So Perfect! 😭💕

Cleaning Out The Refridgerator

Izuku never knew a life without his mother. It was always Inko and Izuku against the world. Izuku never once met his father Hisashi and he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Inko was everything Izuku needed and without her being at the forefront of his life, he’d never become the person he was. It was all thanks to his mother.

Inko died at the age of sixty. It was out of the blue and she had died of a heart attack. Izuku was only thirty-five. The day he got the call his mother had died was the worst day of his life.

His hero work kept him busy and he rarely got days off. Whenever Izuku managed to get the time, he’d always have dinner dates with his mother. It was clear Inko had appreciated those little moments together.

They’d cook together, catch up on life, and just cuddle for hours. They felt like the time they shared always slipped away and those moments felt so short even if they spent the whole day together.

Izuku and Katsuki got married at the young age of 20. They didn’t want to waste a moment and desired to experience all life had to offer.

When they were sixteen, they watched the other die. They knew how fragile and short life could be. Death was promised and they wanted to enjoy the life they had left.

Holidays and celebrations were always a grand event. Inko and Mitsuki would often hang out together, but having their family members join them for a party was an exhilarating experience. Every day, every moment, was lived to the fullest.

Izuku could say there was so much more he wished he could have experienced with his mother, but he was satisfied with the time he did have with his mother.

It didn’t make things any better, but having no regrets was something that made Izuku grieve his loss without any guilt laced with it. Izuku could miss the amazing woman Inko was and miss his perfect mother.

For months, Izuku was inconsolable. Katsuki did everything in his power to help Izuku through Inko’s death, but he couldn’t imagine the pain Izuku was going through. Katsuki loved Inko dearly, but he didn’t know what it was like to lose his mother. Katsuki didn’t even want to imagine a life without Mitsuki.

It was a random Friday when Mitsuki had invited Izuku over to have some tea and talk. It was nice to just talk to someone who cherished Inko just as much.

Mitsuki was crying, hugging Izuku. “I ran out of her pickled daikon radish! I don’t know what to do!”

Izuku paused, feeling something click in his mind. Even if Inko was no longer with him, there was something she did that no random person in the world could mimic. Inko’s cooking and baking were inimitable. The only person on the planet who could make Inko’s recipe was Izuku.

Izuku pulled back, his hands resting on Mitsuki’s shoulders. “I’ll make you some!”

Mitsuki’s eyes widen, blinking away her tears in surprise. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Yes, I’d love to make it for you,” reassured Izuku, his face filled with an excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Mitsuki seemed to melt, relief flooding her. “Thank you, Izuku. I can’t wait to taste it!”

Izuku grinned, quickly hugging Mitsuki again. “You won’t be able to tell I made it, trust me.”

The next day rolled around and a beautiful Saturday greeted Izuku. Izuku threw himself up and took over the kitchen. The windows were opened and the morning breeze lulled Izuku into a peaceful rhythm.

The sunlight warmed his skin, matching the warmth his heart felt while making the same food Inko happily prepared him when he was a child.

Katsuki walked over and instantly spotted the mess. Shaking his head with a small smile, Katuski made his way over. Wrapping his arms around Izuku’s waist, Katsuki pressed a tender kiss to Izuku’s temple. “What are you getting into?”

“Just cleaning out the fridge,” fibbed Izuku, knowing Katsuki wasn’t going to buy it.

“Sure and I’m not your husband,” remarked Katsuki, giving Izuku a gentle squeeze.

Izuku sat down the knife before turning around to hug Katsuki. “I’m making some pickled radish for your mother.”

Katsuki paused before a look of recognition crossed his face. “She’s probably over the moon knowing you can keep supplying her addiction. She’s obsessed with Inko’s pickled food for as long as I remember.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe I was so depressed I forgot that I can remake all the foods my mom made by heart,” chuckled Izuku, snuggling into Katsuki’s secure hold.

“Anything I can do to help?” questioned Katsuki, knowing the answer was going to be no, but he wanted to check anyway.

Izuku shook his head before pecking Katsuki on the lips. “Nope. This is quick and easy to make.”

Katsuki nodded before releasing Izuku. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Within thirty minutes, Katsuki heard a loud thumping in the kitchen. Rushing out, Katsuki watched as Izuku jumped in place, filled with excitement as he was chewing. Katsuki sank in relief upon witnessing the childlike joy written in Izuku’s expression and bouncing.

Izuku spotted Katsuki staring and quickly shoved the pickled radish into Katsuki’s mouth. Katsuki immediately could tell why Izuku was so excited. The crunchy yellow radish tasted exactly like the kind he had eaten his entire life. It was identical to Inko’s.

Izuku knew that if he kept making food that tasted identical to his mother’s, he’d never stop eating. If food was how he planned to keep his mother alive, he’d happily eat each meal like it would be his last.

“Good job, Izuku. It’s perfect,” complimented Katsuki, diving in for more.

“It’s so wonderful,” cried Izuku, following his husband's lead and eating more.

Inko may be gone, but for the rest of Izuku’s life, he’d never have to live a day without her beautiful, one-of-a-kind meals. Inko showed her love through food and Izuku would forever be grateful that homemade meals will forever be their thing. Even after death.

You’re Not That Special

Bakugo and his two lackeys, Yukimura and Sada, decided it would be a great idea to use Midoriya’s kindness against him. One day, Bakugo slipped a note into Midoriya’s locker asking for him to meet someone behind the school. Even if Midoriya knew it was a trap, he didn’t want to be rude in case it wasn’t.

Bakugo was waiting for him while Yukimura and Sada were hiding around the corner. Midoriya turned the corner, holding the note with a blank expression. He wasn’t nervous and he seemed far from interested that someone wanted to see him. The moment Midoriya spotted Bakugo, he apprehensively continued walking over.

Midoriya was interested, considering it appeared that Bakugo was alone. Bakugo apologized to Midoriya for everything, bowing to further convince Midoriya. Midoriya stared at him in shock, pleasantly surprised Bakugo was apologizing.

