“I don’t know Uraraka, I’m not sure this is the best gam-” “OH NO YOU DON’T! I did not get this set up just for you to not want to do it! So get in that circle and sit that ass down!” you just laughed at her tone, she definitely sounded mad but her face just makes her look cute. “Fine! Fine just stop yelling” you continued laughing sitting in the circle next to Mina and Iida. Uraraka sat next to Kirishima and Tsu. “YESSS!!! OK, let’s start this!” Denki screamed once he realized everyone was ready, and without hesitating he grabbed the bottle at its base letting it spin in the circle. It slowed and slowed and landed on Mina, a little bit of a close call.

“Nice one Denki,” Mineta said and Denki’s face bursted into a deep red “shut up” he snapped. The two got up from the circle and walked over to the closet. You turned to look at Iida. “ Who convinced you to play?” “No one. It’s a class game and I am a part of the class so I’m playing” You rolled your eyes. “Y/n, is there really a reason to roll your eyes at him?” You looked at Ojiro who sat next to Iida “well you see-” But a sound is heard from the closet before the doors open, distracting you into looking at them and then the clock. “It’s only been 5 minutes, what happened?” “This dumbass tried to touch me so I slapped him and walked out” You and half the class started laughing and Denki just embarrassed.

“Who’s next, Deku?” Midorya stopped his conversation with Todoroki and looked at Mina. “Oh? Sure!” Giving a bright smile. He put his hand on the bottle giving it a slight twist. Everyone started talking only somewhat paying attention to the bottle then it stopped. You ended your conversation with Mina who had sat back down, to look at the bottle. Your heart skipped a beat, you looked at the bottle then back at Midoriya it was pointing at you. Your mind started racing on what would happen next but you smiled, it was small and probably no one saw, but it was there. You two stood up from the floor and walked over to the closet the two of you walking somewhat slowly, theirs a heaviness that sounds the two of you and its slowing crushing. 

when the two of you settle in Midorya starts talking to clear the air, or thats how it felt

“So Y/n you used to be in the General Studies department right? This would be your first actual year in the hero course. I never really got a good look at your quirk, what is it exactly?” “Oh well my quirk is kinda like a knock-out quirk, basically I can put people to sleep, but as ive been working on it i've been able to increase how long they're out ” Deku took a mental note for later. The room starts to get humid and the smell of sweat is caked into the carpet. Midorya tried to keep a distance as to be respectful, even if it was only so many centimeters. “Well this is a bit unfortunate, you probably would be doing something else if Urakaka didn't force you to be here, sorry'' The room only had a tiny light from the ceiling that seemed to be dying so it was still kinda dark but you could see the confusion on Midoriya's face. “HM? Oh no she didn’t force me to play, I wanted to. It's not something I would want to miss out on. Like ever, not if you were going to get to play.” Your face bursted into a blush. He didn’t actually say that to you, did he? “W-what do you mean by that?” Midorya gently grabbed your jaw making you look at him.

“I’ve heard the rumors about you, word gets around in this school. Trust me.” You slightly pushed on his chest. Not because you didn’t want him near you but because you legit could not breathe. Midoriya took a step back, scared that he had gone too far. “Y/n are you ok!? I’m sorry if I took that too far.” 

You shook your head. He didn't take it too far, it was just so unexpected. Trying to prove that you actually liked what had happened you wrapped your arms around his torso. The amount of mixed signals you were giving him probably confused him to high heaven. “Y/n are you OK?” “Yeah, just I was not expecting you- that- to ever happen.” You giggled which turned into a bit of a laugh. “Y/n” “what..?” “Are those rumors true?” you looked at him and gave a shy smile “well, yeah they are. I mean look at you, who the hell wouldn’t like you” Midorya just looked dumbfounded before a goofy smile replaced the old look. Within a second you had been engulfed into a hug. The smell of Midroya’s shampoo filled your senses. Who knew his hair would smell like strawberries. It wasn’t something people would instantly go to for his hair, but it did kinda fit him. “Y/n you know I like you too right? Like I had since...what? 2nd year, when Shinsou introduced us” 

