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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader

This is my first fic ever, I really like poly fic and we never have enough of them, especially a/b/o poly fic with a beta/alpha reader. I am so tired of omega!reader x alpha!character.

I will be honest, i have a terrible memory so i don’t remember everything about MHA and the characters, so they will mainly be depicted as my interpretation of them (don’t jump me if they are ooc). I will be trying to keep the reader’s appearance vague but I do see reader as woc (specifically black woman)

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut

Your first heartbreak came when you presented as a Beta. Growing up, you had always longed for the kind of perfect love your parents shared—an alpha and omega perfect bond. But no one expects or wants their child to present as a Beta. Though the notion that Betas are anomalies or dysfunctional is outdated, society is still built by and for Alphas and Omegas. Betas, they say, are never anyone’s true mate. Often considered the least desirable partners, they typically marry each other.

Many believe Betas are incapable of experiencing the deep, passionate love that Alphas and Omegas do. They can’t soothe with their pheromones or detect the subtle emotional shifts of their mates. In a world where Omegas smell like ripe strawberries ready to burst with sweetness and Alphas carry a warm, intoxicating scent of amber and spices, Betas seem to fade into the background with their dull scents.

So, you never expected to catch the attention of one of Japan’s most famous packs. Despite it being everything you ever fantasized about, a lifetime of solitude has left you a misfit, struggling to belong, even while yearning for the warmth and connection of a pack.

Chapter 01

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I’m aware that the synopsis didn’t really focus on MHA and the characters, but I think it’s a nice way to show my plans for this fic. I haven’t written the first chapters yet because I wanted to see if some people would be curious enough to like this post.

Regardless I will be writing it, just don’t expect regular updates. I am terrible with deadlines 😭

Criticisms are always welcome !!

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers !!

Ahhhh!! hello! Okay so you're literally the first person i've ever sent an ask to, kinda nervous.

But, im just popping in to say i love your work!! like seriously. :,)

Uh....no clue what else to say but i hope you're doing well!!

Thank you so much for your message, glad you like the fic so far.

I have been doing well, I have exams coming up and I have to find another internship soon, so I am just really busy.

Still working on chapter 11 though, and I’ll just say I really love it when you guys send ask or just comment. I love to see y’all reactions after a chapter.

Hope you are doing well too anon !

So good news, I am done with chapter 10. I just need to edit it and then I’ll drop it tonight.

I struggled writing it so much, and I didn’t know where to end it but I finally got it. Other good news, this chapter was initially around 4K words but I ended up cutting it into two chapter, so chapter 11 is mostly done too. So I shouldn’t take a nearly 3 months break anymore. I hope you guys are still interested in this story. See y’all later !!!

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (05)

Hi ! Hope you’ll enjoy this!

Warning: cursing, nsfw/smut

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

04 <- 05 -> 06

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This chapter is just smut, it can be skip for those who aren’t interested in reading it! If that’s the case, see you next time !

The minute Kirishima finally brought Todoroki home, he found himself shoved against the door. Todoroki was frantic, his impatience palpable, as if his entire being would combust if he didn’t feel Kirishima’s hands on him—if he didn’t claim his red-haired mate’s lips with his. He had tried so hard to keep his composure after the doctor fled his hospital room, he swallowed down the needy ache in his chest and ignored the damp slick soaking his pants as they passed the hospital’s front desk. He did everything he could to not hump the car’s backseat, by clutching the seat with white-knuckled hands.

But now, within the comfort of their home, with nothing left holding him back, that restraint snapped. He pressed against Kirishima with desperate force, his hands restless and hungry for more. One moment, his fingers clawed at the hem of Kirishima’s shirt, eager to slip beneath and feel the heat of his skin against his; the next, they tangled in his red locks, pulling him in for an eager kiss. All he knew was this—Kirishima’s taste, his lips, his touch, and the searing fire between them. The feel of his hardness against him was a lifeline, yet it was nowhere near enough.