Midoriya wiped his tears. “I accept your apology, but it’ll take a while for me to forgive you. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Bakugo was genuinely baffled to hear Midoriya didn’t forgive him. Something about that drove his hunger. He wanted to play Midoriya until Midoriya said he forgave him. When Bakugo parted ways with Midoriya, he gathered with the other two and laughed. They got Midoriya good.

Time passed and Midoriya was like putty in Bakugo’s hand. Midoriya was easy to mold and manipulate. Midoriya genuinely gave Bakugo the benefit of the doubt once Yukimura and Sada backed off. Midoriya still wasn’t convinced, but he wanted to believe Bakugo was being sincere. Midoriya didn’t want to think Bakugo could stoop that low.

Midoriya was proven right. That in the pit of his stomach, something was wrong. It was a Thursday afternoon. Bakugo invited Midoriya to the back of the school again. Midoriya naturally agreed, seeing nothing strange about it considering Bakugo had been nice. Bakugo confessed to Midoriya, taking his small hands in his bigger ones.

Midoriya’s eyes went wide in bewilderment. His cheeks burned under the hot gaze of his childhood friend. Midoriya never really felt romantic attraction to Bakugo, Bakugo was a bully after all. Midoriya did admire him though, finding him to be a true symbol of victory. His determination and stubbornness never wavered in the face of an obstacle. If he wanted something, he’d get it by any means necessary.

Midoriya still couldn’t help but feel his heart beat pick up, the rapid thumping loud in his ears. It felt like a dream. Maybe he really could fall in love with Bakugo. The blonde did have a charm. Before he could do anything else, Bakugo tugged him in for a kiss. Midoriya squeaked, not appreciating being forced into a kiss he wasn’t prepared for. He didn’t even want to have his first kiss so early on in his life.

Before Midoriya could push him off himself, Katsuki threw him back. Midoriya was having whiplash from all the tugging and pushing, not surprised Bakugo was a bad kisser. When Midoriya’s dizziness subsided and he looked up to Bakugo’s face, the sincerity was gone. The soft expression as he confessed his love was gone. The haunting smile he wore a mere month ago was back.

“Wow Deku. You really thought I actually liked you? Pathetic!”

Yukimura and Sada came out from hiding, cackling like Midoriya’s humiliation was the funniest thing on the planet. Midoriya left dread hit him like a truck. The world stopped. His heart shattered as the last speck of respect he had for Bakugo disappeared.

Midoriya refused to cry, sucking back in his tears. He looked at Bakugo with pure, venomous hatred. “How dare you.”

“Huh? Can’t hear you if you keep mumbling fucking loser,” sneered Bakugo, leaning close condescendingly.

Midoriya hissed at Bakugo, enraged. “How. Dare. You. I knew you’d use whatever you could against me… but my own unpreparedness? I haven’t even forgiven you… and you thought springing that on me was funny?”

Bakugo swallowed hard. He had never heard Midoriya use that tone before. Midoriya’s face had never shown that much disgust before. Midoriya’s eyes never revealed that much rage before. Yukimura and Sada looked just as stunned, not expecting their “prank” to get that reaction. They expected him to cry like a baby and then run away like a heartbroken school girl.

Midoriya couldn’t hold back the tears as the betrayal chewed up his heart. “You stole my first kiss from me without permission—without any indication I reciprocated your feelings. Whether or not the feeling you showed were fake. I wanted to believe there was still some good in you… but Katsuki, you’re a horrible person.”

Midoriya left, holding his head high despite his shaking hands. His knuckles were white from how hard he tightened his hands. Midoriya’s jaw was clenched painfully hard, to the point it made his teeth ache. He was feeling too many negative feelings all at once. He left the campus of hell knowing he would erase his bullies’ existence from his memories.

The next day turned up and Bakugo, Yukimura, and Sada were pulling their usual douchebag stunts like they had before. Midoriya ignored them completely, controlling his overwhelming emotions. It wasn’t until they were dismissed for lunch that the inevitable confrontation occurred.

Midoriya rose from his seat, going to grab his bento when three very familiar chuckles met his ears.

“Deku.”

“Quite rude to ignore people talking to you.”

Midoriya looked up to meet the three with a scowl. He had no time to encourage their fragile masculinity and oppressive mindsets.

“Wow, that’s rich coming from you,” mocked Midoriya, his tone sarcastic.

“Woah. Seems like someone is actually upset,” teased Sada, pushing out his bottom lip to pout.

Midoriya tilted his head to the side and flashed a pissed smile. “Hardly. I’m more impressed you guys have reached a new level of ignorance.”

Bakugo stepped closer, a smug smirk on a his face. “Oo, you really got us with that one Deku.”

Midoriya’s eyes narrowed, his smile dropping in a deep frown. “It’s just an astute observation. Your response is irrelevant.”

“Someone sounds butthurt,” laughed Yukimura, crossing his arms. He was painfully proud of what he had just said.

Bakugo glanced at Yukimura, having a thought triggered by his comment. Smiling, Bakugo towered over Midoriya, failing at intimidating the somewhat shorter male.

“Oh, is this sudden attitude all because I stole your first kiss? Really, you’re throwing a tantrum because I kissed you?”

Midoriya saw red. What Bakugo had done was a form of sexual assault. Midoriya was rightfully pissed about being violated. Throwing a tantrum was the furthest thing from what he was doing. Midoriya drew a fist back and swung.

Bakugo flew back from the insanely strong punch to the nose. He could deep blood drip down, the throbbing overcoming the waves of pain from the punch. Midoriya stood over him, his stare unforgiving.

“Do not act like what you did to me was a childish prank. You live in this make-believe world that I’m obsessed with you. If you opened your eyes, you’d see I stopped looking up to you the moment you put down others to raise yourself on this stupid pedestal of “I was born with the most privilege”. Grow up. You’re not that special,” seethed Midoriya, rubbing his knuckles as he spoke.

