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Wasn't sure if I was going to post any art for this fic given that the subject matter is extreme, however since it's not gooner shit... If you do decide to read this fic: PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD READ THE TAGS.

Dad for one crumbs in the last chapter

Unless this is yoichi than it’s Izuku’s true quirk coming in!!

imagine making baby izuku whump

he's waiting for his mom to pick him up from the park :)

Devourer

Devourer by TripleBerry (Rieka)

Izuku will be a hero, because there is no other option.

He will save everyone, because there is no other option.

And he will eat them whole, because there is no other option.

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“This interrogation is classified, only to be viewed by those with information clearance Class 11 or above. If you do not have the stated clearance, please do not continue to listen to this interrogation. Failure to comply with these restrictions will result in a fine of 66% of all assets, income, and accounts, as is stated in the Selective Information Act of 2151, section B, subsection iii. Criminal charges may also be pressed.”

The recorder sputtered, before beeping.

“Hello, my name is Tsukauchi Naomasa, detective of the Major Crimes Division of the Shizuoka Prefecture, serving at station 577 in Musutafu. My quirk is called Lie Detector, registration number 321459301. I will be explicitly stating whether a given response is a truth or a lie. Alright, All Might. Let’s begin. For the record, can you please state your name, age, quirk, and date of birth…”

The hand-held recorder popped and sputtered. A gloved hand slammed down near it, causing it to jump. It popped once more, before continuing to play.

“Toshinori Yagi, age fifty-two, quirkless, birthday, June 10th.”

“Thank you,” papers rustled loudly, and the voices after were muffled. The detective had placed a file over his recorder, “Now, will you please state your relation to the villain All for One?”

“He’s my son.”

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Also known as: Izuku was born to fight All for One.

they get along great

Reference to my fanfiction, The Hero's Complex!

upgrade pt.3

pro hero! midoriya izuku x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — most of izu's arm has been amputated, hurt comfort, swearing, 4k words

pt.1, pt.2, epilogue

It’s 3am and you jolt awake, realising that you had dozed off mid-construction.

It’s been three days since the fight where Izuku lost his arm, and you’ve barely slept since. You’ve been busy, juggling sourcing materials and building Izuku’s robotic arm with visiting him daily and remembering to eat and shower. You look like a little rat to be honest, hair in a low messy bun, welding mask tilted up so you can see. The huge gloves make it hard to meld all of the parts together, but you know that they’re for your own good.

It’s coming together well. You’re supposed to be putting on the last attachments right now instead of dozing off, so it will be ready for testing tomorrow. Luckily, Izuku’s wound hasn’t developed an infection yet and yesterday, you were able to meet with the orthopaedic surgeon who will be attaching Izuku’s replacement arm. You two discussed the design and attachment in detail. He was open-minded and asked you various questions about how the arm would work once attached. You felt grateful that Dr Kita had chosen such an enthusiastic surgeon for Izuku’s second surgery. You were confident that he’d be in good hands.

Looking over to your empty Shoto mug that Izuku scored you for your birthday earlier that year, you decided to take a little break to freshen up before continuing on with welding. You grabbed your mug and made your way to the kitchen, basking in the quietness of the night permeated by the sound of the kettle boiling. You made yourself another coffee and took it out to the balcony attached to your living room.

You loved sitting on the balcony. It always left you in awe, seeing the world below. Usually, Izuku would come out and sit with you in the morning.

You normally sat down in the plush chair to the right and journalled, coffee on the small table next to you, but tonight, you took your coffee leaning over the metal fence. You sighed in a mix of relief and exhaustion. You closed your eyes, feeling the crispy night breeze cascading across your warm skin. You stayed like that for a while until you felt those familiar jitters and headed back inside to continue your work.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

It was around 7am when you finished adding those last touches. You stared down at your work, proud and relieved. The first part was finished now. You had been working over a low table, cross-legged on the floor with a lamp overhead. Your feet had pins and needles and it was such a good yet painful experience to finally stand up. You went to shower and get ready, washing your hair and moisturising with your favourite lotion. You wrapped the arm in a thick cloth before stuffing it with care into the largest tote bag you own. The clothed hand was still visible, peaking out from the top of the bag, but it was good enough.

The trip to Central Hospital was uneventful. Or maybe, you were just too tired to notice anything that had happened. Your brain was working on autopilot, taking you up to level 5 and walking you to Izuku’s room, hand knocking on the door. You didn’t hear any response, so you gently opened the door and slipped into the room.

Ah, he was still asleep. Your sweet angel. Which was strange because Izuku was an early riser. Nevertheless, you came over to his side, placing your bag down on the table by his bedside and sitting on his bed. Your right hand stroked the side of his face, gently cupping his cheek. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead. He groaned groggily in response, rocking his head slightly.

You giggled, “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He groaned again, eyelids slowly fluttering open to reveal those beautiful green eyes that always take your breath away. A lazy smile spread across his face upon seeing you, and he turns his head to place a brief kiss on your palm.

He rasps into your skin, “Morning, honey.”

You chuckle lightly. Gosh your man is so handsome! What a heartthrob. You just love it when he just wakes up.

You move your palm away, now resting it on his thigh. “Did you sleep okay?” He rubs his face with the back of his remaining hand. He yawns and stretches a little, wincing in pain from his still open wound.

“I was up most of the night,” he breathes out. “Just thinking.” You stay quiet, looking at him tenderly, hoping he’ll continue. He knows that look well.

Sighing, he brushes it off, “Really, it’s nothing to worry about.”

You shake your head, scowling lightly, “Izu-chan. Don’t get like that with me. Tell me, what’s been on your mind?” He looks away from you momentarily, focusing on sitting up. You lean back over to help him up. Once he’s upright, you’re running your fingers through his unruly curls. You laugh at how messy they’ve gotten. His hair is always a struggle to tame in the morning. He moans softly at the feeling. You stop once satisfied with how they look. They’re still messy, but he looks a little more presentable now.

“Come onnnnnnn. Or fine, don’t tell me. That’s cool too.” You whine.

He chuckles, “Honey, I just don’t want to make you worry.” His self-sacrificial behaviour begins to get on your nerves.

Your brows furrow as you say, “It’s my job to worry. I’m your girlfriend after all. Whose going to take care of you if I don’t?”

He doesn’t like it when you look him that way, upset. He hates making you feel upset.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…um,” he starts. Your practically begging him with your eyes to just keep talking. It’s something you’ve been working on together for years, Izuku being more open about talking about how he feels with you. It’s not that he can’t, it’s just that he just doesn’t want to burden you, which is why he tries to keep the worst of his thoughts and emotions to himself. But, he knows how much it irritates you, so he usually ends up divulging it anyways.

“Is it about your arm?” You ask as your tilt your head to the side, nodding toward it. Apart from the cry you two had together that first night, Izuku’s been avoiding the topic of losing his arm like the plague. You’re pretty sure that’s what has been on his mind. I mean, what else could be keeping him up at night right now? And this assumption is confirmed when his eyes widen and mouth drops open slightly. He regains his composure quickly, laughing airily as he looks away from you and starts rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Maybe.”

You raise an eyebrow as you say, “Maybe?” Your stare is quite intense and he’s not too sure how long he can withstand it. Apparently, not very long as he gives up trying to hide this from you any longer.

“It’s just… hard.” You nod, squeeing his thigh gently above the blankets. “It’s like…” You can see that his eyes are already becoming glassy.

“A part of me is gone now. It doesn’t f-feel real. I-it—” He’s struggling to hold back the tears. You move so that you’re curled up into his right side. His right arm is around you, your knees on his lap, arms around his shoulders. He lays his head into the crook of your neck, sniffling. You can feel his tears drip onto you.

You two stay like that for a while as he cries and hiccups. You stroke the top and back of his head as he let’s it out. You hate knowing that he’s been crying all alone, thinking it was better to be by himself than with you. You’re about to start crying too, so you opt to rest your head on top of his, looking upwards every so often to blink those tears back.

Once, he’s calmed down and taken some deep breaths, he continues, “I-I don’t know if I’ll e-ever be me again. I-I k-know that I’ll have-have another arm b-but it’s not the-the same.”

You hum. “I-it’s like I’ve... l-like I’ve been r-robbed of a-a part of me. I'm-I’m n-not whole anymore.” You squeeze his shoulder. You know that right now isn’t the time to tell him how wonderful you think he is. He just needs the space to express his emotions and fears first. He continues to cry into your neck until the neckline to the shoulder of Izuku’s All Might shirt you threw on is drenched.

You start, “You know, maybe this isn’t such a bad thing—”

“Honey,” he interrupts you immediately, his voice stiff and cloudy. “What-What do you mean this isn’t ‘such a-a bad thing’.” His tone tells you everything you need to know.

You silently promise him you’re not being a dick and continue, you press on, “What if this is a neutral thing? Something that’s just happened. And you get to decide if it’s a bad thing or if it’s something challenging that you’ll overcome.” You continue running your fingers through his hairs, those green curls bouncing back every time.

“S-something I’ll over-overcome?”

You nod, giving the back of his neck a rub, “Yea, like how you’ve overcome the challenge of One For All and learnt how to master it.” He’s quiet for a few moments.

“But I haven’t. Y-you heard what Kacchan said. I-I shouldn’t of used One For All at 100%. I-I know I-I shouldn’t have but—”

“Forget about what Kacchan said. You did what you did because you wanted to save her, right?” Izuku nods slowly, head still resting on your shoulder. “That’s because you're a hero.” You plant a kiss on top of his head. “The best hero ever, okay? And you got hurt. It happens to all heroes. I mean, look at what’s happened to All Might after his years of being a hero. But he’s still strong, right? So you can be too.”

You two let things settle for a few more minutes. By now, Izuku’s stopped sobbing and sniffling altogether. His breathing is much calmer now. You let out a deep breath, “I’m gonna need to borrow your quirk to test your arm.” You point at your bag on the bedside table, Izuku following your fingers. He nods, lifting his head back up. His arm comes down to your waist, hand giving it a squeeze.

You see, the way this quirk stealing thing works depends on the intensity and emotions of the kiss (because you borrow quirks via kissing, remember?).

You say that you can ‘steal’ someone’s quirk for up to 24 hours but in reality, you don’t actually know how long you could have someone’s quirk for. It would be temporary of course, but 24 hours is the longest period yet that you’ve ‘stolen’ someone’s quirk.

Actually, you’ve never taken Izuku’s quirk before, so you were curious about if you could and how it would work with the wielders. Would you make contact with them? Could you even ‘steal’ Izuku’s quirk? You were going out on a bit of limb when you told Dr Kita that you could. I mean, you’ve never had any issues with other people’s quirks before. Would One For All be any different?

The time you’re able to borrow a quirk for depends on two factors: 1) how strong the quirk and/or quirk user is and 2) how intense and emotional the kiss is.

