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Why? Why must this make me feel horny... 😺🙏🙎🙇🙆

Have y’all ever thought about GymBro!Mirio ?

Warning (18+) Minors DNI

GymBro!Mirio who’d spotted you as soon as you walked through the door in your cute little Nike shorts that made your thick thighs bulge at the bottom.

GymBro!Mirio that literally pushed passed the flock of women dying for his attention, just so he could talk to you.

GymBro!Mirio that’s built like a fucking Adonis and you’d be so intimidated if he didn’t have the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen.

GymBro!Mirio who says that you don’t even need to be in the gym because your body is amazing.

GymBro!Mirio that insists on staying by your side and going through a routine that would focuses on maintaining rather than losing weight.

GymBro!Mirio that presses his body flush against yours as he corrects your stance.

GymBro!Mirio who’s large hands rests on the small of your back while he watches you complete your set.

GymBro!Mirio who stares at your ass every time you squat , amazed at the way it ripples with each motion. That shit love like water 🥴

GymBro!Mirio that insists you exchange numbers, so that he can make sure that you’re on the right track in your workout journey.

GymBro!Mirio that has you coming in three times a week just so he can spend more time with you.

GymBro!Mirio who convinces you that dieting isn’t necessary, but suggests that you add more proteins and healthy fats to your daily intake.

GymBro!Mirio that says “don’t worry about it, it’s working, you just can’t see it” when you complain about not losing weight, not realizing that your current diet is actually causing you to gain a bit more fat in your thighs and ass.

GymBro!Mirio that’s slowly becoming more and more obsessed with you. Often finding himself daydreaming about you whenever you weren’t around.

GymBro!Mirio who calls you all the time. Just “checking in like a good friend.

GymBro!Mirio who fists his cock in his hand, biting his lip, while you ramble on about your day.

GymBro!Mirio that’s so close, just from the sound of your voice because he’s so pent up. He hadn’t fucked anyone since he met you 2 months ago,

GymBro!Mirio that whimpers your name, white seed spilling onto his stomach after a ground breaking orgasm.

GymBro!Mirio that’s been a lot more touchy, always throwing an arm over your shoulder and running his fingers over your skin.

GymBro!Mirio that’s whispering in your ear, that your ass looked amazing during those squats while he hugs you from behind.

GymBro!Mirio who’s breathing down your neck, licking the shell of your ear while he grinds his hardon against your ass.

GymBro!Mirio that’s pulling inside the locker rooms and slamming you down on the bench.

GymBro!Mirio who has your hands behind your knees, holding up your thighs while he drills his cock into your cunt.

GymBro!Mirio that’s squeezing your pudgy stomach and circling your clit while he watches you cream around his dick.

GymBro!Mirio that’s moaning your name and telling you that this is the best pussy he’s ever had.

GymBro!Mirio who’s apologizing because your sweet brown cunny is milking him dry and it’s just too good to pull out.

GymBro!Mirio who’s eyes roll to the back of his head when your orgasm makes your hole clench around him, pushing him over the edge.

GymBro!Mirio that’s just coming so fucking much, painting your insides with ropes of hot sticky cum. Fucking it back into you overstimulated cunt as quickly as it spills out.

GymBro!Mirio that bends down to kiss you sweetly and tell you that you’re amazing 🥺

GymBro!Mirio who’s chuckling at your fucked out expression and the doe eyes that you give him as he caresses your cheek.

GymBro!Mirio who’s confessing that he likes you, and asks you to be his girlfriend as his cum seeps from your hole.

GymBro!Mirio that’s so excited when you say yes that he accidentally thrusts up into your overstimulated pussy when he leans down to hug you, making you squirt all over him.

GymBro!Mirio who’s eager to get you cleaned up so that you can head over to his place, where he’ll fuck you again and again.

We love GymBro!Mirio 🥴

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BNHA PRO HUSBAND SCENARIOS: Reacting to them getting baby fever when you’re both Pro Heroes

Feat: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Mirio Togata

Warning: highly suggestive content

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Izuku Midoriya

It was completely your fault, you had no right looking so beautiful holding the small month old baby in your arms. Battered, bruised, and covered in cuts, and yet you looked absolutely stunning with that glowing motherly smile on your face as you hushed and rocked the baby to sleep. Izuku’s head was spinning seeing you like this, something in his heart stirred yelling at him that you’d be a perfect mother.

“Oh hi honey, didn’t see you there.”, you giggled quietly trying to stay professional.

Izuku wanted to speak but seeing you hold the baby had left his mind stuck on one thought, “A-Are you both okay?”, he asked stupidly watching the sleeping baby wrap it’s small hand around your ring finger.

“We’re fine love. The mission was a success and the Baby’s mom and dad have been found we’re just waiting for them to come.”, you whisper smiling down at the small baby in your arms.

“It suits you.”, Izuku mumbles out loud making you stare at him, he’s about to stutter out an excuse but you’re both scared when a woman’s cries fill your ears.

The baby’s parents had finally found you and ran to you with open arms, they both tackled you honestly just trying to hold their baby. You gave the baby back to her mother and the father hugged you with tears spilling from his eyes and thanked you. You smiled and nodded feeling your heart clench tightly once the baby had left your arms. Izuku notices and his mind fills with the thought of giving you a baby of your own.

You both return home in silence and while you started dinner you notice Izuku missing.

“Izuku? Zu? Honey where’d you go?”, you called throughout the house eventually finding him in his office taking down his things.

“Izuku what’re you doin-“

“I need to make the nursery.”

You’re left completely shocked by his response watching him work diligently to carefully and quickly put his stuff away. He stops for a moment and rushes up to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands before slamming a deep passionate kiss on your lips. You accidentally moan against his lips and find yourself being pressed against the wall by his large sculpted body.

“I-Izuku what’s gotten into you?”, you gasp turning away from him as embarrassment danced over your face.

“I want a baby, I want to give you a baby.”, he admits sternly, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately but seeing you today…glowing the way you did with that baby in your arms…I-it made me want one even more.”

You flushed bright red to his response, but his hungry emerald hues caught how your thighs clenched and squirmed to his words. You wanted this just as bad as he did, that baby had given you both baby fever and you weren’t even mad.

“I-I…I want a boy.”, you admit staring up into his hungry eyes.

Izuku had completely changed, he’d become feral for you, confident and cocky, “Then I’ll give you one.”

The house almost burnt down since you had forgotten about dinner on the stove.

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Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou was in his prime, barely to be 28, and already happily married to the sassiest woman he’d ever met but he felt something digging at him. After getting to hold Kirishima’s little girl and being dubbed her god father Katsuki was left with some brewing thoughts. Everywhere he looked there was a pregnant woman or a baby in its stroller or it’s parents arms. He longed for that same sensation, he grew the need to have a baby of his own, he wasn’t sure what was happening to him but on his day off he somehow stumbled into a baby clothing store and his heart was overflowing. He found Dynamight themed onesies and compulsively bought it, it was just to cute for him to ignore.

“Oh that would look lovely on our baby.”, a young woman smiled gently rubbing her round stomach, her husband was holding up two separate sets for her to choose from and Katsuki’s feverish mind pictured that happy couple as you and him.

Now here he was at home, sitting at the edge of his bed mindlessly rubbing his thumbs over the small onesie as more and more thoughts stirred in his mind. He wanted a baby, no needed one, needed to have a baby with his pretty little Queen. “Fuck I’m losing my mind, stupid fucking shitty hair and his cute ass baby.”, Katsuki groaned flopping onto the bed.

“Suki I’m home.”

Katsuki groaned letting you know he was in the room but completely forgot about the onesie in his hand, “Hey baby cakes, long day?”, he sighed sitting up to get his sugar from you.

You pressed a deep kiss to his lips making him hum in delight, you noticed the onesie in the corner of your bed and squealed seeing it. Bakugou realized he’d been caught and groaned, “Katsuki what is this?”, you smiled holding it up in the air.

