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Male UA Students x Reader

The class hosts a ‘Hear Me Out Cake’ party for fun in the common room, and you happen to bring along a photo of their face. Platonic/Romantic short fic reactions.

Warnings: None, Katsuki, Shindo, and Monoma are mean, duh.

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Tenya Iida, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Neito Monoma, and Yo Shindo.

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✧Izuku Midoriya had done a bit of research into what the others were bringing, what was and wasn't socially acceptable, and had tried to pick something middle-of-the-road and recognizable; hopefully not something he’d get made fun of for, but also something the others would find interesting.

Unfortunately for him, Bakugou had plenty to make fun of him for anyways about it, and blasted him for his ‘loser tastes'. You cringed away and waited a bit, letting a few classmates go before you for him to recover before placing your cutout down nervously.

“Tch. As if anyone’s hearing that out. Grow up, you stupid extras,” Bakugou mocked, knocking a chair over as he left upon seeing Deku’s face. The freckled boy just started at the cake.

“Holy whoah!” he breathed, face red, clearly unable to think of anything else to say. His mind was racing through scenarios at the speed of light. If it was a joke, then he shouldn't make a fool of himself by saying too much. If it wasn’t a joke though, would he loose his chance? What if- crap, he needed to say something, and fast, or he would lose it!

“Oh, uh, good one! I guess I should have done one of you then, huh? That would've been real funny if we both did it!” He said sheepishly with a smile, still unsure of if it was real or not, eyeing his own face on the cake.

✧Katsuki Bakugou didn't bother bringing a cutout, but showed up anyways at the insistence of Denki and Mina. -but now, he eyed the cake like he was about to murder it. “What the hell is that supposed to mean, you dumbass? Who on Earth confesses like that?”

Many students had stepped back by now, only you, Izuku, Kirishima, and him still unfaltering in the potential blast radius.

Before you could even register his words, a second later he had you grabbed by the wrist and pinned against the door around the bend of the hallway away from prying eyes. Judging by their reactions, half your classmates thought you were off to do something naughty for your boldness, and the other half must have thought he was about to quite literally destroy you for your stupidity. Honestly, you weren't quite too sure yourself.

His quirk rippled through his fingers, his annoyed face inches away from you. “I'm going to give you one chance to come clean and tell me why the hell you pulled that stunt before I explode you to smithereens. Get talking you bastard!”

✧Tenya Iida had no idea of what a 'hesr me out Cake' was before the party, so after looking it up, refused to make a contribution, believing that the idea was objectifying to women. He sat out but still attended the event, knowing social gatherings were important for young adults. Besides, as class representative, he had to make sure no one put anything too crazy on a U.A. class cake.

He was too busy examining the punch bowl for signs of tamperment (really, what were his classmates thinking, leaving such a thing unattended?) to notice you leaving his photo, but he was not oblivious to the many pairs of eyes that quickly turned to him after you did so.

“What? I was just making sure-” he stopped short upon seeing the scene play out, and furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Is this some sort of a joke?” he said in that no-nonsense voice he had, but there was something unreadable below it. After all this time of getting to know him though, you knew he wouldn't really be mad over a joke… not unless he actually liked you back.

Why him though? He wondered. Surely if it were a joke, putting someone like Bakugou or Mineta or Denki would get more of a rise out of them. Maybe you just wanted a neutral target that wouldn't make too big of a deal about it.

“Well, in any case, I'm glad you believe I'm a prime example to look up to. We all need to be more-”

"Get a room, class rep!" Midnight, the volunteer chaperone, snapped, pulling down her sleeve and threatening to put him to sleep.

“That's highly-” the class groaned and cut off the rest of his speech. This was a party, after all. If he wasn't going to sweep you off your feet or do something exciting, they were past it.

✧Eijiro Kirishima had gone to Denki for some help (maybe not the best track record, but hey, he did know girls) on deciding who to put, and in the end he decided on a pro wrestler known for her unique fashion sense. After all, what's manlier(hotter) than being yourself?