You rest your forehead on Izuku, activating your quirk, before he brings his lips up to yours. The kiss is soft at first. Either party uncertain of how deep things were going to go. But you throw caution to the wind and tilt your head more, pressing hard into Izuku’s lips. He meets your enthusiasm, teeth catching lightly on your bottom lip. You moan into it, fingers now tugging at his roots. Soon, tongues are entwining and tasting each other. Boy hasn’t brushed his teeth yet so it’s not exactly pleasant, but you push through. This has gotta give you at least 12 hours with his quirk, right?

A simple peck on the lips or kiss on the cheek could already grant you 3-5 hours depending on how strong the quirk and it’s user were, so this has gotta give you at least 10 hours due to how strong Izuku was and how deeply connected he was to his quirk.

At last, you two pull away, gasping for air. His hand now rests between your shoulder blades, his thumb gently caressing the space there. You feel that familiar, bubbling sensation all over your body, meaning that the transfer of his quirk was successful.

You smirk and give him a brief kiss on his forehead, “Thanks, broccoli boy.”

You get up, already missing the warmth of his body, and walk around to the other side of the bed. You’re about to grab your bag when suddenly, you realise—

“Izu-chan, you wanna see the arm I built you?” You’re already fishing it out of your tote, placing it on top and unwrapping it from the thick brown cloth protecting it. He hums in agreement.

The morning sunlight glints on the dark green metal. You pick it up with both hands and show it to him. It’s actually not that heavy, maybe two kilos, but you don’t want to drop it.

“Do you like it?” You look up and he’s wide eyed, staring at your creation in awe.

He stutters, “I, Honey, yea, I… Wow, you’re so incredible. It looks great!” He’s grinning and you feel so happy that he likes it.

You begin turning it over and explaining all the different parts and how the arm works, what it can do including normal arm stuff and other stuff. You’ve included a gun barrel, which has already been loaded with bullets, and a small canon that (hopefully) fires electrical bursts of energy generated by his quirk (which one idk man you pick, there’s too many), in the arm.

“You make a fist and tilt your arm right for the gun or left for the canon.” He nods.

Once you’ve explained everything that you can think of about the arm, you give him another small kiss before saying goodbye.

You took the elevator down to ground floor and after exiting the hospital, you began walking to the station. Now, you had to test the arm. You planned to go to one of the wooded areas on the very outskirts of Tokyo. You’ve never used One For All before so you had to figure it out before you began testing the arm. Damn! You should of asked him for some tips before you left.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

Izuku’s eyes widen and he jumps in his bed as the door bursts open, clipboard on the back rattling. A scowling Bakugou walks in, Shoto in tow stoic as usual. Broccoli boy immediately relaxes and a small smile comes to his face. Most days, Bakugou and Shoto stayed with Izuku during the day, after you had left. They usually sat down on or beside his bed, talking about anything and everything; the future, their All Might trading card collections, reminiscing about UA.

Today, Bakugou plopped down on Izuku’s bed, where you had been moments earlier while Shoto dragged a chair over and sat on broccoli boy’s other side. The conversation centred around starting an agency. Bakugou was sick of working under Best Jeanist. Meanwhile, Izuku was happy being part of an agency, but had been thinking about starting his own after his rise to the top. And Shoto had joined Endeavor’s agency after leaving UA and worked as a pro hero under him.

“When Endeavor retires, I’ll take over his agency.” Shoto’s voice was calm, but the boys knew how tense it was beneath that smooth surface

“Tch. Thought you didn’t like your old man,” Bakugou said as he folded his arms, a familiar furrow between his brows deepening as he stared icyhot down from across the bed.

Shoto shrugged, “I don’t have to like him to inherit his agency.”

Izuku pouted, “But Todoroki-kun, I thought you were working on it.” At this, Shoto shrugged again.

“OI!” The two boys looked back to the blond. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU INHERIT AN AGENCY, MINE’LL BE THE BEST ‘ERE!” Bakugou had that sharp, lopsided grin on his face as he glared at Shoto, challenging him.

Izuku chuckled, “I’m sure it will be.” He looked down, shaking his head while laughing lightly.

Bakugou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU DEKU, EH? DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE GIVIN’ UP ALREADY!” The fiery blond had locked onto a new target to express his aggressions. He was pointing at Izuku who just rubbed his neck sheepishly.

Izuku’s voice was quiet as he said, “Sorry, Kacch—”

“AH? I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”

Izuku continued looking down until he eventually chuckled. He met those fierce eyes with his own much puffier and gentler ones. He said, “You’re right, there is something wrong with me. But, I’m not giving up yet.”

“Tch. Whatever.” Bakugou looked away, rolling his eyes again.

It was quiet for a bit before Shoto broke the silence, “Should we get some lunch?”

At this, Bakugou grinned, “Oi, let’s get it from that café we took pipsqueak to.” He was already standing when Izuku tilted his head to side.

He asked, “Who’s pipsqueak?

Bakugou barked out his laughter. “YOUR GIRLFRIEND DUMMY.” Izuku’s mouth hung open slightly for a moment, confusion leaving his mind blank.

“Oh," he said.

Shoto got up from his chair and walked around to stand beside Bakugou. He kept his distance thankfully as Bakugou turned around, glaring at him.

“You, stay ‘ere. I’ll get us some coffee and sandwiches. You want iced coffee?” Shoto nodded. Bakugou left the two of them alone, walking out with his shoulders hunched as per usual. There weren’t any stupid pockets on the gown to stuff his sweaty palms into.

Shoto came to sit where Bakugou had been, on Izuku’s bedside. Izuku shifted slightly. “So,” he started nervous-curiously, “is that where they went after leaving my room? To the café?”

Shoto remained impassive, “I don’t know. I was already at the café when Bakugou and [y/n]-san walked in and joined me.” Izuku gave Shoto that look. That ‘tell me everything’ look.

Shoto shrugged, “She seemed stressed. She told me that I was her second favourite hero and Bakugou got annoyed. He bought her a coffee and a sandwich.”

Izuku nodded at this new information. You hadn’t mentioned to him that you went for coffee with Bakugou and Shoto. He assumed that this was because you were focused on constructing his cybernetic arm (which in part was true, but also because he’s already going through so much, you didn’t want to burden him or make him feel insecure about your relationship. He was the only one for you, after all.).

“She’s cute. Quite talkative. You two seem like a good match.”

At this, Izuku perked up, “You think?” Shoto nodded. Izuku brought his right hand back to his neck and began rubbing it again. It went quiet again.

“I think… I-I think I might propose at the end of the year. What do you think?”

Those heterochromatic eyes hid their surprise well. Izuku? Get married? Soon? He was the only one in a long-term relationship out of the dekusquad. It made sense for him to be thinking about marriage. Shoto could see what a catch you were. If you were his girlfriend, he’d be thinking about it too.

“I think you should do what’s right for you. She clearly loves you very much, and if you love her,” Shoto paused, trying to find the right words. “If it’s the right time, then you should propose.” The boys looked at each other for a few moments, a faint blush spreading across Izuku’s cheeks.

“Y-yea,” he stuttered, “I really do love her.” He was smiling foolishly. Shoto nodded.

The peace of this moment didn’t last long though, for Bakugou slammed the door open soon, arms full with a coffee cup tray and paper bags of deserts and sandwiches. The boys ate up, remarking that this café food was something else. The rest of the afternoon went by a smoothly as possible and soon, Izuku was left alone again, inevitably thinking of how much he loves and admires you.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

It was a bright, clear morning. Perfect for a somewhat experimental surgery.

You had delivered the tested and refined cybernetic arm to the orthopaedic surgeon’s office on the cusp of 8pm last night. You had spent the first half of the day communicating with the wielders of One For All and learning how to use it. Because of your quirk, your body was able to transform (if a heteromorph quirk has been ‘stolen’) and withstand intense quirks of all types, so you didn’t have any major issues using One For All at full capacity. Sure, it was very tiring (which you made up for with a good sleep last night. The first in four days.) but, Izuku was your partner and technically, your client. It was your duty to rigorously test the arm to ensure functionality, durability, and safety.

Izuku had been informed early that morning that the surgery was to be performed at 8am. And so had you over a phone call that had woke you up and had you tumbling out of bed to pick up.

“Hello,” you grumbled. A clear, deep voice spoke from the other end, “Miss [L/n]?”

“Dr Kita?” You’re stumbling to your feet now, using the bed to help you up.

You plonk down, listening to him continue, “I’ve just spoken to Mr Midoriya. His second surgery will be taking place at 8am. It’s expected to take around 60 minutes. Should I let reception know that you’ll be coming to wait in the recovery room?” You’re rubbing eyes with your free hand, trying to wipe and blink all those morning eye crusts away.

“Yea. Yea! I’ll be there soon. Thanks Doc!” He tells you it’s fine and hangs the line.

You fumbled around, showering absent-mindedly and throwing on whatever looked decent (which was another of Izuku’s All Might shirts and a pair of low-rise baggy jeans).

And now, you were waiting anxiously in front of the recovery room. You wondered where Bakugou and Shoto were. Maybe, they didn’t know. Probably. Or maybe, they had been released yesterday as they didn’t have any major injuries. You checked your phone every few minutes for the time as you paced up and down the corridor, like last time. It was just hitting 9am now.

Were they finished yet? Did the arm attach okay? Was something wrong with it? Did Izuku’s wound get infected? Were there any complications? You kept asking yourself these questions and more. Time seemed to slow and stutter as you waited to be called in. 9am turned into 9:15 turned into 9:30. You were getting worried now. Even more worried than before.

But you couldn’t bask in it for long as—

“Miss [l/n]?” A nurse was poking her head out from the recovery room doors. Different from the one that did the first time. You stopped in your tracks, running down the remaining length of the hallway to meet her.

“Mr Midoriya will see you now.” You nodded frantically. She opens the door, holding it for you as you push past her. See me now? What do you mean ‘see me know’? Had he been awake this whole time? If so then why— It didn’t matter. You shook your head, seeing those untamed green locks peaking out from behind Dr Kita’s slim frame. You let out a sigh of relief.

There was your hero. Safe, sound, and smiling. There was nothing more you could ever ask for.

upgrade pt.2

pro hero! midoriya izuku x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — most of izu's arm has been amputated, hurt comfort, swearing, 6.7k words

pt.1, pt.3, epilogue

feat. todoroki shoto + bakugou katsuki

It’s 8am and you’re in the elevator riding up to level 3. You’ve taken the next week off to see your pookie. And you’re anxious to see him, but not yet. There’s someone you need to speak to first. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. You walk down the white linoleum corridor, eyes peeled for that tall, lanky doctor. There! He has his back to you, speaking with a nurse outside of the recovery room.

You come up behind him, keeping a respectful distance of course, and wait patiently. The nurse acknowledges you with a nod. Once she leaves, Dr Kita turns around and gives you a lazy smile.

“What can I do for you, Miss [l/n]?” You notice how dark his under-eyes are and wonder if he’s been here all night. Wouldn’t be much different to you, for you’ve been up the whole night drawing up plans that you’re about the show him, if he gives you the time of day.

