((okay so i know i shoulda update this a lot sooner but...
anyways here he is.))
This is based off @mizunetzu fic and I’ve gotten permission to write this and the second part
Pronouns in this fic are He/Him- Manga Spoilers!!!!
Y/N had never stepped foot in that volleyball gym after that occurrence. He roamed the halls with his head down, wanting to avoid the nasty looks his other teammates have given him. He didn’t worry about seeing his ex ‘lover’ as he usually made his way through the school by avoiding unpopulated areas. He now had a new club which made him just as happy.
It remained like this for the rest of the time spent in high school. Y/N had soon gotten over the boy. He decided to pursue arts further.
Little did he know that he would have his art presented in a lavish museum a few years later. He stood with his art, as different reporters took pictures of him. It was a grand opening for his exhibit. Many guests started to arrive, wanting to check out the art of this “new and upcoming” artist. Y/N usually didn’t enjoy the attention, but seeing all these people praising his art just felt... really good.
The event was going smoothly. Y/N talked and answered questions from the guests, and had some good interactions. That was until... they arrived.
The MSBY 4 had arrived. As part of a public relations stunt, they were asked to go see the exhibit to hopefully attract more guests. Hearing that the artist used to play volleyball, Hinata immediately said yes on behalf of the four of them. All they know was that they were going to an art museum.
When Y/N noticed the raven haired boy arrive, his stomach dropped. Of course he was over a short-lived relationship, but he didn’t really want to see the boy on such a big day for him. He acted like he never saw him and continued talking to the guests. Although knowing that Sakusa was there felt like an itch, he knew he couldn’t ruin the night for himself just for a man. Thing went well with this mentality until he heard the sound of something shattering.
Y/N turned around to see a white and black haired boy standing in front of a shattered pot, an awkward smile on his face. The others looked at him in shock. Y/N were shocked too. He had worked really hard on that pot and he saw it in pieces. They were big enough that he could salvage them but still...
Soon Y/N sat in a backroom of the museum with the four other boys. They were waiting for their respective managers to show up. The black and white haired boy was under a table sulking. “So L/N I heard you used to play volleyball is that true?” The orange haired boy asked, genuinely interested to the response. Sakusa had given the poor boy a dirty look. “Yeah.. I did it for all of my junior high days, and 2 years in high school.” Y/N responded with. He fiddled with his hands. Sakusa, on the other hand was turned around, not facing Y/N at all. “Why did you quit?” The ginger asked, making Sakusa glare at him. “Its a long story...”
Soon things were settled between the managers, with many apologies from Bokuto (You got to learn their names) and his manager. Hinata had gotten your number, as he was very interested in your art and you. Who knew he could be a flirt?
The next day you got a text, and you checked it, expecting it to be Hinata. Instead it said this.
“Hey, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi. I was wondering if you would be willing to meet me to talk.”
Y/N was shocked.
(ahshshshsasa sorry its like 3 am im never up this late but i wanted to get this done, part four IG?)
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Hey can you do Tenya with a PAINFULLY energetic and loud s/o and how he handles them?
THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST! Okay so I’ll love you forever hahaha, I hope you like this :) I’m pretty nervous
BY THE WAY I LOVE YOUR PORFILE PHOTO
TENYA WITH A CHAOTIC AND LOUD S/O
People outside 1A genuinely don’t know how you guys got together
Some people even say as a joke that Tenya started dating you to keep you from doing crazy things
But his classmates knew what was going on with their representant from the very beginning
People see him as this very serious and quiet guy, but even if he loves rules and calm , he’s so chaotic at the same time
So sometimes your energetic sides will coincide and STUDENTS BETTER PREPARE
You are really loud, you love speaking A LOT about EVERYTHING and Iida loves that of you, he’s so attracted to people who know about interesting stuff and love conversating so that’s one of the things he adores about you
Sometimes you may start rambling and he has to kindly stop you to continue with the original topic
What makes him start doing that weird thing with his arms while shouting is when Kaminari, Mina and you get together
It’s literally the recipy for disaster
His responsible side comes out and follows you guys around ‘cause you’re gonna get in so much trouble, and we all know this
If he feels like you should care a bit more about studying he’ll prepare cute study dates
You always want to partner with him but he has to remind you that you cannot always be together in training lessons
If you like sports , he’ll join you , if you ike art, he’ll try to learn from you, if you like singing or theatre he’ll be there to listen to you doing all the voices in musicals songs and then he’ll applaude ( BRAVOOO JAJAJAJA)
I don’t think he would get angry with you for being loud, he’s so respectful and I think he would even envy you sometime because of how carefree and cheerful you are
But if you break the rules very often you may find yourself getting lectured (not as hard as 1A but still) by this blue haired guy
You inspire him to come out of his comfort zone
PDA is more of a private thing for him, so when you suddenly hug him or get too close because you want a kiss , he’ll freeze hahaha
But in the end is all about comunication and boundaries
I got bored of doing schoolwork so this is me doing something random idk if this is considered good 👯
gender neutral!!
