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mod cer here!!!! i have decided to make an EMAIL where you can email your favs! free of charge!! you can spill your heart to them if you want to!!!

if you’re a minor, though, i ask that you dont send weird stuff to of age characters because i AM a legal adult.

please don’t feel afraid to email your fav! just write it out like a letter and they’ll get back to you when they can!

it can be long, or short, or whatever you want. completely up to you! just make sure to include who you’re writing to!!

ANYWAY

HERE IS THE EMAIL

mod aria here! it states in the rules scenarios can only have one requested character (but two is fine if they’re part of the same scenario), so i only chose to go with dabi here. it wasn’t very clear in the requests page, so i added a little note now, so it should be more obvious. anyways, hope this delivers!

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Dabi’s entanglement with you was a strange one. He’d halfway expected you to leave him already, honestly, with his frequent disappearances and wishy-washy temperament. Despite that, you had been going strong with him and he hated to admit it, but coming back to your place lent his life a calm, peaceful period of normalcy.

You didn’t know what he really did. He was purposely vague about it, and you didn’t seem to push much. Whether out of courtesy or because you genuinely didn’t feel the need to know, he wasn’t sure. The fact remained that you were his oasis in the middle of hero-hunting and villain kickassery.

These days, however, he was beginning to notice a change. You still sat by his side and watched TV with him, still crawled into bed beside him at night, and bid him farewell in the morning when he said he was off to “work”. But there seemed to be a film of lethargy and nerves draping you from head to shoulder like a bolt of fine muslin these days, and when you thought he wasn’t looking, your careful smile would droop.

You hardly paid attention to the show. Your eyes seemed to drift here and there, as you sat a chaste distance away from him, biting at your lip. “Do you want to watch something else?”

Perhaps you fancied yourself underwater, because it took you a long, long moment to hear him. “Hm? Oh, no…this is fine.”

“You sure?” He leaned in just a bit closer. “We could always do something else that’s more…engaging.” He kept a suggestive tone in his voice, and while you’d normally shyly agree and let him have his wily, wily ways with you, there was another long pause.

“O-of course!” You seemed to notice your hesitancy only moments later, and jumped to respond how you used to. “Um, we can—if you want—”

For some reason, you looked on the verge of tears. Dabi, who was a crook through and through, decided he could try the part of prince charming for once. He was nothing if not someone who relied on walls and masks to keep himself secure, and if it made you feel better, he could add another to his repetoire. “No, don’t force yourself.” He leaned back, giving you back your personal space. “But if there’s something wrong, please tell me. We can figure it out together, so don’t keep it all bottled up inside.”

You hung your head, as if ashamed of having feelings. “I’m…I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m so…” When Dabi didn’t immediately respond, trying to give you room to talk, you near bursted into those tears. “I just…recently, it’s been…it’s been hard. I thought I had gotten better but…”

mod aria in the house! that’s a rlly cute headcanon, so i treated it like a request and wrote some stuff lol. hope it’s everything you wanted and more!

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kirishima

- oh my gosh. homeboy is so energetic and cheerful and all smiles and he elicits all that from everyone else. so he is BAFFLED when his best jokes are met with a “oh that’s pretty good, nice job” or “that’s hilarious, hi-five”. but you’ve always got on a smile??

- so YES of course he makes it his mission to make you laugh, with whatever underhand tactics he has. actually, that’s a lie, he would do it fair and square and spend forever coming up with jokes when he should be doing hw. 

- but you don’t even laugh at one of his jokes, what breaks you is he absolutes botches a date on accident due to some unfortunate that end up with you and him sitting soaking wet in a public fountain. and then you laugh and it’s a glorious moment. everything he could’ve asked for. he doesn’t even realize the snorting is what you were scared of because it is so damn cute.