So when you dropped a familiar scarred face on the cake, he paused a moment to take it in, eyes wide in surprise, then let out a sharky grin with a light blush. “That’s so manly(cute) (Y/N)! Do you really mean it?” Straight to business.

“Is it my rock-hard abs? Don't be shy!” He flexed his quirk, jutting rocky bits out of his skin to show-off.

Seeing your hesitant expression in front of the crowd, he opted instead for a fist bump. “Don't sweat it, man, we can circle back to this later! I don't mind.”

✧Denki Kaminari had spent hours narrowing down who he was going to put on the cake, sorting through his favorite tentacled creatures, characters, and other freaky beings he was sure would make many mouths drop. However, he wasn't remotely prepared for what you were bringing.

To say his brain short-circuited was an understatement. He had been very invested in what each of the 1-A class members were putting on the cake to try and find out what they were into, but for the most part had been pretty let down with how normal many of theirs had been. So, when he saw you drop your decorated toothpick on the cake, his head was on his hand in disinterest, barely registering his own selfie peering back at him, totally lost in nothingness. However, the longer he spaced out, the more like him it looked. The yellow hair. The smile. The streak. Oh wait- that was him!

A jolt ran through the crowd of students, and he accidentally shocked everyone in the vicinity with the startle of recognition. He couldn't even process what it fully meant, was it supposed to be a joke or genuine interest?

He beamed. “What a shocking twist reveal!” He sprang up with his hands in the air after the pun, as the others were recovering from the electrical current, and ran over to high-five you… or hug you, depending if it were a joke or not. Did this mean he finally bagged a hottie, or just found out you had a good sense of humor?

✧Tamaki Amajiki didn't even know where to begin. If he picked something crazy, the others would laugh at him. If he picked something stupid, they'd hate him. If he didn't go at all, they'd make a big deal out of it the next day. He miserably pressed his head against the wall and sighed.

He wanted to go home. The party had only started a few minutes ago, but it was already too loud with the music pouring out of the speakers. Neijire had made sure it ‘wasn't anything too wild’ for him, but still, maybe their definitions of ‘wild’ were vastly different.

He had some random character picked out that he had found online, recommended as a good, neutral answer for cakes like these. Sure, the class was only four people- but still, it didn't make it any better somehow! Hopefully, no one would say anything. Please.

His still sat in his pocket, wishing to be dead last, and as he made no move, he got his wish. He had drawn down his hood by now, but nervously watched every move of his classmates, wishing the music was just a bit quieter, or the room was a bit bigger (so he could hide), or that he were a kitten so he wouldn't have to go to social events….

So when you sat down your choice, the room seemed to go still for him in a moment of adrenaline, before everything becoming dizzingly back into focus.

“Unh?” he squeaked, unable to form a coherent thought anyone else would understand, not able to focus on anything but the anxious feelings bubbling under his surface. His eyebrows pressed together in concern, and ears tinged red.

After a second, he flinched back and covered his mouth, mortified at the noise he had just made. “Awh, no, I messed up again…” He flipped the hood all the way, so it covered everything but his quivering mouth.

In the darkness, he couldn't see the others, and it was a bit of a calming effect.

After a moment, Neijire came up to him and shook his chair. “Tamaki, that means they think you're hot! Isn't that great? Yahoo!”

Hot? Him? How could his lanky figure and grotesque animal features ever be anything other than weird and awful? It must be a sick joke. But why would his classmate do that to him? If it were a joke, Mirio would have been the best target. He'd probably laugh. Neijire seemed to think it was real, though. And if it were true, why couldn't it wait for a private moment? Maybe a tea party or something? No, that wasn't a thing anymore. Or a note maybe? If he wanted to confess to someone, it would be through a letter. Or maybe not. He'd probably just never tell them. Could he ever find love unless someone came up to him?

It was so brave that they had managed to say something though, even if by a gesture. “Oh, well, um, that’s nice of you… I guess…” he tapered off, his voice barely audible at the end. “T-thanks. It m-means a lot,” he choked out.

