mariana

it’s gonna look pretty shitty for now so just bare with me loves.

updated: 6/11/26

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA (My Hero Academia) <3

summer fling teacher izuku pt. 1

summer fling teacher izuku pt. 2

izuku’s casual dominance

flirty childhood best friend kirishima

boyfriend kiri in ur makeup

my works are pretty much all fluff with suggestive themes that i’d prefer you to be of age reading, but there’s no smut. hell, even if ur sneaking around as a minor what can i do? lol read at ur own risk :p

Izuku surprises you with his acts of casual dominance. <3

It was a sticky, midsummer afternoon. You and Izuku were both seated on one of the patio chairs, just chilling and talking while Katuski cooked on the grill and the kids ran around.

Everyone was having a good time, enjoying one another’s company under the sun.

Something about seeing Izuku so relaxed made you want to poke fun just for the hell of it. It was an odd habit of yours, but Izuku never thought ill of it. He knew you meant well.

Izuku tipped his head back to sip the drink in his hand, but he froze at once when he noticed you perk up in his peripheral vision.

“‘Zuku, if you had to cheat on me in order to—”

A long, resigned sigh left Izuku at “cheat on”. He promptly set his drink back down near his foot, shifting his body so that he was facing you completely.

“Let me stop you right there.” He cut you off, but it wasn’t at all with rude intentions. His smooth voice and calm tone paired with that evergreen gaze pinned you on the spot. How could you possibly continue your sentence when he looked at you like that?

“We’re not doing this today. Okay, love?” He had his full, undivided attention on you.

Izuku’s arm moved, and soon you felt your chair being dragged steadily across the concrete of the patio below. When you were more than close enough, his calloused touch rested above your knee. He squeezed your thigh. Not to perform some “alpha male” act, but to gently anchor you so you could really comprehend what he was saying.

He waited patiently for you to close your mouth before speaking again.

“I'm not going to cheat on you.” He spoke slowly, like he was talking to one of his students who had stepped out of line. “And if I had to—which, I never will, because I’m a man and I’m capable of making my own decisions—I would choose not to.”

He had to have been hanging with Eijirou too much.

Izuku gave your leg a final tap, as if it were a done deal. In a way, it totally was, because your world had just tilted on its damn axis.

You sat there in awe, blinking like an idiot.

“You hear me, sweetheart? Do you understand that?”

His voice pulled you out of your reverie. It was firm, resolute. But… comforting at the same time? He’d never actually blow up or catch an attitude with you, but he certainly had a new way of setting boundaries.

You snapped out of it, nodding vehemently.

Izuku blinked slowly, chewing the inside of his cheek like he was still waiting for something. Of course he didn’t take that as an answer.

“…Yes, yeah.” You finally responded, sheepishly so. It was suddenly so much warmer outside, and more than just your forehead was damp.

Izuku hummed, nodding.

“Good.” His voice cut off near the end, like he was going to say more but stopped himself.

You leaned in expectantly, hoping he’d just say it.

His expression lightened up again, that familiar boyish grin taking the place of the seriousness that was once present. Was he amused at your expense??

He didn’t say what you wanted him to say, he only met you halfway with a quick forehead kiss. He pulled away, looking smug. He bent over to pick up his drink that he could finally enjoy now that you were sated…

And wet.

Like, you should’ve known from how many questions he’d ask you while he watched you get ready.

When you did your skincare routine, he’d literally stand in the bathroom with you, hyperfocused on your face in the mirror. His eyes followed your hand when it would reach for certain products. Occasionally, he would ask “what’s that one for?” and “can I use it for my skin too?”

At some point, he’d just swipe it right out of your grip as you reached to place it back on the counter. He examined it with thick furrowed brows, the product looking like a part of a kids’ playset in his large hand.

As soon as you left that night to go out with your friends, he headed back to the bathroom, flicked the light back on, and got to work. 

About an hour later, your phone buzzed in your bag. You picked it up to see it was from Kirishima. You raised a brow at the sight of "Attachment: 5 Photos” under his contact name.

You sighed, knowing it could mean two things. One; he was being silly, or two; he was feeling devious. You prayed it wasn’t the latter–given that you were surrounded by people. You lowered your brightness just in case, as well as your device. You opened his chat and almost choked on your drink.

There were a whopping five images of your boyfriend making various silly faces in the mirror, with your fuzzy headband which pushed his crimson red hair back enough for you to see the makeup “look” properly.

He looked absolutely ridiculous, but why was it kinda cute at the same time? All you could see was his mountain of a stature crammed into the frame, his hair just barely missing the top of the mirror.

You could tell he didn’t bother with foundation, you assumed it was because the shades didn’t quite match. It wasn’t like anything else matched anyway, but you gave him an A for effort.

He had on so much mascara on his lashes to the point where it clumped and he could fly away. Bright blush covered most of his face, which of course brought attention to how much bubblegum pink lipgloss he had on. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to use that one yet.

Pinching the screen to zoom in closer, you could see he even made a sorry attempt at winged eyeliner. Was that eyeshadow too? God help you.