Grabbing his lunch, Midoriya snapped his gaze to Sada and Yukimura. “If you ugly, pathetic, weak-quirk losers even try and mess with me after encouraging Katsuki to do what he did… I’ll castrate you.”

The two urgently backed away, covering their small manhoods in fear. Midoriya looked down at Bakugo to see his expression. All Midoriya could do was smile, relishing the sight of a mortified Bakugo. Midoriya stepped over him and walked out the classroom with a pep in his step.

When the two made it into U.A. Bakugo made sure to stay in his place when it came to Midoriya. While he still was aggressive and arrogant to some degree, he significantly toned it down. After all, Midoriya had cracked his high ego and defeated him solely with his tongue. Behind that happy-go-lucky persona, Midoriya was a grudge-holding menace.

So beautiful

June 9, 2022

Locker rooms

The Fatherless Pianist

Pianist! Deku (Contains MonoDeku and Hisashi Midoriya is dead)

Midoriya knew his dream was unrealistic. He knew that his brains alone wouldn’t assure a spot in UA. Still, it wasn’t impossible. He easily could have it all with a support system and a mentor. Yet, he was absolutely alone. He’d train his mind, pushing his mental and emotional awareness to it’s peak. He understood how the world worked and why people acted the way they do.

He found a peace in violence. He found a feeing of what it was like to be a hero through being bullied. He understood the fight or flight response, the adrenaline rush, the fear, and the impulse of immediately knowing what to do. He understood pain and remaining calm despite his depression, anxiety, and possible ADD issues.

Midoriya found contentment in a random store he saw on his way home through the quiet part of town. The doors were wide open as the sound of a grand piano rang through the bright streets. Midoriya found himself walking right into a beautiful music shop. A lovely woman, soft features with a look of passion, poured her whole body and soul into the chords and notes the piano possessed if touched just right.

Mesmerized, Midoriya stood in the doorway with his fists tightly gripping his book-bag straps. The woman felt his stare and quickly finished her piece and welcomed him.

“Hello! Welcome! How my I help you today?”

Midoriya immediately flushed red, waving his hands urgently. “Sorry! I just heard your playing and I came over here! I’m so sorry if I disrupted you or interrupted your peace! I just thought it was amazing and—!”

The woman let out a airy laugh, motioning for him to sit down. “Nonsense! I barely get any people to enter simply from my music. I’m more than happy to have someone who has a taste for piano.”

Midoriya wilted slightly, looking for the sheet music only to see there was none. “How’d you do that? Play without music?”

“My quirk! I call it Natural Touch! Basically, I’m a natural piano player. I can make a whole piece simply by moving my fingers to however I’m feeling!”

“Wow! Incredible!”

“Indeed it is. I have a feeling the fate brought you here. Now, sit. Let’s find your calling.”

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Two years passed and Midoriya was finally in his third year of junior high. Unfortunately the school year had just started and Midoriya was no where close to having his interaction with the sludge villain and All Might.

Midoriya was quick to clean his desk, wiping off the marker-written graffiti that was nothing more than unoriginal and overused insults with the new cleaner he purchased online. Tossing his bag over his shoulder, Midoriya rushed out of the school in a hurry. He had told the woman who he now called Sae-san he had finished his newest piece.

He had based the entire piece off of the overwhelming intoxication of needing to be perfect. It was like chasing after your dreams and seeing how far away it was but still rushing forward, wonderfully out of breath as you panted. It was almost as if you were running in a endless open field of beautiful flowers and lively green grass as the wind twirled and tugged at your hair. It was the struggle, the fight and pride bubbling in your stomach as you find a motivation inside your gut. It was a long and beautifully painfully journey. Short and swift moments that switched to tedious and serious clashes, the anxiety, and then the run. It was the home stretch where you admire the world around as you make it to the end.

Midoriya saw the beauty. He saw it all. Now he has put it into a beautiful piece to tell the story, to covey the emotions.

Running out the school doors, he failed to see his bullies waiting for him outside. For the group to see Midoriya run, it brought a smirk among their faces as they assumed he was trying to escape a beating. Midoriya was swift on his feet, somewhat similar to a beautiful fox. The group was surprised at his speed and agility. At some points they lost him and could only spot him when he was rushing through a long open area.

About three corners away from his destination, the bullies lost Midoriya. Frustrated, they settled on beating him up first thing the next time they saw him. Deciding that they could just hang out since they were all together, the group wandered around the area seeing all the small shops.

Soon, they arrived on the same block as the music shop, Midoriya’s location. Unaware of Midoriya’s presence, they mindlessly bought some snacks at a small convince store. As soon as they left the store, they sat down on a bench right outside the music store.

The bully with hideous long grey hair almost spat out his drink when he looked into the window only to see Midoriya. This, of course, caught the attention of Bakugo and the black haired douchebag. The other two looked just as surprised to see Midoriya.

Bakugo smirked as he went to get up. “Found you, worthless fucker!”

Holding Bakugo back by his arm, the black haired bully didn’t even spare a glance to the blond. “Hold up. Deku is fucking going to play the piano?”

“No fucking way,” snorted the grey haired idiot.

Bakugo lowered himself back onto the bench, a psychotic smile worn on his face. “Oh, this is gonna be pathetic!”

The two nodded in agreement watching. Suddenly a beautiful woman rushed over with a chair. Midoriya seemed surprised by her excitement, letting out a squeaking noise. The woman let out an airy laugh as he clapped.

Just like on the fateful day Midoriya met her, the windows were wide open along with the front door. The sun was shining bright as the sky was a beautiful shade of blue. Fluffy, lively clouds offered periodic moments of shade that came and went as they pleased.

Midoriya seemed to realize something as he shot up from where he was sitting and rushed behind the counter. The woman watched with a patient smile, unbothered. Midoriya returned holding a stack of papers.

The woman looked up at him in amazement. “Is... is this the sheet music?”

Midoriya eagerly nodded, handing the sheets to her. The woman was quickly to pull the pages apart and lay them out. He paused when she was dividing post-it notes. She gasped harshly as she stared at the nervous boy standing over her.

“Are these overlapping one another?”