“Come on Tamaki, we’re all friends here. Now show us what you've got!” Togata reached for his pocket, but he swiped his cloak up, billowed and bunched up like a blanket covering him from head-to-toe.

“N-no, I don't think so,” he said, standing his ground and crumpling the toothpick in his strong hand.

"If you don't show us, I'll get (Y/N) to kiss you!” Neijire threatened.

“O-okay…” he said quietly, resigning himself with a blush, shutting his eyes.

✧Hitoshi Shinso had smirked to himself multiple times about his choice, planning on quietly sneaking his onto the cake and leaning back and watching the chaos unfold from a distance with a cocky smile only for himself.

What he had never anticipated, however, was that another classmate of his had a plan even more sly than his. When he saw what you had done, his own photo dropped to the ground with a small ‘tick’ noise as it hit the floor. Were you serious? He was incredulous. Should he be wary that it wasn't real, or grateful someone thought so highly of him? He wordlessly pointed at his chest and raised his eyebrows, and you nodded. “...me?” he questioned, as if the word was foreign to his mouth.

You nodded again.

“Ha! What a joke. As if anyone would like the guy with the villain quirk,” someone from the back of the class shouted, and you gave a dirty look, but couldn't see who had said the biased comment.

He just narrowed his eyes and shut down, looking away at the ground, wondering if he should leave.

Then, before he could stop himself, he had roped your sleeve with his capture weapon, which he always kept around his neck, and lightly tugged on you to follow him, to continue the conversation in private, away from the idiots who would say such things.

✧Neito Monoma was unapologetically himself, and although unusual, he was entirely confident in what he had picked for 1-B’s cake. Although some in the class had shot him looks of concern, he couldn't care less what they thought of him, and seemed more interested in straightening out his tie.

When you placed your photo, he was watching, but took a moment to swallow a bite of cake and tap the plate a couple of times in thought before putting it down and giving any sort of reaction. You couldn't tell if it was disgust or awe in his eyes. “Oh?” was all he said at first. He took another sip of his drink, and got up, walking straight up to you. “Got a little crush on your classmate, pet? I can't blame you though. All of U.A. should want a piece of this. Was it my flawlessly overpowered quirk, my ruggedly good looks, my-”

Kendo cut him off with her hand between the class and the two of you, pushing you out the door. “Alright, alright lovebirds, enough yapping and self-glazing. Go solve this yourselves.” She shut the door.

He took a step back and turned to look at you. “Well well, looks like it's just you and me,” he purred in delight, like a predator who just managed to corner prey. But- was that a bit of nervousness behind the overly extroverted mask he put on?

No, that couldn't be. He spoke like he was entirely confident you actually liked him. Of course he was. He was Neito Monoma, after all.

✧Bonus Yo Shindo had decided to go for the shock factor as well, not wanting to be outshone by his classmates. He was the one who had organized the party, after all, with the help of Tatami. As the day unraveled, he wasn't shy of making disgusted faces by the random outsiders who had had decided to show up to the party, but tried to stay respectful when it came to his classmates, only letting out a couple of laughs at their expense.

Finishing another round and getting another drink, he froze when he saw you had put his face on the cake. He frowned, eyes wide for a second, registering, then let out a wicked grin before going back to what he was doing. He undoubtedly would have to go and tease you for that later, try and drill the information out of you if it was real or fake. After all, he couldn't just stand around not knowing! But for the sake of the party, he let it go when you said nothing else to him that day. Oh, but he was going to make sure you never pulled another prank on him again, if it wasn't real. And if it was, he was going to have some fun playing with you...

Masterlist.

I’m just in a headspace rn, I get if you don’t want to do it. Thank you for reading! 🫶🫶

feel better anon 🫶🏼 i hope these make u smile (kept it at 3 bc 3's make sense to me heh)

take care of yourself // smau

sero hanta, shinsou hitoshi, denki kaminari

Denki x Y/N

Warnings: missionary sex, soft to rough, vulgar language, coercion(?), female body parts mentioned

Synopsis: You’ve been toeing the line between keeping it together during sex and absolutely losing it. Denki, however, is about to blur those lines. 