“Shoto… your room,” Kirishima murmured, voice rough and unsteady. “He’ll kill us if… we ruin the living room.”

Todoroki rolled his eyes, irritation flaring at Kirishima’s attempt to slow him down. He could blow up the whole damn house if he wanted—he couldn’t care less. He didn’t bother to reply instead he buried his face in his mate neck, inhaling as the sweetness of mango and the brightness of passion fruit flooded his senses. Sun-drenched, rich and sweet mango entangled with the playful sharpness and brightness of passion fruits, sending thrills down his spine. Usually, Kirishima’s thoughtful nature was endearing, something he loved about his mate, but right now, it was just getting in the way.

He couldn’t help but nip and bite at Kirishima’s skin, his teeth grazing over the fading mate mark he’d left before. Each kiss and scrape carried a hint of impatience as his hips rolled against Kirishima, seeking any relief from the heat clawing through him. The soft whimpers and moans escaping Kirishima's lips sent a surge of pleasure through Todoroki. An insatiable need gripped him, swelling stronger with every heartbeat. It felt unbearable without Eijirou’s hands on his bare skin. He couldn’t stand the distance between them— everything in him urged him to remove every barrier separating their skins.

Before he could act on that impulse, Kirishima grabbed him by the wrist with a firm hold, dragging him toward the bedroom. Todoroki didn’t want to waste a single moment on the short walk to his bedroom, but his protests died in his throat as Kirishima pulled him inside. Swiftly, Kirishima stripped himself bare, tossing aside shirt, pants, and underwear—to be lost somewhere in the room. The sight of Kirishima naked, made Todoroki’s gut twist hunger. He felt his pulse pounding, each beat echoing in his chest and in his throbbing dick that had been crying for attention for so long. A sultry grin spread across his face, pleased by the sight.

Everything after this was a blur. Kirishima’s lips crashed against Todoroki’s, and even the roughness, the edge of pain, felt delicious in the moment. He hardly noticed Kirishima stripping him down, leaving him naked under his touch, skin met skin—feverish and flushed with lust—, as they tangled together. Kirishima’s hands were everywhere, gripping his waist, roaming along his back, and threading through his heterochromatic hair before trailing down to tease his sensitive nipple, igniting sparks of pleasure with each touch.

He only registered being laid down on the bed when his head met and rested on a soft pillow. His body moved instinctively as he spread his legs, pulling Kirishima closer and trapping him against him. Throbbing and leaking cocks pressed against each other, each straining for more. One again, their lips collided, the kiss deepening into a messy, ravaging frenzy—an unrestrained clash of mouths and mingled breaths that left no room for thought, only desperate moans and whimpers slipping away between kisses.

His hips bucked up as Kirishima began to open him, sliding his fingers into his slick, needy hole. His moans were swallowed by Kirishima’s mouth, in response, he spread his legs wider and rocked his hips insistently, trying to force his mate fingers deeper, to urge him faster.

“Eiji… stop teasing me,” Todoroki demanded, breaking their kiss. His voice was rough and trembling, and his words were a heated mix of command and plea.

“I just want to take care of you—you’re so sweet to me,” He murmured, voice thick with desire.

His gaze softened as he took in Todoroki’s flushed cheeks and parted lips, savoring the sight before him. A pleased, almost possessive purr rumbled in his chest as he trailed soft kisses along Todoroki’s forehead, cheeks, and neck, each one filled with a tenderness that barely masked the passion simmering beneath its surface. His fingers slid in and out of Todoroki’s demanding heat, slow and deliberate, coaxing out every shiver and whimper.

But Todoroki’s patience was running out. The gentleness felt too sweet, too slow, and he craved more—something only Kirishima could give him in the moment. When Kirishima added a third finger, Todoroki’s back arched as a loud moan escaped him, but it still wasn’t enough yet again. His hands gripped Kirishima’s shoulders, fingers pressing in, desperately pulling him closer.

