꧁Nova꧂

"Y/N?"

Another knock resounded on your bathroom door, echoing into the not-so-empty room. The green head on the opposite side anxiously shifts his weight between feet, emerald eyes piercing into the blank view of wood.

You couldn't bring yourself to open the door, despite the way your hands twitched in a desperate plea to do so.

It was always a struggle to believe Izuku Midoriya of all people would concern himself with coming home to you every night, let alone to do it willingly.

You saw the way he treated everyone. Everyone. He was always smiling, giggling at jokes that didn't make sense, giving everyone a small fraction of his life as if it was his obligation to do so.

Where you his obligation too?

"Y/N, darling, please open the door. Why are you hiding from me?"

Tonight had been the last straw. You felt like throwing up, a comedic choice considering you were locked in the bathroom. You gave a dry laugh at your own train of thought, ignoring the way the bile crawled in your throat.

It was hard not to think about the way Izuku had wrapped his arm around that civilian she saved. The way he gave the reporter who congratulated him on his efforts the same smile he showed you whenever he came home from a day of exhausting work.

Sure, it seemed like nothing to everyone else. It probably was nothing. But to you, it mattered, a lot. Those thoughts you tried to move past had only grown stronger.

They were prettier than me.

"Go away, Izuku."

It took every ounce of strength in your shaking body not to fumble over the words, but you knew your boyfriend knew the tone of voice all too well to ignore.

"I'm not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. Please, open up."

How did he always know what you were thinking?

There were a few soft moments of silence, convincing you he had finally walked away and left you to wallow in your own self-pity. What he should have done a long time ago, you convinced yourself.

Of course, the rattling of the door handle said otherwise, and a flash of gentle green light tremored in the deepening shadows before completely disappearing.

Oh, how you wished to disappear too.

The door swung open with a disgustingly gentle manner. Just like him, you reasoned. "Oh, baby. Please come here."

He noticed the tear tracks on your cheeks. Of course, he did. He always noticed. The small tremors in your body, the way your shoulders froze, your eyes losing their gentle sparkle. He always noticed, and always promised you everything would be okay.

It was hard to ignore him. So despite your insisted attempts at keeping your feet glued to the ground, a gentle wave of water came to free them, sending you stumbling into his chest.

Your head buried into his shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around his waist as if he would disappear from beneath you if you were to let go.

"What's wrong?"

Everything.

"You always smile at them like you smile at me. Sometimes it's brighter. You should have just left me if I'm such a burden to you."

He froze, arms loosening their grip on your torso. "Y/N, why would you think like that?" He saw the gleam in your eye, the gentle bite on your lower lip you gave whenever his attention diverted from you.

"I could never replace you. Do you understand me?"

Biting back a small sob, you only managed to nod, feeling the butterfly kisses planting themselves on your neck and shoulders.

"I know you think I don't have time for you, but you're wrong. I don't have time for anything but you. You mean so much to me, Y/N, so so much."

His thumb grazed across your chin, lifting your head to face his. You found yourself practically melting under his gorgeous gaze, wondering if his words really held the truth.

"I love you, more than you realise."

"Izuku-" He interrupted you gently, his lips finding their way to your own. "I won't let you talk badly about yourself anymore. It hurts me to see you like this, I know you're the one who deserves better."

Intertwining his fingers with yours, he dragged you from the bathroom and set a careful pace to the living room. His hands never left you, always keeping himself attached to you in some way - even when he began preparing your favourite warm drink.

"We'll stay together every second of tonight, okay? And tomorrow, and the day after that. I need to show you that nothing and no one is more important than you.

"You promise?"

He smiled softly, leaning to rest his forehead against yours.

"You're worthless."

Her words ring in your head, stabbing at every point in your heart trapped within a cage of thorns. Every sentence you tried to speak, every pleading look you tried to give, all amounted to nothing.

Like you were nothing.

It was supposed to be a simple mission, and in all honesty, it was. For anyone besides yourself. Paired up with the idealist, your loving boyfriend, Kunikida Doppo. Something as simple as dropping off a guarded briefcase to a well-known business manager, a mission you found him complaining about was a waste of time.

Maybe, I'm a waste of time for him too.

You never had these thoughts often, especially since he would show you his affection and promise that was far from what he thought of you.

