#otaku-explosion

Of course!! yall are always free to ask anything!!

Dumb it down? Heck no! This is my first request and I'm doing this shit RIGHT. Hope you like it. 😁

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Aizawa was late. As per usual.

Class was supposed to start 5 minutes ago and Iida had been dutifully instructing students to get to their desks, encouraging them to remain seated when they became fidgety in the continued absence of their teacher.

You eyes darted between the door and the boy sitting in front of you, trying to decide if you could spend a little time with your freckled boyfriend before class started. Just as you had made up your mind - the class slowly begining to murmur amongst themselves - he turned in his seat, smiling back at you with that innocent grin you adored, "Well, looks like we'll be waiting a while."

Ugh, he was just so cute. When he had accepted your feelings a few weeks ago, you had been over the moon. You had fully expected him to turn you down because he was so busy training hard to become the number one hero. And sure, you and him didn't spend as much time together as the average couple, but you were okay with that. Studying together and the very occasional date was all you needed as long as he was with you.

You were smiling back instantly, leaning you head on your hand, "Looks like it."

A rosy hue dusted his cheeks suddenly, his fingers fiddling together on top of the back of his chair, "You, uh...you look especially beautiful today..," he mumbled softly.

OH GOSH, YOUR HEART.

You couldn't help the blush that sprung up on your cheeks at the unexpected compliment, smile brightening, "Why thank you my especially handsome boyfriend," you fired back, relishing in the way the entirety of his face and neck became as red as Kirishima's hair. He was just so easy to fluster!

He tried his best to compose himself, clearing his throat and ruffling his already unruly hair, "I-handsome is a-," but he stopped, remembering your talk with him about accepting your compliments and to have more confidence in himself, "uhm, th-thank you."

His smile began to fade then, and, in turn, yours dropped off your face in worry. Izuku was known to over think things and cause himself grief over problems that weren't as big as he thought they were, but this expression was different. Something was really eating at him this time.

"Izuku?" You questioned, leaning forward to get a better look at him.

He met your eyes and gave a small, forced smile, "It's just...," he began, sighing and slumping slightly in defeat. Panic spiked through you for a moment, afraid you had done something to upset him. He reached forward, gently taking your hand in his own scarred one and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, effectively ending your worries and sending a completely different spike through you, "You're such a wonderful girlfriend and I...I don't treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

It was very possible that this boy would give you a heart attack sometime during this relationship.

You sighed in relief, "That's what's bothering you? Izuku, I don't need anything special-" you began, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

"But you deserve it!" He stressed, squeezing your hand softly, "You deserve to be taken on nice dates and to have so much more of my attention. I should be showing you how much I cherish you and instead I'm just...treating you like an afterthought..."

Well, you hadn't seen this coming. You supposed if the roles were reversed, that would feel like a lot of weight on your shoulders. It upset you that something like this had been burdening him and for a moment wondered...if you should have kept your feelings to yourself. You had just complicated things for him.

"Do you think of me as an afterthought?" you asked, prepared to prove to him that he was anything but neglectful.

He jumped at the question, eyes wide, "No! Of course not!" he assured, "I can't get you out of my mind!"

The classroom went silent.

You were sure the both of you were the same, glowing red color.

"Lady troubles, Deku?" Denki chortled, followed closely by the familiar sound of Jiro smacking him with her ear jacks. Uraraka suddenly and conveiniently remembered a funny story and began ethusiastically regaling the classroom of her scuffle with a pizza box and squid mascot. Bless her.

You fanned your cheeks, attempting to cool the flames beneath them while Izuku took his own time calm himself.

"Sorry, I-" he began, but you cut him off this time, shaking your head with a sympathetic smile, "No, I'm sorry. I should know by now how you'd react to a question like that."

"I meant it, though."

You looked up, surprised to see him watching you with a determined intensity that you're a bit embarrassed to say nearly had you fainting in your chair. He pressed onward, "You're always on my mind. From the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. And sometimes when I dream."

Okay, now that was bordering on cheesy, but it sent your heart fluttering uncontrollably in your chest.