“I’ve been thinking about Midoriya’s surgery and I wanted to know what kind of prosthetic you were going to give him.”

He raises a thick, black eyebrow, “I don’t choose, Miss [l/n]. Mr Midoriya will choose his prosthetic from a list of accredited providers.” You gulp. Okay, not exactly where you were hoping this conversation would head. Your palms begin to get sweaty. You open and close them, hoping to loosen up some of your nerves over what you’re going to ask.

“Miss [l/n].” Your heart pounds. You can hear it thumping. The blood rushing. “Mhmm.”

“I’m rather busy, so please, just ask me what you want to ask.” He stares at you shrewdly over the rim of his metal frames.

“Okay, so, I’m a biomedical engineer and I was thinking that because Izuku’s amputation was open, then I could build him a cybernetic arm and we could attach it surgically.”

He sighs, “Miss [l/n].”

Fuck. He thinks this is really weird, doesn’t he? “Cybernetic arms work by—”

“I know how cybernetic arms work.” His mouth is pressed into a hard line as he stares you down.

“Izuku is Japan’s Number One hero. Give this man a regular bionic arm and he could never be that again. Look at all the heroes that lost their limbs in the Final War. Replace what’s missing of his left arm with a cybernetic arm and he could continue his hero work. Maybe not as number one anymore, but he could still make a difference in society as a hero.”

Dr Kita just looks at you and you stare right back. This isn’t the first time a man has looked down on you and your ideas as an engineer because you’re a woman. You know that you just have to stick it out. Be confident in your argument, your design, and keep pushing until he relents and takes you seriously.

Just when it looks like he’s about to tell you to get lost, he surprises you with, “Can you build a robot?”

He doesn’t mean it sarcastically. He means it genuinely. Fair question. Most of your colleagues can’t. “Of course I can build a robot. I did mechanical before specialising in biomed.”

“Have you ever built a prosthetic arm before?” He’s got a half-smile on his face, perfect teeth barely visible.

You have to look away momentarily from that intense gaze, “I’ve built a robotic arm before. I built Izu’s current hero suit. And, I know how One For All works. How hard can it be?”

Dr Kita sighs again and looks down at his clip board. It’s quiet for a few moments before he speaks again, “I assume you’ve got the designs.” You automatically reach for your bag on your shoulder, pulling it down and grabbing out your folded and coffee-stained designs. You begin opening them up to show him when he places his slender finger on the folded edge.

“I finish in thirty. You’ll be in Mr Midoriya’s room, I assume. I’ll come over and you can show me then.” You nod in response and smile.

“Thanks, doctor.”

You bow and turn to leave, but he adds, “Run it by him first, yea?” You hum in agreement before returning to the elevator and taking it up to level 5, where Izuku’s been moved to for his stay at the hospital.

You knock on his door (as they’ve given him a room to himself) and let yourself in once you hear his permission. He’s sitting upright, stocking and drainage tubes on his left, cannula on his right. The sunlight kisses his pale skin, illuminating his freckles and bringing out those flecks in his dark green hair and eyes. He smiles once he sees you, inviting you to come over to him. You pull out the bento box you made for him this morning, setting it on the table next to his bed before you grab a chair and sit at his side.

“I missed you. How have you been holding up?” You place your hand just above his knee that’s covered by the thin blankets. He gives you a small smile. You can see how the skin around his eyes are puffy and red. Not well, you take it. “I brought you some of the curry I made. Do you want some?” He hums softly.

You grab the travel case from your bag, whipping out a pair of wooden chopsticks and a rice spoon. You place the bento on your lap. It’s still warm from the fresh rice you placed in it before leaving for the station. You open the lid, slipping it beneath the box. “Mhmm, it smells good, honey.”

“I got you some curry,” you say, pointing to the little compartment with the curry, “some rice, pickled onions, strawberries, and some hard-boiled eggs.” You grab one of the egg-halves with the chopsticks and bring it to Izuku’s mouth.

“Honey, I can feed myself,” he says quietly.

“Shhhh, here comes the aeroplane.” You begin winding and swerving the egg through air. Izuku chuckles and lets you feed it to him. He smiles warmly as he chews on the egg.

“Mhmm yummy. You want another one?” You’re already grabbing another egg. He stares lovingly at you and let’s you feed him this one too. Actually, you end up feeding him the curry and rice too as you don’t want them to get cold before he’s tried any.

You place the bento back on the table and look down. Sensing your sudden nervousness, Izuku rests his right hand on top of yours, on his thigh. It’s scarred from years of pro hero training and work, warm, and large, enveloping your own baby hands. He smiles gently at you, silently urging you to tell him what’s on your mind.

You let out a shaky breath. “Izu-chan…” He gazes back at you with those puppy eyes, humming at the sound of his name from your lips.

You look down, focusing on the back of his hand. “I want to replace most of your left arm with a cybernetic one.”

You trace the scars on his hand. The peaks soft beneath your fingertips. You can feel hardness of the tendons just beneath the delicate skin. “So, I’ll be like… part robot?”

You look back up, seeing the confused look on his face, “Um, yea, pretty much. I’ve already spoken to Dr Kita about it. He’ll be coming in shortly and we’ll go through the designs I’ve drawn.”

“You already drew designs. Don’t those take hours hours, love? Don’t tell me you stayed up all night.” You bite the side of your lip before laughing a bit, more to yourself.

“I thought you could tell now when I’ve pulled an all-nighter, pookie.”

Izu moves what’s left of his left arm, groaning in pain once again. You’re immediately on alert, leaning over him. “You okay?”

“Yea, I just keep forgetting… about that.” You sit back down, grabbing his right hand with both of yours. You smile at him reassuringly, seeing that sheepish look on his face. A comfortable silence hangs in the air for the next couple of minutes. You both thinking over what’s just been said.

You start to think that he doesn’t like your idea when he pipes up, “Okay, I trust you, honey.”

You’re literally gob-smacked, jaw open wide, eyes even wider. “What? You mean,” you fumble your next words as you stare at him, dumbfounded. “You mean, you’ll actually let me build you an arm? And like, attach it you? Like, ‘you can’t easily get rid of it’ attach it to you? Seriously?”

He chuckles at your rambling. “Of course I will. You know a lot more about this kinda thing than I do, sweetheart. If you think it’s for the best, then I trust you. But…”

You’re on the edge of your seat, anxious for that objection. “But?”

“I’ll be able to be hero again, right? With a robotic arm, I mean.” He looks at you curiously, hand squeezing yours again.

You sigh, “Izu-chan, you are a hero. Even with a robotic arm, you’ll still be a hero.” He nods, hand leaving yours to rub the back of his neck. “Thanks hon—” You’ve already leaned over him again, and this time, you cut him off mid-sentence with a brief kiss.

Well, it was supposed to be, but it became much deeper once he cups your right cheek, angling your head just right for him to slide his tongue over your bottom lip. You moan into him, granting him access. Your hands come to the nape of his neck, fingers tugging at the stray curls. Tongues swirl in a flurry of longing and ecstasy. How long had it been since you two kissed? Like, kissed.

You’re already straddling him. Saliva beginning to drip down from the corners of your mouth. Izuku groans as you tug harder at his curls, his large hand slipping to hold the back of your neck, beneath the curtain of loose [h/c] locks.

The sound of throat-clearing catches your attention. You’re pulling away from each other instinctually. The culprit stands at the door, long fingers still wrapped around the door knob.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

You quickly get off of Izuku, sitting back in your chair at his bedside. You fiddle with your hair and wipe the saliva from your lips. Dr Kita sets a second chair next to yours. You shuffle so that you can easily look at him and Izuku.

You notice Izuku’s cheeks have gone red, as well as the tops of his ears and his chest. You giggle, realising how embarrassed he must be. You’re pretty embarrassed too, but it’s to be expected. You’re both pretty touch starved after being separated for a month.

“So, where are these designs you wanted to show me?” Dr Kita begins, seated, calm and poised as ever. You grab your bag which lies against the hospital bed, pulling out your designs and laying them on top of Izuku’s legs.

You begin explaining them to Dr Kita, not holding back as you get into the nitty gritty of what materials you’re intending to use, estimated costs, mechanics, electrode implantation, as well as having transformative features if you’ve got time like a cannon or rifle. You pause a few times to look back at Izuku. His blush goes down fairly quickly and, he just nods as you speak. He’s probably got no clue what you’re on about.

“And how are you going to test this arm?” Dr Kita asks. You look at Izuku, the same train of thought passing through you. He nods gently, urging you to continue on.

You take a deep breath in, “You do know about my quirk, don’t you?”

And now it’s your turn to raise your eyebrow at Dr Kita. He just stares back at you, seeming mildly perplexed. “Am I supposed to?”

You chuckle, “You seriously don’t know? The media couldn’t shut up about it when they found out.” You look back at Izuku and he’s just staring at you with that content expression on his face again. You turn back to the tired doctor beside you.

“My quirk is called ‘quirk stealer’ but it’s more like ‘quirk borrower’. But that doesn’t sound very cool, does it? My quirk allows me to ‘steal’ the quirk of others for up to 24 hours at a time by kissing them. I intend to steal Izuku’s quirk, One For All, for a day so I can test how the arm holds up against his quirk and make any necessary adjustments.”

Dr Kita just stares at you disbelief. His mouth hangs slightly open, browheads sloping upwards. It takes him a few moments before he chuckles. He shakes his head as he does so, sunlight catching on loose black strands slipping from his low bun.

“Of course you do.” He re-adjusts, crossing one slim leg over the other. “Fine. Your design sounds good. Plan is thorough enough. Your only issue is that we can only keep his wound—” His boney finger points to what’s left of Izuku’s left arm, “open for a week, maximum. You’ll be, well not you, Mr Midoriya will be very lucky if his wound hasn’t become infected by the time you’ve finished construction and final testing of the arm.”

Your brows furrow at this. It was something you’ve considered but had avoided thinking about. You lean forwards slightly towards Dr Kita, saying in a low voice, “Realistically, how long do you think I have before infection sets in?”

“It all depends really.” Dr Kita pushes his glasses up, from resting on the bump of his nose to the space just before that. He looks over at Izuku, studying him carefully. “Some patients’ wounds become infected within hours. For others, it takes days.” His gaze flickers back over to you. “You’ll want to get him back in theatre and attach the arm as soon as possible.”

You nod. “Umm,” Izuku starts, his voice is quiet and hesitant, “just to clarify, honey, you’re not attaching it, are you?”

You tilt your head to the side, pouting, you say in a serious and saddened tone, “I thought you trusted me.” Your boyfriend shakes his head as he says, “I do—”

“I’m kidding. Of course I’m not?” That wasn’t supposed to be a question, but it turns into one as you look back to Dr Kita and he nods.

“You think I’d just let you operate without any qualifications or training? I hope you know what you’ll find beneath that dressing.” You laughing nervously, unable to tell if Dr Kita is joking or if he’ll actually make you operate on Izuku.

“Of course I do.”