“A baby onesie…I-I picked it up at the store today.”, he sighed staring anywhere but you.

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, bet our baby would look super cute in it.”, you said out loud.

His red eyes were immediately glaring at your stomach once you had said that but he didn’t see anything different.

“Wait what?”

“Oh yeah I’m pregnant, I wasn’t gonna tell you until I was showing but since someone has baby fever I guess it’s okay to tell you early.”, you giggled running off to find your positive pregnancy test.

God Katsuki was all over you once he read the positive test, you smiled and tried to escape him but that was not happening anytime soon. His lips were all over your face and neck, leaving a warm trail all over your skin. “K-Katsuki down boy.”, you whined feeling his bulge against your crotch.

“No way. Not now, not ever. I’m gonna make sure you stay filled and then we’re going shopping, you need maternity clothes and the baby needs all her shit too.”, Katsuki growled seductively stripping himself of his shirt.

“We don’t even know if it’ll be a girl!”, you screamed flushing bright red to his naked form.

“It’s gonna be a girl I know it, my little Queen is gonna give me my little Princess.”, he growls slowly stripping you.

Katsuki keeps his word, he does make sure to keep you filled and honestly you’re pretty sure he just wasted a fortune on everything he just bought you and the baby.

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Mirio Togata

Being a pro was never an easy job, but seeing all the families around him made Mirio long for a family of his own. He had brought up the idea to you before but you never really gave him a solid answer. Then it happened, during your anniversary dinner you both caught sight of a beautiful little baby that absolutely adored staring at you. Mirio couldn’t help himself and started making faces at the baby making him laugh with glee. The baby’s laugh was contagious, it made you both feel so warm inside. Seeing the way Mirio swooned for the baby made you smile, Mirio was always good with kids, he’d proved it more then once but now…now the idea of a family sounded good in your head.

“Wasn’t that baby just the cutest?”, Mirio cheered.

“Yeah super cute.”

Mirio suddenly became quiet, his face twisted into a strange frown. You snapped out of his mood with a kiss to the lips and smiled at him, “Our times coming soon, I promise.”, you whispered.

Mirio’s mind went blank to those words and slowly but surely he showed you just how much he wanted this. He made one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery and decorated it full of superheroes, of course he didn’t let you in the room for anything which sucked since you couldn’t even get the keys. I’m that room he hid everything, your maternity gear, baby clothes, strollers, car seats, everything until the fated day you told him you were pregnant.

Mirio broke down sobbing finding your positive test sitting atop a corny shirt that read ‘I have the strongest daddy.’. Mirio wore that shirt for a month straight awaiting his sweet round baby but his baby fever never went away.

“Honey I’m on babysitting duty tonight! Look I have the Amajiki twins!”, Mirio cheered holding both the elf eared toddlers in his arms.

You smiled at waved at your nephews who immediately sought out to play games with their favorite uncle. Mirio has become extremely caring and nurturing, doing whatever the kids wanted, playing, drawing, sleeping, anything at all just to see them happy.

“Hey uncle when will we get a new baby cousin?”

“Oh soon little one. Aunty (Y/n) is raising the baby right now in her belly.”, Mirio smiled watching you waddle around the kitchen while you made dinner.

Both the twins stared at you and then at each other before popping the question, “Where do babies come from?”

You nearly tripped hearing that sentence and glared at Mirio to keep his mouth shut but he answered.

“When a mommy and daddy love each other very much they do a magic trick together and the daddy puts hi-“

“THEIR MAGIC CALLS A STORK AND THE STORK BRINGS THE BABY!”, you screamed throwing a pillow at your stupid husband.

The twins giggled and rushed to the kitchen to cling to your legs, the both rubbed your growing belly and smiled excited for their new friend.

😳😳😳😳 fainted. .🔇🔈🔉🔊

How we feeling about werewolf Mirio?

Werewolf Mirio is the local werewolf- as in, everyone knows he’s a werewolf.

And how would anyone not know? He’s big, he’s scary, he has sharp teeth and claws and spoke with a growls rumble permanently stuck in his tone.

But he’s so sweet. Terribly so. Makes himself small and is constantly telling awful jokes that suck quickly disarm anyone that sees the intimidating wolf man. Loves landing a helping hand, wherever and whenever, and loves it even more when he makes the pretty lady in the flower shop smile and laugh.

Your shop is just so pleasant to be in, easy on his sensitive nose too, and your company is just so heartwarming as you entertain his bad jokes and silly antics. And he too plays along with your games, keeps his eyes closed and pretend he’s thinking about which flower you just held under his nose for him to sniff and guess the name.

God, he loves you so much. He wants to tell you but is a little reluctant because he knows that, despite how the townsfolk are so accepting of him, he was still different, still a monster, and he’s scared that you’ll see that too one day. You’ll eventually stop commenting on how cute his ears are and how fluffy his tail is, start noticing that he has really sharp fangs, has claws the can grip you still with fear of being teared to pieces.

Mirio refuses to bring any harm your way- that’s why he completely ceases to exist when his rut rolls by. During that time, all his thoughts were about you, but no longer giving you sweet kisses or getting that cute giggle out of you.

No, he thinks of pressing your ankles to your ears as he stretches your cunt open. He thinks of slobbering and slurping up all your juices (and he knows you’ll taste as good as you smell, his nose can always shamefully pick up when you got yourself off the day before). He thinks of plugging you up with his knot and shoot ropes of cum in your womb in such an absurd amount that would definitely make his seed catch and grow your belly round and heavy with his puppies- his puppies that would look like you, his puppies that will be taken care of by you, his puppies who’ll want more siblings and he’ll breed you all over again for both his and their sake.

For an entire week, Mirio fucks his fist raw with all those thoughts of you and his knot never went down once. His instincts spoke louder, told him to claim his mate once and for all.

Everyone knows Mirio disappears for a whole week but no one knows why. No matter how much reassurance told you that he’d pop back in life all fine and dandy- and truly, he does come back like nothing happened- you can’t stop yourself from worrying.

So you go to his house on the week he stopped stopping by your shop.

You knock at his door a few times, brows creased from beginning to end.

“Mirio? Are you alright? Are you in there…?”

His voice is almost unrecognizable muffled by the door, deep, gravely and animalistic.

“Go away.”

It zips the chilling shiver of fear with the way it sounded like a threat, but you pick up on how it sounded pained more than anything else. You couldn’t let your worried heart suffer any long so you dug out the spare key he had given you a few weeks back, for emergencies only.

The second you step into his house is the same second your cheek first on the ground, sun dress merciless ripped into raining confetti, a clawed hand on the middle of your back keeping you pinned down.

He growls again and this time, you come to the sudden realization that Mirio is a dangerous wolf.

“I told you to go away. It isn’t safe. It’s not safe around me. With you here, I- shit, fuck.” He’s words jumble, mouth visibly watering at your floral scent invading his senses. He curves over you and bites at your shoulder to keep you down, not enough to break skin, but had you yelping regardless.

He groans when he rubs his hard cock on your cunt, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your folds and slick on him, far more pleasurable than hours spent in his fist. Fuck, he could cum from this alone.

But Mirio still fights against his instincts, still clings to his guilt in disgust over what he’s doing to you as he kept grinding and humping your core. He growls a more apologetic whine this time.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I-I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t help it. That’s why I had to stay away. Fuck, I want you so bad, but I can’t hurt you.”

His brows pinch tight as he gnaws on your shoulder, clawing at the floorboard to not carve your back. He then feels your gentle touch on his cheek, snapping his eyes open to your face right nest to yours, your lips slightly parted in ragged breaths, eyes lidded. There was fear in them, but so much more than that.

“It’s alright, Mirio. I know you’d never hurt me. You’re the one in pain- probably have been for a long time.”

He reflexively growls when you shift under him, but you didn’t move away- just arched your back to stick your ass out some for him, used your hand to guide his throbbing cock to line with your pussy. He stutters weak protests, already losing his inner battle.