Midoriya shyly nodded, motioning to the post-its. “Yes. Using a layering device, each of these chords will be overlapping and progressively being played over one another. After so many counts, the new layer will be able to be taken.”

The woman gasped, scooping up all the papers and cheering out in pure joy. “Genius! You’re amazing! Adding and removing layers to create a passionate and climaxing piece! The “building-up” style will be a moving one!”

Midoriya shook his head, waving his hands. “Well— yes! That was the whole goal but I wouldn’t call it genius! Besides, I wouldn’t ever be as amazing as you!”

“Having a quirk has absolutely nothing to do with talent and skill. You are a wonderful person and I’m grateful to have you be a part of my life. Now... play,” the woman nudged, resting a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder.

Midoriya nodded sitting down onto the bench. The woman looked at the papers before extending them out. “Do you need these?”

Midoriya offered a warm smile. “Nope. I actually printed them off just for you.”

The lady chuckled, holding them close. “Of course, I shouldn’t have expected any less of you than to memorize the piece by heart.”

Midoriya connected his device to piano and made sure it was working. After quickly changing a setting, Midoriya finally nodded and started the countdown. Nodding his head to the tempo he prepared his hands.

Taking a quick breath he started to play.

Simply tapping one note before randomly throwing in another for a while almost brought the bystanders to laughter. Midoriya picked up his hands as the notes continued the play while he quickly moved his fingers to add a layer. The process repeated, and repeated, and repeated.

The woman seemed just as stunned as his bullies. Their jaws hung low as Midoriya passionately played, eyes occasionally opening as he smiled. The wind picked up as the sun almost magically came out from the clouds, blinding everyone with Midoriya’s beauty and power.

The woman closed her eyes, body swaying to the music as he allowed herself to feel. She felt the struggles, the fear, the flight, and the childish excitement of his existence.

Midoriya suddenly cut off multiple layers with the single tap of his foot on an electronic pedal and was beginning to relayer all over again. It was a beautiful mess of emotion invoking chords and jumbles of notes.

The group of bullies hadn’t moved an inch, too entranced to do much of anything. They felt his music, his mind, his passion. It was oddly uplifting yet leaving them in a drowning feeling. The way Midoriya’s messy curly hair was picked up and tossed in the wind as his eyes were gently closed as his body pushed and occasionally ground forward with power. His head bowed and rolled to the music as every ounce of himself was the piece.

Finally he came to a stop before taking a deep breath and opening his eyes. Suddenly a present voice caught everyone off guard.

“Can I please take you out on a date?” a voice desperately asked.

Midoriya jumped, his whole body turning to see who had said such a thing to him even he already knew who. An average looking guy with short blond hair and blue eyes stood in the doorway with a smirk. He was wearing a stylish polo with some black ripped jeans. In his hand was a plastic bag.

Midoriya sighed, excusing himself from the shop owner. “Neito, why bother? I already told you—!”

“That I can’t like you because you’re quirkless. Unfortunately you can’t tell me who I can like. So I’m here to forcefully take you out on a date. First, I have some offerings.”

Midoriya couldn’t help but smile as he made his way over to Monoma. “What is it now?”

Monoma opened the bag and first pulled out a small object. “Hold out your hands.”

Midoriya raised a brow, hesitantly holding out his hands. Monoma quickly put the object in Midoriya’s hands only to reveal a beautiful crystal. Looking at it, Midoriya suddenly made the connection.

“Are you trying to woo me like penguins do?”

“Yes. Next.”

Midoriya waited patiently as Monoma carefully reached a hand into the plastic bag. Midoriya found himself growing nervous when Monoma started pulling his hand up, out of the bag. Holding a box he quickly got down on one knee and revealed a ring.

“Marry me!”

Midoriya stared at the boy blankly, watching the eager look in Monoma’s eyes as he looked as if he was about to shatter the box in his hand. Midoriya’s moment of shock passed and genuine embarrassment and joy rushed through him.

“Neito! We are 14! We can’t get married!”

Neito stood up, still holding the ring. “I don’t care! You’re a goddess and I’d be damned if I didn’t claim you!”

Midoriya couldn’t help but roll his head back as he was gasping for air. “Oh my god! You’re like a possessive puppy, that’s so cute!”

“Hey! It’s romantic and I won you over with the crystal!” Monoma declared as he took the ring out of the box.

The shop owner walked over with a large smile. “Consider it a promise ring if engagement ring doesn’t suit your fancy. Monoma, tell him the ring is a symbol of your love for him and your plans to marry him."

Midoriya gasped in betrayal, looking at the woman. “Nagisa! How could you!”

The woman, now known as Nagisa, laughed, “You need a boyfriend, girlfriend, anyone. Besides, I like this one, he’s a bit of a brat but isn’t scared to show his affection. You need someone like that.”

Midoriya crossed his arms, looking at Monoma stubbornly. “Well, I don’t know why you keep coming back. I’ve turned you down every time for the about the past half year. Why would you waste so much time on trying to win someone like me over?”

Bakugo was officially broken, his eyes wide as he was about to explode the soda tightly gripped in his hands. His lackeys on the other hand were trying to hide their guilt due to seeing the effect their actions have had on Midoriya. By hiding their guilt, it was more like stuffing their face with chips while watching the scene before them as if this was the best entertainment they’ve ever seen in years.

Honestly, it was unsettling for them all to see Midoriya be the one rejecting advances. They were especially surprised to see him openly say he was quirkless and Monoma ignore Midoriya’s explanations.

Monoma dramatically took Midoriya’s wrist and held the ring close to Midoriya’s face. “This ring is a symbol of my love for you and my plans to marry you. Whether or not you accept it, I want you to know that you are a dream. God, I couldn’t even imagine someone as perfect as you. Pretty, yet talented and dedicated. Shameless per say.”

Midoriya was breathless as the ring was slipped onto his finger. The words gently but sternly spoken to him seemed to sink deep. Midoriya felt relief wash over him as tears just started falling down his face. The two watching him sudden burst into tears freaked out, worried they upset him or went too far.

