kirishima has my heart

your eyes fluttered open as you snuggled closer to Katsuki, the soft beat of his heart daring to lull you back to sleep. you looked at him through half-lidded eyes. the corners of your mouth tugged upwards at the sight of him in his softest state: unconscious. you wished it could just stay this way— the two of you in a relationship. one you didn’t have to hide. but that would be a foolish choice, what with you being wanted. his job was to chase you, and yours? well, yours was to give him someone to catch. after all, a hero is completely unsuccessful without the work of a villain.

your stomach turned when you looked around at all the blood that painted the walls. you felt the contents of your stomach rise. you were going to be sick. you’d seen dead people before, sure, but this? this was uncalled for. you couldn't handle this, and your master saw that was well.

you shifted slightly, attempting to get more comfortable but only managing to wake him up. his glossed over, red eyes bore into your own e/c eyes.

“morning, dumbass.”

you chuckled, your hand sliding down his bare chest. you propped yourself up, your free hand combing gently through his spiked hair.

“morning, sunshine. how’d you sleep?”

“i would’ve slept better if an idiot hadn't woken me up,” his voice was gruff and tired, but you knew it was playful.

“mmm, so very harsh. i bet you don’t get presents from Santa, hmm? you naughty little bitch.” you teased back.

“what the fuck did you call me you pompous little shit?”

he rolled over to hover above you. his eyes flickered up and down your body, a smirk adorning his features. perhaps you didn’t have to just be a nighttime stress reliever— mornings worked as well.

“don’t be so pathetic, y/n. this is what we wanted, what we worked so hard for! a better society doesn’t just happen, darling. first, we have to purge.” Master spoke quietly. his excitement was clear and you wished you could share it, but you couldn’t. something about their innocent, unsuspecting faces made it hard to watch. what was happening to you? you weren’t soft. you made the world tremble, for God’s sake! a monster doesn’t get sick at the sight of evil, does it?

you grinned under his gaze, your lip innocently making its way between your teeth.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

you loved how easy it was for you to turn him on. it was the smallest things— from biting your lip to batting your eyes. he had a soft spot for you, and you were so glad it was only you.

he leaned down and connected his lips to your neck, sucking and biting anywhere that elicited a soft whimper from that mouth of yours. your fingers ran through and tugged at his hair, pulling him as close to you as you could. he pressed his body against yours, making your hips jerk up. you smirked when you heard the quiet groan that left his throat.

“Master, these people… they haven’t done anything! they’re innocent, sir! it’s the heroes— the heroes are the impurities. we need to get rid of them!” your voice was pleading and desperate. you’d hurt innocent people before… why was now different? you were raised to kill, that was all you were made for. but how can you kill when their teary eyes made your heart shatter?

“you’ve become unusually weak, y/n. don’t forget why you’re here. you are nothing but a weapon to me, and i expect you to behave as one. last i checked, weapons don’t have feelings.”

quiet pants escaped your throat, your chest rising and falling quicker than before. Katsuki laid next to you, his arm tiredly holding you close to him. you stared at the ceiling in a comfortable silence. it wasn’t until you heard soft snores that the silence broke. you looked over to see him sleeping once again. you decided to take that as your chance to leave. it was his day off and you would’ve loved to spend it with him, but you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea. you gently got up, doing your best to move as quietly as you could to get dressed.

you gave him one last look, a sort of sadness washing over you before you left his apartment.

“right, sir, sorry.” you mumbled, shifting on your feet.

“would you just look at it, y/n? i can feel our plan cleansing the streets. soon, this place will belong entirely to us. won’t that be magnificent?” he said. you could practically see the venom dripping from each word that left your master’s mouth. at this rate, you didn’t know which was worse: his plans or his belief that his plans were good?

Katsuki awoke again, the pressure on his arm and side no longer there. he felt colder without you. he’d never admit it, but he wished you would stay. though he knew that, while heroes got a break every once in a while, villains didn’t get days off. it was hard for him to truly believe that you were a villain, though. you had an infectious laugh, a gorgeous smile. monsters were ugly, vile creatures, weren’t they? you couldn’t be a monster. no, not with that heart. you didn’t smile like evil did.

you saw a blurred figure rush at him, explosions making the two of you fly back. you gripped your side, the impact causing an ache to arise throughout your ribs. you caught a glimpse of sharp, bright red eyes staring menacingly down at both you and your master. you’d recognise those eyes and that quirk anywhere. you could see the pain and disgust when he looked at you, and it tore you apart. your master smiled. his dark, wavy hair covered his eyes, but you knew that there was pure hatred within them. you saw blood trickle down the side of his face. your heartbeat quickened when laughter erupted from his throat, and he found his way back onto his feet.

