after the death of his wife Toji falls in love one more time, and his fear of losing him shows in controlling behavior. Will you both find a solution for it?

The realization that Toji was in love with you made him furious at himself.

How stupid and foolish of him, of his fucking heart for wanting you this way. Love meant vulnerability and vulnerability meant loss.

He had learned that lesson years ago when he stood beside a grave with dirt under his fingernails and realized the only person who had ever truly loved him was gone.

This man had fucking tried keeping you at arms length. But there you were, slipping through every crack in the walls he had built around himself.

everyone at the agency knew one thing:

you didn’t raise your voice around 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐.

as his sidekick, you knew another truth that he wasn’t actually angry at you. still, the way he barked orders, the way his eyes burned when you messed up even slightly, made your chest tight every time. you worked harder than anyone else because you were terrified of disappointing him.

bakugo noticed.

what he’d never say was that every time you flinched, something ugly twisted in his gut. something possessive. something dangerous.

the night it happened, the streets were quiet. too quiet. you were three steps behind him when a group of low-level villains cornered you in an alley, cocky and stupid enough to think bakugo was out of range. one of them grabbed your wrist. another laughed, and called you ‘dyna’s bitch’.

bakugo stopped, slowly turned his head. the explosion that followed wasn’t loud. it was controlled. terrifyingly so. he moved like a force of nature, precise and brutal, putting himself between you and them without hesitation. his voice dropped low, lethal.

“take your hands off my sidekick.”

they didn’t listen. they also never stood a chance.

when it was over, the villains were unconscious, the alley scorched, and bakugo was shaking with barely restrained fury. he turned to you, hands hovering, not quite touching.

“did they hurt you?” he demanded.

you swallowed. “n-no.”

“good. because if they had, there wouldn’t have been bodies left to arrest.”

he exhaled sharply, then did something no one else ever saw when he rested his forehead against yours for a second to ground himself. it was almost intimate.

“you don’t ever let someone talk to you like that again,” he growled. “you hear me?”

your heart slammed against your ribs. “you don’t get to scare me like that either.”

his eyes widened before they softened. “you matter,” he muttered like admitting it terrified him.

you reached for his sleeve, fingers trembling. “you do too.”

bakugo clicked his tongue, turning away so you wouldn’t see his expression. but he didn’t pull back when you stayed close.

from that night on, everyone at the agency understood something new:

you weren’t scary because you worked for bakugo.

you were scary because bakugo was in love with you, and lord have mercy for the poor soul who forgot it.

⌗ᆞ› ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ꒰ 💙 ꒱

⌗ᆞ› ɢᴀᴄʜɪᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀ ꒰ 🩶 ꒱

⌗ᆞ› ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ ꒰ ❤️ ꒱

⌗ᆞ› ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ ꒰ 💜 ꒱

⌗ᆞ› ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ꒰ 💚 ꒱

ft. bakugo, kirishima, denki, shoto, shinsou, hawks, mirko, aizawa, dabi

it wasn’t unusual that the guys came over to watch you girls training. it usually didn’t bother you. they were respectful… most of the time. that’s why you didn’t notice 𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒐 watching you until it was too late.

now you didn’t want to praise yourself, but you were one of the few who stayed after the games, and sometimes after practice to practice even more. again and again you ran drills until your legs burned. repeated the shots that never landed right, and downright forced your body into a rhythm that didn’t come naturally to you.

“you’re inefficient.”

his voice cut through the empty field. you startled and turned around. he was already closer than you expected.

vivian hugo. a prodigy, and someone you secretly admired. now, not too much.

“what?”

“your movements,” he responded calmly. “they don’t align with your natural aptitude.”

your jaw tightened. “didn’t ask.”

“no,” he agreed. “but you need it.”

he stepped closer, and while it wasn’t threatening, you felt like it was anyway. his eyes moved over you, studying and treating you like a riddle he needed to solve.

“your center of gravity shifts too late,” he continued. “your reaction time is average. your instinct for positioning is inconsistent.”

your eye twitched dangerously as the words landed right into your gut, and you swallowed. “and yet i’m still here.”

he didn’t seem to expect your reply and a hint of interest flickered through his dark eyes. “yes.”

for the first time, since he watched you, hugo wasn’t analyzing your flaws - he was recalculating what he had learned about you.

