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Look, this is another one of no one asked for it, but I just had these stuck in my head and sometimes I just write for me UwU. Requests are still in the making! No worries, even the older ones are slowly getting written out! Enjoy 

2nd person. GN Reader. No warnings, all the fluff 

Dating Mirio is probably a relationship grown out of friendship. He just has such an attractive and charming personality that seems to draw people to him, and you were one of the people that actually stuck around. 

He’s the one to always cheer you up, he knows just the right things to say to make you feel better! 

And with that comes the most sincere and genuine compliments, sometimes delivered a little clumsily because he’s wearing his heart on his sleeve and his thoughts of love just kind of flow out of his mouth before he can think them over. 

He’s got that himbo energy a little, but he’s smarter than you would initially think, and you can actually have long, meaningful conversations with him as you’re sitting in the park, walking around patrolling or just snuggling. 

And speaking about snuggles. Hugs. All the hugs with this man. His main love language is physical touch, and he gives the best hugs. Just the right amount of pressure to feel safe, warm and protected, and he makes them last the perfect amount of time.

Cute nicknames! He’ll try out a bunch, but keeps coming back to sunshine, no matter how many times you point that in fact, he is your sunshine and not the other way around. 

No matter if you’re taller than him or smaller, and actually no matter your body type, he will actually carry you around every now and then. It’s mostly for giggles, especially if he knows it embarrasses you, it gives him the opportunity to make you bury your face in his neck. 

Loves dates away from the city, so he can enjoy nature and your company without getting interrupted. 

Hikes, go swimming, beach days… you name it and if he has free time he is ready to go! 

But he’s also up for super casual dates, going to the movies, going out for dinner, or just staying indoors, ordering takeout and watching something on TV. 

Every now and then he does like more romantic grand gestures, such as showing up to a casual at-home date with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, or changing the reservation to another restaurant he knows you have been dying to try out. 

Speaking of free time, he doesn’t have a lot due to his rigorous training and studying schedule at first, then it’s interning, and once he’s a fulltime hero it becomes even less. He does try to make time for you and quality time specifically, and when that becomes hard to do, he will make sure to stop by for lunches, involve you in things that are not dangerous… anything to make sure you know that he still thinks about you even when he’s too busy to enjoy your actual company. 

Summary:

Maybe, just maybe, Fuyumi hated her mother as much as she loathed her father.

Notes: After months of not writing shit, I am back with some Todoroki fam shenanigans. Aka me dumping all my trauma onto them lmao. Do not expect much, this will not be in chronological order, it is an AU where pretty much everything is the same only that Enji is a politician (from a family of conservative politicians ala Bush family) and Touya never left.

English is not my mother tongue, I have no beta and I did not proofread this either. Enjoy

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To everyone’s eyes, even those who saw what went on behind the curtains with the Todoroki Family, Fuyumi was the perfect daughter.

She wasn’t rebellious, seizing every opportunity to diss their father and to taint the family’s name like Touya. She wasn’t always bitter like Natsuo and wasn’t detached and isolated from everything in life, like Shoto.

Since she was a small child, she never talked back. She helped at the house, did her chores on time, got along with all her siblings, even Touya. She treated both her mother and father with respect. Fuyumi knew how to play the part.

As an adult, she still lived the life her father wanted, only dated the people he approved of, studied what he wanted her to study, dressed the way he considered acceptable, Fuyumi did all in her power to help her brothers and was a mediator between them and their father. She always kept her head cold, never losing her temper. No matter how rough matters were at her home, she always behaved.

But deep down Fuyumi despised her parents, yes her parents, her mom was included there too. She despised her mom because she allowed all to happen, she could’ve put a stop to it, she could’ve said no to the arranged marriage, she could’ve avoided having babies after Touya was born but she continued popping kids out for her abuser and because of her, she and her brothers had to endure that hell while she spends her days in a psychiatric hospital that is better than most 5 stars hotel. Because Rei Touya and Shoto were permanently scarred, both physically and psychologically.

Because Rei, oh the fragile Rei, the one that doesn’t have to listen to her dad anymore, she doesn’t have to care about the wellbeing of Touya; she doesn’t have to go to dinners, parties, rallies and pretend that they are the ideal family.