If you’re a more outgoing person and love being around other people then he’s probably gonna plan something outdoors maybe a park, shopping, cafe, or carnival type date
he’s gonna try to show off a bunch and I mean A LOT. this man is gonna try to pay for anything you want or look at in an excited way. if you’re looking at some huge expensive item he’s gonna try to bargain with the salesperson. as he should tho.
he is going to dress up for this date. there’s no stopping him, he’s already spent more than a couple hours looking through social media for a good outdoors date outfit. it’s gonna be loose but casual in a sense. if you’re gonna be indoors for a certain amount of time he’s gonna dress up in a more cozy/comfortable style. he could look good in a potato sack so I don’t doubt his fashion comprehension skills.
if you guys are going to see a movie he’s most likely already prepaid for tickets and brought them with him. i think he’d be into fantasy or comedy movies especially, but if you aren’t a fan of those genres he’d definitely let you pick the genre beforehand!
if you don’t want separate movie theater food, he’ll feel obligated to share his popcorn or any candy with you. he’s gonna get himself food no matter where you’re both going.
food. lots of food. this man has a big appetite and loves trying new foods. so he’s hoping you will too! especially if he sees or smells meat, you both arent leaving for awhile 😅.
if you aren’t the biggest eater or are uncomfortable with eating around him, he’s perfectly fine with waiting until after or later to do so! I’d like to think he’d want to get straight into the fun activities first then dial back on the exciting stuff and do less straining activities.
he’s Bokuto and he’s got a lot of energy available for whatever he’s got planned or whatever you want to do, he’s probably been planning this date for weeks and wouldn’t want anything to go bad 🥺.
he’s gonna be pretty jumpy if things start going south a little so praise him a lot! let him know how the date is going little by little to build up his lost confidence.
if you’re the type of person to lead things on a date he’ll be even happier that you’re just as excited to hang out with him! he’s got a pretty big heart and you’re just making your way into it!
if you aren’t into outdoors type dates and being around too many people is another to you, he would love to do something at his or your place!
he’ll bring or have some games with him for a console or classic board games. if you both have switches that’s even better!!
he’s actually pretty good at uno whether he used to play against the other captains or with msby teammates now!
he definitely has either Netflix or Hulu. i feel like he’d be too indecisive to choose which to use when streaming so he’d just pay for both or even a third site 😭. but same tho.
pillow fights? only if you want too! cuddling? of course! karaoke? he’d have so much fun! Bokuto just wants to make sure the both of you have a good and fun time, so he’s open to doing whatever you want! if you wanna go to a fast food place at 3am he’s gonna drive you both and blast music in the car while you both jam out 😆. prank calling friends and teammates are advised because he just can’t control his laughter whenever they get confused or mad. sakusa already knows it’s a prank call before you both even get to say anything so he hangs up. y’all are just like 🧍.
Dates with him are always interesting and fun! Even if something doesn’t go exactly how he’d want it too, it usually ends with you both wanting to go on another!
- Tsukki has cold hands but Yamaguchi doesn’t mind at all.
- Yamaguchi likes it when Tsukki touches his face because yams tends to blush and overheat a lot
- The chill of Tsukki’s hands helps calm him down
- So if Yamaguchi ever has a panic attack, or if he’s really anxious, he likes to hold Tsukki’s hands
- The first time he grabbed Tsukki’s hands like that, he immediately let go and started rambling
- “Aaaah, I’m so sorry, Tsukki! Your hands are just so nice and cold, and I was getting kinda hot- not like in a weird way! I’m not sweaty!! I was just-“
- Tsukki cuts him off and tells Yamaguchi that it’s fine if he needs to hold his hand
- If it helps Yams, of course he’ll tolerate it
- This makes Yamaguchi blush and thank Tsukishima (over and over again lmao)
- Tsukki really likes Yamaguchi’s hands too
- He gets really cold, so holding onto Yamaguchi warms him up
- Sometimes if he’s feeling lonely, Tsukki will call Yams and ask him to come over and cuddle (“for the warmth,” he tells yamaguchi. They both know that’s just an excuse)
- This happens a lot during winter
- Since both of them like to hold hands, they do it at school
- Yamaguchi was embarrassed at first, but Tsukki reminded him that “humans all suck, so why should we need their approval?”