“Enough of this—just take me already. I’m ready for you. I need you, now.” Frustration bubbled within him, it shouldn’t be that hard to get fucked by his mate.

With an apologetic smile, Kirishima aligned himself and pressed his cock against Todoroki’s entrance. The first stretch was painfully slow but breathtaking, and he shut his eyes tightly, surrendering himself to the sensation of his mate filling him up completely. The tingling pain was exhilarating, blending into waves of pleasure that left him breathless as Kirishima pressed deeper. The first thrust was blissful, a long-awaited relief that pulsed through him. Each rough thrust that followed sent sparks of ecstasy racing through his body, igniting every nerve as he arched into the sensation. Todoroki felt so full, so utterly taken; every time Kirishima hit that perfect spot inside him, his eyes rolled back, and he let out a high-pitched moan. The feeling was mind numbing, an electric rush that made him clench around Kirishima’s cock, stripping away any trace of his mate's initial caution.

“Eiji… yes, so good, so good… always so good for me,” Todoroki gasped, his words spilling out between moans and whimpers. His voice was thick, slurred, and barely coherent as he lost himself in the pleasure. “More, give me more!” He said with each syllable trembling with burning need.

Kirishima’s breath caught at the praise, almost sending him over the edge. It clouded his mind, driving him wild with the need to hear more, and made him chase his own relief now. He happily obliged to Todoroki's demand, fucking him faster and harder than before.

Once again, Todoroki's eyes shuttered closed as a chorus of "yes" and "more" echoed in the room. The sound of wet skin slamming against wet skin was deafening, the air heavy with the intoxicating scents of juicy mango, ripe berries, plump passion fruit, and hot honey intertwining around them. Yet, amid this burst of fruity aromas, Todoroki recalled the events of earlier that day. He couldn’t shake the image of the alpha—your confused eyes, filled with uncertainty, your finger grazing his nipple and sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. The taste of your skin, sweet and tantalizing, lingered on his tongue as if your essence was still with him and your scent. Somehow, just remembering it made him feel as if he could smell it—a mouthwatering peach scent that grew sweeter and richer as your body had responded to his touch.

Visions of you flooded his mind, his heat-fogged brain unable to resist picturing you there with him and Eijirou. He wondered if you tasted as sugary as you smelled, how much sweeter your peach could be, and if the scent would grow thicker, sun-drenched, and decadent at your core. Images of you sitting on his face, burying him between your thighs and drowning him in your pussy as he devour you like a starved man, all while Eijirou fucked him rough and relentless, filled his thoughts.

His tongue rolled out at the thought of this, ready to taste this imaginary pussy, while his desperate yet barely contained pleas for you lingered on his lips, and mixed with his cries to his mate. The words “Alpha, please! Eiji, don’t stop! More, more, more, alpha!” pounding in his mind.

Todoroki came in a silent scream, tears pouring down his face.

This chapter is once again too long. I wanted to include the heat sex scene and then the events that follow, but the smut ended up being too damn long.

I’ve never written MxM smut before, so I really need you all to tell me if it was worded poorly or came across as weird. It is so much more difficult to write smut than I thought 😭. Like I couldn’t decide between dick or cock, so I did both. I am not really satisfied with chapter to be honest, some parts are greats but others are too descriptive. I feel like. So, I count on you to give me feedback about this. Like seriously, don’t leave me hanging guys😔

I think Kirishima is the kind of lover who’s too worried about doing anything that might hurt his partner. I imagine he'd be so concerned that, at some point, you’d just have to push him onto his back and take control, fucking in the way he was too afraid to fuck you. But all that hesitation crumbles once you start fucking him though. Mister 'I’m just so scared I’ll hurt you 🥺' gets completely lost in the moment, gripping your hips so tightly it’s bruising as he thrusts into you, fast and hard. It’s funny how he gets so needy so fast once he’s buried inside you. His mind is blissfully clouded, utterly consumed by you, every thought turning to puddles at the way you envelop him—so warm, tight, and intoxicating

It doesn’t take much for him to get pussy drunk, looking up at you with a stupidly dazed expression as he sweetly pleads for a kiss…

But let’s save some of this for later.