- you’re like nooo you’re lying and he’s like NOOO i’m not and when you meet eyes with him again you both start laughing again. it’s a good moment. from then on it’s a slow, slow journey to where you start laughing more and more as you gain more self confidence. nice going!

izuku

- he notices after a while you don’t really laugh, and ends up being worried you don’t think he’s funny or you’re not happy with him for a bit. but he thinks more about it and realizes he’s just being irrational. because he’s mature and doesn’t jump to conclusions. hopefully.

- while he doesn’t take the “mission” as seriously as kirishima does, he still keeps it in mind and jumps to make a few jokes once in a while to see your reaction. you usually thumbs up him and comment positively, but no laugh. he starts taking notes, because that’s what he does best, and tries coming up with the Ultimate Joke.

- the Ultimate Joke changes a lot, and you always seem juuust on the cusp of laughing, but you hold back. i feel like you’d finally break out into laughter after izuku flubs an important speech, like, say, a proposal. and you can’t help it and start laughing and snorting and he’s standing there gaping and wide eyed at the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

hey, mod aria here! hopefully it’s easier to see where the rules are now after our blog theme change, and i also added a mobile link. anyways, i did my best, but i did condense a lot of it so it would fit and not drag on too long. hope you like it!

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While you were Todoroki’s girlfriend, the two of you agreed that you’re not going to be obsessed with each other like possessive, unhealthy significant others. He can hang out with whoever he wants, as can you. And it wasn’t like you didn’t trust him, but this was another matter altogether.

“Shouto,” you had said last month, “there’s this new cake place that opened up, why don’t we—”

“Sorry, I made plans with Yaoyozoru first.”

“Shouto,” you had said two weeks ago, “I know you’re busy, but we haven’t gone on a date in a while, so—”

“Does it have to be today? I need to help Yaoyorozu with something.”

“Shouto,” you had said earlier this morning, “I know you’ve been busy with Yaoyorozu recently but do you think we could—”

“Is it an emergency?”

“Well, not exactly—”

“Then we can do it some other time.” He left not long after and you watched as the door shut behind him, before you dug out your phone and called Uraraka half in tears.

“I don’t know!” you wailed. “I know I should trust him and understand and I know he’s good friends with her but it’s just…every time I ask he’s always busy with her and—”

Uraraka listened to all your words carefully, offering her kind words of support every once in  a while to show you she was still listening. “I’m sorry,” you finally said, once you had calmed down. “I might be overreacting but…I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt.”

“I’m sure he has a reason, but that’s not right of him to keep brushing you off!” She wholeheartedly offered you her support. She was a good friend. You should’ve threatened him first, saying apologize before my best friend knows your name. Granted, they were classmates, so of course they knew each other, but…

As soon as Uraraka hung up, you curled into a ball on the couch and finally let yourself cry. The door opened as soon as you got to the loudest, most sniffly part, and Todoroki froze when he saw you.

“…are you okay?” He grabbed his wallet from the coffee table. You ignored him and he paused. “Hello?”

Pursing your lips, you looked away and continued ignoring him, down to when he finally left the apartment puzzles. Todoroki wouldn’t find out why until he sat down with Uraraka the next day, who launched into a quick speech dissecting all his issues and flaws until she beat it into his head.

He returned home, where you were staring blankly at your phone screen. He took a slow seat beside you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, nice and careful, just as Uraraka had coached him. “I didn’t know I hurt you.”

When you didn’t respond, he continued. “Izuku saved Yaoyorozu on a mission, so she was asking me how to repay the favor, and I already owe a lifetime of them to him. I know that doesn’t excuse my actions, but I wanted to tell you.”

“…you’ll tell me why next time and not brush me off?” you cautiously replied, like a wounded animal crawling out of its den.

“I promise.”

mod aria here! i decided to forgo the former student part bc that’d be a weird age difference, but anyways, hope you like it! it got kinda long-ish and convoluted cause i tried putting in backstory too, so i hope it works… normally i’d have much longer segments & an actual funeral/epilogue segment, but i wanted to keep this as tight as possible soo…. it’s pretty squeezed together, haha.