Shocked. You just looked at him, completely frozen. “Are you serious, like no joke? You better not be joking Midorya or I swear I will beat you into oblivion!” He laughed again and put his hand under your jaw, lifting your head. “I’m 100% serious. I Like you, so much Y/n” You felt your face burst again into a blush as you looked your crush into the eyes. Never did you think you would confess in a closet during a 7 minutes in heaven game, but it wasn’t something you really minded. “Midorya, can I kiss you?” and he looked at you sheepishly, his turn for his cheeks to turn red. Slowly he nodded his head and the two of you moved closer. Lips attached and breaths hitched it really felt like the two of you were in heaven. It would’ve lasted longer if one of your classmates hadn’t banged on the door to let the two of you know that your time was up. 

Bakugou Katsuki: Hug Me.

Very strange aftercare behavior at least in the beginning.

After his after-sex coma, he’s pretty attentive. He usually had early morning patrols and late nights at work. Your schedules wouldn't always match, since you had very different areas of expertise within your hero work. He’d be too tired for anything usually, and he’d have reason to slip into his unwakeable coma afterwards.

In the beginning, he wasn't close, avoiding being close to you after having sex. It angered you first, even hurt a little.

After a specific session, when he turned his back to you and settled to go to dreamland. You didn't want to stand with that though and smacked him on his back.

It didn't hurt him, though he reacted just like he usually did. “Son of a--”

“Damn right you son of a bitch,” you glared at him when he turned to meet your eyes, “What type of bullshit are you trying to pull? Turn your dumb blonde ass around and fuckin’ hug me.”

You later kind of regretted the harsh way you confronted him.

He’s pretty insecure about his sweat, and how he smells. He had always been so since his quirk manifested. He didn't practically like the fact that he sweats so much, or the fact that he’s always afraid to touch you when he’s sweating.

He didn't want to accidentally activate his quirk when he’s holding you. He didn't want you to feel disgusted around him. The small anxious thought would always be in his mind no matter what he was doing. He didn't admit it but that is why he took so long to actually hold your hand.

After that though, even when he fell asleep far from you after sex, he’d make up for it afterwards. He’d wipe his hands like his life depended on it, and then he pulled you close to him to wake you, littering kisses over your face.

He’d help you up, even carry you if he felt traditionally dramatic that day, and would set up a bubble bath for you.

Did he get this from some of the romance manga he’s read? …

You’d never get him to admit it, so there's no real reason to wonder.

He’d sit by you, bathe with you if you insist, and wash your hair, and rant to you about whatever it was that annoyed him that day.

After taking his own bath, he’d cuddle the life out of you. Keeping you as close as possible. He hated not feeling secure with himself, having always been seen as a confident man. So he’s made sure whatever touch you’d missed he provided right afterwards.

You were largely independent, but you allowed him to take care of you, because you knew just how annoyed he was with himself. He was a prideful man, it wasn't easy for him to admit his insecurities.

After training, or a run, or whatever it may be that left him sweaty, you’d ask for him to hug you or walk close and link your arm with his, making it obvious you had no issue with how he smells, or how sweaty he was. He didn't stink, no one had ever told him that he did, but nevertheless you tried your best to rest his mind.

The insecurity never really left though he became way more touchy with you. He extends his hand to hold yours or touch you in some sort of way before falling asleep, he’d even lay on your stomach, or chest instead of the other way around, and you’d wake up to his breath tickling your skin.

It was his sort of compromise, you knew that. It was also soft and fucking adorable, so you didn't mind.

If he had gone too harsh on you, he’d moisturize your skin, help you anoint your skin and give you a massage to get rid of your aches, while asking you questions about what you’d want to be different, or to stay the same.

… He was a perfectionist. So interrogating you like you were a villain about your sexlife was something you had anticipated. It was still sweet, somehow.

Did he pour cereal into your mouth once as a debt he had to pay for making you lose some of the feeling in your legs? Definitely. He hated every minute of it too. You didn't enjoy it either but the satisfaction of the petty affair made it worth it.