This is me complaining, but anyway: I hate when people write poly fics with allegedly reader x character AND character x character, but they completely forget that the characters are in a relationship outside of the reader. We don’t see them do anything as a couple before the reader is included. It makes no sense and makes the story feel more like a harem (which I enjoy occasionally, but it's not what I'm looking for in a poly fic). So yeah, the boys are going to fuck without the reader. Multiple times, just so you know!

I didn’t do any cliffhanger this time, shame on me. But what I am supposed to do after a 1,5k words smut ?

This is a long ass note again, my problem is I work on those chapters a little bit every day, and everyday I have some shit i want to say, so the note keeps getting longer and longer.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

04 <- 05 -> 06

My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist

Taglist: @too-much-gacha ; @electronicexpertshark ; @poopopp ; @cjdjfhfhfufjfdj ; @kimi01985 ; @icycoldbeanieweanies ; @ghostlyworld ; @marsbars09 ; @queenondeezmatatas ; @imnotherw ; @bedheadloser ; @chrisbiniesluvrr ; @fsocs-blog ; @jadeddangel ; @qardasngan ; @omgeyeless-blog ; @goldenglow149 ; @andysteve1311 ; @pinkmelodies ; @hopefulb1ue ; @redkarmakai ; @zukusluvr ; @navezepol221 ; @candiiee ; @aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaq ; @mniya ; @randomhuman112 ; @mintvender ; @deadendgrim ; @captainswanarcher ; @figbaby ; @midnight-nightmare ; @bluepatrolbear ; @talilosha ; @bawlangya ; @optimisticprime3

As you may have guess, there will be no chapter this week and the next one too. I have exams coming up and ngl i might be cooked 😭

So yeah, I’ll try to not fail and in the meantime I hope y’all doing ok !

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (07)

Don’t think I forgot about the chapter! I took an unplanned nap earlier, but I still made it (from where I am, it’s still five minutes before midnight, so technically, it’s still Monday)! This chapter was tough to write and edit (tough is an understatement 😭), but here we are! I think as I’m trying to write longer chapters, they’re becoming significantly more work (especially when I try to do it all at once). Hope you enjoy this one too!

Warning: cursing

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

06 <- 07 -> 08

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When Todoroki arrived at the hospital, he paused at the entrance, his gaze fixed on the bouquet of dahlias in his hand. The vibrant petals stood out sharply against the sterile white surroundings of the building, and for a moment, doubt crept in. Was this a mistake? Should he have stayed home? Couldn't he have just sent an apology email or made a call instead? Why was he here, standing in front of these doors? Doubts filled him, but just as quickly as they appeared, they were pushed aside. Something about this moment—about seeing you and apologizing face-to-face—pulled at him in a way he couldn’t explain. It felt necessary, like a weight he couldn’t ignore. The urge to make things right, to apologize properly, tangled with an unclear mess of emotions, stronger than his uncertainty. The thought of seeing you again was both tempting and terrifying, and he couldn’t quite understand why.

With a deep breath, he steadied himself, taking one last look at the bouquet before stepping forward. His body seemed to move almost on its own, urging him forward as if it knew better than his mind. It felt pointless to resist, and he hated not fully understanding himself. Usually, everything was clear and simple, but now, the confusion, the unknown, and the awkwardness destabilized him.

Clutching the bouquet like a shield, Todoroki walked through the unfamiliar halls. Nurses and staff gave him curious glances—heroes usually arrived with an ambulance, not alone—but he ignored their stares as he normally did when he was in public. His focus was solely inward; his heart was racing, fast, too different from its usual calm beat. As he tried to compose himself, he knew this wasn’t just nervousness; it was something else, something hard to name. Todoroki could barely distinguish it, buried under so many feelings and the he closer he got to the hero wing, the more intense the feeling became. He was painfully aware of how each steps made his pulse race, and him self-conscious of his heart pumping loudly in his chest and ears.