- That didn’t really make Yamaguchi less apprehensive, but it did make him laugh
- They aren’t dating yet, but they hold hands a lot so Karasuno is very confused
- It all makes much more sense once Yamaguchi and Tsukki officially get together
- Now, not only can they cuddle, but they can also kiss (yayy finally)
- Anyway, they’re the absolute rulers of PDA because Tsukki straight up (nothing straight about it actually) doesn’t care, and Yamaguchi tries very hard to follow his lead
- And if it’ll annoy their teammates, that’s a bonus ;)
to anyone who needs to hear it, we want you alive.
sometimes, you really forget about the people the care about you, wether it be the bus driver who takes you to school, the barista that enjoys seeing you at their shop, or even a class mate that you only talk to in class.
You may be getting tired of being told that it will be better, and I get that, but there is so much small things to look forward to, there are always new awesome anime’s being released, maybe your school has a special day, or even a little kid looks up at you in awe.
I love all of my small amount of followers and if you are ever sad I’m always available.
Remember, if Hinata can become a spiker, and Deku can become the top Hero, you can do this okay?
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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
they’re asking you to disclose if you’re transgender. legally, they can’t ask or consider someone’s gender in hiring someone, so they get around it by giving you the option of telling them yourself. if you “volunteer” the information, that’s legal.
its like when they try to figure out if you’re poor by asking if you have “reliable transportation,” hoping that ppl will explain that they dont have a car without actually being asked. things like that.
its a scummy thing to do, especially in this case where theyre presenting it like a “diversity” thing.
My managers have personally told people that anyone who puts anything like that outside of just “male or female” gets their application tossed immediately.
Btw if an interviewer asks if you have reliable transportation, don’t say anything but “yes I do” that’s it!!!!! Don’t say another word don’t say you take the bus or walk or bike or get rides or uber don’t say anything!!!!! Just say yes and that is it they cannot require any sort of proof of transportation.
I just took a class where one of the things we had to go over was interviewing to hire.
The entire process was super gross and made me feel scummy and unethical. SO!
Here is an article (that we used in class) that covers 30 Interview Questions Potential Employers are Not Allowed To Ask You (and what they might ask you instead).
FYI: a MAP is the name p*dos came up with to sound more acceptable. It means ‘Minor Attracted Person.’ If you see a MAP, it’s okay to punch/castrate them
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Can I request a Iida x male reader with a skin problem? Like every time they finish training or after a stressful event the reader's skin would inch then they would scratch it, red blotches would appear on their chest, stomach, back. The reader insecure about them and hate their body, so in the locker room Denki points them out which they realize and start to become insecure and the itching becomes unbearable. They make an excuse then Iida becomes worried about his classmate then hears quiet cries in their door, Iida asks to come in then sees them curled up on their bed scratches their skin harshly which Iida quickly stops them. Iida confronts them and tries to comfort them.
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰LOVE YOUR WRITING BYE THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!
Aaaah thank you! This request was very fun, and I do love me some iida~ I feel bad for antagonizing kaminari once again in my fics tho 😅😅
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Iida x reader - Don’t Itch Your Neck
⚠️warnings - two (2) mentions of itch attacks, one in the beginning and one at the end (sorry, didn’t know the word for it) kaminari being insensitive to reader.
Pronouns - male, he/him
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‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’
It should be common sense. Why would you ever compare someone to something as wickedly as a villain? It’s rude and distasteful, and you’re practically saying they’re just as bad as illegal thugs and murderer.
But as (Y/n) mindlessly scratched the itch on his neck, a normal itch, not one caused by his skin condition, a villain who terrorized their school at USJ suddenly popped up on the news channel he was watching on his phone.
“-Villain known as Shigaraki Tomura, the alleged ring leader of the League of Villains, has last been seen atop of a high building.” His phone buzzed. He stopped writing answers onto his notebook, as well as unconsciously scratching harder at his neck while turning his attention to the news channel on his phone propped up on Iida’s bed.
Iida would come back any second, telling him to get back to studying, but hey, he’s doing something productive like watching the news, right? Watching news is productive, right? Apparently, it was a special on Shigaraki, and knowing more about villains as a future hero is good, right?