“oh, Bakugou— did you think you could kill me all on your own? your quirk simply isn’t strong enough to take out both me and my second-in-command. y/n, kill him.” his voice was strong and demanding. it was enough to make anyone fall to their knees and beg for his mercy.

“sir, i—“

“y/n, now! i wasn’t asking!” he ordered. you stood up, your limbs shaking. you couldn’t do it. you couldn’t kill him. all you could do was stare at him, unable to move. that’s when you felt the oxygen leave your lungs. you tried to inhale, gasping for air that you couldn’t get. you fell to your knees, your hand grasping your throat.

you heard the sirens of the ambulances and cop cars that hurried past you. you looked around at the scurrying people. something wasn’t right. you ran in the direction the cops were heading, hoping to find some clues as to what the hell was happening. it couldn’t have been anyone you associate with, you would’ve been informed.

buildings were on fire and alarms were sounding. people were screaming, trying to take cover from the debris that came from crashing buildings. you heard a familiar cackle of one of the newer recruits that Master had taken in. with that, you knew it was a mission done by your own group that had failed to include you. your eyes scanned the tops of the buildings until it landed on the lanky figure of the man you worked for.

“ma… ster…” you choked out. your vision had gone blurry. all the sound had become muffled and you were incredibly dizzy. the only sound you could make out was an explosion, followed by bright red flames that engulfed your boss. oxygen rushed into your body, allowing you to inhale deeply. you coughed as the tears that pricked your eyes fell down your cheeks. you looked up to Katsuki, an animalistic glint in his eyes. it looked like humanity had left your lover’s body and was replaced with pure, indisputable maliciousness. he glared down at the man who had dared to hurt you in front of him.

“you’re audacious, i’ll give you that. but don’t you ever hurt her again, do you understand me? if i found out you have, i’ll—“

you saw a bright flash and knew immediately what it was. your heart stopped as you saw the familiar blue of your master’s ice strike out, and for a moment you thought it was too late. when you saw that Katsuki was still standing you knew it had missed, but it wouldn’t miss a second time. that’s how your master worked, he always sent out a warning before the real thing. you shot to your feet and ran towards Katsuki, pushing him out of the way as the ice shot forward. the air you had struggled so hard to get was forced out of your lungs again. there were no words to explain the shock that took over your entire body. you looked down as your hands gently gripped the long, sharp icicle that had pierced your skin.

you hurried toward the building that your master was using as a way to look at his work. you couldn’t believe you were the second-in-command— and you were the last to know. it wasn’t right, but then again, none of this was. you made your way up to the roof of the building, staring at the back of his head.

“come, join me, y/n.” his voice was soft and inviting when he spoke to you. though he was an authority figure to you, he never spoke to you as though you were anything less than human. he treated you like you deserved to be heard, like you deserved to be here. and you supposed that was why you went with him all those years ago. he made you feel like you were worth anything at all as he shaped you into the perfect, merciless weapon.

your eyes watered again as you coughed slightly, blood dripping from your mouth. you stumbled backward, trying to keep your balance but your vision was foggy. you heard more yelling and explosions before two strong arms wrapped around your torso, finally allowing your knees to buckle and your entire body to collapse into his chest.

“y/n, please don’t close your eyes. baby, please,” Katsuki pleaded, his cheeks pink. his eyes looked glassy and pained.

“i’m cold, Katsu,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

“you’re gonna be okay, princess. i’m gonna get you to the hospital, okay? you’ll be alright.” he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Katsuki, stop. you wouldn’t make it in time,” you held on tightly to him, trying to get as much warmth as you could.

“and even if you did, they’d just lock me up when it was healed. it’s better this way, love.”

“better this way? don’t fucking tell me that it’s ‘better this way’! it’s not, y/n! i don’t want to get over you!” his tears trailed down his cheeks and the drops hit your cold skin.

“it is better, Katsu. this world has enough monsters.” your hand traced down his arm to grip his fingers, your half-lidded eyes looking into his own.

“you’re not a monster, y/n. please don’t leave me. i love you,”

“s-stop… you don’t mean that, don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” your breathing slowed and your grip became loose. you chuckled lightly.

“i can’t help but think it was meant to be this way.”

you smiled softly at him and your eyes closed. your hand fell limply at your side.