Dr Kita agrees to speak to one of the orthopaedic surgeons to arrange Izuku’s prosthetic attachment, clearing up that you in fact WILL NOT be performing surgery on your boyfriend (as you shouldn’t be). You both thank him profusely and soon, it’s just the two of you again.

You two settle into a comfortable conversation, talking about everything that’s happened over the past month. You find out that it wasn’t until last week that Shoto and Ingenium had been brought onto the mission because of how close they were getting to the organisation orchestrating the sale of young women for quirk breeding.

“I still can’t believe that that still exists in this day and age.” You’re utterly discussed by this and it’s apparent in your voice. Izuku nods in agreement.

He continues on, telling you how he’s been rooming with Dynamight in this abandoned apartment overlooking a series of night clubs since the mission started. It’s been filled with lots of teasing and arguing. Getting older, going off on their own, Midoriya and Bakugou’s relationship isn’t as… explosive (like what I did there?) as it was at UA. Being high-ranking pro heroes now, the competition between them is friendlier. Not friendly. But, friendlier. There was a healthy rivalry between them now.

“If I’m being honest though,” Izuku lowered his voice to a whisper as he leaned closer to you, “I’m glad that it’ll be back to the two of us from now on.”

“WHAT WAS THAT DIPSHIT?!”

You turn in shock as Dynamight bursts into the room, door slamming into the wall, hinges shaking. He’s in a hospital gown, bandaged arms peaking out.

“Kacchan!” Izuku says, surprised by his visit. You were surprised that Dynamight could still hear Izuku despite how loud his explosions are. You thought he would have hearing aids by now. Or does he? Fuck, his spiky ass hair is in the way so you can’t see clearly.

“The fuck happened to you?” Bakugou questions, stopping right next to you and pointing at where Izuku’s left arm should have been.

Okay, you’re not having that. “Hey!” You stand up, puffing up your chest and getting in the ash blond’s face. Not that you can cause he literally towers over you, but you get an A for effort girlie. “None of this would of happened if you weren’t such a hothead!”

Fun fact, you’ve actually met Bakugou. You met him last year at the annual pro hero conference afterparty. It was brief, but you already knew from Izuku’s stories that this man was quite… rough. Your meeting then only confirmed such beliefs when he was shouting at Izuku for having a girlfriend and not bringing her around to meet his friends sooner.

“OI, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO, PIPSQUEAK?!” He yells in back in your face. His breath is hot as it hits your face.

“YOU FUCKFACE! You’re the reason my boyfriend lost his arm.” Your fingertips jab his chest. Holy fuck he’s hard. This man is built like a fridge.

“Tch. YOUR BOYFRIEND IS THE REASON HE LOST HIS ARM! IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE CAN’T EVEN CONTROL HIS QUIRK.” Bakugou’s hands grab your upper shoulders, gripping them tight. They’re sweaty and stick to your baggy graphic tee.

“HEY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME before you start going off.” Your fingers grasp his wrists. They’re hotter than you’ve ever felt before. You can feel his pulse beating.

“Kacchan, that’s enough,” Izuku says like a primary school teacher scolding a child.

“I’LL DECIDE WHEN IT’S ENOUGH!” Bakugou’s fingers squeeze into the flesh of your biceps. You yelp reflexively.

“Kacchan!”

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT.” He releases you from his grasp. Now leaning close to you, almost touching, to point at Izuku.

But before he can get a word out, Izuku tells him off, “Can you at least apologise for hurting my girlfriend?”

“FINE.” Bakugou looks down you, not moving an inch. “I’m sorry, okay?” You just nod, leaning slightly backwards to keep you two from touching. This man really has no hold on personal space, does he?

Bakugou energetically points at Izuku, yelling “LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE DEKU! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BE A HERO NOW?! Tch. And I thought you were my equal. I WOULD NEVER GO N’ GET MY ARM CUT OFF LIKE THAT!”

You end sitting back down once Bakugou leaned even further in. This isn’t really any better though. His hips are very close to your face so, you’ve settled for just turning away from him to look at Izuku. And broccoli boy just takes it. He doesn’t try to stop Bakugou from having his little tantrum. It’s probably better this way anyways. Bakugou can just get it off his chest and be done with it.

I guess he made a good choice for his hero name though, ‘Dynamight’, cause this guy really explodes. Sorry. That could of been sexual if I made it sexual. I meant his anger. Anyways…

After a while, Bakugou just stops hurling insult after insult. He finally huffs and sits down on Izuku’s bed.

“You’re such a dumbfuck, you know that?”

Izuku chuckles, “Yes, I know.”

“WHOSE GONNA BE MY COMPETITION NOW, HUH? WHAT? WHAT ICYHOT? IS THAT BASTARD REALLY GONNA BE MY RIVAL NOW?” Don’t tell me he’s gonna go at it again, you think. He really is just angry, like, limitlessly angry, isn’t he?

“Kacchan, you should keep your voice down. Shoto might—”

“YOU THINK I GIVE A FUCK IF THAT HALF N’ HALF BRAT HEARS ME—”

“I care, Kacchan,” Izuku sighs. He looks tired. Really tired.

You gently touch Bakugou on the arm. He looks at you with hostility as if you’ve just committed an offence.

“Bakugou, Izuku’s exhausted after everything that’s happened last night. Why don’t we give him some space so he can rest?”

The blond scoffs and shrugs you off, “Tch. As if. YOU.” He points at Izuku again as he stands up. “YOU BETTER FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT. I’M NOT LOSING MY NUMBER ONE RIVAL SO YOU BETTER GROW ANOTHER ARM OR SOMETHIN’!” He grabs you by the elbow, dragging you out of the room. You wave back at Izuku before sticking your thumb up and smiling, letting him know that it’s going to be okay and he can just rest. Izuku nods at this.

Bakugou doesn’t just take you out of the room, but continues to ‘guide’ you by the elbow, taking you down the hallway with him. You turn a corner and a café comes into view.

“Um, Bakugou, where are we going?”

“Tch. Are you actually that dumb?” He drags you into the café and you just let him. You considered fighting back, at least just for your elbow, but it didn’t seem very promising given the ripples of muscles that are exaggerated by the bandages around his arms. He’s leading you to a table at the back where you see a head of half red and half white hair. OMG! IS THAT SHOTO?!

Of course, you were Izuku’s number one fan, but before meeting Izuku, you were actually a huge Shoto fan. Not that you didn’t like Izuku, but the half and half boy had caught your attention. You didn’t have a shrine dedicated to Shoto like Izuku has to All Might, but you would always stay up-to-date with his interviews, any new missions he’s on or news buzz he was involved in. He was quite popular back in your home country so it wasn’t too hard to find translations of media he was in. Actually, watching his interviews in Japanese had been revolutionary when you first started learning the language.

And now, you were about to meet him.

“Wait!!”You stopped suddenly, a few steps from the table, causing Bakugou to stumble-stop with you.

“WHAT?!” He turned back to you, frowning hard. He’s gonna get some seriously deep wrinkles if he keeps making such expressions, you think.

You say, “I’m nervous, okay? Are we really going to go sit with Shoto?”

He barked out a laugh. “OF COURSE NOT. WOW, YOU REALLY ARE DUMB. I don’t know how Deku puts up with you.”

“Hey! That’s just mean,” you pout at him.

He scoffs, “I’M ‘JUST MEAN’! GET OVER IT!” Bakugou’s face lowers down to yours just to yell at it. People were starting to stare. You could feel your cheeks beginning to flare up.

“Bakugou,” you say as you put your hand on the arm that was still holding onto your elbow. This draws another look of absolute offence and disgust from the blond. “People are staring.”

“Tch. OF COURSE THEY ARE. I’M DYNAMIGHT.”

“Uh, I don’t think that’s why—” He continues on, dragging you over to the table Shoto’s seated at. He shifts to make room on booth seat, seeing you two coming over. Bakugou throws you down onto the booth side of the table. You fall onto Shoto clumsily, repeating how sorry you are as you push up from him.

He grasps your forearms, helping you sit upright, muttering, “It’s fine.”

Your [e/c] eyes meet his heterochromatic ones and for a moment, you forget to breathe. Wow… he’s so pretty. Those long lashes, clear skin, full lips. Even his scar is perfect. You notice the bandages wrapped around his head like a zumba headband. They loop through his dual-coloured locks. They look so soft from this angle. You giggle nervously once he draws his hands — one hot, the other icy — back to himself.

Your admiration of the hero is interrupted by the ear-scrapping sound of Bakugou pulling out the chair opposite and sitting in it unceremoniously. None of you speak for the next few minutes, and you notice that in this time, most of the onlookers return to what they’re doing.

“So…” You start, tapping your fingers on your clothed thighs.

“Deku told me you were ‘n engineer or somethin’. You’re gonna fix his arm, right?” Bakugou’s red eyes pierce through you with their intensity.

“What’s wrong with Izuku’s arm?” Shoto’s voice is so smooth. Honestly. It’s even nicer than in all of the interviews you’ve seen. You stutter on your inhale, hearing him speak. It’s low and fairly quiet, but confident at the same time.

“Tch. That bastard—”

“Oi,” you cut in, “that ‘bastard’ is my boyfriend. You better con—”

“Deku,” Bakugou glares at you, “got his arm ripped off.”

You sigh, turning slightly to Shoto. Oh my gosh! You’re heartbeat is pumping like you run up a flight of stairs. Are you about to talk to your favourite hero? Ahem, your second favourite hero.

You defend your boyfriend with, “Izu-chan didn’t ‘get his arm ripped off’. The surgeon amputated most of it as the damage was beyond his healing capabilities.”

“Oh.” Shoto looked down momentarily.

“Tch. What a baby. IF THAT WAS ME—”

“I KNOW BAKUGOU! Oh my god I know, we all know. You’re the fucking best hero ever. You would never let anything stop you or hurt you or whatever. We know, okay? Can you please give it a rest?” Your brows are knit together as you glare at him. He glares back.

“Tch.” Bakugou leaned back in his seat, looking off to the side now, face in a scowl.

The table fell into silence again. You didn’t mean to go off at him, and now you must look really bad in front of Shoto. Fuck. You only had one chance and you blew it. You probably can’t even ask for his autograph anymore. Jeez, this is embarrassing. But you were feeling really stressed out by Bakugou and his attitude toward this whole thing. You’re pretty sure that if Izuku were here, that he would tell you that this is just how Bakugou is dealing with his emotions. But seriously like, does he ever shut the fu—

“You didn’t answer my question. Are you gonna fix ‘is arm or not?” Bakugou addresses you with less aggression this time. At least he’s trying. That’s really nice of him.

“Y-yea,” you mutter, looking down at your hands. It takes a few moments for you gather up some confidence, but when you do, you look back up at him, meeting his fiery gaze. “I’m going to build him a cybernetic arm which we’re going to surgically attach to his wound.”

“The fuck is ‘cyber… cyb… cyb’ fuck I DON’T KNOW. WHAT IS IT?”

“Cybernetic?” You raise your eyebrow at him, smirking slightly. “Yea, hurry up n’ spit it out already.” He’s glaring you down softly this time.

