The Most Annoying Guy (endearing)

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choso was a full-grown man.

a man who takes cares of his brothers, is employed, and pays his taxes. a man who can share his ideas and his thoughts with professionalism and skill. a man who can admit when he’s wrong, who can let his resentment go for the better.

so imagine his confusion when he acts like nothing but a developing teenager when you were around him.

he truly felt like his body had relapsed back to puberty. he can’t control his sweat around you, he’s switched his deodorant three times before finding something long lasting enough (although he barely spends more than a couple hours around you a day, if even that, and yet he still manages to produce so much sweat—). he can barely make eye contact with you without feeling his face grow hot (shooting down his neck, goodness, he has to fan at his face soon or he'll start sweating and he just showered for you—), a tremble in his hands, a trip in his words. the sentences that so ridiculously tumble out of his mouth are ineligible and humiliating, as if he forgot every single word he’s ever learned.

he talks to himself often.

whether it’s him walking on the way back home from your hangout, or when he’s alone at work, choso talks to himself. he walks alone and speaks your name out loud, a small awkward smile on his lips (even hearing the splendid name from his own throat dusts his cheeks pink.). he rants and analyzes how physically impossible it was for anyone to be as lovely as you. frustrated muttered outbursts of his incompetence around you. questions about if he was normal, if what he was feeling was normal (he concluded no.). these thoughts are too much to be confined within his mind, overflowing so much at the seams, he was afraid he would accidentally speak them aloud to you. so, he verbally lets them out when he’s alone, before his mouth gets the best of him. he never feels further from sanity when he talks to himself. but since it’s about you, well… it makes him feel better pretty quickly.

he writes about you.

talking to himself and thinking about you only helped him so much. he still feels a nervousness in his chest, needing to convey these feelings in some other form. so, he started scribbling little notes about you on napkins at restaurants and cafes, soon throwing them away; but he soon garners a deep hatred for this. anything that reminds him of you, anything at all, whether it be from his own hand or out in the world, has to be cherished. If not, what sort of insult is it to you? so, he buys a notebook. it’s a small one, black and dull, pocket sized so he can write about you whenever he so pleases. the first few entries are sloppy and messy, hurried so he could get the thought out before it slips his mind. but he soon grew a hatred for this as well. even thoughts written about you must be written with such a delicacy and care, even though you’ll never see it.

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When you look at me,

I forget that this world is capable of hatred and misery.

How could a being so light and pure,

Exist next to a miserable soul such as I?

the more i write about choso the less i feel i should be walking the streets as a free citizen. put me in a padded room, im not okay

bakugou is so in love with you it makes him look stupid.

im talking about bakugou who wakes up a little earlier than you every day— up to an hour where he goes for a run before you can even think about breakfast. he knows that you worry about him, waking up without you makes you scared that he’s gotten hurt on the job, so he leaves a note in his scratchy explosive handwriting. i love you, i’m safe. it always says.

out on his runs he stops by the bakery you like, the one where you had your third, sixth and ninth date because you really loved the egg custard tarts there and katsuki picks up three because one isn’t enough to fill either of you up and he likes to split the third with you. over crummy kisses and spilt milk, you watch the sunrise and light up deep red hues, twisted with shades of blissful orange and peachy pinks and the words i love you are not spoken but instead said through the way you cup his cheek and he leans into your palm not a second later.

bakugou who looks for you in crowds in the busy streets of japan when you meet him for his lunch break during work— he’s messily put together, hoodie tugged over his hero suit which is a little torn from patrol but you’re in love so it’s okay, he looks beautiful to you anyway. bakugou who keeps his large hand on your waist, guiding you through strangers who couldn’t care less as you ramble about the things you saw on your way to meet him and the place you want to take him to get a good meal in him.

he loves that you’re thoughtful, always thinking of you while you’re thinking of him— he’s got that airy look on his face as you feed him bites from your plate and he sneaks in the bill and a hefty tip despite the fact that you said you’d pay. katsuki’s hand falling back to your waist when you leave as he glares at the server who wouldn’t stop looking your way, making it known that you only smile that pretty for him.

bakugou who can’t stop the tears from rolling as you stand up, cuddling his head into your stomach. he gets nightmares some nights, not as often as when he was back in school. he can’t see, he can’t breathe and all he feels is himself sinking into darkness as the villain swallows him hole and then…then there’s you, warm around him and not suffocating— with gentle eyes that tell him not to worry, bring him back down to earth and tell him it’ll all be okay. katsuki shakes but you brush back his hair, kiss his forehead and tell him. it’s alright, you’re safe.