He grabbed his backpack, rummaging through it for a moment and hesitating a moment before pulling out what he was looking for, "I was going to wait until lunch to give this to you, but...now seems better," He smiled, "I know it doesn't make up for all the time we should be spending together, but-"

You almost screamed at the box in his hand, hardly believing what you were looking at, "IS THAT THE ULTRA RARE SUPER LIMITED EDITION AMERICAN SOLDIER ALL MIGHT ACTION FIGURE? MINT IN THE BOX?"

At this point, you didn't care if you had once again drawn the attention of the entire class. This was a unicorn in the wild. A collectable that you were certain you would never see anywhere other than on your computer screen.

If there was one thing you and Izuku had in common, it was your love for the number one hero, All Might.

Izuku was quick to join in your excitement, "EXACTLY! I KNEW YOU'D RECOGNIZE IT! ONLY FIFTY OF THESE WERE EVER MADE!"

"I THOUGHT THESE HAD ONLY BEEN GIFTED TO AMERICAN POLITICIANS DURING THE INTERNATIONAL HERO TREATY OF 2002?"

"THEY WERE! 12 POLITICIANS WHO VOTED AGAINST THE TREATY SOLD OR TOSSED THEM AND MY MOM'S FRIEND FROM WORK KNEW A GUY THAT-"

Your smile fell as you listened to the story of how he had ended up with such a priceless item and realized...you couldn't accept this. No matter how much you loved All Might, you couldn't take this from Izuku.

"-what's wrong?" he looked crestfallen at your sudden loss of enthusiasm.

"Izuku, I couldn't possibly accept something like this," you shook your head sadly, "It's worth way too much."

"But, I want you to have it!" He insisted, holding it out to you earnestly, "It's okay, I have lots of rare All Might merch!"

You gently pushed it back towards him, shaking your head once again, "I know, but this is just-"

"Then keep it safe for me," he compromised, taking your hands and holding them to the box. God, his hands. You loved how they felt on yours. So strong and warm.

He leaned forward, and - to your shock - placed a soft kiss to your fingers. Your heart did maybe 15 flips. His smile had the smallest hint of mischief in it when he pulled back, "I'm counting on you."

The very next instant, you had your arms around him. The noise you made was, in retrospect, pretty embarrassing as you crushed him to you, bouncing happily. Now that was a compromise you could deal with. And that sneaky little smile peppered with those adorable freckles? GOD HE WAS JUST TOO MUCH!

"MIDORIYA!"

The scandalized voices of Denki and Mineta reverberated around the room, bringing you to a startled halt. There was a dark aura radiating off the two of them as they glared at the boy in your arms.

That was when you noticed the reddened faces of your classmates...and the...warmth between your...

Izuku's face was consumed. Disappeared to the ears -which were positively cherry - between your breasts. You had never pulled away from an embrace so quickly.

"YOU ALREADY GET TO DATE THE GIRL WITH ONE OF THE BEST RACKS IN CLASS! YOU GOT SOME NERVE RUBBING OUR NOSES IN IT LIKE THAT!" Mineta screeched, eyes completely white as blood spewed from his nostrils.

And then they were face down on the classroom floor, Tsuyu and Jiro standing over their battered forms. You hardly noticed their beatings, wide eyes gauging your boyfriend's own shocked expression.

The corner of his lip twitched.

Was he-

Aizawa chose then to enter the room, nonchalant as he made his way to the front of the class, scratching his cheek, "Sorry. I overslept."

You quickly - though carefully - placed the action figure in your bag while the class settled down, taking seats and facing forward. Your face was still burning to ashes, eyes unable to stray more than a minute from Izuku's trembling shoulders when he sent small wad of paper over his shoulder and onto your desk.

Sure that Aizawa wasn't looking, you opened it.

Steam hissed from the collar of your shirt.

Don't be too embarrassed. I liked it. A lot.