“Cybernetic is the same as bionic or prosthetic. Basically, I’m going to build him a robotic arm and replace what’s missing of his left arm with it.”

“So,” Shoto says, “Midoriya-kun will be part robot?”

You notice how perfect his posture is, how stoic the expression is on his face. Amazing… You nod, “That’s the plan. We don’t have much time, so I need to build and test it as soon as possible.”

“Then get the fuck out ‘ere. Seriously,” he’s leaning over the table now, “go build that shit.”

“Baku—”

“YOU HEARD ME! I’M NOT HAVING THIS—” Bakugou points vigorously to Shoto, “AS MY SOLE COMPETITION. YOU BETTER FIX HIM! ROBOT, NOT ROBOT, I DON’T CARE.” He’s standing at this point, palms on the table, leaning over mockingly to Shoto. “YOU AIN’T SHIT COMPARED TO ME ICYHOT!” Shoto turns to you, unfazed by Bakugou’s outburst.

“Please excuse Bakugou’s behaviour. He’s upset over Midoriya-kun’s inju—”

“I’M NOT UPSET! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!” Bakugou’s hands begin to spark on the table, leaving scorch marks in their midst. He quickly wipes his palms on his hospital gown, muttering about how he’s going to have to pay for that.

You sigh, his words resonating with you. “You’re right. I need to get back to my place and start now. Thanks Bakugou.”

You stand up, ready to leave when Shoto catches you off guard. “We should at least get you a coffee then. I assume you’ll have a long night ahead of you?”

Oh my gosh! Is THE pro hero ‘Shoto’ offering to buy me, ME, a coffee? Oh my gosh! Yes! Yes sir!

You laugh nervously, trying to play it cool but you obviously fail, “O-oh, um, yea, okay, yea, that sounds good. Yea…” You meet his gaze. It’s soft. You might actually pass out from how excited you are right now.

“Tch. FINE. I’m not paying though.” Bakugou crosses his arms, shifting his weight onto one leg. Shoto dismisses the blond’s lack of enthusiasm with a wave of his hand.

“I’ll pay.”

“Really?! Like, you-you’ll actually pay for my coffee?!” Fuck. That sounded so fangirl-y didn’t it? Shit. He’s gonna know.

“Of course," Shoto replies. He places his credit card on the circular table. Where did he get that from? “What would you like?”

You think for a moment. Maybe he brought his wallet. That makes sense. From what you’ve seen of Bakugou’s behaviour, he didn’t seem to be the type to pay for the date. Not this was a date. Concerning the coffee, you usually get a double shot oat milk cappuccino but you know that the answer that won’t make you seem like even more of a weirdo is probably an iced coffee.

“Um, I haven’t seen the menu.” A safe choice.

Shoto chuckles at this, shaking his head slightly. “Of course, sorry.” He rises from his spot on the booth and you notice that SOMEHOW he’s even taller than Bakugou. Oh… so is this why Bakugou’s so mad? Height is pretty sensitive subject for men, right? He’s also in a hospital gown with a few bandages wrapped around his arms at different sites. He motions for you to start walking and so you do. He follows you as you walk over to the counter.

You notice that they have oat milk and cappuccinos on the menu. What you don’t notice is that Bakugou ended up following you two over to the counter and was standing just behind you, off to your side, watching you intensely. His sudden “tch” alerts you to his presence.

“One large cappuccino with oat milk. And one egg salad sandwich. And a three of the ichigo daifuku. You want anythin’ else?” Bakugou looks down at you.

You lean up, whispering close to his ear, “Can you make it a double shot?”

“Make that a double shot for the cap. OI! ICYHOT, what do you want?”

Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes widen for a moment before he chuckles softly. “I’ll have an iced coffee. Medium please.” He looks back at the explosive blond who clicks his tongue.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, telling the server, “Two iced coffees. Both Medium.”

Bakugou ends up paying for your order and shooing you and Shoto back to your seats while he waits for it to be ready. You laugh and Shoto smiles lightly, seeing your good mood.

“What is it?” He asks, looking at you curiously.

You giggle, “He’s such a softie, huh?” You playfully elbow Shoto’s side. His brows furrow slightly, revealing his confusion.

“Bakugou?” He questions. You nod in agreement, still smiling stupidly.

“He’s all—” you puff up your chest and curl your arms like a tough guy, “rawr I’m Dynamight I’m so tough when really, he’s quite caring, isn’t he?”

Shoto nods slowly, “Sometimes.”

You two stay quiet for a minute or two before Shoto says, “Midoriya-kun talks a lot about you.” You look back at him like he just grew a second head.

“Really?” I mean, it made sense. You two had been together for about three years now.

Shoto nods, “He could talk about you for hours. He could barely contain himself during the mission.”

You giggle, “You make it sound like he loves me as much as All Might.” At this, Shoto gives you a small smile.

“Maybe he does.”

“Ahh don’t start putting ideas in my head or I won’t be able to concentrate.” You dramatically place the back of your hand on your forehead, sighing in feigned distress.

“My apologies…” He regains this neutral-curious look on his face. “I hope you don’t mind but, he told me that you were a big fan of mine.”

Oh fuck. Okay, it’s not funny anymore. “He what?” You stare wide-eyed at Shoto. He meets your gaze with a slight smirk. “You knew? Like, this entire time, you knew?” He offers you another nod. You let out a sigh, seeing Bakugou returning with your coffee and food. “That’s so embarrassing,” you groan.

“Why?” Shoto tilts his head at this.

You whine, “Because, I’ve made a fool of myself in front of you. Did he tell you that I’ve seen ALL of your interviews? Like, every single one? Even when you were still at UA?”

Bakugou places the coffee tray on the table before setting the sandwich and daifuku in front of you. He distributes drinks. You have to admit, yours looks so good! The foam is so fluffy, just the way you like it.

“Thank you, Bakugouuuuuu.” You draw out the last syllable of his name. You take a sip, moaning softly at how yummy your coffee tasted. The two heroes just stare at you. One slightly embarrassed and the other pleased.

“Yea, I know right. The barista here makes a mean as fuck coffee,” Bakugou says through his smirk.

“Mhmm, this is so good! They don’t disappoint.” Bakugou watches you as he sips on his own coffee, a shit eating grin on his face. Provider Bakugou unlocked?

You look down at the food in front of you, tearing the paper bag that the daifuku came in into three pieces. As you put one of the snacks on each piece, you say, “Yea, I’m like seriously a huge fan. I have a lot of your merch too. BUT, my number one hero is Izuku. You’re my number two hero.” You wink at Shoto as you slide the daifuku over to him.

Bakugou chokes on his sip. He starts coughing furiously. On instinct, you stand up and are about to go to his side and pat his back when he holds up his hand.

“I cough I-I’m cough fine cough.” You sit back down, watching him ride out the wave that is his coughing fit. Seeing him coming to the end of it.

You ask, “You okay?”

“LOOK AT ME! OF COURSE I’M FINE.” Shoto laughs, watching Bakugou trying to shake off the blush of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks.

“Are you surprised that I’m her second favourite and your not?” Shoto says in his usual monotone. Was Shoto provoking Bakugou? You never thought the day would come when you would see this holy sight.

“OI! DON’T START SOME SHIT YOU CAN’T FINISH YOU HALF AND HALF BASTARD!!” You start laughing hard as you slide Bakugou’s daifuku over to him. “OI! WHAT’S SO FUNNY?” You start laughing even harder, leaning back in your seat, arms wrapping around your belly.

“Y-you are,” you laugh out. Your tummy begins to hurt, tears of joy gathering in your eyes. You watch through glassy eyes as Bakugou shoves the dessert whole in his mouth angrily.

“Oi. Shut it.” But it sounds more like “Shuf ip” as he speaks while chewing.

You salute, giggling, “Yes sir.” At this, Bakugou rolls his eyes.

You have a moment of clarity. Or delusion, you decide. Actually, he’s quite handsome too. You couldn’t really see it before because of his rather… energetic personality. But, there’s something quite attractive about the sharpness of his features. You can see why so many of your friends like him so much.

“I’M WAY BETTER THAN THIS FUCKWIT—”

“Hey! there could be kids around—”

“I should be your second favourite instead.” Bakugou crosses his arms again, with one large hand enveloping at least half of his drink.

You shake your head, giggling again, “Oh yea.” You meet his gaze. “Prove it.”

Shoto looks with wide eyes between you two.

“PROVE WHAT?” Bakugou’s leaning forward and so do you.

“Prove that you’re a way better hero than Shoto.” He barks out his laughter once again in your face, it’s sharp and short.

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY TRACK RECORD? Tch. AS IF I HAVE TO PROVE ANYTHING TO YOU, PIPSQUEAK.” He rolls his eyes, leaning back and sipping his coffee down inhumanly fast.

“You right? You’ll get a tummy ache if you drink it that fast," you say. You look down at his quickly emptying drink before looking back up into his red eyes. He stops sipping, only ice left.

“SHUT UP.”

You decide now that you’ll stop riling him up. Dynamight is a pretty cool hero. And to be honest, you do wear his merch because Izuku owns a significant amount of it. Being a pro hero, Izuku usually got discounts or free merch from other heroes. Being his girlfriend, he usually got you any merch you wanted. You feel kinda bad for pissing Bakugou off after he’s been so nice to you. Well, as nice as Bakugou gets for a someone he’s just met (the first time doesn’t really count as it was so brief).

“I’m sorry for suggesting that you’re not a cool hero, Dynamight. You are a cool hero and I’ll tell Izuku how nice you’ve been to me,” You say with a grin. But this seems to have the opposite intended effect of soothing the tension.

“SHUT UP YOU DUMMY!” He looks away from you, getting up abruptly to throw his cup in the bin. He takes the torn pieces of the paper bag with him as you pop the daifuku into your mouth. Mhmmm, it’s so yummy too! The fresh strawberry is so sweet!

“He’s flattered,” Shoto chimes in.

You look at him confused and ask, “Are you sure?”

He nods before asking, “Do you really own my merch? That must make Midoriya-kun uncomfortable.”

“Hmm,” you think about it for a few seconds, hearing Bakugou scrape his chair against the floor again. “Not really, I mean, have you seen how much All Might merch he owns?” You raise your brows in exaggeration.

Giggling, you add, “I should be uncomfortable.” Shoto just looks at you, wating for you to continue while Bakugou begins picking at the chips of the table.

“We actually talked about it when we started dating. Izu-chan knows that I’m your fan. I’m not like in love with you or something, you know? I like what you stand for, I think you’re pretty attractive, and I admire how hard you work in your career. I do wear your merch a lot though. That makes Izu-chan jealous sometimes.” You ramble on mindlessly.

Shoto looks down, “O-oh.”

It’s true. You couldn’t fathom the idea of being in love with a man you’ve never met, like you know some girls are with the respective objects of their affection. I say object because what they’re in love with is a commodity, an image, not a person. That would be super awkward if you were infatuated with Shoto. Especially since Izuku and Shoto work together sometimes.