“It’s alright.” You breath again. “I trust you. You can do it, Mirio… you can have me.”

Mirio’s mind goes blank the minute he slides into you, foam gathering around his gritted teeth. He can’t bring himself to be gentle when he grabs your waist and slams forward to bottom out in one go, ears stinging with your shrill squeal. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust either and immediately fucks you like the wild dog he is, growling and drooling as his heavy balls slap on your clit, knot already swelling on the base.

You can only pant and claw at the floorboard for dear life. He was going in so deep, deeper than you could ever imagine while using your fingers at the thought of him. He was filling your every crevice too, probably making your tummy poke out with how big he really was. Like you were meant for him, you chanted broken cries of “Mirio, Mirio, Mirio” and he fucked you faster and harder and rougher, until his knot pops in and he collapses his weight on top you, fucking your cunt as deep as possible, completely oblivious to all the cream and cum he’s squirting out of you with each thrust or how he was melting your brain into his need breathing bitch.

In the small moments of lucidity between orgasms, he promised himself to properly nest and clean you up as his precious mate. It’s the least he could do as an apology for fucking the feeling right out of your legs.

Capa para a fanfic “Soldado Ferido” escrito por Sakurh para a seção de Boku no Hero. Fanfic com foco em vários ships, e que como podem ver pela capa e pelo nome, SIM TEM MORTE GENTE NÃO É NOVIDADE OQUEI? -QQ E sim, a capa tem dois modelos porque sou extremamente indecisa quanto a cores :>

Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos à BeaPanda pelo modelo disponibilizado para a manip do Katsuki, créditos também aos donos de todos os recursos utilizados como textures e psd’s.

Capa e banner para a fanfic “The Blond Ghost” escrito por Mirafukushi para a seção de Boku no Hero, fanfic com foco no ship MiriTama. (amo <3)

Créditos aos fanartistas nanosize (que fez a arte do banner) 50shadesofHQ (que fez o Mirio na capa da fanfic) e @DK:74 (que fez a arte do Tamaki na capa) Muito obrigada a vocês! <3

Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos aos fanartistas ~

Link da fanfic: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/the-blond-ghost-18347544

Ok, eu preciso falar.

Em minha opinião, esta é uma das capas que mais lindas que eu já fiz, e ver essas edições me fazem refletir o quanto eu estou melhorando a cada edição que faço e o quanto de carinho que estou colocando em cada uma delas. 

MiriTama é um ship que me faz olhar com carinho, pois ver que esses dois com um sentimento de companheirismo, amizade e amor que eles tem um pelo outro desde que eram crianças, me faz crer que o amor existe e que ele não é tão ruim quanto já pareceu para mim.

E com sinceridade, espero que a Veres goste dessa capa tanto quanto eu gostei, eu simplesmente me apaixonei.

Esta capa foi feita para a fanfic “Winter and Summer do not Mix” escrita por Veres para o projeto “ProHero_Proj”.

Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos aos Fanartistas ~

Link da fanfic: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/winter-and-summer-do-not-mix-18058935

Link do projeto: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/perfil/prohero_proj

Mirio

rb if you love one (1) bean-eyed young man

Bnha × Aladdin request for @princeasimdiya12 🌟

Lets assume overhaul had a son who is the same age as the class with his or a similar quirk. we can assume he wasn't the best father. but picture how awkward Izuku and Mirio might acts around him if he gets thrust in the class. Bonus points if he Izuku says sorry about beating overhaul and his reaction is just ehh I wanted to do it myself.

A Little Too Alike

Izuku Midoriya x Overhaul’s Son Male!Reader [PLATONIC?] Summary: After Overhaul was arrested, his son was taken in by U.A along with Eri. When Mirio and Izuku found out, let’s just say it was very awkward…

★☽A/N: I seriously had no idea what to do with the insert character so I just wrote BNHA… Anyways, I have no idea whether my writing has gotten better or worse! Please tell me… I don’t know at all 😭

Contents: FLUFF - COMEDY?

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As everyone from the yakuza group was getting taken away, arrested, one of them looked awfully similar to Overhaul. Midoriya, shocked, walked towards him and turned him around, only to see gold colored eyes, similar to of Overhaul’s.

“Woah, Midoriya!” A hero ran up to them, stopping Midoriya from doing anything else. “Who is he? Why does he-” The hero shushed him, trying to get the young hero in training to calm down. “We’ll explain everything once everything settles down.” Midoriya watched as the striking double of Overhaul walked away with the other yakuza members.

After that, the weeks that went by were dreadful. He couldn’t stop crying for days after Sir Nighteye’s death. He tried to smile at his funeral, but he knew he couldn’t keep up a smile like Mirio, just like how the hero wanted. Even though his friends tried to comfort him, he still didn’t feel much the same.

It got worse when someone was introduced to his class.

It was the carbon-copy of Overhaul, the same male he saw last time. His blood boiled at the sight, but remained as calm as he could. As Mr. Aizawa introduced the young male to the class, the students that joined the raid were surprised by the last name.

“Y/N Chisaki.”

He had the same last name as Overhaul, also known as Kai Chisaki. A few of them started to get defensive of him. “He will be joining us from now on.”

“Mr. Aizawa. I mean no offense but why is he joining us? Kero.” Tsuyu asked, a bit curious. “Some of you may know this from the news or actually being there. A villain named Overhaul was arrested and this is his son.” Students who didn’t know were surprised to hear this.

A villain’s child was joining them?

“Are you sure, sir?” Kaminari asked. Mr. Aizawa nodded and told Y/N to sit in the back beside Todoroki. He nodded obediently and walked towards the empty seat, nodding as a sign of acknowledgement towards Todoroki who did the same.

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A few weeks went by and the class had started to trust the young male. Even though students who were on the mission, Kirishima, Uraraka, and Asui felt awkward around him, they managed to trust the male enough to talk to him normally and have a fun time.

When Mirio found out, he was actually cheerful about it. He said, “I think it’s a great opportunity! He could go down a different path from his father! A bright future!” with a smile on his face.

Midoriya sighed at Mirio’s statement. Everyone was moving on from this but Midoriya wasn’t!! He didn’t know why he couldn’t move on, he just couldn;t! Every time he saw Y/N, he felt a sense of rage.

Perhaps he was seeing Overhaul in Y/N. The striking resemblance was uncanny. His brown hair, his gold eyes, everything about him screams Overhaul. But he knew he had to make this right. If he wanted to continue to train to be a hero, he needed to move on from the past.

“Hey… uh… Y/N?” Y/N turned around, gold eyes sending shivers down Midoriya’s spine. He sighed shakingly. He bowed down as he hurriedly said “Uhm… Sorry about beating your dad!!” with a loud voice.

No response.

He lifted his head up, finding a confused face.

“Huh..?” Y/N tilted his head in confusion. “Uhm… it’s okay..” he muttered softly.

Let’s just say… He was embarrassed.. Like- to the point the poor boy was blushing hard in embarrassment.

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Temerate (Mirio x Reader P2)

Fic Type: Oneshot Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Mirio x Reader Prompt: N/A Word Count:1,029 words Authors Note: There may or may not be a part 3 in da works 💙

"How are the preparations going?" Shigaraki inquired. "They're coming along. We ran into a slight problem, however." You responded to your boss, scrolling through the tablet you had. The room grew quiet as they turned to you. "A hero happened to sneak in. His quirk is Permeation.'" Shigaraki adjusted the hand on his face before sighing out. "Dabi, accompany (💙) from now on." The burnt man rolled his eyes but followed Shiggy's instructions, nonetheless. "Make sure it gets finished." His voice is grating to your ears. His grip on your shoulder made you tense up, forcing you to respond. After the short meeting was over, Dabi followed you back to the room that served as your cell. You stopped in front of the door hesitating a bit, but he shoved you in, locking the door behind you. You tried so hard to gain their trust but, Shigaraki still had everyone on guard. 