“Shigaraki is estimated to be in his 20’s, and he is commonly seen in disputes against U.A, especially first-year hero class 1-A.” Yep, that was them alright. The news castor continued.
“It is also estimated that Shigaraki has some sort of skin condition, or due to his quirk his skin seems to be very dead and brittle.” The screen cut to some surveillance footage zoomed in on Shigaraki, clawing at dry blotches covering his neck.
His scratched-up, blotchy neck looked uncannily similar to (Y/n’s), especially with the way he was scratching it while being confronted by heroes. It must’ve been caused by stress too. (Y/n’s) skin would burn under the pressure of stress, and he couldn’t help but scratch all over.
(Y/n’s) neck decided to flare up at the sight of Shigaraki. Does that mean he was similar to a villain? He had some sort of trait that was identifiable with a villain? One that attacked his school, no doubt? He scratched his neck harder, bringing up his other hand to scratch the other burning side. Does that mean he was like Shigaraki?
(Y/n) let out a whimper. The itchiness would only scream more if he retracted his hands from his neck. He rubbed his skin raw, scratching so hard he could’ve swore there was blood starting to seep out from his neck.
The door to Iida’s dorm room clicked open silently. (Y/n) paid no mind to it, more focused on the unbearable itch on his neck and the tears clumping at his eyes.
“...(Y/n)-kun? Are you alright?” Iida’s voice broke through the small breaths and scratches of (Y/n), making him look up slightly with blurry eyes. When (Y/n) said nothing, Iida immediately dashed into his bathroom, looking for a small container of ointment.
Iida timped back into the room with a tiny white container in his hands, unscrewing the cap and placing it on under the container. He sat down on his bed, next to (Y/n).
“(Y/n)-kun...I need you to remove your hands, please.” (Y/n) whimpered out a weak, pained “No...” Iida pursed his lips.
“I promise it’s only for a second, it won’t itch.”
“It-it won’t stop-!” Blood was starting to drip down (Y/n’s) nails. Iida winced, quickly shuffling to the bedside table to grab a tissue from a half-filled tissue box. He returned calmly, sitting down next to (Y/n).
He gently set his hand on top of one of (Y/n’s), testing the waters and gently urging him to pull away. “It will only be for a second, love.” He said, with the tissue in his free-hand and the cream resting on a book laying on the bed.
(Y/n) let him pull away his hand, and Iida immediately went up to dabbing the tender, red area of his neck. There wasn’t much blood to begin with, only a few drops, but Iida didn’t want to take the risk of rubbing in the ointment while there was blood on his neck. He dipped his fingers into the white cream of the container, gently cupped (Y/n’s) cheek with his dry hand, and blotted the reddest parts of his neck as gently as he could.
(Y/n) eventually cooled down, the cold substance of the cream as well as the medicine inside it enough to soothe his nerves. Iida hummed.
“How are you feeling?” Iida earned a hum of satisfaction in reply. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”
(Y/n) paused for a second, before patting the bed around for his phone. His hand eventually landed on it, and he turned on the newscast in hopes they were still playing the same topic they were on to show Iida. Iida bent over slightly to examine (Y/n’s) phone screen.
“...a villain? The one who attacked us at USJ?”
(Y/n) nodded. “He also probably has a skin condition that makes him all itchy too....the news said it and they played a video of him scratching his neck—and I don’t wanna be like that-“
“Ah...I understand. I understand how upsetting it must be to share something in common with a villain.”
“It’s not just that, though...” (Y/n) sighed. “Because of the scratching, I have all these ugly red blotches on my body...and it makes me look scary...I don’t want my skin to end up like his either...”
Iida hummed. He set a hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “I can assure you, you are nothing like a horrible villain such as him. I’m sure there are many heroes with conditions such as your own!”
(Y/n) bit back a smile. He downcast his head, trying to avoid touching his sensitive neck as much as he could.
“Thank you...”
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Hero training.
(Y/n) dreaded hero training.
The class itself wasn’t so bad, no. No, it was before and after hero training. Where he’d have to change into his hero costume, and change out of it after class was done.
When he did that, everyone could see the ugly red splotches or red scratch marks that made it look like a cat attacked him nonstop. He always made it a point to get in and out of there as fast as he could so no one would ever bring up the rough skin plastered on his body.
But luck didn’t seem to be on his side today.