“Stop talking and eat your sandwich.” Bakugou points to the untouched egg salad sandwich on the table. He’s right, if you’re gonna be up all night building a cybernetic arm, you had better eat up.

“Thanks Bakugou!” You squeal. He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t thank me, just hurry up and eat before I make you.” His voice was gruff as he stared hard at you. You giggle one last time before unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite.

This place has seriously good food.

⋆˙⟡ Nightmares. Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader ⟡⋆˙

Warnings; spoilers, smoking mentions, swearing, death.

Masterlist.

Enjoy ✮˚.⋆

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“Sensei!”

“Deku!!”

“Help!!”

“Help us! Please!!”

“Deku! Deku sensei! Help!”

“Deku!!”

!

Izuku bolted up right in bed, panting heavily, his stomach churning. His heart was pounding in his chest like a drum.

He was shaking, his hands trembling as he looked down at the scars wrapped around his fingers, palm, and wrist, a reminder of the hell he’d put his body through.

Izuku’s eyes then landed on the gold ring on his left ring finger. A band identical to yours. He looked over at your sleeping face, frowning as he reached over and ran his fingers through your hair.

How could he protect you if he couldn’t even protect himself?

His nightmare was reoccurring, occasionally he’d be thrust into a burning UA campus, looking around as villains raided the campus, just like back at the USJ.

Izuku would watch as his coworkers and students were mercilessly slaughtered, all callinf out for him to do something, to be a hero.

But he couldn’t.

He was powerless now.

He shook his head and sighed, peeling himself from the warm sheets next to you, to get up and walk over to his jacket that was hanging on his desk chair. He grabbed out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter before walking to the balcony of your shared apartment.

He walked out onto the balcony, trying to be as quietly as possible, leaving the door open for the breeze.

Izuku took a cigarette from the pack and grabbed his lighter, cupping his hand around the end, and lighting it.

He took a few little puffs from it, before taking a proper drag.

It was gross. He felt gross smoking. But he saw Aizawa do it, and the older man said it worked to relieve stress, Izuku tried it, and got hooked.

Izuku let out a slow breath, looking out over the city. What was he gonna do if his students were put in danger? He couldn’t stop a villain without a quirk..

Guilt and anxiety swirled in his chest, before he felt warm arms wrap around him from behind.

He leaned back against you, feeling you gently place your face in his hair.

You would have reprimanded him for smoking, worried about your sweet husband..but in that moment, Izuku didn’t need a lecture, he needed someone there for him.

Neither of you said anything, not like anything even needed to be said anyway.

You simply held him and allowed the scent of his cigarette to slowly drift around the two of you as the city below sparkled with life.

Izuku didn’t know if the nightmares were going to get better, but when he felt you gently kiss his cheek, he knew that you’d be there to support him, like you were now.

Mentions; @candiiee @cvnt4him @anzs-stuff

I HAVE AN A03! WITH MHA ONE SHOTS POSTED ON THERE!!!

you should go check it out I've got something up already it's izuku centric story's!

A Guardian Angel and a Saint? Naw… not anymore

To be a Hero PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT8 PT9 PT 10

Talk of killing and torture methods, suicide mentioned,  The two are insane and Izuku is OOC but all in good love... in their own way) angsty

That caught Kurogiri's attention… Such a shy, innocent, quirkless boy… insane? “Bullied from a young age, pride hurt after all these years that his girlfriend is his guard dog… he wants to be the provider, the protector for once… and he knows his best chances are through you” She chuckled, “though you won’t see him kill much… Naw, torturing is more his style”

(Lets continue)

Kurogiri listened intently to her words, he had a feeling these two were much darker than they led on but to hear such a thing... "I see, so he derives pleasure from causing pain... and you... you bring release for the person through death. What a horrific balance but yet so perfect" He hummed, staring at the girl with a rather fearful look...' How on earth did they get away with it"

"Yes, but no one knows of what we did!" She hummed, staring back at him. "We've done it twice, and having dark magic makes clean up really easy" Reaching for the glass again, Y/n ran her fingers all over it. Kurogiri watched, taking a slight step back as the glass began to shake, cracks lining the edge before it completely shattered. However, the pieces of glass never moved, frozen within a ball of purple and blue hues.

"Your magic?" He questioned, moving closer once again, staring in amazement as the shards looked as if they were stars that lined the galaxy. "Incredible, must have been easy to get into U.A. uh?" He suddenly felt...sorrow, guilt... He had taken these young adults away from a bright future...

"Yeah, but in all honestly... I only followed for Izuku... Never found a good family amounts heroes" She lifted her hands, before moving her hands closer to each other causing the glass to shatter within the bubble. "They find my ability horrifying, but you guys... We have a family now! More people to protect and have our backs" Her bright smile practically blinded him.

'A bright future indeed' He chucked softly, a small warmth taking over him. "Indeed, a dysfunctional family. I feel you will have a good impact on Shigiraki... hopefully display a true sisterly role to him" He glanced over where the ash-blue man sat, leaning forward as if that would help him see better.

"You love him huh?" Y/N questioned, glancing at her boyfriend and Shigiraki...Kurogiris's eyes widened slightly at her unexpected question. He stammered for a moment before recomposing himself to maintain his stoic demeanor.

"Love... Is a strong word," His voice was tainted with defensiveness. "He's a valuable asset to my master... and he trusts me" He spoke... completely contradicting his words about family earlier.

"naw... you see him as your son" she murmured, releasing the seal she had over the powdered glass and allowing it to fall onto the surface of the counter.  "Hey! hook up an extra controller I want in!" She hummed, hopping off the stool, and made her way over to the couch, leaving Kurogiri there with the mess of both the glass and his thoughts.

"Peculiar girl" Kurogiri hummed, eyes fixated on how easily she settled herself between the two boys.

"Welcome home love" She giggles, knocking her shoulder against Izukus, causing him to huff softly and lean into her.

"It's good to be home" He hummed, kissing her forehead before refocusing on the screen.

"oi! Before we start the next game, it's important to mention something" Shigiraki paused the game, taking the attention of both, "about a month from now... U.A's gonna go on a little field trip... and we're gonna chaperone it" He watched as their playful moods shifted into hard looks, and nods of understanding. "we're betting on the number one being there... a little test zone to say the least" He hummed, moving to scratch at his neck. "If we kill him fantastic!, but if not... we won't be risking much" The two nodded, a slight giddy feeling taking over Y/n as he continued to speak of the plan.

"AH, we should get outfits! I don't wanna fight a bunch of people in just jeans and a t-shirt" and she began to ramble, potential colors, code names, masks, everything she could think of that would make them look truly villainous. And of course... her lovely boyfriend was already taking notes on what she wanted and the materials she'd need to make these outfits.

"Yeah.... great idea but WHERE THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT TO GET THIS FROM" Her words annoyed the man, yes... he wanted all this. Wanted to look like a badass video game character... but how exactly was she planning on accomplishing this.

"Duh, I'll make them! We can go and gather materials!" She hummed, before turning to Izuku, listing a couple other things. To say the two villains were shocked... was an understatement.  She had every intention to design, make, and sew them gear and costumes... "I'm taking over a room for crafts" she spoke quickly giving a heads-up before returning her attention to Zuku, who was ferociously writing.

"Right..." Both sweats dropped at her demand... not a question... a statement.

(minny time skip)

After taking quick measurements and kicking both Izuku and Shigiraki's asses in Mario's cart, the two love birds decided to head to bed... As both showed, dressed and now lay snugly under the covers, Izuku couldn't help but chuckle at their situation. "I'm... really thankful you're here with me... I don't know where I'd be without you" He pulled her closer, allowing her body to fit perfectly against his.

"You'd be in a grave my love" she hummed, running a hand up and down his back, breath hitching whenever her fingers ran over a burn scar.... 'I'll kill him' Her brain hated Bakugo... wanted him bleeding out and to save his head as a mantelpiece.

"You're right... if you were not there to catch me that day... I'd be dead" He allowed his mind to trail back to that event... the one that pushed him to the edge of the building... to taking the final leap that others had him teetering on. (flashback)

"Quirkless people can't become heroes... you better off risking your life as an officer... might make you living more wild" The number one stood tall, looking at the meek boy who knelt before him, tears streaming down his freckled face... begging for some type of recognition.  "Sorry kid... but if you wanna be a hero... better off waiting for the next life" and with that... the man leaped, into the sky, villain within a bottle, leaving a heartbroken kid... stuck atop a roof... with no one around.

'Another life... another life...' the thoughts ran rapidly through his brain. How many people had told him that... why would no one believe him. Was being quirkless... did it truly make you a waste of space. Curling into himself, hands gripping his crazed hair... the boy sobbed, tears dripping onto the floor more frequently than before. His voice caught in his throat as he tried to process the words over and over again. His best friend... turned bully "Just jump off a roof and pray you're born with a quirk in the next life"... his idel... "Sorry kids... better off waiting for the next life"... every single one of his classmates.. "haha Deku!" "What a loser" "Quirkless!!" "How pathetic... still trying to play hero?" Why... why were they like this.... why would no one let him dream?! Shaking his head, trying to force the thoughts away... not even realizing his body was moving on its own... so desperate for a chance, a quirk... that it did the only thing he could think of...the only thing he was constantly told.

His red shoes screeched from his fast steps... the wind hitting his face as the ledge came closer... and his feet refused to stop... so he took the leap off the rooftop... and prayed for a better chance in the next life... just like he had been told so many times in this one. The wild caused his hair to move wildly... no one was in sight as he plummeted... yet everything fell in slow motions around him. The sky was clearer for some reason... the wind was crisp and refreshing... the glass on the building reflected his body completely... his tear-stained face staring back at him. He looked like a fallen angel... one's who's wings had been clipped, and was forced to fall rather than sore. "I'LL BE A PRO... in the next life," he spoke to no one but himself, closing his eyes, feeling the ground approaching... waiting for the end... no no no... his new beginning... right?! Surely no one would miss him! Not his mother who... who would sit by the door waiting for a man that would never return... just like she had done when she heard the news of her husband...

'Mom...' and suddenly the world came a little clearer.... no, this wasn't what he wanted for her.... she was supportive of him! H-how could he think of doing something so... selfish but yet.... he didn't want to stop the fall. "I'm sorry Mom... but it's better this way" eyes now shut tight, his so-called worthless life flashing before his eyelids... never a girlfriend... not a single friend since 1st grade... no first kiss... no more anything...just closer.

"Uh... I think you dropped something" A voice...a female voice, soft, but stern... suddenly he realized it was directed at him... the wind had stopped, the free fall feeling leaving entirely, prying open his eyes, he was looking directly at the ground... but it wasn't approaching any closer... maintaining its distance... inches in front of his face.  Looking up he was met with a goddess, her hand outstretched, producing his sort of mist of blue and purple... her face framed with y/h/c locks and big beautiful eyes... and... a school uniform... one that matched his exactly... stunned, he said no words... just watched as she smiled softly, a relief look on her face...  "I'm Y/N... nice to catch ya!" with a head tilt and an even brighter smile... Izuku realized he had found his new beginning.