But running into your high school bully had planted seeds of doubt in your mind, especially when the public torment had begun.

"Where's your partner, huh? From the looks of it, he ran off. I'm not surprised, but he must have been stupid to even choose you in the first place."

You swallowed down the bile in your throat, eyeing the person in front of you. Their eyes seemed to throw daggers into your skull, perhaps a representation of what they truly wished to do.

"Why are you here?"

They laughed, eyeing you up and down with a certain scoff you found much more than irritable. "Am I not allowed to be here? This is a public place, you entitled bitch."

Sighing, you tried to walk away, attempting to leave before things escalated. It wasn't until you felt them grab the edge of your blouse, yanking you back in place, that you recognised the gravity of the situation.

"Where the hell do you think you're going, huh? I'm not finished with you."

It became increasingly clear that the two of you were starting to cause a scene, people walking by sending small glances in your direction. Most didn't approach you, recognising you from papers that frequently floated around regarding the agency.

Obviously, your bully had been far too concerned with finding ways to withe back into your life instead of realising your position within the formidable ADA.

"Can you just leave me alone? I haven't done anything to you."

Your eyes widened the second her hand raised against you, the palm laid flat and twisting to bring itself down on your face, the slap sounding and ringing your ears.

You could have stopped it, of course, you could have. You were a member of the ADA, you had the power and knowledge to tell her to - overly harshly - back off.

But you were also diplomatic, and with the people staring on in utter disgust at the way your bully was treating you, it was obvious you couldn't do much to stop it.

As usual.

You felt a soft sting on your cheek, a small cut forming where the obnoxiously large ring on their finger had hit your skin. Small trickles of blood stained the collar of your blouse.

"You've always been so pathetic. You can't even defend yourself? So weak."

They spat, noticing the way you seemed to stand eerily idle at their words. Just a little longer, you promised yourself. Just stand there a little longer, they'll walk away eventually.

"Not even saying anything now?" Her hand pushed out to shove your shoulder, making you take a step back to stop yourself from falling to the ground. "But you had so much to say earlier-"

"Do we have a problem?"

Your eyes widened at the familiar voice, a soft pain in your heart at seeming so useless in front of him. "D-doppo..." His eyes met yours, hands resting on your shoulders to swivel you around.

At noticing the small wound on your faze his gaze hardened, flicking to the person standing across from him. "Who the hell are you?" They sneered, watching your boyfriend pull you closer.

"I'm from the Armed Detective Agency, and to my knowledge, you're harassing one of my colleagues."

You fumbled with the bottom of his vest, silently hoping he would drop it and walk away. You watched as your bullies eyes widened, taking a step back. "Y-you work for the ADA. You're worthless!"

You tugged his tie, sighing softly. "Please just leave it." He remained still, hands shoved deep in his pockets. "I can handle this."

"You don't want to be dealing with them, trust me." He shrugged you off, jaw set in a protective annoyance.

"Why, should I be scared?"

His eyes were hard set on their figure, hand resting on your shoulder in an overprotective manner. "For you to be causing a scene and provoking a fight with someone you can't win against is idiotic enough."

They stumbled, feet rooted to the ground. They were frozen; like a deer in headlights. "I- she started this! I'm the victim here." You could practically feel the visible scoff he gave, his hold on you only increasing.

"She did nothing of the sort. And unless you wish to file an official complaint against us for her actions, I suggest you leave."

Your bully gave a nervous glance before twisting on their heel, shoving themselves past the small crowd to disappear from his hard-set gaze.

It only softened when he faced you, using a small cloth from his pocket to hold against your cheek, wiping the blood. "Why wouldn't you tell me about this?"

Your forehead leaned against him, holding back frustrated tears. "I thought I wouldn't have to see them again. I'm sorry." He shook his head, using his thumb to lift your chin.

"Don't be sorry. Look, they're gone now. I promise they won't bother you again." When he noticed the soft smile and gentle nod from you, he stood up straight, putting the cloth away and taking your hand in his.

"See? I told you I could handle it."

Pressing a small kiss to his cheek, he flushed at your actions. "Thank you, Doppo." The blonde sighed, hiding his soft grin.

Your insistent knocking sounded across the empty halls, startling awake the groaning ash blonde. His chest heaved with a heavy sigh, eyes fluttering open and squinting to adjust to the pitch blank blanket of his room.

