; however, you always asked for his opinion on doing better. A couple of times, youâve surprised him by offering some suggestions on his form, and theyâve worked. Of course, heâd never tell you that. He would have figured it out; eventually, you had just beaten him to the realization first. Yet, Kirishima has pointed out that his physical intimacy with you has evolved. His once disgusted demeanor with being in the same room as you have grown into a soft appreciation. Every little moment of you silently sitting next to him is something he cherishes as most donât give him any peace. No physical altercation had progressed until last night. He sighs, letting his mind replay the same incident over and over. You, Kirishima, Sero, Denki, and Mina decided to invite yourselves to his dorm room to go over a few questions that werenât understood from the day before.Â
Bakugou found it a tedious chore to continually be the only intelligent one of the group, but the thought of you being in his room was an opportunity he wasnât going to pass up. He even went out to buy snacks for the group in question just to give an impression on you that he indeed wasnât all bad, even though his delivery of the words, "Yeah, so what? You all are stupid enough without being hungry. I only bought these so you guys wouldnât whine about how your God Damn stomachs are practically eating themselves to get out of a math question. Plus, you all canât say dumb shit that pisses me off if your mouths are full. So here, eat and shut up"could have put a negative spin on his genuine gesture. When he holds out a bag of your favorite chips, your fingers brushed against his palm, stunning him before your lips connected with his cheek. Your lips forming into the beautiful smile that gives him butterflies as he felt his cheeks heat up. "Thanks, Suki. These are my favorite. Youâre the best," you praise before returning to Minaâs side. So what if he memorized all your favorite snacks? Itâs not like he could help it with your constant need to stuff your face at all times. It wasnât hard to notice, but your sudden display of affection came as a shock to him. His chest clenched at the realization that he has never had such a delayed reaction before, and he hated it in all honesty. He loathed the effect you had on him. He condemned that his body would betray him by allowing his cheeks to become flushed every time you approach him since then. His logic is always interrupted when you compliment him for even the most basic of things. He hated you entirely, but he knows he has to have you. Time is running out. You both are eighteen, ready to graduate, and work full-time at your hero internships. When that happens, he doesnât know if there will ever be a juncture in your hero careers where youâll meet again. You may take a position farther from him, but if his feelings are known now, he hopes youâll think about staying.Â
The thought of you moving even a city over makes his heart feel hollow, his mind in anguish with so few memories of you together. The ears on the sides of his head perk up at the faint echos of the dismissal bell. He sees you staring back at him, your face expressing great concern as you rise from your chair to rush over to his hastily. He couldnât hear what you were saying because he just couldnât focus. His state of mind wasnât coherent when he went into a dark hole; he found it hard to pull himself free from his insecurities. Especially when in public, he just tends to shut down and ignore people until he feels better internally, but the firm grip on his shoulder steals his attention from you for a split second to the sight of both Kirishima and Deku. They both shared the same aura of uneasiness at their friendsâ unusual state of stillness. Their lips move, but all thatâs heard is muffed vibrates that carry his name. He stares at them with an empty feeling, no desire to yell and threaten for them to leave him alone.Â
He just wished that he could find a way to bring you close to him, an opportunity to show you that he harbors some sort of affection for you. He feels his focus slipping away until he feels a strange warmness on his right cheek. A soft hand that he thought could only belong to you was stroking small circles up to his cheekbone. His red eyes bore into yours with a softness foreign to all those that know him. Your eyes, filled with such concern, pulled at him. He doesnât want you to see him like this. He isnât weak. Why should he allow his emotions and fears to get in the way of whatever he wants? With a slight burn in his stomach, he finds himself leaning into your hand, taking comfort in the warmth your palms have. "Y/N?" He finally speaks. Those around him standstill as he broke his silence. "Go out with me." He says softly. He squeezes your hand in his, ignoring the astonished ogling of your friends. As you scanned his facial expression to get a clue as to what to say, you smile and realize; It wasnât a question.