Midoriya laughed as he cried, ignoring the fact Monoma hadn’t been able to fully slip on the ring. “You idiot! Don’t talk like that.”

Monoma realized it was tears of... not a negative emotion and smirked. “Oh? But it’s true. I will marry you!”

Midoriya rolled his eyes, wiping his tears. “Alright. Then you’re willing to meet my parents then?”

Nagisa, who was now cackling, lowered herself to the ground. “Oh my god! This is why I love you Izuku!”

Monoma took a deep breath before standing in a “power pose”.

“Yes! I will do it! I will get their blessing.”

Midoriya nodded, walking to his book bag and digging inside it. Walking back over he held up a necklace with an odd shaped charm on it.

“Neito, meet my dad. Dad, meet Neito.”

Nagisa must have seen it coming as she started blasting disco music. Neito looked horrified while Midoriya smugly held up a necklace containing his fathers ashes.

Bakugo and the bullies felt their hearts stop as they’ve bullied someone who’s lost their father. To make it worse, they probably bullied him the day he found out his father died and throughout the course of him trying to cope with it.

Neito immediately panicked. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know that—!”

Midoriya waved his hand, ignoring the apology. “Lighten up. It was last year and I never met the asshole. We just got permission to have him buried over here after being cremated so me and mom just took some ashes to keep.”

Nagisa walked back over, holding a water bottle. “Yeah, I remember you coming in one day with a disappointed face. All you ever said was “my dad died before I even got to meet him. He just died. I’m literally thirteen.”

Neito seemed to chipper up, a genuine smile on his face as he looked as the necklace Midoriya was holding. “Just wondering... why don’t you wear it? You have it on a necklace.”

Midoriya shrugged, putting it into his bookbag. “Well, my bullies would probably take it from me and destroy it. They don’t really consider what I posses, they just want to ruin it.”

“How? Why? You’re amazing! What is wrong with those assholes?” Neito gasped harshly, his hands gesturing to sculpt Midoriya’s body.

Midoriya shrugged, finally admiring the ring. “I don’t know. They’ve all just treated me that way after I came out quirkless. I just don’t carry anything important on with me anymore.”

“So you won’t be wearing my ring?” Neito frowned, looking at the ring.

Midoriya smiled, taking his necklace and adding ring to the chain. Clasping the back of the necklace, Midoriya cheerfully held it up to show Monoma.

“See! I’ll always have it. Although, I will probably wear it all the time outside of school,” Midoriya suggested his plan.

Monoma smugly put his hands on his hips, pleased. Midoriya got nervous at that look, preparing himself. Monoma lunged at Midoriya, swooping the boy up and hauling him up bridal style.

“Bye, Nagisa! Im taking my fiancé out on a date.”

Midoriya shouted, reaching out for Nagisa. “We aren’t engaged!”

“You didn’t refuse my date proposal,” Monoma proudly pointed out.

Midoriya deflated, allowing himself to be carried out the store by Monoma. Nagisa happily escorted the two out before quickly telling Midoriya to play the piece for her again later. Midoriya rolled his eyes, agreeing to it as he was taken out of the store.

Midoriya sighed, looking up at Monoma. “Could you set me down?”

Monoma stopped walking, looking at Midoriya, “As long as you let me hold your hand.”

Midoriya couldn’t help but smile, looking up at Monoma. “Deal.”

Once Midoriya was back on his feet, he took off his uniform shirt to reveal a slim-fit solid red bishop long-sleeve tee. It was tucked into his pants and matched his res shoes. Throwing the uniform top into his bag, he turned to smile at Monoma.

“I just had to get off that uniform top. I wish I had planned on going out, otherwise I would’ve brought a full change of clothes. Anyway, lead the way!” Midoriya turned to flash a warm smile at the boy he was now dating.

Monoma couldn’t help but stare at Midoriya momentarily, grateful for the boy he finally achieved winning over. Taking the boys hand, Monoma smirked.

“Alright, you better get prepared. I’m about to take you out on the best first date ever.”

Midoriya smugly raised a brow, slightly squeezing back Monoma’s hand before walking forward to signal it was time to move. “Well, I’m waiting.”

Midoriya officially had caught each of his bullies by surprised. In more ways than one. All three felt anger. The problem about that was that they weren’t sure who it was directed at. Either way, Midoriya scored a sexy boyfriend and the envy of his stubborn bullies that refused to accept his success.

When you’re sick

Langst

Lance is sick, he’s caught something, not even the castle could detect

Within a day he could barely speak and get around on his own

When he went to bed he took out his contacts, put on his glasses, and knew that putting on a face mask would only be a hard wake up

The next day arrives and Lance doesn’t come for breakfast

Pidge remembered during training Lance needed to sit down

Hunk recalled Lance refusing to eat

Keith noticed the lack of speech from Lance

Shiro noticed Lance struggling to stand let alone stay still

Allura noticed his irritability, as he’s never one to get upset or act stuck up and not laugh

Coran noticed Lance never stayed around, yes Lance showed all those other features but the fact Lance avoided everyone shocked him

They were all concerned but rather than checking they wanted to let the whole team have a day off

Lance woke up his body practically stuck to the bed, swallowed hard as he struggled to breath

His hair curly again

His glasses in place

Slowly he sat up immediately coughing horribly

Throwing himself to his feet he fell only to stand by sticking to the wall

It felt like hours it took for him to reach the control room to ask for help

The door slid open to see Lance looking like a ghost

“Help.”

Just like that he hit the ground

I’m Good At Being Fake

Midoriya was given an undercover mission. Midoriya disappeared one week in, somewhere in the mess. Todoroki and Bakugo were sent in to try and find Midoriya. While it was clear sending them in was a bad idea, the hero commission pushed it anyways.

Bakugo didn’t want to go simply because it was Midoriya’s mission and if he was undercover of course he’d cut contact. Todoroki on the other hand didn’t want to go in case this messed up the mission on Midoriya’s side. If they made one wrong move, it could be the death of Midoriya.