Deeming the tablet now useless, you tossed it onto the dresser. As you took a seat on the mattress, that was considered a bed, you thought back to your encounter with the hero Lemillion. "Come back with me. We can make your new everything together." You desperately wanted to go with him. But you knew there would be severe consequences if Shigaraki caught you. You laid down on your side, curling into a ball, drifting off to sleep. 

"(💙), what do you wanna be when we grow up?" Mirio asked as the two of you walked home together. "Hmm. I'm not sure yet. What about you?" He jogged in front of you to strike a pose. "I'm going to be the best hero ever!" You giggled, and he grabbed both of your hands with his own. "Will you be my partner when I'm a hero?" You tore your gaze from him as you felt your face heat up. "You want me to be your partner? But what if things change?" His hand gently tilted your head towards him. "Even if things changed, and we went down different paths, it doesn't matter. As long as we meet each other at the end." He beamed at you. You smiled back at him as a few tears streamed down your cheeks. "Hey..." His voice was soft and kind. He wiped away the tears and embraced you. For those few moments, you in his arms, you felt safe.

You stirred awake, being face to face with Toga. "Time for the final prep!" She said smiling widely. You knew that messing around would be pointless because of how seriously demented they are. You followed closely behind Toga as she led you to the car. "Dabi will take things from here!" She slammed the door, and you hugged your figure tightly. Thinking about your dream, you wished you could experience that warmth again. "(💙)" You glanced up at Dabi. "Do you know that guy who broke in?" You knew it would be pointless to lie. "Yes..." "Why didn't you go with him?" You clenched your jaw and remained quiet. His blue eyes bore into you through the rearview mirror. The answer was clear. You cared for the hero. Choosing to go with him would only cause harm to him. If you had to be the bad guy to protect him, then you would. 

"Alright, get out, we're here." Following his instructions, you got out of the car and followed him inside the abandoned building. Dabi leaned against the entrance of the building, as you brought out your table and began tapping away. Unknowing to the two of you, heroes lurked in the shadows. The group of heroes looked at each other before nodding. Currently, you stood in the middle of the room. In a second, the heroes jumped out of hiding and began attacking Dabi. The scent of soot caught your attention, and you turned around. Blue vivid flames encircled the front of the building. Dabi happened to be fighting heroes off. "Wait..." You staggered backward realizing that Mirio had come back for you. "(💙)!" Turning to the source of the sound, Dabi yelled at you to call for reinforcement. You started shakily typing on the screen, as your eyesight became blurry. Before you managed to contact Shigaraki, the tablet flew from your grasp. Mirio struck it away from you. "(💙), you don't have to do this anymore." Sky blue, kind eyes met your own (e/c) ones. "We can leave together." He extended a hand out to you. Pausing to take a glance over at Dabi, he remained carelessly fighting off the group of heroes.

 You reached out to grab his hand, but a knife darting out from the shadows struck your hand. "I knew something would be up." Your blood went cold, hearing Shigaraki's disembodied voice. You tightly held your injured hand, looking at Toga. "Sorry, I was hoping to see a lot more blood." Her smirk remained frightening. "Dispose of these heroes. (💙), come with me." Shigaraki spoke with you. Absentmindedly, your legs began to move on their own towards him. "Now!" Mirio shouted to his companions and ran to sweep you up in his arms. "Mirio..." You gripped his attire. "Please stop..." The heroes lept into action and a fight erupted between the two sides. You tilted your head down to hide your face. "(💙), you don't need to cry anymore. I'm here now." He placed you on the ground and stroked your hair. A hit resounded throughout the building. You had hit his hand away. "You're not my friend anymore, remember?" His grin faltered, and he took in your appearance. Your words stung but, he knew you had to be lying. "I'm getting you out of here whether you like it or not." 

"Mirio, they're getting away." The two of you turned towards the League. Kurogiri had activated his warp gate. Shigaraki's stare seemed to go through you. The rest of the League, including Shigaraki, went through the portal. They had vanished and left you behind. You lost yourself in your thought about what could mean for you now. "Hey." Mirio's tender touch brought you back. "Let's go home." Despite what you said, he needed you by his side.  

My last post of them got a whopping 0 notes. Which sucks. I think they’re adorable. Please give me attention please. I’m desperate for dopamine

After 3 long years, mha has dragged me back into the fandom. I didn’t have a choice

Anyways,I’m obsessed with this group. I think they’re adorable. Especially Tamaki. He makes me cry whenever he’s on screen. I love him

This may or may not be my new hyperfixation. We’ll see how it goes

Can I ask for head canons for Bakugo (and Mirio if you will write for two characters) with a reader who has been stressed out over taking care of a sick family member (taking them to appointments, doing housework, picking up groceries). How would they react and help or comfort them? Thanks 😊 hope you have a nice day!

Ask and you shall receive my child!

@vs-redemption if anyone in your family is sick, I hope they get better soon. To anyone who’s sick or has a family member that is sick, just know that things will get better. They and you will make it through, I promise 💕. I hope everyone is well and having an amazing day!!

TW; Angst, sad Bakuhoe, sad mirio bby, sad reader, and sad author 🥺.

Keywords:

Y/N= Your Name

H/C= Hair color

H/L= Hair Length

S/C= Skin Color

S/O= Significant Other

F/M= Family Member

E/C= Eye Color

Bakugou! and Mirio! with a Stressed!; S/O that is taking care of a sick family member:

Bakugou:

At first he would have no clue what was going on with you. You two would have a scheduled date and you’d say something came up, having to cancel.

He was honestly scared that you didn’t like him anymore or worse: that you where cheating.

He didn’t say anything about it-or, he never had time to say anything about it. He would rarely see you and lately the only time he would get a chance to look at your beautiful/handsome form, it would look rugged and dirty, sacks under your eyes wile dried tears stained your face.

He only saw you late at night when you would come home to your shared apartment and immediately crash in your shared bedroom.

He wish he would understand what was going on, he was worried about you and in all honesty, he was getting pissed off.

When you left the next day, he prepped himself for the evening, practicing what he was going to say, wanting to take a calm approach to things and not scare you.

Finally, the night arrived, Bakugou slept silently on the couch till he heard the door of the apartment open slowly.

He rose slowly and looked at his beloved S/O, there (H/C), (H/L) hair frames there face perfectly and there (S/C) shone beautifully in the moonlight that ricocheted off of the counter from the open curtains.

The tall male strutted over and hugged them, placing his head on top there own head and he caressed there delicate body in his hands.’’Hey Y/N’’. His voice soothing there stress instantly as they couldn’t handle acting like they are fine.

They broke down, falling to their knees, taking Bakugou with them. He didn’t need an explanation yet, what he needed was to hold the one he loved most close to him, letting them know that he was there and that he would never let go.

You sobbed in his chest, holding handfuls of his shirt while you where at it. His large hands moved up and down on your back in a quite comforting motion as he hugged you closer to his warm frame.

‘’Babe, please’’. His voice laced with a begging tone. ‘’Please Tell me what’s wrong! Did I do something wrong? If I did, I’m so sorry; I’d never mean to hurt you”!

You froze. ‘Was he blaming himself this whole time’? “No no no honey, you didn’t do anything wrong”. You choked out a sob near the end. “It’s just- my (brother, sister, sibling, mother, father, etc.) is r-really sick and-‘’.

He cut you off with a big hug. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I was being selfish”. He whimpered as he felt a few tears strain his beautiful face. “Bakugou, please babe, it’s fine. You didn’t know”.

He only whimpered in response. “It’ll be ok, I’ll help you get through this. I know things will get better, I promise you”. His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke.

You stopped crying and grey tired quite quickly. “Thank you Bakugou”. You whispered, voice barley audible as your eyes fell shut and you fell into the world of sleep. Your boyfriend chuckled softly and used his thumb to while away one last stray tear that fell down your soft (S/C) cheeks.