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Class 1-A's thoughts:

Aoyama: Such an intimate display in such a public place! How very avant-garde. *twinkles*

Bakugo: What the hell? What is this, some kind of porno? Get a fucking room! *blushing slightly, but mostly pissed off*

Hagakure: What is Y/N doing?! We're in class! * *

Iida: THAT IS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE! SCHOOL RULES SPECIFICALLY STATE THAT PDA IS PROHIBITED ON SCHOOL GROUNDS! NO MATTER HOW SOFT AND FRAGRANT HER BREASTS MUST BE, THIS IS- WAIT NO I-! *red and denying his last thought even happened*

Jiro: Holy shit. Get it, Y/N. *unimpressed, but supportive*

Kaminari: No way! She's-! SHE'S-!

Kirishima: Whoa, are they for real?! Do they even know everyone is looking at them? Man, Midoriya, you're full of surprises. *is shocked and blushes*

Koda: Oh, gosh! That's so naughty! *hides his face in his hands*

Mina: Whoa-ho! He's been devoured! *wide eyed and covers her mouth*

Mineta: TH-THE LEGENDARY MOTORBOAT! AND BY THE GIRL WITH THE SECOND BIGGEST RACK IN CLASS? MIDORIYA!!!

Momo: Oh, wow! I've heard about this courting ritual! But it seems a bit inappropriate to be carried out in class... *blushes and looks away*

Ojiro: What the-! Geez...my heart can't take much more of this... *blushes, looks away and sighs*

Sato: *sato.exe has stopped working*

Sero: IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING? HE'S NOT EVEN TRYING TO STOP HER! LUCKY!

Shoji: *shocked; his mind genuinely goes blank*

Todoroki: What is...she doing? *is genuinely confused*

Tokoyami: Er...hm. Those two are always so loud. *a little flustered, but mostly unimpressed*

Tsuyu: Y/N is a lot more bold than I thought. *blushes a little, but expression stays the same*

So sorry this took so long! For some reason, these continuation requests are harder to write for??? But it’s really fun to see how things play out after a story’s “end.” Anyway, I hope you like this!

Also, it’s finally summer vacation!!! I hope you guys are all having fun! Create new memories! Stay safe!

Part 1

Todoroki Shouto

“That’s his girlfriend?” 

“That’s exactly what I thought when I saw them together, too!”

“But she’s so…”

You already knew the girl’s next words, and you squeeze Todoroki’s hand in yours, ashamed and hurt due to the girls’ rude remarks and criticism. You tried to ignore them and act like what people said didn’t hurt you, you really did, but… Everyday, they would stare as you walked by before whispering among themselves about how you weren’t good enough for him, how he was only dating you out of pity, how you were probably forcing him to be with you. 

“_______? Are you okay?” Todoroki tilts his head to look at you, but you bury your face in the space between his arm and chest before he can. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push for an answer, instead releasing your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer. 

You sigh loudly, taking off your glasses to rub your eyes. You had been studying for hours now, and you were in dire need of a much deserved break. You look across the table to your boyfriend, his eyes half-lidded and head drooping down. Stifling a laugh, you reach over and hold his hand.

“Let’s take a break,” you suggest, and he nods in agreement before stretching. You admire the curves of his muscles and all his perfections, those hurtful words you were so used to hearing now suddenly filling your head. Todoroki notices your change in demeanor and squeezes your hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asks gently, eyes imploring yours. You smile up at him before shaking your head.

“It’s nothing.”

He narrows his eyes at you before stepping over the table and sitting beside you. “You’ve been off these past few days. What happened?”

“Nothing really… People say things, and…” You pause to look at him, a sharp pain in your chest at the genuine care in his eyes. “Sometimes I wonder what they say is true.”

It takes him a moment to understand what you’re saying, and once it all comes together, he pulls you into his arms in a secure embrace. “It doesn’t matter what people say about you, _______. They don’t know you the way I do.”

“Yeah, but,” you start, “you’re so handsome and perfect, but you’re stuck with someone like me. An ugly nobody who wears these ginormous glasses.” 

“Perfect?” he chuckles, squeeing you in his arms. “I have a huge scar on my face, _______. I’m hardly perfect. And there’s nothing wrong with your glasses.”