(Y/n) tore off his hero costume, eager to get out of there as soon as possible. Or at least have something covering him by the time every one else arrived. Of course, Iida was there—he could never beat him first to the locker rooms somehow—but he trusted his boyfriend enough to let him change in the locker room while his vulnerable, spotty body was exposed.
But just as he had every single article of his hero clothing off, leaving him in his underwear, he heard footsteps rattling closer, before the door to the changing room swung open. His stomach dropped.
“Yooo! (L/n)! What’s-oh?” Kaminari’s boisterous voice dug pits in (Y/n’s) guts. He slowly turned around, doing his best to cover his torso with his U.A button-up shirt as he did so. He saw Kaminari standing a few good feet away from him, as the boys of 1-A began filing into the locker room. (Y/n) glanced at Iida, his anchor in a situation like this, before catching his apologetic expression.
“Dude...did Tokoyami really fuck you up that bad in trainin’ today?” Kaminari pointed at the red marks nipping at (Y/n’s) forearms and legs. Sure enough, he sparred with Tokoyami today, but that wasn’t really the cause.
Tokoyami turned around. He shook his head. “Dark shadow cannot inflict such...scratches. And if he did he should be in Recovery Girl’s office instead of the locker rooms.”
(Y/n) silently wished Tokoyami would just take the bait and say it was Dark Shadow. Because Kaminari wouldn’t be rubbing his chin and saying,
“So then what’s all that?” While gesturing circles to the rough, red skin on (Y/n’s) body.
“S’nothin...that’s all...” (Y/n) quietly mumbled. He turned around swiftly, shrugging on the button-up of his uniform and trying to button it up with shaky fingers.
Hands reached down from behind (Y/n) and grabbed his wrists, lifting them high above his head and twirling him around.
“Duuuude! They’re all over your stomach too!”
“Please...lower your voice, Kaminari-kun.” Iida voiced as kindly as he could, not facing (Y/n) to at least spare him one less pair of eyes that were staring at his red-blotched body.
Kaminari’s eyes were plastered onto the red scratch marks and flaked skin on (Y/n’s) barely-buttoned shirt, while (Y/n) wriggled his hands free from his grasp. He completely ignored Iida’s request.
He unconsciously brought his hands up to his neck, still sensitive from yesterday’s...incident and certainly still itchy. The itch was coming back.
He started pawing at the growing itch on his neck, his back pressed against the locker door as he tried to reach for his pants with his free hand.
He started pulling them on the best he could with one hand, not hearing the growing voice of Kaminari asking about why he was itching his neck; or the quiet protests from Iida. Once his pants were sloppily hanging from his waist, his hand flew up to scratch another forming itch right under his eye.
Kaminari suddenly clapped his hands together, looking very appealed all of a sudden. “Dude! I just realized who you looked like!”
“Kaminari-kun, thats-“
“Remember that villain who attacked us at USJ? Shigaraki? The one who kept scratching at his neck and stuff? I think they did a special on him on the news yesterday!”
“Kamina-“
“You look exactly like him!” Kaminari chuckled. “The scratching-“
Iida abruptly slammed his locker door shut. The loud bang it produced shook waves across the locker room, loud enough to silence every one there. Kaminari flinched in surprise, along with everyone else in the changing room.
“...Shut the fuck up, Kaminari.”
Silence ensued the once talkative changing room. All eyes fixated on Iida, a dead scowl on his face that replaced the mighty rule-abiding gaze he wore. The use of no honorific for the first time was absurd, but hearing Iida tell Kaminari to ‘shut the fuck up’ really took the cake. Iida was glaring dull daggers at Kaminari, who was standing there staring back with awkward eyes.
(Y/n) took that opportunity to mumble a quiet “I have to use the bathroom..” and slip out from in front of Kaminari, and slink out of the changing room. He buttoned up his shirt as quickly as he could, not caring about his long forgotten tie or blazer with the burning, unbearable itch that pulsed from his entire body.
He figured he couldn’t last in class like this.
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Iida sped-walked all the way to the U.A heights alliance. He was worried when (Y/n) didn’t show up to afternoon classes, but didn’t want to run in fear of immodesty on school grounds.
Though, he supposed it hardly mattered anymore, especially after his spiel in the locker room. He was so irritated he didn’t think to apologize until they got back to the classroom. And boy, did bowing hundreds of times, chittering “I apologize for my rude behavior!” Millions of times over again count as an apology.
Iida started sprinting, before ducking into the door and up the stairs.
He ran around the whole dorm building, in case (Y/n) was hiding in someone else’s room or the restrooms. No luck.