It’s takes them a week to find Midoriya. It was exceptionally hard because of his disguise as a white-haired woman in her late twenties. Midoriya had a quirk physically change his body composition as well. His scars, freckles, and other notable feature’s were changed. The most important part was Midoriya was given a female reproductive system, breasts and all. While the goal was to slim down the body to hide muscle, Midoriya retained all the strength he currently possessed. Midoriya was a walking grim reaper in disguise.

They managed to infiltrate the building they tracked Midoriya down to. Their goal was to locate him and report his progress back to the hero commission. When they got into the security systems, they spotted Midoriya on the screen.

Midoriya sat stone-faced in his desk chair, no ounce of kindness present in his features. Todoroki and Bakugo shivered at the sight. Sitting in a chair before the desk was an attractive man around Midoriya’s scripted age. The man was a stepping stone for Midoriya, a gateway to the main target.

It seemed as if they missed a chunk of the conversation, but they managed to come in at a good time.

“How about you just tell me what you want?” grunted the man, leaning back in his seat.

Midoriya’s posture remained steady. His legs crossed and his hands were clasped, resting on his knee. His expression did not falter as he said what he wanted. “Fifty-fifty.”

Bakugo and Todoroki were momentarily taken aback by the clear change in voice. It was oddly fitting. Not to high, not too low. It was strong, but the tone of his voice was bored.

The man chuckled, rubbing his eyes. Midoriya didn’t like that reaction, his eyes darkening as he glared at the man. “As I am assuming you’re buying the shitty stuff… with your typical drug dealer markup. The margin of your profits should be about five times as much as I make drugging people under the pretense I’m a slutty prostitute.”

Todoroki paused, his gaze snapping to Bakugo’s. Neither were filled in on what Midoriya’s backstory was to his fake persona. They did not know Midoriya was a “prostitute” and “drugging people” to make money. In a way, neither could believe Midoriya was capable of playing such a difficult role. Midoriya never once seemed like the type of person to take up a gig such as the one he was currently participating in.

“If it’s not… something’s wrong. I’d be more than happy to offer my services to fix it,” offered Midoriya. His tone was strict and demanding. His gaze was sharp and piercing and he knew how to use his tongue to his advantage.

The man smirked slightly, staring at Midoriya. Todoroki and Bakugo weren’t blind, they could see the fool undressing Midoriya with his eyes. Midoriya didn’t flash an eye, not giving any attention to the mans advances. Midoriya had a goal and no drug-lord was getting into his pants.

“You know… Ruma. You look good behind that desk,” complimented the man, revealing Midoriya’s fake name.

Midoriya gaze remained the same, not feeding into his fantasies by showing interest. “Thank you.”

Giving Midoriya a look up and down, the man smirked slightly as he spoke. “Damn… you’d look so much better on top of it.”

Bakugo and Todoroki’s breaths hitched. This fucker was horny and wanted to fuck Midoriya on that desk at that very moment. There was no denying he had intentions of screwing around with Midoriya. In a way, Todoroki and Bakugo couldn’t blame him. They’d never pass up a chance to fuck their crush.

Midoriya’s eyes were like a predator’s, remaining focused on it’s prey. “We have a deal?”

The man bit his lip slowly as he looked at Midoriya and then back to the top of the desk. He subtly nodded, seeming too eager to get laid.

“Yeah. Yeah. We are good… precious,” flirted the man, his voice deep and husky.

As much as Midoriya wanted to ignore it, the seduction was working a bit. There was something so arousing about knowing someone wanted to wreck him like a beast. Despite the urge to gain friction between his legs, Midoriya knew he needed to continue playing hard to get. If he gave himself up to this man, the chase would be over and Midoriya would find himself in cold water.

Midoriya’s poker face worked like a charm. The man looked increasingly more aroused with every time his advances got rejected. Getting up from the seat, Midoriya smiled softly.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” finalized Midoriya, ending the conversation swiftly. Midoriya fixed the skirt of his dress before readjusting his hold on his purse.

Todoroki’s eyes slowly opened and closed, staring at Midoriya with an expressionless face. Bakugo’s eyes widened, giving Midoriya a double take. His hand reached up to cover his mouth as he continued to look Midoriya up and down.

Midoriya was in a skin-tight black dress. It was a square-neck with spaghetti-straps. The side of the dress had a slit going all the up to Midoriya’s hip. Once Midoriya stepped towards the door, his bright red stilettos were as clear as day.

Todoroki and Bakugo didn’t have much to report back to the hero commission after they stealthily escaped. All they could say was that Midoriya was alive and nailing his undercover roll. Midoriya even got them feeling intimidated and excited simultaneously. Midoriya would be back in no time.

I’ll Pass

Midoriya was a gem at UA High. No one really knew anything about the mysterious beauty that was best friends with Hatsume in the support department. Still, that never stopped people from blindly pursuing the teen. People were so ashamed when Midoriya rejected them that no one ever told their friends when they planned on confessing.

Countless people have been spotted slipping notes and talking with Midoriya in a quiet area. For some reason, it’s like an unspoken rule that being rejected by Midoriya is so humiliating that if anyone knew about it, it could send a person into a coma.

Class 1-A eventually caught drift of the mysterious beauty who was in the support department. Fortunately for them, they were given an opportunity to approach him without looking too weird. Aizawa, too lazy to deal with it himself, told his students to head to the department to discuss any modifications they needed for their hero costumes. For once, none of the students complained about his laziness.

“Oh, I’m so excited,” beamed Uraraka, happy to finally meet the boy who has the attention of the school.

“Me too. I think this will be a wonderful experience to get closer to the support department,” agreed Iida, unaware Uraraka was talking about meeting Midoriya.

Kirishima waved his hand with a smile. “I just want to meet this dude everyone seems to have a crush on!”

“Agreed dude! I feel like everyone in this school has tried to shoot their shot at Midoriya!” supported Kaminari, throwing his arms to the sky.