He leaned over and gently kissed you on the lips before scoping you up into his strong arms and walking you to your shared bedroom where you both would finally get a decent night sleep.

Mirio:

Sweet boy would know something was instantly wrong as soon as you walked into the shared dorm room. The aura heaving off of you was heavy and cloudy while your form looked weakened and tired.

‘’Babe, a-are you ok’’? He would ask hesitantly, his smile withering away. ‘’Yeah, I’m fine honey, don’t worry about me. Just a bad day’’. He nodded, a small, reassuring smile plastered on his face as he pulled you close, petting your (H/L) (H/C) hair softly to calm you down.

You and your lovely lover sat down and shared some tea while enjoying the comfortable silence that spread throughout the dorm.

When you got home it was around 7 PM, you two had tea at 7:45, now it was 8:50 as you both shared a dinner of rice and miso soup; courteous of Mirio and his decent cooking skills.

Once you finished you helped him clean up before; -ring- -ring- -ring-; you jolted as the phone in your pocket vibrated to life. You quickly pulled it out and your eyes widened after seeing the caller ID. You looked to your sweet boyfriend with a pleading look as he nodded, saying that he will take care of things here. You smiled gratefully as you stepped out onto the patio.

Mirio cleaned the dishes before setting them in the dishwasher gently, being aware of his strength and being careful not to shatter anymore plates.

He froze as he looked at you from the patio window. He saw your hand quickly move up to cover your mouth as you quivered, tears beginning to stain your beautiful (S/C) face.

He rushed out, not caring about the plates and wrapped his strong arms around you as you sobbed in his chest.

“Y-Y/n! What’s wrong love”?! He shouted fearfully as he swiped your hair out of your face before kissing your tears. “T-they are getting worse”. You sobbed helplessly into your boyfriend’s shirt.

“Who baby? What are you talking about”? You sniffled before taking a breath to try to speak more clearly. “E-earlier today I found out that my (F/M) got s-sick a-and they just got worse’’. Your voice shook, chest heaving and body shivering.

Mirio’s usually shining face dropped. ‘’Hey hey’’. He patted your hair while pulling you closer. ‘’It’s going to be ok. I promise you’’. You sniffled and looked up at him with you (E/C) eyes.

‘’Tomorrow we can work together. We will help them together. I promise, they will get better’’. You looked down, a solemn look plastered on your face. He only softly smiled and tilted your head up.

‘’I have never lied to you’’. He mumbled and placed a soft, delicate kiss on your soft lips.

The two of you headed to bed, forgetting about the leftover dishes as Mirio instantly put you on the bed and held you close, showing as much comfort and love he could give you without being rated R.

The next morning, he woke up early; getting ready for the day before you got up. He made coffee, went out to get some donuts and finished the dishes. Of course he showers though, it was the first thing he did.

Once you woke up, you where surprised to see Mirio holding a coffee cup and a plate full of your favorite donuts. ‘’C’mon babe! Might want to go get a shower; it would be a shame if I ate these all on my own’’. You simply giggled, knowing that you would get through this, with Mirio at your side, forever.

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I hope this was ok! I have 17 requests to do and I want to get them all done by the next 3 or 4 weeks. I’m so sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors, Grammarly isn’t working right now. If this isn’t how you wanted it, I’ll fix it for you!!

-☕️ℂ𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖_ℂ𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕤☕️

Mirio Togata X Reader

°❀.ೃ࿔Sunshine boy °❀.ೃ࿔

synopsis: the optimist always gets to the pessimistic

this drabble took so long… i haven’t the faintest idea why but i kept on having to come back to it. Also of course hawks is in it because this man will slip into here all the time.

If someone had told you years ago that you’d end up working closely with Sir Nighteye, you would’ve laughed in their face. It wasn’t that you didn’t respect him, he was a brilliant tactician, a respected pro hero, and had an impeccable track record. But you? You were the type to fight with instinct, to make decisions on the ball, to trust in your power and your gut rather than detailed predictions and meticulous planning….So why the hell were you here, standing across from the man himself in his office, flipping through yet another thick case file while he watched you with that unreadable expression?

“You’re still not much of a strategist,” Nighteye remarked, adjusting his glasses as he scanned the aftermath report of your latest joint mission.

You smirked, leaning back in your chair. “And you’re still not much of a field agent.”

He sighed. “That’s exactly why this partnership works.”

/////////

“YEAHHH! IT’S LUMINE!  Alright, listeners, it’s time for another Pro Hero Spotlight! And today, we’re talkin’ about someone who SHINES!! LITERALLY!

!!!!

Name: Lumine!

Quirk: Photon!

!!!!!

“This top ten hero is all about brightening it up, baby! She can absorb and manipulate photons to move at the speed ofwell, light! That means energy blasts, insane reflexes, and even phasing through attacks when she shifts into pure energy! How cool is that?!”

//////

The streets were in chaos. Smoke curled into the air, glass crunched underfoot, and a massive villain with reinforced armor was tearing through the city like a wrecking ball.

Sir Nighteye stood in a secluded location watching every movement below with razor sharp focus. And then

FWOOOOSH!

A streak of golden light SHOT through the sky, illuminating the battlefield in a flash before re forming into Y/n! You landed in front of the villain, body still pulsing with residual light. “You’re making a mess,” you quipped, cracking your knuckles. “How about we clean it up?”

The villain roared, lunging at you. But before he could land a hit “DODGE! NOW!” Nighteye’s voice cut through your earpiece. You didn’t hesitate. Your body shimmered as you phased into photons, the villain’s massive fist passing right through you. Reforming at his side, you unleashed a concentrated beam of energy, sending him skidding back.

“Shut up, i’m the one doing the fighting”

“Four seconds,” Nighteye said through the comm completely ignoring your statement. “His armor is weakest at the joints. Hit the right knee now.”

You grinned. “Got it.” just like that, you MOVED lightning fast, reappearing just in time to drive a photon charged kick straight into the villain’s knee joint. The armor CRACKED, and the villain staggered. “this is so lame, why does this feel so boring” The villain reeled back, dazed, and You exhaled, rolling your shoulders. “Well, as fuuuuun as that was, we still have to find the missing cargo.” Nighteye adjusted his glasses. “Hmph. ” You groaned. “ugh this is such a pain”

——-

Below, the warehouse bustled with activity villains moving in and out, unloading crates from a truck into the building. Whatever they were smuggling, it wasn’t legal, and it was your job to put a stop to it.

“This should be a straightforward operation,” Nighteye murmured, sharp eyes calculating every movement below. “We take out the guards, secure the cargo, and apprehend the ringleader before they realize what’s happening.”

You nodded, scanning the scene. “And what about the new guy you were telling me about?”

“He’ll be assisting,” Nighteye replied, his voice as unreadable as ever.

Right on cue, the rooftop door creaked open behind you. “Sorry for the wait!” The voice was bright, confident, and unmistakably full of energy. Turning, you saw a broad shouldered blonde stepping onto the roof, adjusting his gloves. Even through his mask, his beaming smile was obvious.

Mirio Togata.

Even if you hadn’t known his name, you would’ve recognized him by reputation one of U.A.’s most promising students, currently interning under Nighteye. But what caught you off guard was his presence. He wasn’t just strong; he radiated warmth, like the human embodiment of sunshine. “Lumine, right?” he asked, walking up to you with an easy confidence. “Sir’s told me a lot about you! It’s really cool to finally meet you.”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Nighteye. “Didn’t know you were such a fan of my work, Sir.”

Nighteye adjusted his glasses. “I made a passing mention of you. He was relentless in asking for details.” Mirio laughed, rubbing the back of his head. “Guilty! But can you blame me? You’re a top pro! It’s not every day I get to work with someone like you.”

You smirked. “are you kissing ass your way to the top?.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” he grinned.

Nighteye cleared his throat. “Lumine, you’ll take the east entrance. I’ll enter from the west. lemillion, infiltrate the main warehouse and secure the interior. Stay alert for reinforcements.”