Who the hell was banging at his door?

He scoffed, the groan only increasing with annoyance. Of course, he knew who. It was always you, coming to him after the smallest of things had set you off, begging for his company.

Of course, he didn't mind. Not that he showed it, but he was somewhat proud you thought of him to come to if anything were to occur. Still, it didn't stop his annoying demeanour from shining through.

It took perhaps every fibre of his being to push himself off the bed, rolling from underneath the cover and begrudgingly trudging to the wobbling wooden door.

"Katsuki?"

He heard your voice sound from the hall, noticing the small hint of worry and desperate tone in your voice. He faltered, eyebrows furrowing in gentle confusion.

Fiddling with the latch, the door was swung open before you, your knocking ceasing once your eyes fell on your ash blonde boyfriend.

"Babe, it's 2am."

His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his sweats, the loose-fitting top blowing gently in the open breeze of his balcony. "What the hell are doing?"

You pulled the blanket draped around your shoulders closer, a certain wobble in your voice as your words mixed and muddled together.

"I um, I missed you. And I don't know why but I couldn't stop thinking about you instead of sleeping. I tried so many things...oh, except schoolwork. It's been really hard recently don't you think? Everyone seems to be struggling a little except you of course. You look really pretty tonight, did I tell you that? I had a nightmare though and you weren't there, you wouldn't leave me, right? But..."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, a soft sigh left his lips, already beginning to tune out from your rambling. "You're making no sense, Y/N."

You paused at his words, an embarrassed laugh echoing from your mouth. "Right, sorry."

Shaking his head, he leaned against the doorframe, a small hint of concern in his eyes. He wouldn't admit it, not now anyway, but he was worried for you.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for you to come wandering to him in the middle of the night, and most times he found you himself - curled up on the couch at some ungodly hour playing a game or eating something you somehow cooked.

But despite this, he knew your emotions better than anyone. Better than yourself, some days. He understood you were missing him, a small hint of himself sympathising with the all too familiar strain of the heart.

"Just cut to the chase, what do you need?"

You looked towards him, fiddling with the edges of the fluffed up blanket you dragged from your room.

It was hard to ignore the natural beauty that almost radiated from him. His muscles flexed under the dim light, a figure leaning over your own and vermillion eyes shining despite the darkness.

"Can I kiss you?"

Grumbling a set of incoherent words, his hands reached out, yanking you towards him. His lips pressed softly to yours, dancing across your own until he pulled away with a soft smile, forehead resting against the top of your head.

"Now go to sleep. I don't want to see your dumbass sleeping through the class again, got it?"

Laughing softly, you nodded, allowing him to step back into the cool night air of his room. "I love you, Katsu."

He paused, the soft smile evident on his face before the door clicked to a close behind him.

It didn't come as a surprise to anyone that you would do something so ridiculous, especially paired with Kaminari and Mina in the midst of a crisis.

Katsuki was one of those people.

Sure, he had expected to find you and his - what he called 'braindead - friends doing something either completely dangerous or simply stupid.

But when he found you, dressed in the shiniest, most obnoxiously bright costume and hanging from the ceiling thanks to Sero's tape, he was just a little surprised.

Surprised or annoyed? He couldn't decide which one he was feeling the most.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

At the sound of your hotheaded boyfriends obnoxiously demanding voice, you grinned, leaning your head back from the swinging position to spot his lightly blurred figure.

"I'm a star!"

It took perhaps every fibre of his being to not explode on the spot, a deep sigh of both disappointment and confusion leaving his lips.

"And why, in god's fucking green earth, are you a star?"

Kirishima and Kaminari held onto each other for dear life, their faces slowly flushing red at their attempts to not completely burst out laughing. Attempts in which they failed once you glanced at their bodies rolling across the floor.

"The room was looking a little dark, so we decided to make it brighter"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, the ash-blonde held down a smile, replacing it with an annoying grin. "Did you think of using the light switch?"

He noticed the soft pout on your face and rolled his eyes, kicking Sero softly and silently demanding him to bring your body down.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was worried you might hurt yourself with the amount of concerningly ridiculous situations you found yourself in.

With a sheepish smile, your feet touched down on the ground, the tape loosening from around your torso with a single harsh tug. "I did, but this was so much fun!"