When he reached the front desk, he paused for a moment, swallowing, preparing himself and trying to stay composed, as the receptionist looked up at him, briefly eyeing the bouquet before offering a polite, practiced smile.

"Good morning, how may I help you?"

"Good morning," Todoroki replied, his voice quieter than usual, and he mentally shook off his awkwardness before continuing. "I was here a few days ago, and… I was wondering if it would be possible to see the doctor who was in charge of my care during my hospitalization."

The receptionist’s fingers hovered over the keyboard as he typed. After a few seconds, he turned his attention back to Todoroki. "Of course. If you have questions about your treatment or would like a follow-up consultation, Dr. Hasegawa would be happy to schedule an appointment with you."

Todoroki nodded absentmindedly, but his thoughts had already wandered. Dr. Hasegawa... So that was your name. It floated in his mind: Dr. Hasegawa, I’m sorry for my behavior, he thought, trying to figure out what he would say when he faced you. I apologize for acting so inappropriately. Please let me make it up to you... maybe I could buy you a coffee after work?, but he immediately dismissed the thought.

Todoroki barely noticed how tightly he had been gripping the bouquet, the delicate stems pressing into his fingers, but he didn’t loosen his hold. He was still lost in his thoughts, and he couldn’t understand why he felt so anxious, on top of that, now the flowers seemed like such a strange gesture. When was the last time he’d bought flowers for anyone who wasn’t his mother? He couldn’t even remember. Maybe for Bakugo? That one time? Giving you flowers seemed more and more odd with each passing second, but he knew he couldn’t just throw them away now. A small part of him was still wondering if the flowers colors would truly match your eyes, as he had imagined back in the flower shop.

This was supposed to be a quick visit, just to apology to you. He was only here to make amends—no need for coffee or flowers, no need for anything beyond that. And yet, there he was, dahlias in hands, and feeling a flutter of anticipation building in his chest, an unexplained excitement buzzing through him.

“He’s currently in a consultation but should be available to meet with you in about twenty to thirty minutes. Will that be alright?”

Todoroki blinked, startled. He? There was no he.

“My doctor was a woman,” he said slowly, his brow furrowing in confusion.

The receptionist looked equally confused by his words, and he checked his computer before replying. "No, the doctor who treated you was Dr. Haruto Hasegawa, and he’s definitely a man."

There was now way he could have been wrong, he was sure of it and in his memory of the moment, although blurry , he could still clearly remember you: your eyes, your hair, the curve of your lips, your hands—everything about you had looked so pretty in his eyes. He was certain it was a woman who clung to his mind, like a shadow he longed to fade with time.

“There must be some mistake,” he said, sure of himself. “A doctor came to check on me in the afternoon and I saw her, it wasn’t a man.”

“In the afternoon?” The receptionist frowned, his tone taking on a slightly exasperated edge. “It says here that Dr. Hasegawa treated you in the morning, and he was in surgery all afternoon.” His gaze flicked back to Todoroki, the growing impatience evident. “Doctors don’t usually handle post-treatment checkups unless it’s an exception.”

This just didn’t make sense to Todoroki and as he opened his mouth to argue further, the receptionist’s expression shifted. His eyes lit up, as though he’d just pieced together a puzzle.

“Wait a second,” he said, fingers flying across the keyboard once again. “It was probably Nurse Asuna Shimizu. The nurses handle most of the checkups after treatments, and according to your file, she was assigned to you during your stay.”

For a moment, Todoroki faltered. He had been so sure it was a woman—but whether you were a doctor or a nurse? He wasn’t certain anymore. Now, he wondered if he’d completely missed the pastel pink of your hospital scrubs. After all, he hadn’t exactly been focused on your uniform that day—his attention had been caught by... well, everything else about you. You were a vivid image against the foggy backdrop of his memory.