The evidence from his hard work showed in the photo, different sized brushes and opened makeup containers scattered all over the bathroom counter. You laughed out loud as you read the text he sent in addition to the pictures.

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part 1

“So, at what point were you gonna tell me you had a daughter?” Izuku chuckled, shaking his head as he lifted his arm and leaned against the fence.

The sun was setting rapidly, and it was starting to cool down. A few parents were leaving with their kids, but a handful stayed just for the barbecue and sunset. You and Izuku had been chatting for a while now. You found that he was surprisingly easy to talk to.

“Well, at what point during our little… affair would I have been able to disclose such information?” You chortled, raising a brow at him. You were standing side by side, with your shoulder almost brushing against his forearm.

Izuku laughed at your little retort, finding the innuendo amusing. “Good point,” he nodded. “it wouldn't have killed the mood, though.” He shifted his gaze from the playground to your face. The golden sunlight complimented the hues of his eyes beautifully. It almost wasn't fair how good he looked, despite the raggedy borrowed apron and loosened tie. He had his sleeves rolled up too, so that he didn’t get too much soot on his white button down.

By the time you realized you were staring, he granted you with that damn smirk of his.

“You don’t agree?” He tilted his head forward, narrowing his eyes playfully. You blinked, quickly recovering. “Agree with what?”

curlyhead!reader, mentions of edibles/marijuana use

Downstairs, the party was still jumping. Eijirou had indulged himself in some gummies that Sero had offered. The effects kicked in fast, causing his body to subconsciously relax and his mind to quiet down a bit. Thankfully, they weren't as strong as the first time he tried them.

Normally this sort of thing wasn't Kirishima’s forte, but when it came to parties or special events, he allowed it. Surprisingly, he liked to be in his right mind most of the time. Adjusting himself on the couch, he was quite literally taking up at least three bodies worth of space. Many fellow partygoers grumbled things like “scoot over, man!” or "you're too big for this damned couch!”, but the redhead couldn't care less. He was saving seats.

Shortly after, he recognized the figures of his friends who approached him. He closed his legs a bit, sitting up straight to free up two spots on either side of him for you and Mina. Eijirou smiled lazily, greeting you.

“Y’all took forever in that bathroom. Should I be concerned?”

“You were just talking about me being off my ass, but look at you! High as a duck.” Mina snorted, shaking her head at Kirishima’s tranquil demeanor. She put her back on the cushions, relaxing as she received the hookah pass from someone next to her.

Eijirou was literally burning holes into the side of your head. Your voluminous curls, your gorgeous skin, your plush lips, that mole he spent most of your childhood making fun of.  I could treat you so much better, he thought. You didn't deserve to have such trifling individuals drain your energy. You were beautiful, both inside and out. Eijirou believed you were something rare, something to be appreciated, because beings like you were scarce.

Your soul was pure, and it reflected on those around you. Everyone could feel it. Some chose to embrace it, others looked to snuff it out. Kirishima hated how people would fully take advantage of your innocent kindness and benevolence, greedy as they sucked all of what you had to offer. And you’d let them.

You’d forgive them, despite everything. It made him sick. If only he’d been a little quicker, a little less stupid, then he would’ve gotten to you first. 

But he let you get swiped from right under his nose.

Your ex-boyfriend turned you every way but loose, and Eijirou believed it was all his fault.

“What’re you staring at…?” your voice finally brought him out of his thoughts. You had been trying to get him to snap out of it for quite some time now. You were now looking at him with a pointed expression, your faces just inches apart from each other. Under normal circumstances, Eijirou would’ve deflected and brushed it off. But in this state? His brain couldn't catch up fast enough with what he was about to say.

“You.” He blurted, with a half-lidded gaze. He looked so spacey and nonchalant. Like he had not a care in the world. “You look kinda cute… with the dress and everything. I see you, __.” He said smoothly, scanning your attire for the nth time tonight with a slow nod.

Your lips parted in awe, bemused by his careless speech. Was this even Eijirou Kirishima you were speaking to? The last time he “complimented" you was at your eighth-grade school dance. And it was backhanded.

“Tch, you're so high.” You were quick to mask your perplexity with a chuckle. You were not in the mood for his antics tonight.

“Has nothing to do with it, but okay.” Eijirou quipped back almost immediately. Truth was, he only had enough confidence to say those things while under the influence. He still had a lot of self-construction to do.

“Yeah. Remind me to never get around you when you’re like this.” you snickered again, continuing to joke around with him in an attempt to alleviate the growing tension between you two.

“Why when I want you around me all the time?” His responses were quick, but his speech was slow.

You blinked, thoroughly taken aback now.

“Just hush, dude. Do you want another drink?” You changed the subject, prepared to get up.

“I want you–” He started, but quickly backpedaled, figuring that was too strong. “... to stay right here next to me.” He finished as he bit the inside of his cheek.

You furrowed your brows, muttering something under your breath before relaxing on the couch again. Was it getting hot in there? 