And he had no further luck until he passed by (Y/n’s) dorm room, hearing soft sobs and skritches from inside the room. Iida hummed, knocking on the door.
“(Y/n)-kun?”
The sobbing from inside (Y/n’s) room went silent. Iida set his hand on the doorknob.
“Please open the door. Or let me in, please.”
Iida was trying his best to keep his voice level, but inside he was probably just as panicked as (Y/n). Even though he knew (Y/n) kept his medicated cream in his room, Iida had grabbed the spare laying in his own just in case. The soft whimpers from inside the room resumed. Iida sighed.
“I’m coming in. Pardon the intrusion.”
The door the (Y/n’s) room softly clicked open, the light from the outside casting a strip of yellow light into the dark that was (Y/n’s) room. Iida took a moment to let his eyes adjust, before his red eyes fell onto the curled up ball of itching that was (Y/n).
Iida quietly sat down next to (Y/n) on his bed, who paid him no mind. He kept sobbing into the school uniform he never bothered to change out of, one hand under his button-up and the other scratching at the back of his arm. Eventually, his arms switched to scratch at his legs and his neck.
“It burns...it-it burns, Ten-“
“I know, I know,” Iida refrained himself from patting (Y/n’s) back, in fear he’d accidentally inflame that area. Instead, he calmly rose from the bed, walking briskly to (Y/n’s) closet. He opened it gently, shuffling through clothes and picking out a loose shirt and basketball shorts.
He laid them out on the bed. “Do you think you can put these on for me...? Oh, but before you put the shirt on, please allow me to apply your medication onto your stomach..”
(Y/n) briefly looked up to see Iida squatted down infront of him through his tucked-in knees. He looked from Iida to the clothes waiting for him on the bed.
Iida set a hand down on the mattress next to (Y/n). “I can turn around if you would like me to.”
(Y/n) nodded, and Iida stood up and faced the opposite side of his room. Waiting as he heard shuffles of clothes being removed and slipped on, accompanied by more itching, he alas heard the dry “m’done..” from (Y/n) he turned back around.
(Y/n) was scratching at his arms, his head turnt down and tears still cascading down his face. He was holding the shirt in in between one of his armpits. Red blotches and scratch-lines littered (Y/n’s) chest, arms, and legs. The irritated skin looked even more irritated as (Y/n) scratched and clawed at them even more.
“Thank you, handsome.” Iida cooed. “Are you comfortable with me applying it to your chest or would you like to do that on your own?”
“You can do it...I don’t...” (Y/n’s) voice died down, but Iida got the gist of what he was saying. He set (Y/n) back down to his bed, drawing the cream out from his possession and popping off the cap.
After smearing on a generous amount to his chest, his forearms, and his calves, (Y/n) was able to stop scratching for just a bit. It soothed the burning itch for only just a bit, though.
Iida brought his cream-covered fingertips to (Y/n’s) red neck. He tilted it up, giving Iida access, as he rubbed gentle circles around it.
“Would you like to talk about what happened?” Iida said, not taking his eyes off of his current task. (Y/n) sniffed.
“...Do you think I act like Shigaraki? I know you said I didn’t...but you were just being nice, weren’t you?” (Y/n’s) voice was barely audible over the sounds of his sniffles and hics. Iida pressed his lips into a fine line, making sure to coat every area of his neck before retracting his hand. “S’ok...you can tell me, I won’t be mad.”
“(Y/n)-kun...darling, you know that’s absurd.”
“But it isn’t!” (Y/n’s) voice cracked. “Y’know-my body’s already all ugly and disgusting, I might as well become a villain especially because I look like one.”
“Just because you have these splotches on your body doesn’t make you any less handsome.”
“Stop lying, Tenya.”
“You know me, I don’t lie.” Iida placed his hands on his lap as (Y/n) carefully slipped on his shirt. “What kind of class representative would I be if I were a liar? I’m just stating facts like a good civilian.”
“And it’s a fact that (L/n) (Y/n) is the most beautiful, handsome, alluring boy I have ever laid my eyes on. Kaminari-kun took his ‘joke’ too far, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t qualify as a joke in the first place.”
Iida finally set his hand on (Y/n’s) shoulder. “Please don’t let his words get to your head. Your nothing like a villain, nor is your skin any less beautiful than you think it is. If you can’t love it yourself, I will just have to make sure to love you just as much to make up for it.”
(Y/n) stayed quiet for a second, before shifting closer to Iida and laying his head down against his shoulder. Iida smiled, reaching up to pat (Y/n) appreciatively on the head.