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While you weren’t quite friends with Aizawa and Yamada in high school, you knew them well enough. And Aizawa knew you well enough, along with the rest of UA, for one reason only: you had a monster crush on Yamada Hizashi and the one person who didn’t know was the man himself.

It was like some running gag, not even confined within your own graduating class, to cheer you on and wish you luck, to tell you wherever he was or what he wanted. And you went along with it because it was completely true and even helpful if you were poking around for what kind of chocolate he’d want on valentine’s day.

“Yamada! What a coincidence.” You approached him often like that, only the coincidences were always elaborate ploys made by your classmates, who had far too much time to spare. “Want to eat lunch together?”

“Sure thing!” And there he was, cheerful as ever, with such a blinding smile you wondered how the sun could have the audacity to come up in the day, dim as it was compared to the love of your life. “Let me go see if Shouta minds.”

“Oh, he told me to tell you he was busy.” You weren’t boorish enough to ask him to skip lunch with his friend, but he took one look at your expression and the expressions of the people behind you—no doubt threatening, knowing how much your classmates invested into this crush of yours—and then promptly gave up and told you to knock yourself out.

“Is that so? Well then come over here!” He patted the space beside him, and you thanked every deity in existence as you scrambled to sit beside him as soon as possible.

That was only a snapshot of the many desperate ways you tried to get close to Yamada, but maybe you really were a huge idiot, because it never hit you to actually confess or elicit a confession. You were happy enough just hanging out with him, but you largely grew out of contact after graduation.

A couple years later, as you dominated the Present Mic merch market and single handedly boosted his income due to merch royalty, you received notice he was now working as an English teacher at UA. It took you about a week of nonstop begging Aizawa to recommend you before you managed to snag a spot in UA yourself.

On Yamada’s side, he hadn’t realized you liked him until someone accidentally let it slip a while after graduation. And then he had thought about you, contemplated how endearing you were and how your combined optimism could kill Aizawa dead, and then promptly realized he had developed a crush way after his opportunity had passed.

When you rushed into UA the next day, however, he was ecstatic. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” he exclaimed, and you raised your arms up in a Y shape, no doubt expressing your joy as well in the most expressive way you knew.

“Yes! Same here!” You moved forwards, as if going for a hug, but drew back at the same moment. Yamada had stretched his arms out too, as if waiting for a hug, but seeing as you stopped, he quickly set his arms down. While he was in the process of doing that, you had raised your arms again, and the two of you squared off for a moment, before laughing it off.

Eventually, the two of you agreed on a casual hug. “It’s really good to see you!”

“I totally agree!” 

Aizawa, who had been sitting by in the staff room since earlier, sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Great, now there’s two of them.”

You ended up spending that night getting drinks and catching up, which became a habit during the months you spent working as a teacher—which was a feat all in its own, since you went and got a teaching license as soon as you heard about Yamada’s career choice.

For a long time, it felt like everything would be alright. At some point one of you would confess, the other would reciprocate, and then you’d start dating and get married just like everyone from high school thought you would. Just like every student who had you or him thought you would.

Half a year back into your new job, you received notice of a villain rampaging on the streets, and took it upon yourself to apprehend them. It was abrupt, the way you died instead, and the hero called onto the scene to clean up your mess was Present Mic himself.

DIABLO [bakugou katsuki x reader]

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

authors note: hey!! mod cer here, i hope i did your prompt justice. i didn’t know what a nge angel was until i looked it up, so i took inspiration from that and the mention of horns and went running with it. 

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Bakugou didn’t think much of your quirk, to be honest. 

Really, he didn’t give it a second thought. Horns? Really? What good was that? Wasn’t humanity supposed to be evolving? So why were you given a quirk so useless? 

It stumped him. But, that’s why you were in the Support Course. Because your brains were better than your quirk. He respected that, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

He had met you in middle school and, somehow, you two became friends. He would deny it until the day he died, but it was true. You two were as thick as thieves.