“no, no, no! y/n, no! wake up! wake up, dammit!” he held you close to his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck. quiet sobs left his throat as he begged for you to come back to him.

your words echoed through his mind. ‘i can’t help but think it was meant to be this way.’ if it was supposed to be like this, why did it hurt so much? why was letting go of you so hard? he couldn’t bring himself to believe you when you said you were a monster. he didn’t think he’d ever believe that. but you were right. you chose the life of villainy, you chose to be a monster. but when you love someone, you ignore what they really are. though you had redeeming aspects, nothing could change the fact that you had harmed people— that you had taken lives. only Bakugou knew of who you were outside of being a wanted criminal. though, as far as you were concerned, there was no one who would miss you. so yeah—

katsuki bakugou

he’s not one for romantic gestures, but he gets up a little earlier than you

your eyes open and immediately you smell your favourite breakfast

the thing about bakugou is he doesn’t tell you how he feels about you NEARLY as much as he shows you

and this was one way he showed you

he thought valentine’s day was stupid, but you didn’t

and so there he stood, cooking you your favourites

you got out of bed when you smelled it and tiredly walked to the kitchen

he was facing the sink, working on something, when you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his torso

he tensed at first bc??? lmao you didn’t warn him you LOSER

you absolute fucking bafoon

anyway, moving on

“good morning, baby. is that y/f/b i smell?”

“yeah. say anything about it and i’ll eat it and make you watch.”

okay mayhaps his romantic gesture didn’t technically make him romantic

but even so, he did the same thing throughout the day

he didn’t take you out to do something or anything like that

but it was so much better than any cheesy romantic date you could’ve gone on

so he made your favourite foods and cuddled you on the couch

soft baby bakugou? yes please 🤤

hes literally so soft for you

his sweet, beautiful dumbass

he thinks the absolute UNIVERSE of you

you’re his fucking baby

you’re his sweetheart

his love

his life

or whatever the fuck it is those couples call each other

yeah thats what you are to him

hes not the most calm and collected boyfriend

but he was the best damn gift you’ve ever received

shouto todoroki

THIS SWEET INNOCENT BABY BOY

oh he’s so precious

did he buy you chocolates? yes

did he buy you flowers? yes

did he buy you stuffed animals? YES

but the absolute BEST GIFT HE GAVE YOU???

himself 😋

he was so nervous???

would you like what he got you? was it too much?

he didn’t know

poor boy never had a significant other before

he was so in love with you

he wasn’t cold and calm around you

he was soft and still a little panicked

he didn’t think he deserved you, even now

but here we are

he gets really confused when you disappear into your room for a minute

and then he gets flushed when he realises you got him a gift too

he loves it more than life itself dont get him wrong

but he wouldve been more than happy with just getting the opportunity to continue to love you

izuku midoriya

oh he’s such a cUTE AWKWARD BABY BOY

he loves you so FUCKING MUCH BUT HOW DOES HE SHOW IT???

chocolate? candy? stuffed creatures? flowers? cards? NO

IT WASNT ENOUGH

so what could he do? sad face emoji

he decided to get you a cute little heart necklace

which wasnt much, but it was adorable!!!

he thought it would look so cute on you

of course he bought you flowers too (hes the kind to buy flowers even if it’s not valentine’s day)

he was over the moon when you got all flustered and cheeky

did you take the necklace off? no

ever? no

but would you love him forever? absolutely

you kept the flowers and even pressed one in a book

probably the best valentine’s day you’ve ever had

same for him

he lov u very much 🥺👉👈

denki kaminari

he’s such an ugly whore i hate him

this boy? comedy centre

does he use a stupid valentine’s day pick up line?

you bet your sweet cheeks he does

“is there a mirror in your pants? because i can see myself in them ;)”

literally punch him

it does not stop

you are in constant pain

“hey babe?”

“what kami?”

“you leonardo dicaptured my heart—“

“gET OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE”

you love him tho

even if he is an insufferable dumbass, you love him

no but valentine’s day is really fun with him

he’s silly and he makes you laugh, which in itself is a gift already

but he still takes you out to dinner and a movie

but you happen to be lucky enough to have gotten a guy that makes you feel like everyday is valentine’s day

he might be a moronic idiot but he knows one thing with damned certainty

he’s completely enraptured by you

eijirou kirishima

sweetest fucking boy

treats you like motherfucking ROYALTY

you are a god/goddess

a sight to behold

he’s a romantic, what can you do

BUT

you weren’t nt fond of valentines day

“babe! let’s go out and do something!”

“kiri, valentine’s day is pointless. but if that’s what you want, sure.”

you have fun of course

but you just didn’t get the point

it was just another day

why should you love him any more or less on valentine’s day than you would any other day?

“y/n, today’s about love!”

“today is centred around saint valentine, who was imprisoned and then executed. if that’s love, baby, then i can kill you if you please.”