He had to do different things such as that from time to time.

“Drown in that milk.” He whispered afterwards.

“DrOwN iN tHaT mIlK,” You mocked him.

You turned to glare at each other. “Your a fuckin’ menace.” He shouted as he walked across the room to begin his leave.

“Love you baby,” You yelled back.

A few seconds of silence passed before you heard him again. “Love ya.”

A goofy grin settled on your lips before you actually choked on the cereal still in your mouth. You were really lucky he wasnt there to watch his curse happen.

Midorya Izuku: Pervert.

If he’s destroyed in bliss and just lying there on cloud nine, he will need you to take care of him.

Small jokes to lighten the tension in the air, allowing him to begin to fizzle down from the high. Words of appreciation, whisper into his skin how wonderful he was, or how well he did, how lucky you were to have him.

His praise kink does trickle into this area too. Telling him how you felt, praising him and kissing his forehead, or scattering kisses across the freckles that lined his face and his shoulders. He’d snuggle close to you and hold you, pressing his face into the soft plushiness of your body.

He loves it when you help him bathe instead, taking your time with his unreal hair, insanely curly and needing dividing and sectioning to brush. He thinks it's much better when you brush it, it doesn't hurt as much.

That's only because you actually section his air and add the correct moisture to help his curls. Not run a brush through the thick curls and hope the brush doesn't break.

He was wonderfully adorable, and he needed some praise in certain areas of his body.

Certain scars from actions he regrets, or crooked parts of his body.

His hands are a big insecurity, the stretch marks on his muscles which had grown too fast for his skin to adjust accordingly.

He doesn't enjoy running his hands across your skin, feeling the smooth feeling and curve of your flesh, while he could only imagine his hands felt calloused, and scarred, crooked with the force of a hundred broken or smashed bones of his past.

You didn't like the feathery touch with his hesitance.

Kissing his scars, nuzzling against his scarred palms, tracing the rough patches of his burns, of skin healed over in uneven parts. You couldn't see an imperfection in him. It was tense to remind him of it, reassure him despite everything he was still beautiful.

He is a huge pervert, so lick constellations across his freckles and he’ll crumble in your palm. Kiss the freckles closer to his V line and this will turn into round X.

Though he’ll be the one to take care of you afterwards, not that you’ll be feeling anything anywhere below your hips.

One for all does give him an insane libido, a matching stamina, and an electrifying touch.

He would definitely feel guilty after that though. Having deterred your care and romantic sense into something juvenile.

He’d warm a towel, clean you off, and then note, “Hey, baby you know that you have beautiful freckles on the underside of your thighs!”

He smiled with eyes wide and sparkling with glee, voice soft with a murmur. “How did I miss that?”

“If I could move my legs right now I would kick you.”

He laughed, and you couldn't help the goofy smile on your face.

Then he leaned in and started to kiss the freckles on your thighs. “Oh hell no. Get away from me you pervert. How is your dick even working?”

He’d frown, “I am not a--”

“Shush, perv.” You grinned, “Carry me.”

He would, obviously. He’d wipe you down, pull you into his arms and help you with your bath, he’d press a cup to your lips and force you to drink water, even if you disagreed.

“It tastes like poison.”

“It's the exact opposite.” He forced you to drink, “Come on.”

It was the same with food, hand feeding you fruits and a ‘balanced’ meal, as if you didn't know that katsudon was his favourite meal.

You knew he liked it when you were helpless.

You debated whether you should be concerned or not; it really sounded like a psychological problem that he had to deal with. But you enjoyed being taken care of sometimes, even if he got a bit… weird. You know, with the babying.

It would have been perfect had it not been in the middle of the morning, sunrise seen through the window. He did have to be at work soon.

That sucked, but you just had to let it go. Number one and all.

A small kiss on the lips, a chaste one on the nose, and then he has to go, letting you sit down on the bed, setting things up for your comfort, before finally having to leave.

Shinso Hitoshi: Anxiety personified.

Huge music nerd, so the moment things have gone down, he wastes no time setting up music.