bakugou who checks his phone every five seconds on a night out with kirishima and the others to see if you’ve texted, his cheeks flaring red when kaminari swings an arm over his shoulders just to tell him what a softie he’s become over the years—especially for you. and katsuki can’t even deny it, it’s the truth. maybe you’ve humbled him a little bit, your tender loving soothing the painful cracks in his soul. the way you look at him when you first wake up to the way you hold him when you both lay your heads down to rest— it all makes bakugou feel loved and valued, helps him breathe in fresh air after having his head underwater for so long. he would die for you, but you’d ask him to live instead and that’s all he’s ever needed to hear. all his life, you’re all he’s ever needed.

maybe i am. bakugou says to kaminari, the hints of a smile coming through when your text rolls in.

stay safe. i love you. it says.

Ok imagine this

Bakugou crying everytime you shout at him cuz he gets reminded of his mom.

He tried so hard not to cry. He didn't even know why you were shouting at him. This wasn't like him, he never cries he's katsuki bakugou for fuck sakes.

"Katsuki, are you even listening to m- baby why are you crying?"

He didn't want you to be mad at him. Your the only person who truly cared for him, his mom always shouted and brought him down, his dad never did anything about it and everyone else never bothered but u cared, u were there. So why are you not happy w him

"I'm sorry, please don't be mad"

You couldn't believe your eyes. Your katsuki was crying and apologizing but now that he was u couldn't let him continue. You gently took him in to your arms and held him. Not saying a word, he didn't need that. After a while of playing with his hair and rubbing his back he seemed calm enough, so you spoke.

"I'm sorry baby, you don't need to apologize for anything, it was all my fault."

In all honesty your not even sure why u got so mad at him but it doesn't matter as long as he forgives you and you both can move on.

Bakugou is so ooc but oh well.

★﹒₊‧ochako urakara as ur gf

< i hc that this girl is a full on lesbian so, yeah. written w fem!reader in mind (me) >

you were 100% her gay awakening. she remembers it so vividly too. you guys weren't best friends but still pretty close, she was hanging out with you in your dorm, doing a low budget spa day and watching the buzzfeed unsolved complications. she put on her face mask without a mirror so there was a noticeable spot uncovered and you, being the helping friend you are, offered to do it. she was laying down on your bed with you beside her, one arm over her body to keep yourself up as you leaned in close to massage more of the grey mask into her skin. you looked into her eyes for a moment but to her it felt like hours. her heart started beating faster, her body for really hot and jittery yet she couldn't move. then you lifted yourself up and laid down beside her to start the video.

you had to confess first. she was sooo convinced you weren't into girls, or into her, no matter how many hints or flirty remarks you threw at her. she also valued your friendship too much to throw it all away. (girl was willing to take these feelings for you to her grave)

she definitely wouldn't want to keep you guys on the down low. not a secret exactly, but not out there either. she cares a little too much about what ppl will think or say, and you don't really like since she never denies anything when ppl insinuate.

she love love loves going to the cafe, staying at home for a movie, or going to the book store as dates. ochako definitely prefers to stay in then go out, she just likes the intimacy of you two alone than being surrounded by strangers.

SHE IS A JEALOUS GIRL

she doesn't pout alone or go sulk in a corner when she gets jealous, she goes all crazy gf on y'all.

"hiya babyy" goes in for a kiss, running her hands along your body to pull away and go "oh who is your little friend?" all with smile. she isn't slick either, EVERYBODY WHO KNOWS HER, knows when she is getting all jealous and possessive.

since she gets jealous easily, it's easy to fix, just either A) ignore the person as soon as she comes over, or B) give her reassurance

also, her love language is quality time and physical touch

These are the men I’d think would pull a Barry Keoghan with you:

bnha/ kirishima, denki, todoroki (my man just wants to have fun) , jirou

hq/ iwaizumi, Tanaka, kurro, bokuto, OIKAWA (he eats up any attention) , tendo

jjk/ gojo, yuta, itodori, choso, toji (IMAGINE HIM IN THAT MV OMFGGGG), Maki,

(The ‘pulling a Barry Keoghan im talking abt is staring in the mv for a song their s/o wrote abt them. #hardlaunch)

i eat stuff like this UP

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 & 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔: 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

blurb little au where a third changes everything and katsuki and izuku stayed friends—only because katsuki refuses to have you alone with izuku.