“But…” He looks at you, an eyebrow raised as he waits for your excuse, pleased that you find none. 

He raises a hand to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear, the gesture causing your temperature to suddenly increase. He smiles down at you before saying, “And they don’t know how beautiful you are under your glasses. And I’d like to keep it that way - if that’s okay with you, of course.”

You simply nod, failing to form words, an he smiles. He leans closer and rests his head on yours, a long sigh leaving his lips as you tousle his hair. 

“Promise me something,” he whispers as he squeezes your free hand. “Don’t ever believe what they say.”

Your eyes widen a bit at his words, hand stilling in his hair. 

“_______?” He shifts so that he can see you, his forehead now resting on yours. “Promise me.”

His stare is unwavering and leaves you breathless, and it takes you a moment to respond. “I promise.”

He lets out a relieved sigh before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and resting his head on yours again.

Bakugou Katsuki

“Oi,” the blonde in front of you calls out. You look up from your book and find him sitting backwards on the chair in front of you, chin resting on his arm as he looks up at you. 

“Yes, Bakugou-kun?” You knew what was coming next. This had been going on for almost two weeks now since he first saw you without your glasses, and you were growing accustomed to these little talks, your fear of the blonde decreasing with each conversation.

“You should take off those glasses sometimes. Wear fucking contacts or something,” he says, earning a laugh from you. It never failed to amaze you how vulgar his vocabulary was and how natural it was for him to curse. Seemingly pleased at having made you laugh, he lets out a tiny, proud huff before straightening up in the borrowed chair.  

You set your book down, giving him your full attention, and smile almost scornfully. “And why should I?”

Despite receiving no response from the boy, you knew exactly why he wanted that. It was the same reason why everyone who saw you without glasses said the same things he did. It was the reason you started trusting people less and hiding behind the spectacles even more.

Noticing your sudden solemn demeanor, Bakugou raises an eyebrow, lips parting as a question dances on his tongue. Before he can speak, you rise from your seat and take the book in one arm, saying a quick goodbye before leaving the classroom. He stares at the door long after you’ve left, confused and concerned.

Two weeks. That was how much time had passed since the blonde last spoke to you. After the first few days, it became obvious to him that you were actively avoiding him, even pretending to be listening to music when he caught you in the lounge.

And it infuriated him.

So when he sees you enter the elevator, nose buried in another book, he wastes no time in dashing inside just as the doors close. You look at him with obvious surprise that quickly turns into wariness and scoot into the farthest corner from him. He clicks his tongue and shoves his hands into his pockets, head tilting to one side as he stares you down. 

“Why are you avoiding me? And don’t pretend you can’t hear me this time.” 

You close your eyes, eyebrows furrowing, and shut the book in your hands. You take your time in answering his question - after all, he deserved an answer for his persistence. 

“Because you’re shallow, and I’ve had enough of people like you.”

Your answers throws him off, the surprise and confusion evident on his face. Before he can say anything else, the elevator dings, informing you of its arrival to your floor. Bakugou quickly presses the button to close the doors before you even take a step and proceeds to press all the buttons for each floor. You stare at him in utter disbelief, mouth agape.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” His voice is a mixture of anger and hurt, and you start remember why you feared him in the first place. He had no control over his temper, and if you weren’t careful, you might end up destroying the elevator in a fight. As if reading your thoughts, the blonde in front of you noticeably calms down, repeating his question in a more civil tone. 

“It’s just…” You pause, wondering if you really wanted to share with a classmate you barely knew the pain that you suffered your whole life. The earnest look he had urged you for an answer, and you give it to him. “When I wear my glasses, people ignore me, but once I’m not, they suddenly want to be with me and tell me to stop wearing my glasses. They don’t care how it makes me feel, they just want to be selfish and see only what they want to see.”

You avert you eyes to your feet, not wanting to see the look Bakugou wore, and feel yourself tearing up. Of course he would be like everyone else you knew. Of course he would only want to be with you if you weren’t wearing your glasses. Why had you expected anything else?“That’s it?” You almost yell at him for making it seem like your confession was nothing, but he continues before you can. “Of course they’d want to see you like that. You’re beautiful. People have never seen anyone like you. Show it off.”