"h-hi"

(end flashback) Izuku was so lost in the past he hadn't realized he was shedding tears, pulling her body impossibly closer to him. Flinching slightly, when a soft kiss was pressed to his bare chest, "He will pay" Her words were vague but he understood completely... who, why, how... with a soft hum, she allowed sleep to consume her.

Izuku watched as Y/n fell asleep, peacefully in his arms. Her breathing became soft and steady, savoring the soft feeling of her body against his. Closing his own eyes, allowing her scent to fill him, carrying him right behind her into dreamland.

(GOD EXAMS NEVER END!!!! uGHH, anyways.... HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ANYONE THAT CELEBRATES IT, was in the feelings today and ugh!!! had to write some of their first meetings... anyways HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL) P.s I'm debating on adding a little side chapter... some lovey-dovey crap if ya catch my drift! Let me know in the comments and I'll try to deliver... okay byeee for reals this time!!!!!!!! !! ! ! !!

idk sometimes you just get off a writing high and you want to doodle Izuku from an au you made a bunch.

BNHA/MHA Fic Rec List

I've seen people put some good fic recs up here, so I figured I'd try my hand at it after spending way too much time reading them myself.

A lot of it is Vigilante and/or villain Izuku, most have some form of Dadzawa, and pretty much all of them have at least a little Angst and/or Whump and are on some level an AU, because I'm a slut for that kind of fic.

This is all just personal preference too, so if you are into the above mentioned tropes I would recommend, but I know it's not for everyone.

Also a few of them have ships that I forgot to note down because personally I don’t really pay attention to that kind of thing unless it makes me cringe.

(I've written some descriptions to some of them because I felt like it *\(￣︶￣*\))

Key:

<> Meh

**** pretty good

<-@ little lower on the Favorites list, but still up there

<3 All-time favorites! Would recommend to everyone if I could!

Anyone - Gentrychild <3

Midoriya is quirkless, but lies about having an analysis quirk so that he can survive in this society. He creates an underground community of people who help each other out and he steals one for all from all might. Things heat up though when All For One enters this dangerous game.

Maybe I don't need a quirk - By CaitCosplays <3

Midoriya is taken at a young age, and returns as a top assassin despite his lack of quirk. This is a story with a great recovery arc, and basically Izuku is a total BAMF assassin without a quirk, and eventually despite all his shortcomings, the first quirkless hero.

Shadow Dance - by EmbraceTheVoid (Verandis) <3

Izuku has an abusive father who is a villain called inferno that breaths fire, he essentially kidnaps him and kills his mother and after All for one gives him a total of 4 quirks, he leaves the LOV and becomes a vigilante and eventual hero with a fan club of emos spawning that confuses the hell out of him because he isn't proud of that stuff at all

Even Heroes need Saving ****

Midoriya is taken at a young age, and trained as an assassin for the LOV, there he does his best to complete his missions but also has a side gig of helping people out and saving lives despite this. Bakugo figures out who he is, Todoroki finds out he's being blackmailed, and they resolve to save him with the help of the police who is pretty split on his alignment. Eventually he saves Iida from Stain and it's all happily ever after until bad writing at the end but we don't have to read that part

Don't Fear the Reaper - 1010happy <>

Yesterday Upon the Stair - by PitViperOfDoom <3

This is a COMPLETED 60 chapter fic with possibly the best recovery arc I have ever seen. Featuring a Midoriya who can see ghosts, and gets one for all from All Might

Sincerely, Midoriya Izuku - by Plantsandpaints <>

Rule of Three - by yuki-setsu <-@

Midoriya is the next successor of the third kind of generational quirk, a third party vigilante known as phoenix spirit or amber, with guidance from the previous successors, each with a grudge against AFO, all aimed helping One for All users from the shadows.

Do Not Let Your Past Define You - by Fire_girl21543 <>

Secrecy - by Rainycat <>

Fire-forged boys - by angst_goblin <>

Manufactured - by MrHost <>

Puppet Master - by KrumbleKitty ****

Great recovery arc, follows Midoriya Izuku in recovering from abuse thanks to his quirk, which can only accessed by another person and allows them to manipulate his body.

One For One - by Revion07 <>

Unwilling Sinner - by StoneLiam <>

Once Upon a Time the End Came - by tsukiyo_yuri ****

Midoriya Izuku is kidnapped and forced to be a villain by the league. He still wants to be a hero, and gets into UA, but discrimination happens

See it all in bloom - by The_Plot_Thickens <-@

Midoriya has a quirk that he hates more than anything, a quirk that means he can't die. So after being finally freed from an illegal experimentation project in which he endures lots of trauma, he is forced to join a task force of children being trained to put their lives on the line every moment they can. Trained to make sure the thin veil of peace between the normal and the villain underground is never broken through, even by heroes. And there is no way out.

The Hand That Saves - by Pseudonymous (Cloudgrey) <>

Quirkless by Felilla <>

Ascendant by Gentrychild <-@

Midoriya has, what is essentially, All for One. But being the cinnamon roll he is, he abides by a code to only take quirks with permission, from people looking to get rid of theirs (often retirees who have experience and want to hand theirs off to make it more useful). Of course, the whole USJ incident makes this harder, when he tweeks his code just a bit to include people trying to kill him, taking their quirks as a last resort, and after All Might, Grand Torino get over their initial suspicions about him and his quirk, they back him up and keep him safe from AFO, because if he ever found out, dear god.

Viridian - by SilvermistAnimeLover <3

To put it simply, the apocalypse is likely to give you PTSD, even if it hasn't technically happened yet. In his first run, Midoriya Izuku grew up to be the famed illusive Vigilante Viridian in his 30s, made friends with Aizawa and Hizashi, and was forced to watch the world fall to chaos as one of the few survivors to Shigaraki Tomura's Apocalypse. His mission now? Rebuild Project Hope, go back in time, and Kill Shigaraki during the USJ attack. If only it didn't hurt so much to see all of your dead friends alive and trying to help you, knowing they could never be the same people he once knew and trusted during his hardest times.

Before my heart gives out - by Kira18 <3

Midoriya Izuku gets caught up in a near fatal accident when he's young, killing his mother and leaving him blind and with only 8 years left to live. He knows in that slim time frame that he could never achieve his dream, so he becomes the next best thing. He becomes a Vigilante.

Problem is, the time he has left to live is getting smaller much quicker than anyone anticipated.

A Dangerous Game - by tsukithewolf <-@

Very, very much worth the read, but for me personally it just drags on in places.

Worthless Necessity - by Kirityu_Ryukaro <-@

[Major Trigger Warnings for Suicide and just being a little too good at representing depression)

Midoriya Izuku has an anti-death quirk that gives him depression and suicidal tendencies. It only works when he wants to die. What good is immortality and invulnerability when all you want to do is end it all? It's torture that's what it is, unless Nedzu and Eraserhead can find a way to save him.

For Whom the Bell Tolls - by TiredTaro <>

Apartum Mortem - by so_don't_let_in_the_light <>

Ethereal Light - by DomDomDraka <>

Looking Glass - by twistedthicket1<>

Kidnapped Izuku /Reluctant Villain Deku with all that self-loathing, and he has a quirk that has been weighing on him for a while, makes him crave information like a drug and after being kept in isolation for years in a tiny cell, well it's kind of ruining him, and making him do terrible things. It's an information quirk that needs to be managed well and leaked out healthily, but he can't do that so it's driving him insane.

Once Forgotten, Twice Removed - by blueh <3

A cute fic that a read whenever things are slow and I need a pick me up that doesn't rot my teeth, No. 1 hero Midoriya Izuku is transported to an alternate reality where he's a villain by All For One, who thought that he would be a villain in his reality too. Oh how wrong he was…

Bloom in Winter - by e_va <3

Fucking brilliant but little hope for updates anytime soon. Midoriya was taken by his dad and essentially forced into villainy for an organization focused primarily on secrecy. This is his story on how he got wrapped up in UA, trying to not make anything worse, but also trying to keep his cover as a spy. Doesn't help that he is too kind and anxious for his own good, and the person he's supposed to be spying on is taking an interest in him.

Flare Signal - by acheivingelysium <>

Undefined - by Plantsandpaints <>

Research to Rescue - by KingofPillows <3

A beautiful fic where Izuku is forced into an underground villain organization against his will with threats to his mother's life. Later on he becomes an assassin, and given artificial quirks. Even later, Eraserhead is commissioned to work undercover as a mole against this organization and bumps into Izuku, who resolves to do whatever he can to bring his father down.

Again something I frequently find myself returning to and binge reading

Something's Gotta Give - by TubbsTheCat <3

A probably the best slow burn tragedy I've ever read. This isn't a redemption arc in the slightest this is just pure self-destructive tragedy as Izuku falls into Villainy to support the people he cares about, at the cost of everything. They say a tragedy is written with a character falling to their flaw, and I've seen it done so far with only things people see as commonly bad. In Macbeth it's Ambition, in the Joker it's reckless insanity, and in many other villains it's just pride and greed. I've never seen it done with kindness or loyalty. I've never seen them use a traditionally good thing in excess, and actually ponder the frightening implications of what happens when this person is just helpless, and watching themselves fall and make bad choices, because what else are they supposed to do?

at times so self destructive - by theshoutingslytherin (Oneshot) <>

It's spelled 'Trader' not 'Traitor' - by JackobolTrades <3

Frankly this intelligence of this is amazing. Izuku is given All for one and trained to be his successor, even though he has no intention of doing so. So what's a criminal with an all-powerful quirk transfer ability supposed to do? Well become a psychologist and open an under wraps business in trading traumatising and mentally damaging quirks in exchange for ones better suited to his customers. All while single handedly manipulating both All for One, the league of villains as a whole, and despite being duped hard in the end, also UA. He just wants to help people, but he'll be damned if he doesn't take down a bunch of villains and keep his double life a secret if that's the case. Oh did I mention he becomes UA's most popular Psychologist and miracle worker? Because dude is solving everyone's problems around here and it shows. Also the ending was amazing btw.

Maelstrom - by GuadianOfTheLoaf <3

Izuku Midoriya has a strange water based quirk and a strong affinity for the ocean. He ran away from his foster home when he was around 10 years old and making his home in a small train car on Dagobah beach. Since then he has occupied a double life as a vigilante turned pro-underground hero, and a student at UA. His whole life he's been ignored and rejected for his physical mutation, long messy hair and unnerving glowing eyes and webbed hands and toes.

Or at least, he used to think that was true…

Leviathan - by rest_in_rip <3

Midoriya Izuku's quirk is one he has to keep constantly under wraps, not even his mum knows. It only took one slip up when it first came in to kill 32 people during a stressful situation. Since then the mysterious and dangerous Leviathan hadn't shown up publically since, and Midoriya would very much like to keep it that way. If only he had more control over his quirk, while he was fully transformed, maybe then he'd be the kind of hero who's quirk is more than just growing lizard fins and traits whenever he's feeling anxious. He just has to be a hero, and make it through his years without a single person figuring out what the Leviathan really is.