Which is why Bakugou couldn’t decide if he should be hurt, or impressed at the secret you hid from him.

Until today, your quirk was nothing. The little, sharp, red horns that curled upwards from your forehead were nothing to him, besides a little cute feature that he sometimes got stuck looking at. But besides that? It was nothing.

That’s why he was so fucking shocked at what he saw when he had been called to the training grounds by some of your friends. Why the Support Course was hanging around the training cities, he didn’t know. He just knew that they were calling because something had happened to you.

Bakugou knew that you had been working on a quirk reduction drug, for those who had crazy strong quirks but didn’t want to do anything with them. He didn’t understand why someone would want that. If you had a strong quirk, you should use it. But whatever.

Stomping his way into the training ground, he couldn’t tell just why he was there until he heard the shouting coming from the heart of the fake city.

Something red had flashed across his vision, and it had him looking up to the top of the buildings. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was looking at, but it made him stop in his tracks.

It was you. He knew it was you. From the way your hair danced around your head, down to the colour. That was really the only thing that let him know it was you. His you. 

You towered above the buildings, skin an angry, deep red. Your horns were huge, curling back around your head with massive, overlapping plating on them. The same plating covered your shoulders, down to your hands; from your hips around the outside of your legs, down to your feet. In between each shifting plate glowed a yellow-orange, the same colours burning in your eyes. Your teeth were sharp and black, they were bared down at someone below you.

A tail was what he had seen, it shared the same plating as the rest of you and had a sharp spaded tip. Smoke crept out between the plating that was on your body, where all the orange and yellow glow was coming from.

“OI,” his voice carried. Your head snapped in his direction, and he could see your whole demeanour soften once you two locked eyes. “DID YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD HIDE THIS FROM ME?!”

mod aria here! your prompt was a little vague so i hope you don’t mind i construed my own sort of background and setting lol. please enjoy! 

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He twirled a pen in his hand, watching you earnestly do your best explaining a math problem to him. Kirishima might’ve seemed like a meathead or grade A himbo, but he generally didn’t need too much tutoring help. The only reason he’d bother signing up for free tutoring by General Ed kids was for you specifically.

“So that’s why your answer should be—hold on, I think I accidentally—that doesn’t match the answer in the back of the textbook. Give me…give me a moment.” You, on the other hand, scored pretty high in the whole school, but your fatal flaw was that you really didn’t have it in you to teach. Didn’t stop you from trying, really, which is why he found you so cute.

“Did you figure it out?” You nodded at his question, passing over your notebook for him to look at, leaning across the table to tap at your letters with your pencil.

“Okay, I think I got it. So. When you get this kind of problem you should solve it like—” You launched into a complicated spiel he heard absolutely none of, choosing to smile seeing how passionate you were about a math problem of all things. You finally noticed he wasn’t paying attention, and you quickly flushed. “Um, sorry, did I go off topic again?”

“Hm?” He finally realized he had been zoning out. “Oh! No! I’m really sorry, I was just, uh—paying extra careful attention to detail! Really!”

“Really?” You seemed suspicious, but you went right back to the problem. “Well, um…so anyways, you should always keep in mind that—” Nevermind the fact that your words highkey didn’t make sense, he still smiled regardless. Though the greater part of him was yelling for him to be manly and confess already, the other side of him thought he could at least indulge in quiet chivalry for a while longer.

SMALL NOTES [izuku midoriya x reader]

pairing: izuku midoriya x reader

authors note: mod cer is in the house, i hope i did your request justice!!

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Midoriya Izuku admired a lot of people. With that came admiring a myriad of different quirks. If he was asked, he’d probably say he was more of a quirk person and less of a people person. Or maybe just his past self would say that.

Still, old habits die hard, and he hadn’t quit making those quirk journals yet. 

How could he? So many unique people and heroes existed. He wanted to document all of it. It was like a craving he couldn’t quite squash. His appetite for knowledge truly knew no bounds.