“I guess you’re right. I might’ve been mistaken,” he admitted reluctantly, though uncertainty lingered in his voice. “Would it still be possible to see her?”

“Of course,” the receptionist replied smoothly. “I’ll call her now, she should be in the break room, so it won’t take too long.”

As the receptionist made the phone call, “An ex-patient wants to see you again, probably about his treatment I don’t know. It’s a pro hero.” Todoroki stood there awkwardly and stiffly.

The unfamiliar ticking of anxiety crawled through his veins, unraveling his nerves with every heartbeat. His held his breath every time he heard footsteps approaching from behind, and he fought the urge to whip his head around, afraid of appearing too eager or worse, desperate.

The wait stretched on endlessly, and he stared blankly at the sterile hospital walls as he tried to keep his thoughts from spiraling. His palms felt clammy, and his throat dried out despite his repeated attempts to swallow. The stems of the dahlias, crushed and fragile beneath his restless fingers, bore the burden of his agitation and he prayed silently that his jittery state wasn’t so visible to anyone nearby. When the receptionist finally spoke again, Todoroki felt the ground shift beneath him.

“Oh, Asuna, you’re here. Here is the patient who wanted to meet with you.”

Todoroki froze. The wave of emotions that had been brewing all day—restlessness, anticipation, and fear—crashed over him all at once as his breath hitched. This is it, he thought, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Slowly, he turned around, as though he was bracing himself for the sight of you while the memory of your sweet peach scent tugged at him like a siren’s call, and demanded him to turn faster.

Todoroki’s heart sank at the sight of the nurse. The woman who approached wasn’t you; her hair, eyes, height, and face bore no resemblance to the seared image of you that he held in his mind. But the most glaring difference, the one that sealed it instantly, was her scent.

Scents were undeniable markers of identity—a fact anyone with a decent nose understood. It wasn’t usually a big deal; people were described as “the omega with the citrusy scent” or “the Alpha who smells like coffee beans,” just as casually as someone’s hair color or complexion might be noted. But your scent had been different. He wasn’t sure if it was his premature heat that made him more sensitive, but it had struck him like a physical blow, enveloping him completely and commanding his attention in a way he hadn’t been able to shake since.

The soft lavender and floral notes emanating from Nurse Shimizu weren’t unpleasant, sure, but they didn’t come close to the syrupy sweetness of peaches that had lingered around you. That scent—your scent—felt addictive, disorienting in its intensity, and it had burned itself into his mind more than he liked to admit. Whoever Asuna Shimizu was supposed to be, her scent clearly told him she was not you and definitely not an alpha too. Nothing about it poked and tease his omega like yours had.

Todoroki’s stomach twisted with a bitter ache. He felt foolish for expecting anything different. Maybe you were purposely avoiding him, and who could blame you? He had acted so shamefully during his heat, basically threw himself at you, and let his instincts overshadow his judgment. His mate's breaking your face had only made things horrifically worse. He was so focused on seeing you again that he forgot how serious the situation was and the guilt he felt soared from this realization, which only made him feel even more disappointed in himself. He had been acting so strangely over the past few days, wondering about trivial, selfish and superficial matters instead of how his actions impacted you. He know from experience how a punch from Kirishima could knocked you down and how disgusting unwanted sexual advances felt.

"Nurse Shimizu," Todoroki began, after he approached her maintained respectful distance. "I understand if your colleague doesn’t want to see me again. My mate and I behaved inexcusably, and I want to offer my sincere apologies. Please let her know she can contact my agency if she wishes to seek any form of compensation." He said, serious, measured and polite as possible, wanting to cause any further trouble for you or, what he assumed, your nurse friend.

It took Asuna a moment to piece everything together, before realization flashed through her eyes and she stepped closer to Todoroki, lowering her voice so only he could hear.