You slowly began to connect the dots, remembering what Mina was about to reveal to you right before she was rudely interrupted by Denki and his weak bladder. Immersed in your thoughts, you felt something land on your lap. You glanced down to see a… chocolate bar? You looked around to see who could’ve thrown it, but no one else was paying attention.

You had to mentally prepare yourself before turning her head towards Eijirou, who was without a doubt the culprit. He looked so obvious with his hand on his chin, pretending to ponder about God knows what.  Smiling, you nudged his leg with your knee.

“This for me?” You picked it up and gently shook it.

“Uh, yeah. It’s what you like, right?” He said, glossy eyes on you again. He looked a little nervous.

“I mean, duh! Where’d you get it? Bakugou had some in the kitchen for us?”

Kirishima shook his head no, tonguing his cheek. You raised a brow at his silence.

“Sooo,” You drawled. “Where’d you get it from, then?”

“Uh…” He croaked before clearing his throat. He knew he needed to deflect. He had to catch you off guard or something. Knowing that only then would you be quiet and stop pushing.

“You always ask so many questions, pretty girl. Just take what’s right in front of you, yeah?” He smirked, watching her face flush.

You sucked your teeth, smacking his arm. Soon, you opened the candy bar with a resigned pout on your lips, eating the chocolate without another word.

“There you go. Good, isn’t it?”

“Shut up, Kirishima.” You grumbled his surname in an attempt to bother him, but it only riled him up even more.

“Love it when you talk dirty to me.” He bit his lip seductively with an annoying, yet sexy grin on his face.

You stood up. You needed to get away from him before you started to feel things.

part 2

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the acres of the school as you arrived to pick up your daughter, Leilani. The school seemed to be hosting some type of afterschool barbecue to kick off the start of a new school year. Ah, so that was happening today?

You did remember reading that in the email they sent out. You also remembered the guilt of having to tell your sweet little girl that you couldn’t make it due to your long work hours. Gosh, her face killed you. You put a mental reminder to make it up to her this weekend. Oh, wait– she goes with her dad this weekend. Damn it.

The scene greeted you immediately—kids playing, parents chatting, teachers either helping with hospitality or watching over the crowd. You scanned for your little one when your eyes locked on someone who made your stomach drop.

Working the grill next to a spiky blonde guy, stood a man of messy green hair, freckled cheeks, and unmistakable emerald green eyes that sparked a flood of memories. 

That night months ago—the charm, the heat, and your hasty morning escape—came rushing back.

Lani, your daughter, tugged on your sleeve excitedly, bringing you back to earth. You smiled down at her. “Hey, lani–”

"Mommy, I want you to meet Mr. Midoriya! He’s the coolest!" Before you could respond, she dragged you forward. You tried your best to keep up with the tiny curly haired girl who was impressively quick on her feet.

He looked up as you approached, his smile faltering briefly before he masked it with professional politeness. "Hi, you must be her mother," he said, backing away from the sizzling meat before offering his scarred hand that wasn’t holding a utensil. 

"Izuku Midoriya. Pleasure to finally meet you."

Damn it, he was so good at pretending he didn't know you. It was for a good reason, you suppose–for the sake of your daughter.

You forced a smile, your heart and mind racing as you shook his hand, the memory of that same hand that caressed your cheek flashing vividly. "Nice to meet you," you managed, voice a little too high-pitched.

Izuku chuckled, setting down the grilling tongs and muttering something to the spiky-haired guy who was working the grill like a pro. From the way he so skillfully flipped and handled that meat, he clearly didn't need any assistance. That must've been what was communicated, because Izuku nodded, giving the grumpy blonde a departing pat on the back before providing you and your daughter his full undivided attention.

Leilani rambled about Mr. Midoriya being the best teacher while you fought to keep it together. Just as you began to brainstorm a proper excuse to leave, Izuku decided to take this interaction to the next level.

He kneeled in front of your daughter, a huge, boyish grin on his face that would have old ladies falling to their knees. Leilani honed in on the man’s handsome face, fully prepared to listen to what her teacher had to say. Mommy too, baby. Mommy too.

“Oh, Leilani, you’re so sweet! I appreciate that a lot! Hey, do you mind going off to play while Mr. Midoriya speaks with your mommy for a bit? Won’t keep her for long, I promise!” He beamed, tilting his head as he waited for the little girl’s response. To somehow sweeten the deal, he held out his scarred pinky finger for her to secure said promise. Oh, he’s good.

Leilani nodded quickly, linking her pinky with his before prancing off to the playground and almost immediately involving herself into a game of Tag with the other second graders.

Your heart sank as you both watched her go. That meant that you and Izuku would get some privacy, even if it was just for a moment. He straightened up, that friendly teacher's smile still on his face. When he finally turned to face you, however, his expression flickered with something you couldn’t pinpoint. Longing? Regret?

"I wasn’t expecting to see you again," he said quietly. Then, his smile turned into a smirk. One that definitely wasn’t kid-friendly.

 "I've been wondering where you've gone, love."