“Thank you, Tenya.”
‘Please don’t compare me to a villain.’
Because (L/n) (Y/n) was far from it.
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I apologize if I got any information wrong, I am not the best educated on topics such as skin conditions :((
can I request bakugou x male reader where femboyreader is smol, pretty quite and nice, and suprisingly are really ruthless on the battlefield and bakugou is just wondering where he got it from. Until next week bakugou meets his father's and brothers and all of them are tall and very manly men. But civil and nice. Hope you have a nice day,😊
LMAO THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE
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Bakugou x reader - my cute boyfriend and his tough-ass family
⚠️warnings - femboy reader, if that’s a trigger?
Pronouns - male, he/him
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Bakugou didn’t know where it came from.
One minute he was small and weak, wearing a new, girly hair pin everyday and complimenting one of the girls on their newly painted nails. The next thing he knew, he was just as batshit crazy as him during hero practice.
“Eat shit and die!” Bakugou flung across the air, sending a big blast over to (Y/n’s) location. (Y/n) sped away, dodging it with his quirk. He growled.
“Go to fucking hell!”
“Like hell I would, shit-for-brains! Suck my dick!” Bakugou landed on the ground, softening the impact with a blast pointed towards the floor. He stood there, a few good feet away from (Y/n). They were both breathing heavily, glaring down each other like they wanted to absolutely murder the other.
(Y/n) let out a piercing battle cry, before charging head first towards Bakugou and bringing his arms out to tackle him. Bakugou followed suite, charging towards him like a bull with his arm outstretched to deck him in the face.
They got closer and closer, Bakugou’s flashy explosions igniting in the air while (Y/n’s) quirk began to power up. Closer, closer, until-
“Times up!”
All might yelled over the intercom, and both students skidded awkwardly to a stop. Bakugou tumbled over with an angry shout, and (Y/n) sputtered, tripping over Bakugou’s torso making him fall to the ground as well.
“Get offa’ me, crossdresser!”
“I’m not a crossdresser, spiky bitch!”
“Your hero costume is literally a fucking skirt-!”
“Alright alright, young men! The battle is over, no need to keep fighting!” All Might awkwardly chuckled from the intercom. (Y/n) pouted, and swept himself off of Bakugou. Bakugou scoffed aswell, not even looking at (Y/n) as they both walked towards the observation building.
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“Aaah! Katsuki! I’m sorry for yelling at you during hero training today!”
(Y/n) jogged up to Bakugou, gently clutching his backpack straps and slowing down to a walk. Bakugou huffed. There he went again, that totally insane side of him that came from absolutely nowhere was gone.
“Like I care, shit-for-brains.”
“A-anyways,” (Y/n) cleared his throat. “Do you wanna study at my house today? Or just...y’know, hangout?”
(Y/n) blushed as he ended his question. Bakugou stared down at him. If he told someone this was the same person yelling insults and profanities on the battlefield while fucking shit up, they’d think he was lying.
“(Y/n’s) house?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever been there before...”
“Sorry, did you say something? You’re not really the type to mumb-“
“I didn’t say shit, shittyass! Go die!” Bakugou yelled. (Y/n) chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah, I don’t think you’ve ever been to my house either.” (Y/n) sighed. Bakugou scoffed and shoved his hands further down his pockets. “You better make a good impression on my family, or they probably won’t let me hang out with you anymore.”
His family was probably just as fragile and dainty as him, was what Bakugou thought. He already saw the hugs and kisses and the “Hello, Mrs. and Mr. (L/n)” he’d have to choke out. He rolled his eyes.
“Whatever.”
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“I’m home!”
A woman’s voice echoed through the house as (Y/n) and Bakugou both took off their shoes.
“Welcome back!”
“I brought my boyfriend over mom! Bakugou Katsuki-the one I was telling you about!”
He heard his mom gasp and timper into the entrance of the house, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon. Bakugou was right. Dainty, fragile mother; dainty, fragile (Y/n).
Bakugou cleared his throat, suppressing the gag that was about to come out.
“P-pardon the intrusion.”
“...Ehhhh? (Y/n), don’t tell me you brought one of your little dress-up friends over.” A different voice came from behind both (Y/n) and Bakugou. A young, male voice. Bakugou whipped his head around.
“Haaah?!”
“Ooooh! Feisty!”
The boy, who couldn’t be older than a middle schooler, cracked his knuckles. There was something so familiar about the way he talked.
“What’d you say to me, you extra?!”