“You don’t understand,” you sigh irritatedly. You run a hand through your hair and shift from one foot to the other.

“I do. People only know me for what happened during middle school,” he tells you, his voice hinting at an emotion you weren’t familiar associating him with. “Besides… Now that I think about it, I would rather you wear those glasses.”

You look up at him, confused by his words, and find him blushing before you. “What?”

He clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. “I don’t think I want anyone else seeing how beautiful you are. It should be something only I can see.”

“Are you… Are you saying that you like me?” Bakugou’s eyes widen just a fraction at your question, though he’s clearly embarrassed, and you can only laugh at him. He scowls at you, although without any malice, before telling you to shut up. “I never thought I would see the great Bakugou Katsuki like this!”

“Maybe these can be our little secrets then?” You stop laughing and raise an eyebrow at the blonde, finding a hopefulness behind those crimson eyes of his, and you feel your own face heating up under his gaze. 

You finally tear away from his eyes, nodding as you say, “Sure. I’d like that.”

Midoriya Izuku

When you show up to class the next day, everyone’s eyes are on you, their stares urging you to rush to the safety of your seat, but before you can, your classmates crowd around you and shower you with compliments and questions. 

“Wow, _______-chan! You’re so pretty!”

“Is that really you?!”

“How could you hide this from us?!”

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, your eyes search the room for the person you wanted to see you the most. Your eyes fall upon a head of green curls still seated, and you push your way through the crowd. Everyone watches with abated breath as you stop in front of Midoriya, anticipating what you would do next. They boy in front of you refused to look at you, though you could tell by red of his ears that he was just as overwhelmed and embarrassed as you. 

“Mido-RI-ya-kun!” Your voice cracks as you say his name. If you were wearing your glasses, you were sure they would have fogged up from the heat your cheeks emitted. Pushing past your embarrassment, you continue, “I thought about what you said the other day.”

His hand twitches, signaling that he was listening and knew what you were talking about, and after a moment, he asks, “R-really?”

“I did, so…” You have to clear your throat several times before you can speak again. “Can you please look at me?”

The seconds that pass feel like hours, and you aren’t sure if it was worth all that trouble just to have him look at you anymore - until he does. He stares directly at you, an almost determined look in his eyes, not missing a single detail, and you can feel your heart beating erratically in your chest. 

“You look beautiful, _______-chan,” he says, just loud enough for you to hear. You break out into a smile that makes everyone around you swoon, the boy before you completely wordless due to your beauty. 

Laughing breathlessly, you brush a strand of hair behind your ear and say, “Thank you.”

“_______-chan,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. You lean closer to him, taking the hint that he wanted to make sure only you could hear him. You feel his hand brush over your ear, his soft breaths tickling you as he speaks. His voice is so calming as it sends vibrations through your ear, and you almost don’t catch what he says, too lost in his voice. 

You straighten up suddenly, your face impossibly redder than before and a surprised squeak escaping past your lips. Midoriya was just as surprised at having said something so daring, but he smiles nonetheless to play it off and to throw off your classmates. Your peers, however, take it completely differently and start to scream at each other. Some accused Midoriya of having a dirty mind, some doubted that he had said anything worth worrying about. Others… 

You couldn’t care less about the chaos surrounding you, your mind still fixed on what the green haired boy had truly said. 

“I don’t mind if you let others see you like this, but I would much rather prefer it if I were the only one lucky enough to have that privilege.”

Your eyes meet his, and you simply nod, agreeing to his words, before making your way to your seat. As soon as you sit down, Aizawa slides open the door, yelling at the class to shut up and take their seats so class could start. 

Heartbroken of not knowing about this before he tries his best, but he didn’t have to try too hard for reader seemed to have already taken care of it before hand. His kid seemed to already know him thanks to reader. They talked about how she always said how proud she was of him, that she still loved him dearly, and always worried about him when something shows on the news. She never got together with anyone else after him. Please and thank u (is it too much asking this?) 2/2

I just did!