Mina looked over at Kirishima and Kaminari with an excited grin. “I bet he’s super sweet! That would explain why I haven’t heard anything bad about him!”

Uraraka nodded vigorously, clasping her hands behind her back. “It would be great to make another friend. I just hope he doesn’t blow us up like Hatsume does,” shivered Uraraka at all the memories of Hatsume’s gadgets exploding when she was around.

Bakugo rolled his eyes at his classmates. At the end of the day, they were a bunch of overly friendly idiots. Still, he was a bit curious to see Midoriya. Since he started UA High, he’d constantly heard about Midoriya, but never saw him

A part of Bakugo was left wondering how Midoriya felt. It must have been a jarring experience to go from being the laughingstock of Aldera Junior High to being the unachievable jewel of UA High. He knew that if he had been in Midoriya’s shoes, he’d kill anyone who asked him out. They were here to become heroes, not worry about pointless things like dating.

Taking the lead, Iida walked into the room. Hatsume happened to have a crush on Iida, so he was the best person to enter first. It seemed that Uraraka had already sacrificed Iida even if he hadn’t been willing.

“Iida!” cheered Hatsume, rushing over.

“Hello, Hatsume. I’m assuming Eraserhead has told you about us coming,” greeted Iida, bowing his head as he stepped in to let his classmates also enter.

Hatsume nodded with a bright grin. “Yeah, I got all hands on deck for class 1-A.”

Midoriya made his way over with a clipboard to where the class was waiting. “Mei, I finished up the blueprints to match your detailing.”

Hatsume grabbed the clipboard eagerly, flipping the pages. “Amazing work Izuku!” Seeming to realize that Midoriya hadn’t really interacted with the hero students in person, she started introductions. “Iida, have you met Midoriya yet?”

Iida was stunned, staring at Midoriya. He completely understood why everyone asked him out. Midoriya was gorgeous despite being arguably plain.

Short, but fluffy green curls with a mixture of black covered his head. His bangs were short and he had strips of hair by his cheeks that curled oh so perfectly. His eyelashes were long and helped shape his big round eyes. His cheeks were coated in freckles with four dark ones in the middle of both cheeks.

“No, I haven’t. It’s a pleasure to meet you Midoriya. I appreciate you putting up with us all year,” thanked Iida, bowing his head to show utmost respect. After all, the only reason they could be heroes is because of those in the support department.

Midoriya smiled charmingly at Iida before waving his hand. “No need to thank me. You hero students deserve the best gear so it’s our fault if it can’t handle the amount of work you’re required to put in.”

Iida grinned, feeling a bit relieved to hear they weren’t being blamed for damaging their gear. They were often reprimanded by their teachers for being reckless even though damage to their costumes should be expected. Nonetheless, Iida commented, “I never thought of it that way.”

“Well, start thinking of it that way now! It’s wonderful meeting you, Iida. I hope you see you around here more often,” chuckled Midoriya, happy to meet someone who wasn’t just interested in dating him. Besides, it was clear he liked Hatsume so he had nothing to worry about.

After introductions were carried out, Kirishima and Bakugo were assigned to Midoriya to gear repairs and upgrades. Uraraka and Mina shook their fist to the sky and cursed Kirishima and Bakugo. How come the good things in life never happened to them?

As Midoriya guided them to his workstation, they finally were able to get a good look at Midoriya. To the surprise of both Bakugo and Kirishima, Midoriya was muscular.

They assumed he was matching Hatume as he was wearing a black tank top. It showed off his developed arms and the outline of his abs could be seen because of the tight fabric. Anything lower was hidden by the baggy uniform. Midoriya had an All Might charm clipped onto one of the belt loops on his waist.

A pretty, red headband was tied loosely around Midoriya’s neck. Bakugo assumed it was to cover his nose and mouth when messing with the equipment. Kirishima on the other hand believed it was purely cosmetic. Midoriya seemed like the type of person to want to work in style.

Wanting to break the ice, Kirishima decided to use the only piece of information he knew about Midoriya. “Is it true you get asked out at least once a day?”

Not missing a beat, Midoriya smiled as he answered, “Not really, no,” as he pulled out his files on class 1-A’s hero suits.

“Wait, guys don’t ask you out?” asked Kirishima with wide eyes, feeling a bit betrayed by everyone who told him about the rumor. It wasn’t that he thought Midoriya was a disappointment after being told he wasn’t heavily sought after, but it seemed that everyone was in on a joke Midoriya wasn’t a part of.

A couple of seconds of painful silence passed. Midoriya licked his finger to begin flipping through the pages before smirking. Slowly raising his head to look at Kirishima, Midoriya clarified, “They do, I just don’t go.

The way those words effortlessly came out of Midoriya’s mouth with such confidence was perfect. Kirishima felt his face heat up and he quickly covered his face with both hands. “You are way too cool.”

While Kirishima was having the time of his life, Bakugo was watching in silence. It was nice to watch Midoriya being his true self without having to worry about being ridiculed. Besides, this was Midoriya’s territory and Bakugo refused to make the same mistake as he did in the past.

Choosing to keep his head down and mouth shut, Bakugo hoped Midoriya would continue to talk casually with Kirishima. He took it upon himself to distance himself from Midoriya, not wanting to bother him any more than he most likely already was.

“Thank you,” chuckled Midoriya as he found the sections about Bakugo and Kirishima in his files. What Midoriya was not about to tell the duo was that he’d already had this conversation a dozen times with all the people who tried flirting with him.

It was quiet for a moment. Kirishima was curious about who Midoriya was as a person, and it seemed that he had one question that would help him know what Midoriya valued. “Is there a reason why you haven’t accepted anyone's confession?”

Midoriya shrugged, putting the book down to look at Kirishima. “Not really. At first, I just wasn’t interested in the people that confessed and I wasn’t ready for a relationship. Now… I can’t trust that the person confessing wants to be with me or if they just want to see if they’ll be the lucky one who is picked.”

Sorrow overcame Kirishima, and he could not stop the frown from spreading on his face. He didn’t realize just how much this situation sucked for Midoriya. It never crossed his mind how Midoriya couldn’t trust that anyone truly loved him because asking out the mysterious support student became a trend.