“Yes, Sir!” Mirio saluted, then turned to you. “Stay safe out there!” You gave him a nod before vanishing into a stream of light, dashing toward your position.

———

The mission went smoothly at first. You dismantled the outer guards with ease, your photon based quirk making it simple to blind and disarm them. Inside, Mirio weaved through walls and floors, taking down enemies before they could react. Nighteye, as always, operated with precision, his foresight ensuring every move was calculated. Then, as you were securing the last of the cargo, a villain lunged at you from the shadows.

You barely had time to react before an arm wrapped around your waist and yanked you back just as a blade slashed through the air where you had been standing. A blur of blue and gold moved past you as Mirio landed between you and the villain, his usual cheer replaced by sharp focus.

“Whoa, that was close!” he said, keeping an easy stance but never taking his eyes off the attacker.

You let out a breath. “Did you just—”

“Pull you out of danger? Yup!” he grinned over his shoulder. “Figured you wouldn’t mind.”

Before you could respond, the villain lunged again. Mirio immediately let himself phase, the blade passing through his chest like mist. The attacker barely had time to register what had happened before Mirio resolidified behind him, delivering a precise, forceful punch that sent the villain sprawling.

You crossed your arms, smirking. “Not bad, lemillion.”

“Thanks! But, uh, if I could phase other people, I probably would’ve just pulled you underground instead of doing it the old fashioned way.” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

“I’m glad you can’t,” you shot back. “I’d rather not find out what being buried alive feels like.”

Mirio laughed. “Fair point!”

You both turned as Nighteye approached, his usual unreadable expression in place. “I assume everything is under control?”

“All good!” Mirio said with a thumbs up. “Teamwork makes the dream work!”

You shook your head, amused. “Not a bad first mission together.”

Mirio beamed. “Hopefully the first of many!” as you’d later find out, it was.

—-

You learnt very fast that it was not just a one time thing. He came barrelling into the next big mission that you were working on. As the battle was over, the villains secured, and the dust had finally settled. The tension that had filled the air minutes ago had been replaced by the steady hum of cleanup efforts. You stood off to the side, rolling your shoulder as you surveyed the scene. Another mission completed. Another long night.

“Lumine!”

The familiar voice cut through the chaos, warm and unmistakably bright.

You turned just in time to see Mirio jogging toward you, weaving effortlessly through the debris and uniformed officers. His blue cape fluttered behind him, and despite the scuffs on his costume and the streaks of dust across his face, his grin was as radiant as ever.

He skidded to a stop just in front of you, hands on his hips as he looked you over. “You okay?”

You smirked. “I should be asking you that. Pretty sure you took on half the villains yourself.”

Mirio laughed, but there was a softness in his gaze that hadn’t been there the last time you’d worked together. “Eh, nothing I can’t handle. You, though, you were amazing out there.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always a charmer?”

“Because it’s always true.” He grinned, leaning forward just slightly, voice dropping to something almost conspiratorial. “You know, I’ve seen a lot of pro heroes in action, but you? You’re on another level.” Your smirk wavered for half a second, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. He wasn’t teasing or joking he meant it. Mirio, for all his strength and confidence, never acted like he was above admiration. He gave it freely, effortlessly, like it was second nature.

“…Not bad yourself, Togata.” You nudged his arm, trying to shake off the warmth creeping into your chest.

His eyes lit up. “togata? I haven’t given you my name yet, second meeting and is this a good thing or a bad thing?”

“oh my.” Warmth spread from your face. Respect was a huge thing in your book. But you’d be lying to yourself if his name didn’t reply in your head after your last encounter. you crossed your arms. “i’m so sorry lemilion! we haven’t even left the battlefield and you don’t even know me-”

Mirio’s laughter was bright, like sunlight breaking through the remnants of the night. “Don’t worry about it!! just a silly little slip”

Before you could answer, Nighteye approached, his usual composed expression in place as he took in the two of you. “You did well today,” he said simply.

your daze slightly disappears looking up to him “High praise, coming from you.”

Nighteye adjusted his glasses. “Don’t get used to it.”

Mirio chuckled, nudging your shoulder lightly. “Sir’s just being modest. We both know he’s impressed.” Nighteye sighed but didn’t argue, which only made Mirio’s grin widen.

You shook your head, glancing at Mirio. “i’m starting to think in the inside you’re a bright shiny ball puppies and rainbows in there” “you surround yourself with smiley blondes and people with a very bright outfits.

Nighteye’s expression barely flickered, but you swore you saw the tiniest twitch of his eye at your words. You smirked, pressing your advantage.

“I mean, really,” you continued, crossing your arms. “Mirio? All Might? Bubble Girl? Myself? What is it with you and people who radiate pure sunshine? Do you just absorb their energy like some kind of grumpy solar panel?”

Mirio snorted, clearly trying to hold back laughter, while Bubble Girl who had just arrived on the scene blinked in confusion. Nighteye sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if you were giving him a migraine.

“I surround myself with competent heroes,” he corrected, but there was a hint of exasperation in his tone.

You raised an eyebrow. “Right, and it just so happens that all those ‘competent heroes’ have the same golden retriever energy? Be honest, do you break out in hives when you’re around pessimistic people?”

Mirio was straight up laughing now, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the exchange like it was the best thing he’d seen all night.

Nighteye merely adjusted his glasses again, as if recalibrating his patience. “Y/n,” he said evenly, “perhaps you should spend less time making baseless observations and more time debriefing the mission.”

“Oh, so you’re avoiding the question? Interesting.” You tilted your head. “That means I’m right.”

He gave you a long, flat stare before turning on his heel and walking away. You caught Mirio covering his mouth, trying and failing to stifle his amusement.

“You’re awful,” he whispered between chuckles.

You grinned. “He makes it too easy.”

——-

The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead as you leaned against one of the agency’s desks, arms crossed, watching Mirio dig through a cabinet with the focus of someone searching for the meaning of life. His uniform was slightly rumpled from the day, his tie loosened, the top button undone. Without his hero costume without the grand, larger than life energy he carried in battle he looked more like a regular student, just a little tired, a little more human. But still, somehow, undeniably bright.

“You lose something, Togata?” you asked, voice dry as ever.

Mirio, undeterred by your deadpan tone, straightened with a triumphant grin, holding up a can of juice like it was a legendary artifact. “Victory!” he declared before cracking it open with an exaggerated flourish.

You raised an eyebrow. “That felt high stress for such little reason.”

“Hey, sometimes it’s the little things,” he said, taking a sip. He sighed contentedly, as if this really was the highlight of his day. Then, as if just noticing, he tilted his head at you, curiosity flickering in his gaze. “You’re here a lot, huh?”

You shrugged. “Guess so.”

Mirio hummed thoughtfully, tapping a finger against the can. “Shouldn’t you be at your own agency? Not that I’m complaining, it’s always nice to see you.”

There was something in the way he said it casual but genuine, like he meant it. Like HE liked having you around. It threw you off for just a second.

You smirked, shaking off the feeling. “Oh, I got kicked out.”

Mirio blinked, his whole body pausing mid sip. “…Wait, really?”

“Yeah.” You sighed dramatically, crossing your arms. “Turns out, if you glare at one too many people, they start thinking you ‘disrupt workplace morale.’”

For a second, his face flickered with concern, his brows furrowing just slightly. But then you saw it the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, the telltale sign that he was just now getting the message. there it was. His laughter erupted, full and unrestrained. “No way! You had me for a second!”

You grinned. “I have my moments.”

Mirio shook his head, still chuckling. “Man, you’re something else.”

“I try.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t awkward just a lull, comfortable and easy. Mirio leaned against the desk beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. He always carried this… presence. Like standing next to him meant standing in a patch of sunlight. It was disarming.

Mirio, apparently, wasn’t one for silence. “So, if you’re not actually exiled from your agency, why do you spend so much time here?”