Because of her mom, she had to take the role of caretaker and couldn’t have a normal childhood. She couldn’t be just a regular teen worried about dates, proms, boyfriends. Instead, she had to worry about the health of Shoto, the feelings of Natsuo, Touya escaping from their house, doing drugs.

Out of all her brothers, she was the only one that still visited her mother every week. She brought her flowers, snacks, pictures, walked with her in the facility’s garden, talked to her about her life. But she did it out of duty, because she felt she had to. So the few times her mom cried during one of her visits, she just wanted to yell at her, tell her she had no right to feel bad or complain when she has spent years living peacefully, when she abandoned them, when she tried to kill her brothers and herself. When she left them.

Fuyumi hated her mother too, perhaps even more than she loathed her father.

Hi guys!  There are very few chapters left at the end, and this chapter (which I loved writing) will be ultrafluff! Thanks to my boyfriend for the translation, enjoy <3  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------  Previous chapters: ch1 | ch 2 | ch3 | ch 4| ch5 | ch6 | ch7 | ch 8 You can also find me on Ao3! Word count: 1885  TW: none, pure fluff  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "(Y/N), is this chord ok??" Azai asked you by playing a chord with the guitar. "That’s exactly what I had in mind, very good Azai!" You said smiling. December had already started a few days ago, and the Christmas air was starting to feel more and more in the air. You liked to walk around the street and see all the decorations and lights that seemed to wrap around shop windows, trees and street lamps. Besides, you were very happy to see the decorations every day since you had to go to the rehearsal room to try with the band you had found together with Present Mic. In mid-November, Present Mic invited you to its radio show. He had decided to interview you and, during the interview, to make an announcement to find a band that would support you during the famous U.A. Christmas party. You were very concerned that your former manager had been spreading rumors in order to hinder you as much as possible, instead, a few days later, a flood of musicians appeared. After a long audition, and a long discussion, you and Hizashi chose the musicians who, in your opinion, found themselves more in touch with you to play. The time was short, and there were many things to do. In a month you had to write at least six new songs, with lots of music and arrangements together with the members of your new band. You felt happy to work with someone who dictated his choices to you and gave freedom to your tastes and opinions. The songs were taking shape, although you couldn’t find the lyrics to the sixth and final song. You used to crank up your thoughts trying to knock something down, but you just couldn’t. Aizawa also noticed this block. Usually, while you were correcting your homework, you would suddenly stop with your face glowing, and you would rush to get the notebook that you had in your work bag and then start writing quickly so you wouldn’t lose the ideas that you had just come up with. Aizawa didn’t blame you if you momentarily left in half what you were doing, he understood perfectly that what you were experiencing was a crucial moment for your career. "Well guys, that’s enough for tonight!" You happily announced. "Thank you all, we were very good all as usual! I’ll see you tomorrow night." You all applauded for the job well done and greeted each other. You were thinking about the shopping to do before going back to the dorm (with all these commitments you often did not remember to have an empty fridge), when at the entrance of the studios you found a figure familiar to you that controlled lazily the cell phone. "Shouta?" You asked a little out of your mind. "What are you doing here?" "I was on my way, and I thought I’d stop and wait for you." He replied with his usual tired tone. He actually asked Hizashi where the rehearsal room was where you went every day, and he decided to surprise you. He had this weird urge to see you, and since he didn’t have to go on any rounds that night, he decided he wanted to spend some time with you outside of school. Even though he was wearing a heavy black coat and a pair of jeans of the same color, you still thought he was beautiful. You immediately turned red in the face to think that of your superior, and tried to hide your face inside the scarf. "How would you like to go to dinner somewhere?" the hero suddenly asked. "Since it’s already dinner time now..." "G-going out to dinner? You and m-me?" You stuttered trying to hide badly the embarrassment and emotion that were taking over you. Aizawa stared at you with his obsidian eyes, perfectly concealing the panic he was experiencing at the time. He didn’t understand where all that courage was coming from, but he decided to play it all. "Of course." You said, finally, with a big smile in your heart that you felt it pounding in your ears. "With great pleasure." Aizawa was a very rational person, and he almost couldn’t get over how he kept thinking about you all the time. These new feelings a little scared him, but he was curious at the same time. So it was happening to you too, that you had never felt such a strong attraction to someone even though you