“That sucks dude,” sighed Kirishima, rubbing his face.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Of course, all those stupid extras think it’s funny to play with someone’s feelings.”

“For real! It’s a shame,” agreed Kirishima, not noticing how Midoriya’s head shot up in Bakugo’s direction.

“You really shouldn’t call everyone extras, Kacchan. It leaves a bad impression,” teased Midoriya as he focused all his attention on Bakugo.

“Fuck that shit. I swear this entire school has always been testing our class’s patience, so I have no sympathy to spare. Now they’re treating you as a trophy which is fucking gross,” hissed Bakugo, crossing his arms as he let his overprotective side show shamelessly.

Midoriya let his smug grin slowly soften into a shy smile. He enjoyed having people stand up for him. While he enjoys the attention it brings him, he wishes the attention wasn’t simply objectifying him. He was more than a pretty face and a thing to win.

Kirishima’s jaw dropped. “Bakugo? You know Midoriya?”

Bakugo looked away from Midoriya and scoffed, “I’ve known this nerd since we were little brats.”

“Yeah, we just fell out of touch in middle school,” recalled Midoriya, trying to keep Bakugo from being a target of unwanted attention.

“That’s awesome! If you’ve survived knowing Bakugo this long, feel free to hang out with our class!” cheered Kirishima, ignoring the hissing of Bakugo’s quirk.

Midoriya was glowing as he accepted the offer. “That would be amazing! You all were awesome at the Sports Festival.”

As Midoriya turned all his attention to the suits, Bakugo felt comfortable enough to ask, “So, you still do all that analysis in your notebook?”

“Yeah!” answered Midoriya quickly, not bothering to look up from his stack of papers.

“Join one of our quirk training classes. You’ll be taking notes for the next week,” offered Bakugo, knowing his peers would appreciate a description of their quirk and ways to utilize and improve it.

Not only did Bakugo and Kirishima leave that room with the best model of their hero costume yet, but they also left with a new ally. They achieved becoming friends with the UA heartthrob and confirmed that he was a stunning and smart person.

It was safe to say class 1-A took Midoriya under their wing after he started hanging out with them. It also became a secret bet to see who Midoriya would end up dating. The highest bets were between Kirishima, Bakugo, and Todoroki.

Everyone lost. Midoriya ended up remaining single his entire time at UA High. He knew he was perfect and didn’t need anyone to prove it.

Be Careful When Showering

Midoriya had joined the girls on their biweekly spa day. Midoriya really appreciated the massages and pampering that came with self-care. Midoriya’s body had recently been aching and he needed a little boost.

While Midoriya was getting a manicure, the lady questioned him on his beat-up hands. Midoriya rambled about how he got all those scars and why his fingers were permanently crooked. The woman gasped while trimming his cuticles.

Midoriya made a mental note that the edge of his nails was sharp. He enjoyed how they were just as smooth as they were sharp. The ladies all showed off what they had done to their nails.

The morning following their day out, Midoriya was talking with them before lunch. The guys stuck nearby, curious about what Midoriya was doing with the girls.

“Oh, do I have a story for you,” announced Midoriya dramatically.

The group focused their attention on him, beyond curious. It wasn’t often Midoriya wanted to share something, he was usually a listener. They were beyond excited.

“So I’m washing my ass… and I’m washing it very fast,” revealed Midoriya, being very blunt about the situation.

Hagakure and Jiro would barely contain their laughter. It caught them so off guard, they had to fight for their life to hold back. Mina and Momo were very invested, needing to know where this ass-washing was going. Uraraka and Tsuyu were relieved to hear Midoriya washed his ass, unlike some guys. Sometimes they worried for their friend's sanity with how little he takes care of himself.

Meanwhile, all the guys listened with dropped jaws. They couldn’t believe Midoriya was talking about washing his ass in front of the girls. That wasn’t something casual that Midoriya should talk about like it was a normal Tuesday.

“And since I just got them done yesterday and they were smooth but sharp…,” Midoriya took a moment of silence.

The girls already knew what was coming.

“Do you know that I stabbed my asshole,” announced Midoriya, immediately looking away in shame that he literally cut his butt because he was in a rush.

Mina clapped her hands and nodded. “Welcome to the club.”

“Happens to the best of us,” sighed Jiro, unable to stop her laughter.

Meanwhile, Bakugo was beyond amused, having to hold himself back from making fun of Midoriya. Todoroki was a bit too innocent and wanted to know how it was possible for his nail to stab his asshole. Kaminari and Kirishima had to excuse themselves, unable to hold back laughter.

It wasn’t until the next day that Midoriya found out some of the guys overheard. Todoroki walked right up to Midoriya and dropped the question.

“How’s your butthole?”

Midoriya was mortified while anyone else around was now paying full attention to the duo.

“What?” screeched Midoriya, unable to hide his fear.

“You’re butthole? You stabbed it the other day, right? I was wondering if you are doing okay,” replied Todoroki, genuinely concerned for his friend.

Midoriya’s hands moved so fast to cover his face you could hear the smack. “Oh, my god. You heard that.”

Todoroki nodded, pointing his thumb behind him. “Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari were also there.”

Bakugo nearly choked on his breakfast and was visibly angry Todoroki snitched on him. “Hey! Don’t drag me into this!”

“Kacchan! You heard too?” Midoriya was on the verge of barricading himself in his dorm room for the rest of his life.

“Unwillingly,” lied Bakugo, trying to save himself however he could.

Kaminari shook his head. “Don’t lie! You were eavesdropping like the rest of us!”

Bakugo sent off some explosions. “You’re dead Dunce Face.”

Midoriya was already passed out on the ground by the time all the boys stopped fighting. And yes, he has a scar.

I wanted to release this much sooner but the backgrounds were very troubelsome to do… Anyway, I am really glad I finished this! (∗∕ ∕•̥̥̥̥∕ω∕•̥̥̥̥∕)