# fem!reader, 1-A shenanigans, fluff and humor, childhood bffs are something else, says 1-A student, NO ROMANCE? BUT YES PINING

the order goes like this: katsuki, izuku, then you.

katsuki leads first—he always does, izuku exclaims happily—while izuku likes to follow after him, happy to be in the middle of his best friends, and you trail after izuku, comfortable with getting to watch the way his hair bounces every step. it reminds you of a bunny, you explained once.

what some notice except for you three, is that katsuki likes to follow after you. it’s instinct sometimes, to have katsuki lingering around you as you interact with people outside of your small group.

mitsuki gushed about how hilarious it was that you three sometimes end up in metaphorical circles with how katsuki trails after you like a lost puppy.

inko wonders if it is normal for her child to have hearts for eyes, gushing over you about the littlest of things.

“this is so dumb!” you exclaim, glaring hard with all your might. “i hate this! izuku was right about you!”

katsuki and izuku watch as you continue to glower at your untied shoes with such fierceness that it almost makes katsuki wonder if you got it from him.

“it’s just a damn shoelace,” katsuki grunts. “you're so dramatic.” he nudges the boy beside him with a sharp elbow. “she got it from you, definitely. your dummy-ness rubbed off on her.”

“ah, sorry, kacchan!” izuku doesn't look sorry; he looks seconds away from bursting into a fit of giggles as you fail over and over again to tie your shoelaces. but his hands keep twitching as if he wants to help.

“oh my fucking god, give that to me.”

katsuki knocks your hands away and twirls the shoelaces around his fingers, eyeing you while giving a demonstration. izuku holds you up by the small of your back when you lose balance, smiling widely.

“fuckin’ watch this, alright? you fold it like this, put them like this, and then insert this one—and just like that.”

it goes like this:

“so cool, kacchan!” izuku squeals. katsuki grunts, because that’s the 27th time izuku has said that today. “are you okay, y/n-chan?”

“thank you, katsuki,” you mutter shyly, a little too quiet because you have an ego. “yes i am, izuku. thank you.”

“whatever, fuck off,” katsuki says, pleased either way because it feels good hearing it from you. “shitty nerds.”

izuku beams, hugging your head.

even now, in UA.

you thought katsuki would be a little ashamed to be friends with someone from the support course, but never has he shown that he was bothered. he just looks at you with the same, sharp blood red eyes, and looks at others with hostility in them.

izuku, of course, is far from ashamed. in fact, he’s delighted that you're in UA with them. his eyes sparkle every time his eyes slide over to you and he sees you in the uniform. he is so cute.

1-A watches as the door slides open and immediately katsuki and izuku are fretting over you; and you, unfazed, as they talk over each other. katsuki thwacks izuku’s head and you coo over izuku and katsuki throws a tantrum when izuku blushes.

“wow, that's the first time i've seen blasty not-hostile around someone,” mina squeals, “and she's a girl! could this be!?”

woah.

“this is the first time i've seen deku-kun act so smoothly around a girl, too,” uraraka adds, smiling eagerly, thirsty for drama.

double woah.

“chill,” jirou says, but she’s also observing the strange sight, “what if she’s, like, the sister of one of them?”

“probably bakugo’s then.”

“yeah. he barely tolerates midoriya.”

“or maybe she's midoriya’s sister and bakugou has a crush on her?”

triple woah.

as if sensing that the class is whispering about them, bakugou and midoriya spin around to meet the eyes of their classmates, one glaring and one shy.

then, midoriya whispers something to your ear, to which you excitedly nod at.

1-A watches in awe as you wave, eyes bright at the sight of hero students. “hello! my name is l/n y/n, it's nice to meet you.” added with a polite bow.

mina makes a noise of awe. “wow, you're so pretty! you're cute!”

you seem to be flustered, but the gentle smile that follows means you know how to handle compliments. probably because you’re best friends with midoriya izuku.  “ah… thank you. you’re also pretty…”

kaminari grins to himself, about to open his mouth but unfortunately, bakugou is faster.

“quit it,” bakugo snarls, stepping forward in front of you, “leave her alone, you fucking extras.”

but before any of his classmates can protest, you nudge bakugou with a sly grin. “don’t worry, kacchan, i think you’re also pretty.”

“s— shut the fuck up, stupid! that’s not what i fucking meant!”

midoriya snorts and then laughs loudly; they’ve never heard that from him before. “kacchan! did you just stutter?”