were always a person who almost never followed logic but a lot of instinct. As you tried to keep your embarrassment at bay, the raven stopped in front of a family restaurant, carefully pondering whether it was the right place to take you or not. "Shouta." you chased him, seeing him in trouble. " I have no problem eating anywhere, I’ll settle for a bowl of ramen." Feeling relieved, he made his way into the restaurant. As much as it was a family restaurant, the environment was cozy and very reminiscent of a country house. A smiling waitress welcomed you and took you to a smaller table than the standard ones. It was full of families with small children, all very excited about the arrival of Christmas and the gifts that Santa Claus would have found under the tree. After studying the menus and ordering, you and Aizawa stayed quiet for a while. You didn’t know where to start, everything in your head seemed stupid and you didn’t want to look stupid in front of him. "Excuse me for asking (Y/N)." Aizawa said, ending the silence "Why don’t you ever use your Quirk?" Here, the question straight to the stomach like a punch. "It’s not that easy..." You sighed, looking for the exact words with which to answer. " Here...see...I don’t know where to start exactly." While inside you the panic began to rise, Aizawa noticed and took you by the hand. He didn’t understand why he did it either, but that instinctive gesture seemed like the right thing to do at that moment to calm you down. You began to feel the fear waning feeling the warmth of his hand over yours. "As beautiful as the Quirk of telekinesis can be, it is very difficult to control." You told quietly. " In addition to training for many years, you must also be a person who does not get caught up in strong emotions. Unfortunately I am not one of them." "Did your manager ever help you control your powers?" asked the raven. "Unfortunately, no...it was not uncommon that many times I destroyed the dressing rooms in anger, frustration or stress. He was willing to pay handsomely to keep people quiet about how destructive my power could be. But it’s much better now, I’m much better and I’m much quieter." As soon as the speech was over, the waitress came with your orders. "Have you ever had problems with your Quirk?" You asked for a bite. "In high school, I thought my power was useless." Aizawa replied, sketching a smile. "Until I realized, after a bad accident, that my friends were right about me, that I was strong but I was afraid I wouldn’t live up to the expectations of others. Then in the third year I decided to become an independent Pro Hero...and now here I am, teacher and independent Pro Hero." "Now I understand why you always encourage kids to improve and overcome their fears." You spoke with a smile, and Aizawa felt her heart tremble. The dinner went on with your stories and anecdotes of life, surprising you both of how well you were with two totally different personalities. Aizawa knew perfectly well to intimidate many people with his apparently cold and detached character, so he did not care to deepen the acquaintance with someone. With you, it was different. Your sunny character attracted him almost like a bee is attracted by honey. He never got tired of you. You, on the other hand, found this character of him fascinating, a bit rough on the surface but so kind. His low, warm voice made you feel wrapped in a soft blanket. After dinner, you went to the dorms together. Sometimes you stopped showing Aizawa some light or Christmas decoration that you particularly liked. "We should put something inside the dorm too." You sighed as you watched a Christmas tree. "Well...you can ask Nezu if you can do it." Aizawa said with a little smile. " I’m sure the kids will appreciate it too, it’s not a bad idea." "Y-you mean it?" You answered the hero smiling. Aizawa didn’t like Christmas decorations very much or in general, but seeing you with such a dreamy look just couldn’t say no to you. As you turned to look at a particularly beautiful decoration, your phone fell out of your coat pocket. You were about to pick it up, when Ereserhead was about to do the same, and your hands touched. You looked straight into each other’s eyes, with you getting even redder than usual and he feeling his heartbeat soaring. "Look... before I did not asked you... can I hold your hand?" Aizawa asked, trying to best disguise his embarrassment.  "Of course." You answered without the slightest hesitation and smiled gently as you began to blush conspicuously. Aizawa’s hand, callous as it was, was warm and big. You would have wanted to sink your face into his hand. You wanted those big, hot, callous hands to caress your whole body... Hand in hand, you arrived at the U.A. dormitory, on the way you had talked a bit about what Aizawa wanted to do as a program in class before the Christmas holidays and the last dreadful surprise task that he would have found on the 1-A desks in two days. You had a lot of laughs about what to put on the test, and some faces that the kids would read certain questions. "So tomorrow we’ll meet right after the lessons that we finish writing the paper for the boys?" asked the raven holding your hand again. "Of course!" You replied smiling "I have rehearsals in the late afternoon anyway, so there are no problems." Even though you were room neighbors, he walked you to the doorstep of your bedroom door.