It wasn’t that he was bad. Let’s just get that out of the way. The first time you ever had sex with Denki, you two were both inexperienced. The only information you possessed was from perverted manga you happened to read together. You had several conversations leading up to you two tangled up in the sheets, which led to a smooth, giggly session. Denki was an expert at distracting your insecurities with his voice. Whether it be a joke, a reference to a meme, or his high pitched whimpers, your boyfriend was always there to make you stop second guessing what comes naturally.

Denki notices when you hide your face behind the back of your hand after a particularly quick thrust. Before he can let up, you give him a reassuring grin, wrapping your fingers around his arms to let him know he didn’t hurt you. You were always so loud in every other setting. Why did you get so quiet when he genuinely wanted more of your voice? He craved it. He vied for your attention, and making love only amplified that incessant fixation. In a way, he wanted those praises. You were so quick to verbally reassure him when he came home from work. You praised him when you completed missions on your favorite video games together. Was he just not cutting it tonight? Were you sparing him by holding back? He shook his head. Denki was determined to hear you tonight. 

He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours and whispering in your ear.

“Is it too much for you, milady?” he whispered with a smile. 

You let out a breathy laugh, “You didn’t just say that, right now,”

“You keep holding your hand to your lips,” he pressed, as he removed said hand to place a kiss on it, “like you’re having sex with class,” 

Your precious giggle floated through the air as he smacked sloppy kisses up your arm. You wrenched it back, forcing him closer as he wasn’t letting go. 

“Denki!” you squealed. 

“S-sorry I- oh fuck,” His apology was left unfinished as the sound of you moaning his name fully registered. 

Wild, amber eyes zeroed in on you. You who was bracing the absolute worst-

“Did I do good that time?” He teased, dragging his length over the same spot he just rammed into. 

“I - mmh!- yeah you - oh God - you always do good, baby,” you answer, voice like spun silk. 

He slowly began picking up the pace. You two maintaining eye contact for longer than a couple minutes was getting to his brain. Perhaps seeing your eyes while making love was a bad idea as his will was rapidly deteriorating. He dug his nails into the mattress, determined to keep you talking. 

“Yeah? So, what, you were holding back on me, hmm? Afraid I would like hearing you in bed, huh?” With that said, a thumb pressed on your clit, distracting you from no longer feeling his dick moving inside you. Rather he’d positioned himself on his heels, watching you with pleading eyes; nearly whining for your response. “Please, sweetheart?”

“It’s just…Denki I…can we not right now I-” 

He let out a disapproving hum, switching from teasing to drawing full on figures on your clit. 

“What better time is there to talk about this?” he innocently asked,” Not unless you want a round 2?”

You whined pathetically, wrenching your hips away in order to cling to some sort of composure. Though, Denki’s magnetic hands honed in on your pleasure like a lifeline. You couldn’t take the incessant assault. Between him encouraging you with his words, and hands, you were done for. Streams of whorish moans poured from your lungs as your high hit you full force. Denki had to sink his teeth deep into his lip to keep from grabbing his dick and finishing right then and there. As your writhing came to a close, you peeked up at your boyfriend, who had a mixture of awe and adoration on his face. 

“Guess a round 2 really got you going, huh?” Denki joked. 

You were about to throw a quip when you noticed his hard-on. He quickly followed your eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed, “ How are you feeling? You’ve never lost control like that. I’ve never seen…I never knew you were holding it back,”

You avert your eyes, “I just get nervous. It’s one thing being your girlfriend, it’s another being naked in front of you,” 

He rubbed your knee as he took in your words. 

“Would you like to get more comfortable with being naked around me?” Denki suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You cut off his teasing chuckle by wrapping your legs around his hips, squeezing him against you. You snaked your arms around the back of his neck, giving him a pleading look. He stuttered.

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x G!N Reader

Genre: Drabble

Description: You were on a date with Denki, but it turns sour when it starts raining. The bus stations are closed, so you walk home, dancing through the rain.