His hands shoved deep in his pockets, eyes wandering your form with a slightly mocking tone. "You look ridiculous like that."

You simply shrugged, his comments falling short of being able to wipe the dazed grin on your face. "You always insult me, Katsu."

He smiled softly, giving you that feather-light touch to your cheek that you always relished in, of course whining in annoyance when he had to ruin it by pinching the flesh between his fingers.

"Then don't give me something to insult you for."

You crossed your arms, that small pout returning. Normally, he would simply sigh and press a kiss on your forehead.

But when you were dressed like this, it was impossible for him to not laugh and take the sight in.

"You're such an idiot, Y/N."

Your face flushed at his sudden words, arms freezing up from their folded position. "Huh?" When he began walking away you whined, hands reaching out to grip his shirt and yank him into your tight embrace.

"You can't just say something like that and walk away!" He laughed at your expression, leaning down to brush his lips along the shell of your ear. "

"You're adorable."

And when you showed him that loving grin, he smiled back, planting a single light kiss to the tip of your nose, and a more firm, reassuring kiss to your soft lips.

Deep gold material clung to your body, the formal attire drowning your figure a mixture of Yosano and Kunikida's bickering over your ideal appearance.

The agency was prone to attend formal events such as this one, Fukuzawa attempting to spark notice in the ADA's name through social networking and personal meetings. More often than not, grateful clients threw parties for the members, thanking them for the overwhelming effort they constantly threw towards cases.

Of course, that effort excluding the lack of enthusiasm in the agencies strongest 'detective' department.

Ranpo Edogawa sat relaxed by the expensive balcony, surrounded by plates and food wrappers he must have snuck in through his coat pocket.

You sighed, watching his head tilt towards the sky at a particular breeze of cool wind. Atsushi noticed your indifference and smiled, nudging your arm.

"Y/N-san, Why don't you go talk to him?"

You shrugged, acknowledging the young member's enthusiasm. "He looks content on his own." Atsushi frowned, tugging on the fingerless gloves with his teeth. "Wouldn't you rather be out there?"

He wasn't completely off the mark. Being in such a crowded environment wasn't ideal, especially something so formal you were sure you didn't belong in; being used to the homely feeling of the agency building.

With a flick of your wrist, you dismissed the triumphant smile the white-haired boy gave you, giving in to the gentle convincing and making your way towards the detective.

It wasn't until you were standing directly in front of him - the balcony door coming to a clicking close behind you - that he acknowledged your presence.

"Did you bring more snacks?" You leaned against the balcony with a smile, staring down at the garden below. "I'm not Atsushi-kun. I just assumed you looked rather lonely by yourself."

He frowned, yawning gently. "Didn't you feel like basking in the guest's praise?" The frown only increased at your words and he sat up, resting his chin on his open palm

"Are you insulting me?"

Laughing, you shook your head, brushing the hair from your eyes. "I would never insult you, Ranpo." He groaned, fingers feeling around numbly for leftover snacks. "You are."

He made a sudden move to stand up, leaning against the balcony beside you. "I simply don't want to talk to anyone." You raised an eyebrow, nudging his shoulder softly.

"Why? Are you afraid?" He huffed, slumping over. "That's not-" You cut him off, finding yourself to enjoy the teasing. "I didn't think the greatest detective got afraid."

"Huh? I don't get afraid!" His flustered response pulled a giggle from your lips, only annoying the frustrated man more. "Shut up!" You smiled, ruffling his hair softly with a grin. "Or what?"

"Shut up or I'll kiss you."

You froze, cheeks burning bright red. "I-" Could he be mistaken? Was that a hint of excitement he noticed flashing in your eyes, your heart-stopping to flutter at his words? Of course, it was, he saw everything.

What he didn't expect, however, was your hand wrapping around his collar, dragging him dangerously close to your face so he could feel the comforting warmth of your breath across his lips.

"Would you?" He seemed to ponder the question, only for a short moment, before his thumb resting on your chin, his flustered cheeks quickly disappearing, eyes snapping open to show off the deep emerald green.

"A great detective doesn't lie, Y/N"

With the gentle reassurance, his lips moved forward, pressing against your own in the softest motion he could have possibly mustered.