“that’s the inconsistency.”

you frowned. “what is?”

“you.”

you held your breath as he stepped closer and almost invaded your personal space. the scent of leather and cologne filled your nose. what an intoxicating mix.

“by all observable metrics, you shouldn’t be pursuing this role,” he said. “and yet… you persist beyond reason.”

… and then he ruined it.

anger bubbled up in your chest. “so what, you’re here to tell me to quit?”

“no.”

his hands lifted, a little bit with hesitation, before he adjusted your stance. he turned your shoulders a bit and pressed lightly at your waist.

the touch itself was clinical, but there was something more. he lingered, even when he shouldn’t.

“i’m here,” he said quietly, “because you’re misaligned.”

you froze. “excuse me?”

beneath the logic in his expression you could see something deeper.

“your effort is real,” he said. “your direction isn’t.”

you stepped back, pulling away from his hands. “you don’t get to decide that.”

“i do.”

the audacity had you speechless and yet you stayed. you kept listening.

“everyone has a role that maximizes their existence,” he continued. “forcing yourself into the wrong one is inefficient. wasteful.”

your fists clenched. “maybe i don’t care about efficiency.”

“that’s because you haven’t seen the correct outcome yet.”

oh, and his eyes did that dangerous soft thing again you didn’t like. or did you?

“i can show you.”

“why?” you asked quieter. “why do you even care?”

he didn’t answer immediately. the big vivian hugo hesitated with his words while his eyes seemed to caress your face. he calculated something new.

“because,” he said slowly, “you’re an anomaly.”

you blinked. man seemed to be full of compliments. it made you feel conflicted.

“you contradict your own data,” he continued. “and yet… every time i observe you, the result stabilizes.”

what followed was so unexpected. he allowed himself to take one more step until his firm chest brushed your shoulder and his hand closed around your wrist.

“you shouldn’t work,” he whispered softly. “and yet when i account for you everything else does.”

your breath caught as his unwavering gaze locked into yours. there was something so undeniable possessive about the way he touched you now, the way he looked at you.

it had you weak in the knees.

“so i’ll fix your trajectory,” he continued. “i’ll place you where you’re meant to be.”

his thumb pressed slightly against your pulse.

“with me.”

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the door opened without a sound and yet the entire common room of cleaners went quiet.

𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒗𝒖𝒔 stepped inside like he owned the air everyone breathed. conversations died mid sentences and enjin’s laughter cut off sharply.

no one dared to greet him in this moment. it wasn’t disrespect from their part, but the knowledge that a man like corvus was on the edge when you came back from missions.

like right now. you were still dusty and tired, but you knew defying your man would be a mistake.

he was protective like that.

your heartbeat picked up even when you should get used to it by now. it was from the weight of everyone watching, holding their breath… and maybe the cut you hid under your clothes.

“come to me,” he ordered calmly, and you obeyed.

his eyes didn’t leave you for a second as he took in your appearance. love wrapped in possessiveness, you’d call it.

his hand lifted and he tilted your chin, angling your face towards the light. his other hand moved to your arm, sliding down, turning it to inspect for anything out of place.

the room felt suffocating. no one spoke. no one moved.

his hand moved to your shoulder, then lower before he paused. his fingers stilled near your side, where the fabric hid the cut. you sighed softly as his gaze dropped, narrowing.

“what happened?” he asked controlled.

that was the moment the tension snapped across the room. you exhaled quietly and offered a small smile.

“it’s nothing,” you tried brushing it off. “just a scratch, i promise.”

his grip tightened slightly as he weighed in the options what to do next. before he could go for something drastic you lifted your shirt and he closed his eyes for a second.

just a cut. it didn’t even need stitches.

“next time i want you to come to me immediately when you’re hurt,” he said quietly.

you nodded and moved to your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “okay.”

from somewhere behind you enjin murmured, “may we all stay safe if something happens to her.”

corvus lips twitched in return, but no truer words were spoken. heaven help them all when the day would come that his woman got seriously injured. not even her sweet voice and gentle touches could save any of them then.