“... never mind, sweetie.”

he was kinda scared of you

but that’s ok bc u were still his sweet y/n

and he was so excited to spend valentine’s day with you <3

he bought you flowers

and he spent the entire day telling you how beautiful you are

he lets you know exactly how precious you are to him

but like,,, that doesn’t stop because it’s no longer valentine’s day

“oh my God! are you okay? wait, that’s a stupid question, you’re clearly not— let me help you, yeah?” you panicked. you did your best to help him stand, making him drape his arm around your shoulders while you gently held his torso. his quiet pants and pained expressions were making you uneasy.

“thank you,” he managed to breathe out, hugging his side tighter with his right arm.

“i should be thanking you. after all, you’ve saved so many people. but i suppose that’s to be expected from the number two hero, right?” you smiled softly at him, attempting to take his mind off the pain in his side.

“i guess so, but people like you save others as well. what do you do exactly?”

“i’m actually an intern. i’m going to school to be a surgeon, but that won’t be for awhile. take a seat in that room, okay? i’ll be in to help in just a moment.”

⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆

“i’m going to be honest with you, that blood is not going to come out of these clothes. would you mind if i just cut it open?”

“do what you need to,”

you nodded and cut through his stained clothes, revealing a rather large gash. your stomach turned at the sight. sure, you wanted to be a surgeon, but you weren’t quite used to the bleeding and gruesome looking cuts just yet.

“you okay there?”

“huh? oh, yeah! i’m just… not used to this yet,” you muttered.

“well, tell me the news, doc. am i gonna make it?”

you laughed quietly as you began cleaning the wound.

“i don’t know, sir. that’s a pretty nasty cut you got there,”

he chuckled before hissing at the sting from the disinfectant you used.

“sorry… gotta clean it. it would suck if this thing got infected. you’re gonna need stitches, too.”

he nodded as he watched your hands. it was amazing how still and gentle you were. though he was in searing pain, your softness made it easier. you were kind and you joked in order to make the situation more lighthearted even if you were panicking, he appreciated that. he leaned back gently when you went to grab the things you needed to start the stitches, his head spinning. he tried to focus on his breathing to make the pounding in his head dissipate.

“Hawks? are you alright? what hurts?”

“fuck… everything,”

“are you saying ‘fuck everything’ or ‘fuck, everything’?”

“my head is killing me.”

“i’m gonna guess you said the second one, then. hold on, i’ll get you some medicine.”

you grabbed some water and painkillers for him to take while you stitch up his side.

“here, maybe this will help with your side, too. what’s your favourite colour?”

“what does that matter?”

“just some small talk to get your mind off the fact i just pushed a needle into your skin to stitch up the gaping laceration on your side. ooh! winter of autumn?”

“autumn, easier to fly. what about you?”

you stood still for a moment as you thought.

“well, autumn is gorgeous, but the snow is too. hard to say, honestly. probably autumn, though. your turn to ask a question!”

your fingers worked quickly as you tried to ignore his soft groans. you felt bad putting him in more pain, and the sounds he made were making you more worried.

“what’s your name?” he asked quietly.

“that’s your question? pretty boring, if you ask me. but it’s l/n. l/n y/n. and we’re done! that wasn’t too bad, yeah?” you beamed at him as you put your tools back where they belong. it hit you hard when you realised he'd have to pay for everything you did tonight if anyone else found out. it’d be kind of hard to sneak someone with giant wings out of a building, not including the security tapes.

“do you think you can fly?” you asked.

“yeah, i think so. why?”

“i don’t want you to have to pay for this. if you fly off the roof to your house, it’d be like you were never here. but you need to rest when you get home, which means no flying unless absolutely necessary!”

he laughed lightly and nodded.

“yes, ma’am. thank you for all your help, l/n.”

you grinned as you put a sticker on his hand, giggling softly at yourself.

“no problem, mr. pro-hero! now go home so you can get better and keep kicking ass.”

you walked him up to the roof, the two of you talking about yourselves to fill the silence. it was going to take awhile for him to heal, and it’d likely take longer if he decided to disobey you.

“can i see you again?” he looked at you, waiting for your response.

you got a funny feeling in your stomach when he asked you that.

“i’d like it. you know, if we saw each other again. maybe under less… intense circumstances. like a drink, for example. if that’s alright with you,” his voice was soft and inviting, and it made your heart jump.

“yeah, i’d love to! i come up here every night. meet me here whenever you’d like. i can’t guarantee i’ll be free, but you’d still get to see me.”

“it’s a date, then. ‘til we meet again?”

you smiled softly as you watched him fly off the roof.