So Izuku did what any normal, quirk loving person would do. He put his friends in those journals. His fellow students. He obviously asked them questions, so he could have a better understanding, but some people he just tried to observe and assume.

Some of those people being you. 

Izuku was too shy to walk up to you and start spewing questions about your quirk. Even though you were classmates, and he’d consider you two friends, his massive crush on you got in the way of him being functional.

He’d grown a lot as a person, but you were enough to send him back into a stuttering, sweating mess; just like at the beginning of his first year. 

Even though you two were close, he refrained from asking. Mostly because you weren’t actually close. You were in his friend group. Be default that made you two close, but you two weren’t really close. Anyway.

You had come by his room that night, something about a class movie night. Or how there was a change of plans. He wasn’t sure, he just knew that the way the moonlight crept in past his curtains made you look really, really pretty. 

His fingers twisted his blankets; he was sitting on his bed. You were looking at everything in his room. Most people did, though, so that was normal. Each time someone came in there was always something new to be found. It was almost like a scavenger hunt. An Easter Egg hunt like the Americans did.

“You have a page filled out with my quirk information?“ 

That’s a question that broke Izuku out of his spiraling thoughts very quickly. Who knew he could get distracted so easily?

“I- Uh- Yeah. Yeah. I do. I’m- I’m sorry. I know that probably seems weird.”

“No. No. I think … I think it’s cute. It makes sense for you, really. Your notebooks are cute, you’re cute, really cute. It’s all very you. So don’t apologize.”

Izuku didn’t know whether his breathing started up again or stopped this time. It was too hard to tell when you were in the same room. When you were alone with him in the same room.

“Here, how about we forget movie night? You can ask me all the questions you want. Your page isn’t very filled out.”

For Izuku to find someone that realized he valued knowledge made his heart swell in his chest. So with a nod and a grin, he was off his bed and standing beside you at his desk.

mod aria here! with a specific quirk like that, i hope these are what you were probably looking for.

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iida

- he thinks you’re amazing, but ngl, he’s more than a fair bit worried about your quirk. don’t get me wrong, he totally understands you have it under control and everything but like…what if you never come out of that second reality…. or u possess something and get stuck in a mcdonalds shamrock shake for life….

- you love to prank him with your quirk however and it’s fun seeing the rule stickler and uptight class president get spooked when his textbook starts chasing him around the room. he always admonishes you after, but he’s never really mad, you get me? it’s all “you could’ve given me a heart attack!” like okay grandma didn’t know we were dating or w/e…

- you tend to be a little reckless too, however, and he’s always fussing over your unconscious physical body in fights, even though protection isn’t really his specialty. the first time he saw you use your quirk he near gave himself his own heart attack because you may have forgotten to actually talk about your quirk in detail and he assumed it was like mild astral projection or cloning or something.

shinsou

- you get some stigma for your quirk too, so he feels a sense of kinship with you, albeit he doesn’t really express it. where are my discriminated because of a quirk that can potentially give you too much power over other people homies at?

- just like iida, you try getting a rise out of him with your quirk as well. unlike iida, he’s pretty deadpan about it, which greatly disappoints you until you get the occasional funny reaction, which makes it worth it. you usually have to wait for him to concentrate very seriously, but not too seriously, because you know your boundaries.

- the first time he saw your quirk in battle he immediately jumped to protect your body, but in like a super chill way because shinsou hitoshi is so ridiculously uptight with his feelings sometimes. 

mod aria here! sorry for the delay. i had most of this written up before the unfortunate hiatus so the quality definitely changes throughout. i left in a dash where i picked it up, so if you’d rather not read it you have the option to. 

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“Hey.” It’s not the best start to a conversation, but you’re doing you, and so far it’s worked. Chisaki hasn’t killed you yet, so you suppose you can keep doing whatever comes to mind first. “We should probably talk.”

It’s such a cliche way to start a conversation. But he doesn’t seem to mind more than he normally does, because he sighs and doesn’t look up. “About what?”