Only seconds had passed, but to you, it felt like minutes. Pressed tightly against his chest, lips connected in a gentle display of affection, his hands slowly trailing your sides.

When he pulled away, you struggled not to follow, already missing the warmth of his lips. "What's the matter?" He asked ever so gently, the smile on his face already confirming he knew your answer.

"Did you plan this?" He chuckled, bringing your head into his chest and kissing the top of your head, pulling away just to nuzzle his own into the crook of your neck.

"Y/N!"

Your name fell from his dried lips, the husky voice he used lowered and cracked with exhaustion. Admiral eyes glanced in every direction, frantically searching for your war-torn body.

"Shit! Y/N?" Coughing softly, his gloved hand wiped the blood seeping from a cut on his cheek, shoving it absentmindedly across his dress shirt.

"C-chuuya?"

He snapped his head up at the sound of your voice, eyes wide and hands clenched. It wouldn't be a trick, would it? An enemy had carried the voices of Chuuya's subordinates, tricking him into trusting strangers, which eventually broke out in a complete brawl between parties.

But when he saw your figure desperately stumbling through the spiralling smoke, his feet seemed to move on their own, sprinting towards you.

You bit your lip, every ounce of your muscles aching under the strain of even walking. Breathing had begun to feel like a chore to you, and you were sure if Chuuya wasn't looking for you, you wouldn't have bothered making an effort to get away.

"Y/N, you idiot!"

Coat flying out behind him, his body collided with yours; pulling you flush against his chest before your knees buckled and collapsed.

He kept his arms strong around you, pulling his knees to the ground so he could cradle your injured form. "That's no way to treat an injured lady, Chuuya."

You laughed at the visible annoyance on his face, shoulders tensing in worry when his eyes flickered to the blood staining your clothing. "Shut up, look at yourself. Why do you insist on being so reckless huh?"

He searched for an answer in your eyes, small beds of water pricking in the corner of his own. You frowned and came up to cup his dirt-covered cheek.

You could tell he was scared, terrified even. He had been looking for you for a while, only ever managing to pull dead bodies from the rubble. Granted, most were the enemy, but he couldn't stop that guilt-stricken feeling of finding your face among them.

"It's alright, Chu-" A cough interrupted your attempt at comforting words, making the redhead grimace and hold you tighter. "You're running a fever, shut up."

Groaning, your head fell idly to his shoulder, breathing out a heavy, pained sigh. "Why does it always end up like this?"

"If you weren't so reckless and stupid all the time, we wouldn't constantly be in this position." He seemed to growl, his patience for the situation slowly diminishing.

When he felt you push against him, cold shivers racing through your body, he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Hey, take it easy." You bit your lip, fists clutching his overcoat harshly.

"Just listen to me, don't move." His hand pressed against your stomach, offering a small amount of reassurance. "The rest of the slacking idiots should be here soon, just relax. You're gonna be fine."

His head raised, eyes narrowing and surveying the environment. Being injured and lying helpless in the middle of rubble wasn't the most ideal position, especially for someone associated with the Port Mafia.

His eyebrows seemed to furrow gently, creasing in the corners in a signature survey of the area. It wasn't uncommon to find yourself staring at Nakahara while he worked; although, now seemed different.

"You're pretty."

He visibly froze, heat licking at his cheeks. "W-what? Idiot, don't say things like that." You smiled, a gentle laugh leaving your lips. "It's true, Chu."

Despite his flustered expression, he seemed to soften, the gloved hand he had tapping on your thigh now moving to brush the sweat stuck hair from your face.

"You're pretty as well, you know? You don't belong in this filth."

Coughing harshly, you furrowed, digging your head into his abdomen in search of relief. "How can you say that when I look like this?"

His lips came down to meet the top of your head, holding you even closer at the sound of allied footsteps picking their way through the debris. The aftermath of a certain gravity manipulator and his partner - they were sure.

"Trust me..." He seemed to pause, eyes catching your gaze and offering the sweetest, most comforting yet worried and concerned expression he could muster.

➳ 1, 6 & 21 w/ Bakugou Katsuki where he misinterprets the reader's crush for him

➳ 8, 16 & 19 w/ Akutagawa Ryunosuke sharing his first kiss with reader

➳ 14, 15 & 26 w/ Villain!Todoroki Shoto proposing to his s/o

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