Ever heard of Mr Kitty? Because with Shinso you have his top ten memorised by the end of the first month of when he decides you guys were actually serious. So after and even during, some songs will be played and the room will hum with the beat.

He wants them cuddles. He needs them cuddles.

Taking care of him is… certainly something, He talks a lot. When he’s blissed out, he will mumble on and on against you, with his nose nuzzling against the valley of your neck. He asks garbled questions, and enjoys when you answer with your tired voice, running your hand through his hair.

He likes to softly sing along to the music sometimes, muffled by your skin. God does this man lack self confidence. He needs you to reassure him a lot.

This was a giant contrast, because he was unbelievably soft after sex, as during he was rather mean to you. That wasn't a problem though, because the both of you had put your boundaries and he was strict about never crossing them.

He was very awkward though, so you did have to take the lead when it came to his care.

With the high beat of the music in your ears, him cuddling with you until you both fall asleep mid gibberish conversations.

Be careful in the morning though, because he is fucking tired. Then it's a war on whos’ turning off the alarm across the room.

He was certainly like a cat. He needed a nap, and you had to wake him up and force him to have breakfast directly after, because he would forget to do that. He wants you to feed him in his bed, asking smugly and cockily. Thank god for your patience.

He will ask you a lot about what you felt about whatever he did that night, how can he improve? Asking if he had gone too far with you, since a few bruises were starting to form around your shoulders and hips.

You liked the gesture, but you knew he was a little insecure about things he did that included you, so you have to be careful with your words, as to not trigger his anxiety.

He would only really rest when you’d say, “Don't worry, I trust you."

With him taking care of you, it was completely different. Unlike the lazy cuddles the both of you entertained afterwards to relax, he would be seriously antsy when it came to you.

When you were too tired to do anything, he would light up your favourite scented candles around you, and made sure you were hydrated and fed to gather your energy.

“I am not hungry,”

“You can barely open your eyes.”

“I’m tired,” You’d insist, but he did not really care. He would study you intensely, notice the points of soreness and ice the bruises on your skin. He would really feel guilty for doing that to you.

Even though you were completely fine with it. You had actively encouraged it.

It felt like you had his quirk afterwards, though. Every time you said something, he would immediately help you get whatever you wanted. He would take care of the chores you had to do, and call sick for your job on your behalf.

You insist you were fine. He said it was his fault you were bruised, you need to take some rest.

Even though he knew you were fine, he couldn't help but want to take care of you so intensely. You knew it was some sort of symptom of his constant insecurity of his ‘villainous’ actions.

Do you try to tell him that it was fine? Yeah, but he refused to believe he wasn't in trouble.

Eventually it would become better. The louder you were during, the more relaxed he would be the next morning. He would soon realise that you were in control of the situation, finally convinced he wasn't the problem.

Instead of the whole day trending to you, he would light your purple candles and joke with you, listening to your laugh made him feel better.

The both of you would fall asleep in your bed, underneath the covers curled into each other.

The music would only make the room the both of you were in seem like it is its own little world. And the both of you were in solitude together.

Uraraka Ochako: Mochi Mistress.

She was a soft person, but not so during sex.

She went hard, so afterwards, when you laid in her arms breathing heavily as she stroked your hair.

Since she grew up poor, and struggling with the dilemma of being a good person and allowing her justified greed, her love language was gift-giving.

She loved spending money on you. So with her greedy style of sex, she loved to take care of you afterwards. Though her aftercare was pretty simple but highly effective.

She wasn't compensating for anything, she only really cared about having fun with you, lightening the mood after the heavy scene.

She was a tough one to impress. So you really tried your best, and she definitely knew that. She would kiss you softly, and tell you exactly how good you were, and how satisfied she was.

She would definitely use her quirk to float herself over to her fridge, grabbing packs of mochi and headed back to you. Lazily snuggling underneath the cover and shoving the mushy goodness into her mouth.

She would always hand you your favourite mochi, which she exclusively kept packed in her pantry like it was water.

You would nibble on the mochi softly, and she would giggle at you.

She would read while you snuggle into her side, shoving soft icecream mochi into your mouth and sometimes into hers.