“About, well,” you raise your hands and make a vague gesture around your apartment. “Um, everything. Us.”

“What is there to talk about?” A bit of annoyance creeps into his voice, but you’ve been made to ignore this topic for so long that it’s inevitable. It’s been a long time coming.

You sink further into the seat, a lengthy distance from Chisaki, just like he always likes it. He still hasn’t looked up, though you think you might prefer it that way. With a sigh, you decide to launch into the topic and rip the band-aid off.

“Do you have any plans for the future?” You wince at the tone you take up, like you’re the overachieving high school valedictorian again, uptight and so obsessed with staying the best. “I mean, I’m sure this is fifteen shades of illegal, with your…activities.”

You’ve never outright said anything about his villain duties, and you wonder how you even got here in the first place, an anesthesiologist and a villain. An overachiever, someone meant to help save lives, and someone who did the opposite.

“Does it matter? If you’re unhappy you can just leave.” He pauses. “Although, with what little you know…”

“I don’t want to be killed,” you quickly say, trying not to let panic seep into your voice, “and it’s not that I don’t like you. But I don’t think you really like me back, and…”

You don’t know how to put into words why you’re so unhappy, even though you love him and you don’t mind too much that he’s a goddamned villain of all things. But you’ve never kissed, never hugged nor slept together, or anything. Chisaki’s mysophobia is something you’ve never really had qualms with. Call it wishful thinking or idealism, but you’ve always entered relationships for the emotional connection. You want to fall in love just as much as any teenager with a desire to be loved.

“Then you should’ve thought about it before we began this.” His voice is so cold, and for once you flinch. The eggshells under your feet crunch, and at once your perfect poise breaks.

—

“Do you think I didn’t?” He knows far too little about every agonizing moment you spent trying to consider the legal, moral, and ethical ramifications of your relationship. “Do you think I tried to make this work for fun?” You’ve never been fond of raising your voice, but there it is, that trembling all-too-high pitch that threatens to shatter your mood.

“As opposed to?” But Chisaki has never been the type to get mad, and the calmness in his voice is unnerving to you, even as you reveal every insecurity you held deep in your chest.

“Why do I even like you?” Truly, why did you? For every consideration you held towards him, every time you wallowed in guilt and worry for fear of the consequences of your relationship being found out, he seemed completely unmoved. Completely open to the idea of being separated forever.

He didn’t reply, seeming to think it below him.

“Why do I even…” When you start crying, it’s hardly unexpected. Chisaki’s jaw tightens and he looks uncomfortable. Through your tears, you can only think, good. “How can you be unaffected by this? Every night I get in bed and wonder if I’ll wake up in a jail cell! Every day I wonder if you’ll come back at all, or if you’ll get sick of me and kill me! So why do I…”

When you continue to cry into your hands, you expect him to leave and avoid you for a week. Instead, rather awkwardly, you feel a pair of arms slowly encircle around you. Granted, he’s keeping himself a good distance away and only the tips of his fingers fully touch your back, but the physical contact is so sudden you can’t help but jolt.

“You’re impossible,” he says, but he doesn’t sound as upset as you’d think him to be. You know better than to hug him back, for fear of him quickly drawing away, and slowly your tears come to a stop. The anger and frustration slowly drains from you, like water through a fine sieve.

hello fellow sagittarius, mod cer speaking. we are quite similar haha. enjoy!

I MATCH YOU WITH YAMADA HIZASHI!

- i think you two would have enough similar personality traits and enough opposing ones to form an interesting dynamic! he respects you a lot in that sense

- he thinks you’re really cool, both in attitude and how you look!