You hesitated for a beat before answering. “…I guess it’s not bad here.” You nodded toward the space around you. “Nighteye’s strict, but I can respect him. The work is solid. And the company’s… not terrible.”

Mirio’s lips curled into a playful grin. “Wow, your compliments feel kinda lackluster.”

“Hush now,” you said smoothly. “Don’t tell me you’re tired of me being here.”

“Never!” His response was immediate, like he’d been waiting for you to ask. His smile softened a little. “Actually, I think it’s nice. I was gonna say you’re kinda like an honorary member at this point. But, y’know…” He glanced at you, an easy warmth in his gaze. “That makes it sound like we don’t want you here when we do.”

Something about the way he said it lighthearted, but undeniably sincere made you pause.

“…Huh,” you said, for lack of anything better.

Mirio leaned in a little, grinning. “Huh?” he mimicked playfully.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m just not used to people being that direct, is all.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “That direct, or that nice?”

You gave him a look, but he just smiled wider, like he knew he had a point.

“You’re not bad company either, y’know,” he said after a moment, his voice a little softer now, like he was just saying it to you and not to the room. “I mean, you’re cool, and you’re strong, but you’re also… kinda funny. Even when you don’t mean to be.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying I’m accidentally entertaining?”

“I’m saying you’re interesting,” he said easily. “And that I’d rather have you around than not.”

Your chest tightened, just slightly. It wasn’t often that people just… said things like that. At least, not to you.

Mirio, as if sensing he might’ve thrown you off, nudged your shoulder. “Guess I’ll just have to stick around more,” he said, grinning again. “Y’know, in case you get actually exiled one day.”

For once, you didn’t have a sharp reply. You just shook your head, looking away to hide the small, involuntary twitch at the corner of your mouth. “…Yeah, yeah. We’ll see.”

His laughter was softer this time, but the way he looked at you like he genuinely wanted to know you, like he already considered you a friend made something in you settle.

———

The walk to U.A. was calm, the late morning sun casting a warm glow over the city as you and Hawks strolled along the familiar path. The school loomed in the distance, its towering gates just visible beyond the trees lining the sidewalk.

After a moment of quiet, you sighed. “You know… I feel like we’re getting the short end of the stick here.”

Hawks glanced at you, amusement flickering in his golden eyes. “Oh? How so?”

You gestured vaguely ahead. “Nezu gets free labor, the kids get their little motivational speeches, and what do we get? A pat on the back?”

Hawks let out a light chuckle, his wings shifting slightly. “You mean to tell me the honor of inspiring the next generation isn’t enough?”

You gave him a dry look. “I’m sure they’ll be fine without our wisdom.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe, but a little guidance never hurts.”

You exhaled, watching as a breeze rustled through the trees. “I guess.”

A comfortable silence stretched between you as you walked, the steady rhythm of your footsteps filling the space.

“At least we get a good meal out of it,” Hawks remarked after a moment, stretching his arms behind his head.

“If Lunch Rush is cooking, sure,” you said. “If not, I’m leaving early.”

He laughed. “I respect the standards.”

You smirked. “You should. I refuse to sit through a whole day of talking if the food isn’t worth it.”

Hawks tilted his head, as if considering something. “Y’know… spending the day at U.A. like this almost feels nostalgic.”

You glanced at him. “You think you would’ve been good in school?”

“Not really,” he admitted. “But sometimes I with for the simplicity of it. Having a schedule, training, learning new things every day.”

You hummed in agreement. “Yeah. It was… different.”

“Different’s a good word for it,” he mused. “We didn’t have a normal school experience, but it had its moments.”

You nodded, a small, knowing smile forming. “Like sneaking out past curfew?”

“Or convincing commission teachers we were just ‘exploring alternative training methods,’” he added, smirking.

You chuckled. “We got away with too much.”

“Eh,” Hawks said with a shrug. “Guess they figured we’d be fine in the end.”

You didn’t respond right away, but there was an understanding in the quiet between you. The path ahead felt familiar, but the two of you had changed since your own school days.

Hawks nudged your arm lightly. “Alright, be honest, what kind of student do you think is gonna annoy you the most?”

You sighed. “The overly eager one. From what i’m hearing about 1A i feel i need a Xanax. The one with too much energy, too many questions, and zero sense of personal space.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, there’s always one of those.”

“If we get stuck with a kid who talks back, you’re handling them,” you added.

“Deal,” he said easily. “As long as you grab me some extra food on the way out.”

You shook your head, amused. “Unbelievable.”

And with that, the two of you stepped inside, ready to face whatever the day had in store. It wasn’t often that you found yourself back here not as a guest, anyway. But after Nezu had oh so politely requested (read: roped) you and Hawks into speaking to the students about what it was like to become a pro hero so young, you hadn’t exactly had a choice. It made sense, you supposed. You and Hawks were among the youngest top ranking heroes, and Nezu likely figured your experiences would be valuable to the next generation.

Walking through the towering gates, you let out a quiet sigh. “Alright, if we leave now what consequences would we really have?”

Beside you, Hawks stretched, wings ruffling slightly. “Nezu said guest speakers. I heard free food.”

You gave him a flat look. “We’re not getting paid for this.”

He grinned. “Yeah, but we are getting exposure. And what’s better than exposure?”

You groaned. “Literally anything else.”

Before Hawks could tease you more, the school doors swung open, and there stood Nezu, looking far too pleased with himself. “Ah! Lumine, Hawks! Welcome to U.A.!”

Hawks gave a lazy salute. “Hey, little boss.”

Nezu chuckled. “Now, now, Hawks, I prefer ‘Principal.’”

You crossed your arms. “I prefer to not be scammed into free labor.”

Nezu simply smiled, ever unbothered. “Oh, but this is a wonderful opportunity! You’ll be inspiring the next generation!”

Hawks and you exchanged a knowing glance before he sighed dramatically. “Oh, what an honor.”

Nezu, unfazed, continued, “Before your talk, I thought it would be nice for you to get a tour of the school. And I’ve arranged for some of our top students to lead it.”

Before you could respond, a familiar voice rang out “Lumine!”

You turned to see Mirio, his wide grin already on display as he jogged up to you. “Yo! You finally came to visit us!”

You grinned back, stepping forward to meet him. Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tightly. “It’s been too long! You’re looking good out here, away from the chaos of missions!”

You laughed, half surprised by the bear hug. “Calm down, Mirio. I’m just here for a quick talk.”

Hawks grinned. “Careful, Mirio she’s not used to being this popular.”

You elbowed Hawks lightly, but Mirio only laughed, undeterred. “It’s just cool! We usually only work together in high-stakes situations. Now you’re here!”

Hawks raised an eyebrow, walking over with a smirk. “Should we be worried that you’re this excited to see her? I feel like I’m being replaced.”

Mirio stepped back and smiled at you, his enthusiasm unwavering. “Of course not! I’m just happy to see my friend.” He then glanced at Hawks, before pointing at him playfully. “And definitely not because of him.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging Hawks. “Look at that, he’s already here to steal my spotlight.”

Mirio laughed, pulling away just as Neijire bounded over, her bright energy almost contagious. “Lumine!” She looked at you with wide eyes, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “You’re even more amazing than I thought! And you’re here with Hawks!”

“Yep, unfortunately,” you said dryly, though a small smile tugged at your lips.

Nejire suddenly appeared beside him, practically vibrating with excitement. “Oh wow, you and Hawks are so close, right? You work together all the time, and you both got into the Top 10 super young! Wait, wait…. are you dating?”

Tamaki, standing slightly behind them, visibly tensed.

You and Hawks exchanged a glance, the kind that spelled trouble. “Oh, absolutely,” you said smoothly, nodding.

Hawks let out a dramatic sigh, draping an arm around your shoulders. “Nejire, you caught us. Our secret romance, exposed.”

You shook your head. “We had a plan, too. Big reveal, dramatic photoshoot, matching hero costumes…”

“Matching hero costumes?” Hawks repeated, amused.