Requested by anonymous  2nd person GN Reader  No warnings! Enjoy 

Oh and: Adopt don’t shop & animals are not Christmas gifts if not discussed beforehand that the recipient will be able to take proper care of said animal. Give your floofs and scaleys and others hugs and smooches from me tonight 

You were giggling, arms stretched in order to maintain balance, softly shuffling along the road. Your boyfriend’s strong arm around your waist, guiding you along the way as you were trying to figure out where you were going.

“Mirio… are we almost there yet?” “A little more y/n, almost there” 

With Mirio being a busy pro hero, there were awfully little days you could spend together without worrying, and when you finally got two consequent days in a row, you had taken it upon you to organise one day full of his favorite activities as his Christmas gift, and the next day you would just spend home together, enjoying each other’s company and a moment of peace and quiet. 

[BakuMomo Brotp] AO3 Link

Characters: Bakugo/Momo

Summary: Momo accidentally hears some students from Shiketsu talking bad about her, Bakugo is having none of that.  AKA words of encouragement Bakugo style.[BakuMomo Frienship]

Notes: Hey, just another idea that I needed to get out of my head, I really love the BakuMomo Brotp. Momo is amazing, she is the only one that doesn't see it. 

She was walking towards the bathroom when she heard them, a couple of girls from Shiketsu were talking pretty nasty things about her, from how much she was eating to why she was the one invited instead of one of the hot guys from her class …of course, she was too polite to say something to them, so she just continued walking. She was used to it by now. Whenever she would go people would judge her for the way she dressed, her body, for being rich, for being able to get into UA by recommendation, for choosing to be a hero when she could’ve taken over one of the many family businesses.

Things had gotten extremely bad after her pathetic act in the sports festival of her first year at UA, there were so many mean comments about her online that she had decided to close all of her social media accounts once and for all. It’s been three years since then, she did so much better in the other 2 school festivals, but people still talked about that one.

Summary:Fuyumi visits Touya at the hospital after his fight with Endeavor.] [Slight spoilers/ Chapter 290]

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He opened his eyes and found himself in a desolated hospital room. Looking around he found that there was no couch, no decorations, not even a window, just the bed, an uncomfortable– looking metallic chair, and a small desk that only had a plastic water container and a glass. It didn’t surprise him; he was a terrorist after all. All his body hurt, for what he could see, it was completely covered in bandages, he was using a very uncomfortable oxygen mask with a terrible plasticky smell, he had also an IV pumping a clear liquid onto him, both of his hands were cuffed to the bed.

Great . He though. He could not care less what it would happen to him from now on, he would’ve preferred to die but unfortunately, someone (He wished he’d know who, so he could kill it) decided to save him, and now here he was, tied to a damned hospital bed.

Summary: Eri gets her period for the first time, Shinsō is a good bro.

Notes: I wrote this in 10 minutes and Im so sleepy so my apologies but I wanted to get this idea out of my mind

It was Monday and Shinsō had woken up early to make breakfast for Eri and Aizawa, he did not have patrol until 10 AM, Aizawa liked to be at UA around 7ish so he volunteered to prepare breakfast and take Eri to school later, that way she didn’t have to wake up so early to go with Aizawa.It was almost 7:30 AM and Eri was not up yet, which was weird because she usually woke up before her alarm. When he finished serving the natto for her, he decided to go to her room to find out what was wrong.

Hey Eri, are you up?’’ He questioned knocking on her door. ‘’It’s getting late, hurry up’’

‘’Can I stay home today?’’ She asked sitting on the bed, staring at the floor.

‘’Why? What’s wrong, are you sick?’ He answered going into the room and sitting beside her on the bed, she did look a bit pale and like she was in pain.

‘’Uhm, I …I think just got my period, and it hurts’’

Oh…. He wasn’t expecting that.

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​