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katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, & hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader a/n: a late happy valentines day ! a new format that has absolutely no consistency at all so enjoy <33

◞♡° KATSUKI BAKUGO ; the one who always shows up in your morning run to the coffee shop he’s caught your eye the first time you came in. its a smaller coffee shop and you’ve been coming here for years, seeing the variety of people come in and out on their morning coffee runs. but he’s stayed. every morning, 7am on the dot, hes in line, getting his daily caffeine. sometimes you come before him, sometimes you come after him, but at some point hes become a part of your daily morning ritual. seeing his spiky ash blond hair, and tall build at the till ordering his hazelnut latte with no whipped cream (you don’t mean to eavesdrop, he just speaks very loudly) has become something you’re looking forward to, a question in your mind as you make your way to the little shop. you’ve built a relationship on passing glances, and fleeting meeting of eyes. maybe one day you’ll build up the courage to say hello, but for now you were content with the slight squeeze in your heart every time you see his bulking frame, and the pause in your breath every time you catch him looking at your way.

◞♡° SHOTO TODOROKI ; the one who’s browsing for books in the same section your fingers brush the spines of the books on the shelf, your head tilted to the side to read all their names and the authors who write them. finally picking out a book, you pluck it out from its space, and flip it over to read the blurb. unsatisfied, you reach to put it back, and you notice a boy, about a metre away looking browsing along the shelves. he’s probably the prettiest person you’ve seen in your life, and you couldn’t help but stare. the boy notices, and looked over at you, and you swear you’ve never moved faster, your head whipping back to look at the various books in front of you. you pick a random book and squeeze it in your hands, your cheeks aflame as you open it up, attempting to busy yourself with the much too pretty stranger standing next to you. your eyes saw words, but you really couldn’t read anything, mind buzzing and skin prickling at the proximity of the stranger. and it didn’t help every time your eyes flitted upwards, you could see his fleeting glances your way.

◞♡° IZUKU MIDORIYA ; the one who sits down next to you on the bus the gentle rumbling of the large bus soothed your eyes closed, and your head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton. all you could really think about was the feeling of finally hitting your head on your fluffy pillow, but it doesn’t seem your eyelids could wait that long. just a moment into your mind buzzing to a quiet, you feel a shuffling next to you, and the thump of a bag next to your feet. you peel open your eyes to see who’s taken up the space next to you, and it was a miracle you didn’t splutter out loud. “hey, sorry i didn’t mean to wake you.” he whispers in apology, eyebrows furrowed in worry. you blink hard, trying to process exactly how handsome this green haired man is.

“no no no, don’t worry about it all.” you breathe, entranced by his jade green eyes and the flush of freckles on his cheeks.

“good.” he smiles, the corner of his eyes crinkling and you didn’t think that your heart could go at a faster rate. you clutch the bag in your lap and look straight ahead, praying your flushed face didn’t betray you. the lights of the city at night sped past you, and you were acutely aware of every movement around you, whether it be the drum of his fingers on his knees, or the slight brush of his large shoulders against your hunched ones. as he takes his leave, hoisting his bag onto his back, he wishes you a good night, and you watch him leave the bus with wonder in your eyes, and parted lips.

◞♡° HITOSHI SHINSOU ; the one in the airport you first notice him in line to immigration. tall and perfectly mussed purple hair, and he’s just somehow commanded your attention, even from across the hall. in fact he was three lines away from you. so you just looked at him, appreciated him, and went on with your day.

the second time you see him is walking towards your gate. The area was sparse of people, with a family of four in the corner and a couple walking along past you. you look up from your phone and notice him walking just in front of you, pulling along his suitcase behind him. your eyebrows shoot up for a moment, and you let out a small breath of laughter to yourself, wondering how rare this must be. he then turns a corner into the bathroom, and you continue along, wondering how far away your gate must be.

the third time you see him is in the coffee shop right across from your gate, as your waiting with your receipt for your name to be called to pick your drink up. tapping your foot, you look at the menu up behind the counter again, taking a more in depth look at the various coffees as you wait. in the corner of your eyes you spot a familiar head of fluffy violet hair, and your mouth visibly dropped open as you fully register who was ordering a coffee. it was the first time you saw him up close, and you were pretty sure your heart stopped for a solid moment. the tired stranger turns around and your eyes immediately dart to the sign behind him, in some sort of attempt to not look like a complete idiot. he saunters over to you (no, not to you idiot he’s just waiting for his coffee as well) and you freeze, heart pumping so hard you were scared it would break through your ribcage and tear through your skin. he stations himself next to you, and pulls out his phone to scroll through. it was kind of insulting to see him so relaxed and for you to feel like you were on the verge of a seizure. but what you didn't know was that he was squeezing his phone tight, peeking up at you through his lashes, waiting for your name to be called just so he could know what it was.