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You were out with your dear boyfriend, Kaminari Denki, on a long and casual walk at the park, since the weather was honestly too good to be true in autumn. It was all going great, you leaning against his chest, under his leather jacket as it started to get slightly chilly. But, what ticked off Denki was the water droplets starting to fall on his exposed forehead, some of them getting caught in his long eyelashes.

The rain started to drastically pour fast, giving the feeling of taking a shower or getting sprayed by the water hose. The two were barely running, mostly because since the pavement already got wet and they didn’t want to slip.

“ Hurry Buzzy Beautiful Sunshine Nugget! The bus might be leaving if we aren’t fast enough! “

“ The buses aren’t working from the villain incident, dumbass! “ 

That’s right, a villain with a shooting range of a quirk had attacked and damaged a bus full of victims to his damaging, all surviving. Just your luck, huh?

“ Oh. . . “

That all he said, slumping down at the bus station, all pout and frowns. You couldn’t help but cackle at his change of emotion, as you gave him his jacket to keep, taking his hand and running through the rain, spinning him around in slow dances and like a merry-go-round.

“ What are you doing?! You’re going to get soaked! “

“ That’s exactly the point sweetheart! Just enjoy the moment and let me enjoy the rain, ok? Now let’s go! “

He stayed silent, a lovesick look forming in his eyes from you, but he quickly got back in Earth as you started to run and leave him behind, in a tank top and ripped jeans. He now went from falling deeper into the pit of love, to running behind you with his jacket on his shoulders, worrying about you.

“ At least wear my jacket, Buzzy Beautiful Sunshine Nugget!! “

Overall, the date was pretty nice surprisingly. . . <3

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*this gif does not belong to me nor did i make it

a/n your wish is my command also imma use this one to finish class 1a but if you want any of the villains, teachers or any other fandoms etc just send in an ask, also i think imma do like an organiser page with my masterlist etc :)

also spoilers in aoyama’s one about the forest training camp

characters: denki, shouji, sero, ojiro, aoyama and satou

warnings: angst

denki - the frustrated cry

poor denki would be sad because he feels useless like he can’t even use his quirk for long until he becomes useless. he would just be sat there on his bed crying into his pillow to muffle out his sobs because he’s supposed to be the happy, lighthearted one :)

shouji - the cry of insecurity

he just feels weird. and ever since he scared that little girl, he just kind of hated his face and would sometimes feel that he shouldn’t be a hero if he looked like that or if someone would love him? i genuinly think he struggles to take off the mask when he’s alone and just sits facing the mirror poking at his face while gentle tears roll down his cheeks :(

⤷ genre: fluff, angst - quirkless au, everyone’s 21, set in LA

⤷ warnings: mentions of sex/implied sex, mildly suggestive, alcohol

⤷ summary: a casual drunk hookup between two young strangers became something ... more than sex.

a warm breeze blows a curl of hair from your forehead and you exhale, corners of your lips lifting into a small smile. it’s almost the end of august; the leaves on the trees are becoming orange and the warm summer winds are cooling down.

the end of an era, and the start of another.

you subconsciously turn your head and look beside you, almost wishing for someone to be there. he isn’t – the cushion of the porch swing is empty. the small smile slips off your lips and your brows furrow; you close your eyes as if the sight’s painful, turning back to watch the trees and sun.

you can’t help the tingling heat that begins to spread through your nose; the promise of tears yet to come.

your mind drifts back to the start of your summer – june 14.

the neighborhood nightclub music is loud, likely booming throughout the area and annoying the neighbors.

but the old neighbors don’t seem to matter as much as the glass of alcohol in your hands and the prickling heat in the back of your skull. there’s a lazy smile sitting upon your lips as you survey the club, taking sips of your drink every few seconds.

I'm about to kermit suicide...

Pairing- DenkixGN!reader Contains: pure tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of past smut, its almost entirely fluff yall, some mild angst… but it gets fixed I promise! AN: Y’all This was too fucking cute to not write. We stan BNHA Pikachu in this house. Okay? Happy Endings Only Club Tags: @hisoknen​