- i think you two would get along great as a best friend type of relationship before getting into an actual relationship. you’re a bit younger than him, but he’d probably say he likes the spunk of the younger generation or something stupid like that

- he wont understand the commitment issues but he’ll try to work through them with you! he’s a loud guy but he wont mind taking it slow for you, he like syou that much

- he likes that you’re a bro but also not a bro? it’s a vibe he can seriously get with

- would probably let you pick a tattoo for him one day

- i think he’d love you roasting people!! finds it hilarious, even if it ends up being directed at him. he laughs so loudly at them he almost bursts your eardrums 

- let me just say, he loves your whole look? it’s something he’ll always like and admire. he probably never thought he’d be with someone who has the tattoos and the piercings but he’s not regretting it. he loves them all individually.

- cooking wars would be common between you two? i don’t know how good of a cook he is, honestly, but he’s competitive so i think he’d want to try to beat you at it. but you always win. because you’re great at cooking

mod aria here! i’m not too good with deep conversations, but i hope this tickles your fancy well enough :)

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The field was only thirty minutes away from Mustafu, but far enough where light pollution dimmed down just enough for the stars to shine as bright as they could, considering you were still pretty close to the city. Luckily, it was a Friday night, so you could stay as long as you wanted without fear of school the next day.

You took out the picnic blanket and quickly spread it on the grass, before plopping down on the right side, waiting for Todoroki to seat himself next to you. He didn’t lie down, but he sat beside you, meeting your eyes with his same blank expression.

“This is nice,” you said, right away, without having gone through a few moments of silence to fully appreciate the atmosphere. “You know, we should come out more often.”

“Sure.” He tilted his head up, tracing his eyes across the patterns of stars embedded in the night sky. “If it makes you happy.”

“It does make me happy, yes.” You could only smile back at him, happy to be able to spend some time with your boyfriend before graduation. “We won’t be seeing each other as often in the future, since we’re going to different universities.”

He turned back towards you. “I can make time.” To this, you rolled back onto your side, to give him your full attention.

“We’re going to be adults, Shouto. No matter what, our priorities will have to change.” Seeing the small signs of disappointment in his face, you gently smiled and tried to explain your thoughts. “I’m not upset or anything. It’s part of growing up.”

With his attention still on you, you lay back down on your back, holding out a hand to place against the backdrop of stars, tracing familiar constellations with your index finger. “We might even break up in the future.”

“I don’t want to.” He said so, in such an assured, certain tone you wanted to believe him. Alas, you were mature and wise enough to know that even in the face of boundless optimism, human emotions were liable to change. And so were the feelings between you and him.

“It’s not a matter of if you want to or not.” You held a pinky out regardless, for him to link with his own. “But I’ll tell you what, if we do, we’ll always be friends above all. I promise.”

I MATCH HER WITH WITH SERO HANTA

-  i think their personalities would go really well together!! i think they would positively feed off of one another and bulit each other up!

- he’d love her hair and would enjoy playing with it even though he doesn’t know what he’s doing. sometimes his fingers get caught, even though its straight, because he’s stupid and doesn’t know how to play with longer hair.

- also loves her eyes!! goes kinda stupid when he looks in them for too long. gets a dopey look on his face. very cute

- he admires her. a lot. admires why she wants to be a her and the strength she has to become one after what she went through. 

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- obviously you gotta look your best, so you come in a yukata. todoroki, unless you actively tell him the week approaching the festival about how nice it would be to come in a yukata and the likes, will simply wear a t shirt and jeans. classic todoroki move.

- regardless, he’s ready to kick ass at the festival games…only he’s a bit more clumsy than anticipated. when it comes to goldfish scooping, he greatly overestimates how much strength you need. you quietly laugh at him breaking the scooper each time, before you lend him a hand.

- he fares better in sharpshooting, at least, and when he fails he sadly goes to buy more rounds just to win you some cute looking stuffed animal. at least he doesn’t cheat. he just accepts his losses with a straight face, though if you look closely, he’s a little glum.

- and there’s always the food. he offers to buy whatever you want. cute little rich boy thinks he can win you over with capitalism? well, he might be right. special notice goes to you asking for shaved ice, with red syrup only on one side to match todoroki. however, the plain ice on the other side gets bland quick, so you cave in and ask for more syrup.