You shrugged. “Might as well commit to the bit.”

Nejire gasped, eyes sparkling. “Oh my gosh, really?! That’s so cute!” Tamaki looked like he wanted to teleport away.

“No, they’re not.”

You and Hawks immediately stopped, mid tease, and turned to Mirio.

Hawks raised an eyebrow. “Wow. That was fast.”

You and Hawks immediately shared a look, both of you smirking as you were about to go on your teasing tangent again.

“Oh, Neijire, sweetie,” Hawks started, voice oozing with sarcasm. “If you knew the kind of annoying this one brings into my life—”

“annoying ?” You cut in, laughing. “You are the annoying one, bird brain.”

“I’m just saying,” Hawks said, dramatically holding a hand to his chest, “that being with you is like being surrounded by a storm of bad decisions and caffeine.”

You grinned. “And don’t forget the occasional midnight chicken emotional breakdown because you can’t stop talking.”

Neijire’s face lit up with curiosity. “Wait, but are you sure?” She leaned toward you both, wide eyed. “You guys aren’t a thing? You’re so close like, a sibling vibe. But siblings wouldn’t…”

“You’re making this way worse than it is,” you interrupted, barely containing your laughter.

Hawks shot you a look, his own grin widening. “I’d like to see you try to keep up with all of her sass. Wouldn’t recommend it.”

Just as you and Hawks were about to double down on the teasing, Mirio suddenly interjected. “Nope! They aren’t dating.” Both of you stopped in your tracks, blinking. You stared at Mirio for a moment, then looked at Hawks.

“Uh… okay,” you said, a little thrown off by how fast Mirio had spoken.

“Yeah, we’re not,” Hawks confirmed, but he raised an eyebrow, glancing at Mirio.

Mirio, still peppy, shook his head. “I mean, you could be dating, but you’re not. You two are way more like siblings. Plus, Hawks would never stop bragging about it if it were true.”

Hawks gasped. “The little nugget is fighting back!”

You smirked. “No, no, he’s right. You would be unbearable.”

Mirio grinned. “Exactly! So, no, you’re not dating.”

Neijire smirked, her eyes practically sparkling with mischief. “Ohhh, Mirio, I see. You’re relieved, huh?”

Mirio looked momentarily flustered. “What? No, I—I’m just making sure everyone knows the truth!”

Neijire’s smile grew wider as she wagged her finger at him. “So, you like older women, then?” she teased, glancing between the two of you.

Tamaki, who had been standing quietly off to the side, suddenly spoke up, his face flushed. “Wait—no, no! That’s not what—” He nervously glanced at you. “I mean, you’re not old… right?”

You raised an eyebrow, mildly amused. “Tamaki, I’m only twenty. I think I’m safe from the ‘older woman’ label for now.”

Neijire blinked, realizing her slip-up. “Ah! Right! Sorry! I just got carried away…” She quickly backpedaled, practically bubbling with apologies.

Meanwhile, Mirio, still the image of cheerfulness, blinked in surprise. “Huh?”

Nejire leaned in eagerly to mario’s ear. “Well? Do yoooou? Do you like older women?”

For the first time, Mirio hesitated, opening and closing his mouth before laughing sheepishly. “That’s… not really the point here.”

Hawks lost it. He practically collapsed onto Mirio’s shoulder, wheezing. “Oh my god”

You smirked. “So, Mirio, should I be expecting a confession letter soon, or do you need someone middle aged…?”

Mirio let out a goodnatured chuckle. “Nope! But hey, if you do get one, I promise I’ll deliver it personally.”

Nejire mouth dropped all the way to the center of the earth. “PAUSE WHAT”

Hawks sighed trying to segue. “I’m stuck with her as my honorary sibling instead.” You shook your heads in ignorance to the bubbly blue haired girl.

“And I’m stuck with him making chicken nugget jokes at my expense,” you added.

Mirio laughed. “Chicken nugget jokes?”

Hawks smirked. “The students are like chicken nuggets tiny, but still good.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. U.A.’s finest. A box of premium nuggets.”

Mirio grinned. “Well, I hope we’re at least the good kind.”

Hawks clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, buddy. You’re definitely a top tier nugget.”

Nejire giggled, Tamaki sighed in relief, and Mirio just shook his head, still smiling.

Hawks stretched. “Alright, let’s get this tour over with before Lumine escapes”

You scoffed. “Please. U.A. doesn’t scare me.”

Mirio grinned. “Well, in that case, welcome to U.A.! Let’s go!”

And with that, the tour began—

with you and Hawks following behind, still laughing.

REMEMBER: You’re 20. Then when you get to the school, you’re immediately thrown into a tour by the big three. Mirio being excited to see you. Neijire being bubbly as ever asking questions like if you and hawks are together and all that. Tamaki looks so nervous as if he hasn’t been fighting with fat gum. You and hawks having such a close friendship bully all of them from the question. Then mirio comes in and says you and hawks aren’t dating. interrupting you and hawks mid teasing. Both of you stop really fast, laughing and agreeing that you aren’t. Then pause to think about how fast mirio said it. Other than the missions he knew nothing about you. neijire joking after that mirio liking older women. Tamaki immediately defending you and not calling you not old. then neijire bubbly backtracking. meanwhile mirio is looking flustered and Hawks falling on mirio laughing. Then telling you that your fans are so cute.

——

The day had stretched long, but now, with the sun dipping below the horizon, U.A. had finally settled into a peaceful quiet. The tour, the teasing, the guest lecture it was all behind you now. You leaned against the railing of one of the school’s outdoor walkways, watching as the last bits of golden light painted the sky.

You heard footsteps behind you before you saw him.

“I was hoping I’d find you before you left,” Mirio’s voice was softer than usual still bright, still him, but lacking the usual boundless energy.

You glanced at him as he leaned against the railing beside you, arms resting against the cool metal. His school uniform was slightly ruffled, hair still tousled from the day’s events. But his usual grin was missing, replaced by something more thoughtful.

“Here to give me a final tour of the sunset?” you quipped lightly.

Mirio chuckled. “Something like that.” A pause. Then, “I wanted to apologize.”

You frowned, turning to face him fully. “For what?”

“For earlier.” He didn’t hesitate. “For interrupting when Nejire asked if you and Hawks were together. I just.” He exhaled, looking down at his hands before meeting your eyes again. “I had no right to say anything. I don’t really know you, not outside of missions. I shouldn’t have acted like I did.”

You blinked. Of all the things Mirio Togata had to apologize for today, this was not what you expected.

“You really don’t have to apologize for that.”

He gave you a small, almost sheepish smile. “I do.” Then, quieter, “Because when I thought even for a second that you weren’t available, it made me sad.”

Your breath caught.

Mirio looked back at the horizon, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know it’s kind of silly. We’ve barely spent time together outside of work. But I like seeing you. You’re always so bright even when you’re not fighting. It’s not just about battle, or power, or anything like that. You just are.”

You swallowed. “That’s just the reflection from your own sunshine, Togata.”

He laughed at that, and the warmth of it settled deep in your chest. Then he tilted his head. “You know what else I like?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You’re unflashy in the media.”

You blinked. “…Wow. Thanks?”

Mirio went blank then immediately, shaking his head. “I mean—you don’t put on a show for anyone. You don’t chase the cameras, or try to be something you’re not. You just do the work. You help people. You’re genuine.” His voice was softer now. “You’re a good person.”

Something in your chest tightened, a slow warmth creeping in before you could shove it down. You had been called a lot of things in your career. Powerful. Smart. Even intimidating. But good? That was rarer.

For the first time in a long while, you didn’t know what to say. The silence stretched between you. Mirio, ever patient, just smiled, waiting. And you feeling an unfamiliar heat rise to your face did the only thing you could do.

You turned on your heel and walked away.

“Hey wait!” Mirio called, laughter in his voice.

But you didn’t look back. Because if you did, you weren’t sure you’d be able to leave at all.