“When were you hospitalized?” she asked, her suspicions growing clearer after his response. Her fingers anxiously tugged at the edge of her sleeve as she pressed on, her tone tinged with nervousness. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Dr. L/n, but... is there any chance we can keep the hospital out of this? I know I shouldn’t have asked her to cover for me, but... whatever happened could be sorted out privately, right?” She let out an awkward laugh, clearly unaware of the incident between the pro hero and you, and her focus instead on ensuring her little escape from work remained unnoticed. Her eyes flickered around the room to check no one could over hear her little confession before they landed on the bouquet in Todoroki’s hands, a spark of curiosity breaking through her tension.

“Are those... flowers?” she asked, her voice a little lighter, in a terrible attempt at shifting the topic after the lack of response from Todoroki.

He blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Yes. Could you give them to her? As an apolo—"

Before he could finish, the nurse interrupted him. "She left early that day and hasn’t been back since. But I could tell her you want to see her when she is back ?” She offered.

The words hit Todoroki like a brick. You weren’t here. You hadn’t been here for three days, and it was undeniable—he was the reason for your absence. He had spent so much time thinking about you since arriving at the hospital, yet the truth slammed into him again: his thoughts had been filled with peaches, warmth, and beauty, while the reality was far darker. He couldn't escape the image of your tears, the memory of his unrelenting grip on your wrist as you tried to leave, the sickening sound of Kirishima’s fist connecting with his face, and the heavy, metallic scent of your blood staining the hospital’s sterile white floor. Now, all he could see was the wreckage he had caused you, and the painful realization that perhaps the only apology he truly needed to offer was leaving you alone.

Don’t tell me you thought it would be that easy. The reader is over there thinking her life is over, and you think she’s just going to go back to work?

Todoroki is a mess in this chapter, blushing and acting bashful like a high schooler with his first crush (this will make sense later). But, I didn’t want to downplay what happened to the reader too much. Todoroki should at least be aware of the consequences of his actions. I thought ending on a serious note would provide a nice contrast to the silly ending of the previous chapter. God I hope I didn’t write myself in a corner but I think I’ll make it work.

I think we’ve seen enough of Todoroki for now—next chapter will focus on Izuku! I know Todoroki may seem like my favorite character in this fic since, aside from the reader, he’s had the most POV chapters (probably more than the reader), but surprisingly, he’s not actually my favorite from the group. Don’t worry, though. I’m not playing favorites in thisbdix. Everyone will get their fair share of attention and dedicated chapters. We’re just starting off with a lot of Todoroki.

2,2k words, the chapter is extra long as an apology to the wait. Oh yeah, I am still waiting on the polls results but I’ll be honest, I maybe just decide for something else.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

06 <- 07 -> 08

My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist. This taglist is lowkey getting out of hand 😭

-> If you want to tag in the next update, check out the taglist post !

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Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // 06 // 07 // 08 // 09 // 10 // 11…..(soon)

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As always, thank you @cafekitsune for the stunning dividers

Y’all, it is so embarrassing to write fic sometimes. I cringe every time I try to write the character hooking up or falling in love.

There won’t be any calling reader “kitten” or “bunny” in my fic, bc i will rather die than write unironically. Just reader, I don’t know for the rest of the characters yet

By the way, a new chapter of Learning to Belong drops in an hour!

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

So I did lie 😭

But again this was me on my first chapter post.

I need to find the fire, I used to have it at the beginning. I was writing every days. I had a job for 2 months and it fucked up my rythm 😭

This is what capitalism does to people, it kills their fire

Alright, next chapter is coming out this weekend. I have a shit tons of work from uni and since I am moving out of the country this summer, I have to get all my thing in order.

But it’s coming, probably late night Sunday

Guys I didn’t abandon this fic.

Good news, I have been working a little bit on the next chapter. I am already at 2k words so that’s one might be the longest.

I am not giving you a date bc I already lied too much on this page 💀

But just know it’s coming, next chapter we’ll see more of the pack dynamics and hopefully we’ll have the pack officially meeting Reader in like 3 chapters.

So yeah, I am not dead and this fic isn’t dead either.