“K-katsuki...” (Y/n) whisper-yelled, wrapping his arms around Bakugou in attempts to hold him back. The boy laughed in his face.
Just as the boy was about to say something, an older boy chopped him in the back of the neck, effectively subduing the smaller one.
“Shut up! (Y/n) said he was bringing his boyfriend over! Don’t scare him away like we do all of his other friends.”
Bakugou looked up at the older one. He looked about his age, but damn was he tall. And muscular too. The boy from before may have been at least athletic-looking, but this guy just...
“W-who the hell-?!”
“Now, now boys. Don’t need to get so physical.” A deeper, throaty voice came from down the hallway, it’s heavy footsteps growing louder and louder as it came closer. A tall, well built man came through the hall, crossing his arms. You could clearly see his muscles bulge through his office shirt. “Did you all come back from school? Welcome back.”
All three boys chorused out a string of hellos. Bakugou looked from who he assumed was the dad, then the two boys, than (Y/n).
There was no way in hell they were related.
“Are-“ Bakugou croaked. “Are you adopted or something?!”
“Katsuki!”
His mother laughed, covering her mouth with her free hand. (Y/n’s) mother was the only one who Bakugou would assume was, well, his mother. But these...men?
“You’re probably the only person who didn’t go running once they saw these boys in our house, Katsuki. A lot of (Y/n’s) little friends go running because Natsu teases them too much or Kaito and his father scares them off.”
“This one’s different, mom!” (Y/n) intertwined his hands with Bakugou’s. “Sometimes I yell and get all bwaaah during training-but he doesn’t mind!”
“Oh, well that’s good,” (Y/n’s) father ran a hand through his hair. “That explains why he hasn’t ran off the moment we walked in.”
Bakugou blinked. (Y/n) leaned in close. “Trust me, it happened before.”
(Y/n) timpered off to greet his brothers. Bakugou looked between all 3 boys. Despite how built and tall these testosterone-soaked males were, the way they talked and carried themselves gave off the same energy (Y/n) did during hero training. Was that where he got it? From these...men?
(Y/n) was forced into a headlock, his brother laughing scrubbing at his forehead as (Y/n) groaned. He thrashed around, albeit laughing, and tried to pry off his brothers hands.
“Come on-I thought you were training to be a hero! Where’s your muscles, huh?”
“I could easily throw you into the sun, don’t start. You’re just jealous I look better in skirt than you do.”
“Bullshit! I’m sexy as fuck!” His grip was temporarily loosened, giving (Y/n) the opportunity to slip out. “It’s not my fault none of your skirts fit me!”
“...But you know who it would fit?” (Y/n’s) other brother, the middle schooler, turned mischievously towards Bakugou.
“Hell no.”
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“I’m going to fucking murder you.”
“Hey, now. That’s not very hero-like.”
“Yeah Katsuki! Not very heroic of you.”
“Murder is no good. You’ll get (Y/n)-nii’s dress dirty.”
Bakugou shook with anger as he stood in (Y/n’s) room. He sported a pink, frilly, strawberry-pink dress, that had small strawberries littered around it and stopped below his knees. His muscles peeked through the soft thin material of the dress, and the way he stood with his legs spread apart angrily was hidden under the layers of pink.
“Oh! Oh! Wait!” (Y/n) stepped into his closet with an excited smile. After a few seconds of rustling and shoving away hangers, (Y/n) popped back out with a matching dress on. His dress, however, had a baby blue tint with small blueberries scattered across the fabric.
(Y/n) did a little twirl. “Don’t I look pretty, Katsuki?”
Bakugou, crossed his arms, doing whatever it took to suppress the blush growing on his face. “Sure...whatever.”
(Y/n) happily stood next to Bakugou, smoothing out the crinkles in his blueberry dress and grabbing hold of Bakugou’s hand. “Tada~! We match~”
“You guys look like the strawberry and blueberry milk boxes I buy from vending machines at school.”
“Haah?!” (Y/n) gripped Bakugou’s hand harder. “What’d you say?!”
Bakugou stole a glance at (Y/n’s) angry face. Not gonna lie, he thought it was a bit attractive when he looked like he was gonna beat up his own brother in a frilly blue dress. He pursed his lips.
These guys taught (Y/n) well. If (Y/n) wasn’t as intense as he was during hero work, he didn’t think he’d ever fall in love with him, not the same way he is right now, at least. He felt sorta glad his family wasn’t a soft, fragile family of extras. Bakugou closed his eyes, and smirked.
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