A business woman with an incredible work ethic, she would read her new assignments and/or her favourite romance novels.

She would point out different things she wanted to replicate, and listen to your snarky comments.

You would fall asleep next to her and she would prepare the shower, waking you and pulling you out of bed, even with your groggy state.

Helping you into the shower and definitely joining you in there, she would make sure the only thing you could do after was walk straight back into her sheets and fall asleep.

You didn't have to get a job when she was there to provide for you, after all.

She would set you in her lap and brush your hair, striking up conversations of your plans, and hers. Planning dates and discussing when you would be joining her for meets, parties and other hero related business.

She really was over protective over you. Even when she was busy reading her assignments on the bed next to you, she would ask for your help sheepishly, even if she didn't need it. She liked hearing your voice, and loved hearing your input.

If you weren't tired afterwards, the both of you would settle and game together.

Her game was 100% battle block theatre. (don't @me.)

And so you played with her, yelling and laughing and smacking each other in game and fighting around even though you were supposed to work together.

It was never boring, even if you ended up fighting as temper boiled with the stupid game.

Though it was never a fight, as soon as you guys stopped playing, you’d huff around and then fall back exactly where you started, back in her arms.

As said, her aftercare was simple but highly effective.

Ice cream mochi, games and salty snacks were perfect for you.

And it didn't matter what you did with her, because as long as you fizzled out in her arms she didn't mind.

Toga Himiko

Toga is way more intense than you expected.

She is so tired afterwards though. Having been malnourished for a while.

She bites. A lot.

So her aftercare tends to be patching you up afterwards, licking, and cleaning and taking some of your blood. She doesn't really want to play doctor, she’d rather play with you instead.

Though you stay concerned of why she was giggling all around as she stitched you up.

“Stop laughing, it hurts!”

“I know… but you're so pretty when you bleed.”

She would definitely trace the scars she gave you with her nails. Though she rarely has the attention span to stay on one thing for too long, and after napping, she would begin bouncing off the walls with excitement.

Just like Uraraka, she loves to give gifts. Not that she could afford much, so her gifts tended to be…dead things.

So as you settle down getting off the bloodloss high, she would rush around trying to find something as beautiful as you.

And when you wake up, she’ll be handing you a bird’s corpse, but the bird was pretty.

That's the most you could say.

She’d sit behind you and place your head on her lap, petting you while she told you just how much she loved you, just how yummy and red your blood was, how every time she licks you her heart buzzes in her ears and her head begins to spin.

Her words would make you blush, she was pretty graphic after all.

She really loved when you touched her, or cuddled with her. It makes her feel like she belongs with you, in your arms, like two puzzles.

She loves fitting in with you, loves when you say her name, and all she needs to calm down is your reassurance that you still love her, even when she bites you, or digs her nails into your shoulders and back.

She whispers into your hair, ices the bite marks and coos at you happily.

She really needs a day to get over the after-sex high.

You knew there was a reason as to why the league avoided her after they saw the bite marks on you. Turns out the euphoria of it all made her excitable, and she rambled on about just how cool you were, how beautiful you were, and how much you cared about her.

As long as she satisfied you, she was too energetic to stop. If she didn't however, that would've been a problem.

She would have been really angry, and heartbroken. Even if you reassured her it was fine, that it was okay. No. No. She wanted you to be happy. She wanted to be like you, she wanted to be the perfect partner for you, she did not want to disappoint you.

Her excitable state also made her emotional. So her whining and voice breaking and tears swelling in her eyes was surprising, and a severe over reaction that you pretty much expected.

But you could not go again, the dizziness has yet to disappear so instead you pull her into your arms and murmur exactly how amazing she is and how proud of her you were and how she should…um relax a little bit because she would be the death of you.

You also tell her she could become you for an hour. No haggling.

With another distraction she was off her depressing state and back to her goofy toothy grin, telling you all about what she was planning to do when she becomes you.

A kiss and a soft love you uttered before she melted into your form.

And a whole new strange kink that you needed to review because it was becoming a matter of concern.