“awh, katsuki,” you coo, pinching his red cheeks and magically didn’t get blown off the face of the earth. midoriya stifles his giggles and you smile softly at the freckled boy’s delighted face.

maybe it’s a love triangle, except both boys are truly, madly, deeply in love with the same girl.

class 1-A sees you the second time when it’s 8 pm and everyone is preparing to go to bed.

the couch across the television is occupied, with a familiar mop of green curls and a shock of pale blond—but there’s also someone in the middle.

“is that l/n-san?” uraraka whispers to her classmates nearby, eyeing the three figures with surprise.

katsuki is on the far corner, resting his cheek on his palm (that would hurt when he wakes up) with his other around your waist, while you’re laying on his chest, your hand resting on midoriya’s head as the boy sleeps soundly on your lap, mouth hanging open and soft snores coming off his mouth.

both the boys are still asleep, but you’re wide awake, smiling contentedly. you meet the curious eyes of 1-A and raise your finger in a shh motion.

(everyone stays silent when you fall asleep a few minutes later as midoriya and bakugou blink awake. bakugou moves to carry you back to your dorm, while midoriya clings to you like a koala bear. they glare at each other. they end up staying on the couch for the entire night, protective limbs wrapped around you.)

“young bakugou and young midoriya… do they not like each other?”

aizawa turns to all might lazily, eyeing the frail man with narrowed eyes. “not like that. they see each other as rivals.”

all might brightens. “ah! in the hero rankings? they’re both fit for number one.”

“mm, maybe more than the rankings.”

both teachers watch as bakugou and midoriya jump around the training area, palms lit up and arms smothered in lightning green. push and pull. feral grins. aizawa takes a glance at another student watching the boys from the sidelines, notebook and pen in hand but too entranced to write anything.

all might follows his gaze. “that’s young l/n, yes? the support course student young bakugou and midoriya always want nearby.” he laughs. “those boys only work together perfectly when it comes to l/n.”

aizawa smiles under his scarf so no one else would catch a glimpse of it. “the three of them together…they’re formidable. but if you take l/n out, you might as well be a dead man to both of them.”

even now, as official pro heroes.

it goes like this: katsuki blasting his way to the top but never too far, izuku always somehow one step ahead of everyone but always somehow waiting for his best friends, and you, pushed forward by two pairs of hands.

the wonder trio. the big three. always together, but out of reach from anyone else.

everyone always wonders if you like one of them more than the other.

a/n. yes it ends there LOOOOOL!11 this fic focuses more on friendship bc i loooove friendship, but if anyones interested i might make fics with a route for each of them as endgame hmmmm

Rightfully Yours - shinsou hitoshi x reader smau

summary

you finally got a date with the man of your dreams but your best friend isn’t too happy about that and doesn’t like the lack of attention you’re giving him

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x gn!reader

genre: smau, crack, best friends to lovers, fluff, angst

warning: toxic relationship, miscommunication, swearing

status: finished!

taglist: open!

Date 1: Anti U.A.

Date 2: After School He Said

Date 3: Friday

Date 4: Levitating

Date 5: Being Single is better than going out with you/j

Date 6: Fever Dream

Date 7: Horror Night with a Pinch of Soba

Date 8: Bestest Friends

Date 9: Shinsou’s Type

Date 10: When they’re dumb

Date 11: Gross

Date 12: We Trust You

Date 13: Tell

Date 14: After School

Date 15: You before Him

Date 16: Sabotage

Date 17: Manifest Harder

Date 18: Looking Out for You

Date 19: Who to forgive

Date 20: Trust

Date 21: Without your love I can’t live on

Date 22: May the Best Man Win

Date 23: Mine

Date 24: Nervous

Date 25: Todoroki’s Gay

Date 26: Overwhelmed

Date 27: Not your Boyfriend

Date 28: The Origins of Toshi

Date 29: Love is Full of Surprises

Date 30: Overreacting

Date 31: Forever Mine

Date 32: I’ll Be Waiting

Date 33: Always

Date 34: You

Date 35: Holy Shit

Date 36: Sorry

Date 37: Scooby Doo

Date 38: Note

Date 39: Love is an interesting emotion

Date 40: Anything For You

Date 41: Maniac

Date 42: Only Them

Date 43: Can you wait?

Date 44: Awkward

Date 45: Do You…?

Date 46: Kiss is a Kiss

Date 47: Listening to my Heart

Date 48: Date

Date 49: WHAT THE FUCK

Date 50: Deserved

Date 51: It’s over

Last Date: First Date