But you gotta get up at least once more - by simkjrs <-@

It's not vigilantism if it's not breaking the law… technically. Basically, Izuku gets crazy strong without the help of a quirk and uses his training in fighting to help people wherever he can. This of course, puts him in contact with a lot of grateful people… also Bakugo gets a redemption arc that starts with fallout that's an absolute nightmare. Also Izuku has anxiety and can't seem to understand why All might of all people has taken an interest in him.

To Be or Not To Be - by Bluehorse44 <-@

Izuku shows up to his first day as a forced teachers assistant at UA wearing a stained aviator jacket, messy hair in a rainbow band he found in a dump with a pair of handcuffs dangling from one of his wrists. Also he has 2 alter's called Beetle (a basically villain who exchanges favours and contracts) and Witch (a vigilante and basically the mom of the group). Basically everyone in Izuku's head is screaming all the time as everything turns to chaos while the 3 of them try to manage this absolute mess of a life.

Detective Midoriya - by rogueptoridactyl <-@

Midoriya as it would turn out, would make an absolute amazing detective, despite his unconventional methods. Doesn't help that he's amassed a following and a new tight knit family at the local police force with the general understanding that while Izuku can take care of himself, if anyone crosses him they'll have hell to pay. Just like that hero who told him he couldn't achieve his dream so many years ago, if only Tsukauchi could figure out who that is…

Silent Shadow (series) - by tunafishprincess <3

Izuku Midoriya is dead. Bakugo Katsuki knows that for a fact. He felt his friends blood on his face, held his lifeless body after he'd risked his life to save him from the sludge villain, and nothing can ever make that ok. But Kuro knows his face. He remembers his name after so long spending his time confused with a warp quirk that didn't quite feel right and a past that he was told so insistently didn't exist. He remembers Kacchan. He remembers Izuku Midoriya, but he's still trapped by the people who gave him a new life. One thing he knows for sure though is that he isn't going to kill anyone, and he isn't going to let the villains win. Even if that's all he was created to do, and even if that means submitting himself to them all over again.

(essentially a brilliantly thought out series about Midoriya Izuku dying in the sludge incident and being picked up by AFO to be essentially formed into a new Kurogiri. All while Bakugo processes his guilt and Deku/Kuro tries to figure out who he is. IN case you haven't guessed, I really like how they handle the emotions of the characters in these fics)

And Again - by one_step_closer_to_death(orphan account) <-@

Depressing as FUCK! Midoriya is born with a powerful regeneration quirk, one that prevents him from dying, and after so, so many failed suicides after the death of his mother, he really can't help himself when a stranger offers to take away the source of his suffering in exchange for him spying on UA. And then it hits him what that means for the students…

Accidental Hero - by CashewsAndCoconuts <-@

Midoriya Izuku has long since given up his dream of becoming a hero. It's just impossible ok? Especially given His mother's recent financial struggles. Now his only goal really is to just keep making money to support them both, which leads to some… interesting encounters? Meanwhile on Aizawa and Tsukauchi's end, there's an accidental vigilante on the loose who takes favours from the police and is way nicer than they ever could have thought with how frustrating they are. Things heat up even more when it turns out Izuku got into UA completely on accident, after the teachers fought over custody and saw him rip apart several robots for a high pay job.

It's actually… a pretty funny/cute story, I'll be honest.

Monsters Made Human - by rowanberrywriter <3

Izuku doesn't remember much of his old life. What he does know is that he has to follow orders, like all good Noumu should, and take care of Eri. After being given to the Yakuza as a piece offering, Izuku is silent and gets the job done without complaint despite the active abuse and hurt he and Eri suffer every day. But when it turns out that Overhaul and the LOV plan to use Eri to create more Noumu like him, put others through that much pain and suffering, he realises he cannot stand by and let this go on anymore.

Something Wicked This Way Comes - by Eternal_writes <-@

The Rabbit in Red Sneakers - by WithoutPastel <>

Spanner in the Clockworks - by All_five_pieces_of_Exodia <-@

An ongoing fic that starts with Midoriya waking up in an alternate timeline and wondering what the hell is going on. When he realises though that he has the chance to prevent USJ from happening and help people like Eri long before he would have in his original timeline, he takes that as his que to become a temporary vigilante, at least until he gets into UA again and finds out what happened to the other him.

Alpha Grieving - by Oliverofthebrynn <-@

Biocide - by lia_ne <-@

The Origin of Eclipse - by GriffinRose <3

Midoriya should have known his father was a villain. And he should have told someone when he was forced into his shady black-market deals. So when his father tries to put a quirk erasing drug up for sale it's only natural that he does everything he can to stop it.

Of course, things get complicated when calling in the heroes doesn't go as planned, and when Izuku is found out and Eraserhead is shot, his father threatens to kill him if he ever sees him again. It's up to Izuku to rebuild his life and keep his mother safe, all while trying to take down his father's business as much as he possibly can. If that involves becoming a vigilante with a really stupid name? So be it. The only thing that really wasn't on his roster though was becoming a pro-hero.

For me, the ending didn't really do it for me, but it was still a really good read regardless.

Know what I've made by the marks on my hands - by simkjrs <3

There are things he can't say and there are things he'd rather not. One of those things is his curse, and the other is the many, many stupid decisions he's made in the past. Of those decisions, these last couple of days have just been the worst haven't they? Fixing quirks at the request of spirits who probably hate him despite it all because he shouldn't exist, and cursing his own inability to just leave it alone when people are in trouble. Even when he knows it’s a trap he can't help but try to help a spirit, can't help but try to fix a hero's quirk, and now he's paying the price. It seems no matter what he does just he can't escape what happened in Kamino Ward.

Complicated Creation - Elemental <3

This was very much inspired by simkirs work, but my god is it worth a read. Elemental did their research, and it's completed, it's got Dadzawa, and it made me bawl my eyes out (which is actually pretty hard to do).

And if the ending doesn't make you cry out in joy you are a dirty, dirty liar. Mark my words.

Hero's Shadow - by feelingstabby <3

Feral - MoonPaw17 <-@

If you like Dadzawa and generally just fluff and comfort and shenanigans then boy howdy this is the fic for you

Viridian: The Green Guide - by myheadinthecloudsnotcomingdown <3

The thin grey line - by A_ToastToTheOutcasts <-@

This fic is complicated, it stems around Izuku being rejected by All Might, but picked up by another Vigilante called kuroko, the black fox, who is unable to continue as a vigilante and searching for a successor after he is forced to retire after an injury. It's actually pretty good, but didn't really do it for me. Izuku is powercrawling and learning and lying as a result of this, and it shapes the narrative, but I think it could have been done a lot better. That's just me. It's still really good, but the finale didn't really do it for me.

Can I try again and again and again (series) - by ijustwanttodestroy <>

Izuku is (Afraid) (series)- by sleepingugly <3

I really like this fic. It seems simplistic and is lacking a lot in the tags but essentially Midoriya (now in his late teens) is contacted by a government faction for quirk development after it had been revealed that he could potentially have a quirk and they are going to do everything they can to get it out of him. Add to it Amnesiac Bakugo Katsuki, a hidden web of family villains and a huge fear of the ocean and Izuku is in for a rough time.

Sunshine through the shadows - by DancingInTheStorm <-@

Almost right after Kamino Izuku is arrested and mistreated in prison after he finds out his father was AFO. After some government corruption and general bigotry he escapes, becomes a fugitive and starts a soup kitchen. The story follows Todoroki, Aizawa, Uraraka, Shinsou, etc. as they try to find their lost friend who they've been endlessly worrying about for years with almost no confirmed details. It's really charming to see everyone reunite despite the difficult situation, and Midoriya despite everything is still very much the cinnamon roll we all know and love and it's just fucking beautiful okay?

From the perfect start to the finish line - by supercrunch <3

This fic is heartbreaking, but it sets up a great and realistic take on what it is like as a mother who is struggling with doing all she can to protect herself, and more importantly her child. I love this fic so much, for all the characters it takes into consideration. Most Dad for one fics are pretty generic when it comes to hand waving to get to the initial premise. A lot of the time it's just the unspoken agreement that he's a bad father and Izuku is dealing with he consequences of trauma, but we don't actually see a lot of the effects it has on other characters like Inko. And I'm going to be honest, this fic absolutely blew me away with amazing writing that only enraptured me an in amazing premise I hadn't and probably wouldn't have considered otherwise..

No Good Deed - by Notsogoodwithwords <3

This fic is perfect for a bad day, 15 chapters of Dadzawa and it's really just so heartwarming. Not overly fluffy by any means, but with so much comfort and the like that it really just made me smile. The Plot centers around Izuku, who's been taken in by Aizawa after he was found bleeding out in a garbage pile in the city after his mother's murder. Kid needs help, and Aizawa isn't sure he's the right person to give it. In fact, he's insistent he isn't the right person, but there is absolutely no way he isn't going to do all he can to make sure this kid is okay again. And I love it so, so much.

A Difference in Perspective (series) - by town_without_heart <3

An absolutely mind blowing fic that had me on the edge of my seat and wanting more. It follows Tsukauchi Naomasa, now reopening a fifteen year old disappearance case of one Midoriya Izuku under the request of the No. 3 Hero Ground Zero. This little mystery though ends up being a lot more than anyone bargained for in the end, because Midoriya Izuku, while staying out of the public eye, managed to change so much of the world without anyone even knowing it.

This is arguably one of the best MHA fics, or screw it, one of the best books I have ever read. Just about every chapter had me on the edge of my seat and desperate for more.

What We Cannot Undo - by Cacid <-@

A ghost Izuku AU that actually works, and nobody is more surprised than me. Cacid really pulled this one off really well, with accurate depictions of depression and guilt and grief that really puts you in the head of the characters. Plot line for this is simple. Izuku Midoriya committed suicide, but it takes some time to remember why exactly he is dead, and more importantly process that he had an invisible quirk all along, all be it with gruesome implications. He becomes a vigilante of sorts, while wandering Musutafu and just idly existing as he is. And in his mind Izuku Midoriya is someone he is ashamed of, because it meant that he threw his life away for nothing. Nothing left to do but put some more distance between himself and his past… if only Aizawa Shouta was not so persistent.

Aphelion - by ForgedObsidian <3

Izuku Midoriya is kidnapped on his way home from school by villains and even after weeks of being in their care, trapped in a small room with nothing but a bed and a toilet, he still has no idea why he was taken or what exactly they want him for. Still, that doesn't stop him from trying to escape every chance he gets, not even the doctor working on him will really answer any of his questions. There is someone else though, trapped there with him. Someone he feels he knows from somewhere, and someone who really needs help.

TL:DR an AU where All Might didn't return from his battle with All For One.

(Another fic that I frequently return to for reasons unknown other than this is a really good fic.)