Guys Help There’s This Girl Next To Me Who Keeps Talking About Her Worms And Putting Her Face Near

You better write those fics we talked about 😈

oh god im scared

bakugo always preferred the company of women over men. Being raised by Mitsuki, he was used to loud and opinionated women.

In class he’d always get annoyed when guys would repeat a girl’s idea louder and get credit.

#bakugoisafeminist

You know he’s always ready to square up with Mineta whenever he says anything disrespectful.

When he defended Uraraka at the sports festival some of the other guys started to suspect that he liked her.

God, were they wrong.

“What the hell Shitty Hair!?” Bakugo exclaimed after Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari had confronted him in the locker room.

“Well we’ve seen you guys talking and stuff so..” Hanta trailed off.

Little did they know that Bakugo and Uraraka both had eyes for the same person.

(lowkey like the nico thing in percy jackson lol)

If ghosts were real—well, Bakugou didn’t believe in ghosts, but if they did exist—they lived in the spaces people left behind.

And you happened to have left behind too many.

It wasn’t just the obvious things. Not the clothes still folded in your drawers, untouched. Not the way your books still sat on the shelves, the spines cracked from overuse, the pages filled with notes in the margins. Not even the stupid coffee mug you always used, the one you once swore made everything taste better, still sitting exactly where you left it on the kitchen counter (because it had his and your face printed on it).

No, the spaces you left behind were quieter. More insidious.

Like the empty seat across from him at the dining table, where you used to sit, eating straight from the pot that one night because, “Why dirty another dish?”

Like the sound of the bathroom door not opening in the morning when he’s actually using the toilet—dammit, you didn’t even have the care in the world to give your boyfriend some privacy—the absence of your muttered complaints about how the water took too long to heat up.

Like the other side of the bed, cold and untouched, where he still reached out in his sleep, half expecting to find you there. Anticipating to hold you closer to him.

Grief was a strange thing to Bakugou.

It wasn’t like pain. Pain was easy. A broken rib, a busted lip, the sharp sting of impact—those things, he knew how to handle. You grit your teeth, you clench your fists, you keep moving. That was what you did. That was the kind of man he was.

But grief wasn’t like that.

It wasn’t a punch he could take and shake off. It was a weight pressing down on his chest, invisible but suffocating. It was the silence of an empty apartment. It was the echo of your voice in his head, the way his brain still filled in the blanks in conversations you should have been part of.

It was standing in the grocery store, staring at the shelf, reaching for the brand of tea you liked before stopping halfway, fingers hovering in the air, before dropping his hand back to his side.

What was the point?

He hated how much space you had taken up in his life. Hated how even in your absence, you still lingered, threading yourself through his routine, his thoughts, his goddamn muscle memory.

But more than anything, he hated how much he wanted it to stay.

Because if ghosts were real, then maybe—just maybe—you weren’t completely gone.

He hadn’t cried. Not when he first got the news. Not when he stood at the funeral, jaw locked so tight it ached. Not when he walked through your apartment alone for the first time, every corner of it filled with your presence, your things, the remnants of the life you lived.

But tonight, he was exhausted.

Physically. Mentally. It comes down on him like something tangible, something inescapable—all at once.

And for the first time in a long time, he spoke into the silence.

“…This is fucking stupid.”

His voice was hoarse, rough from disuse.

Nothing answered.

Of course, nothing answered.

Still, Bakugou exhaled sharply, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “You’d be so pissed at me right now.”

The quiet stretched.

Bakugou let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Tch. You always said I was too stubborn for my own good. But look at you. Still haunting me, huh?”

His eyes flickered to the couch, where you used to sit cross-legged, laptop balanced on your knees, pretending to listen to whatever bullshit he was ranting about while actually getting work done.

A strange, bittersweet feeling lodged itself in his chest.

“…You remember that time you swore up and down that ghosts were real?” he muttered, voice quieter now. “I told you you were full of shit.”

Silence.

His fingers curled into fists. “Kinda wish you were right.”

No answer. No sign. Just the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the faint buzz of the city outside the window.

But in the quiet, he thought—just for a second—he could hear it.

A breath. A whisper of movement. The sound of something shifting just out of sight.

He knew it was nothing. Just his mind playing tricks on him.

But still, Bakugou closed his eyes, exhaled, and let himself pretend.

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HIII I love ur smaus and the way you write the characters are just ,,,,,jdjdjdjjs anwyas,, could u mayhaps pls do a Bakugou x romantically oblivious reader?? I just think the dynamic would be hilarious LOLL !! ty and hope u have a great day/night!! :)) <33

wait, are you flirting? | k. bakugo

bakugo is very obviously into you. you think he's just a strangely intense friend.

mha characters dream roles if they were theatre kids hcs!!

lmk if you want a part 2!!

(me mixing my anime and theatre obsessions together)

my requests are open!!

Katsuki Bakugo

he’s an overachiever so i’m thinking Jean Valjean from Les Mis

Or Jesus in Godspell

Shoto Todoroki

idk for some reason i can see him playing George Washington in Hamilton

Sky in Mamma Mia is another option for him though

Izuku Midoriya

Grover in the Lightening Thief

Boq in Wicked

Ochaco Uraraka

Cady in mean girls

also definitely can see her as Hope in Anything Goes

Kyoka Jiro

Lydia in Beetlejuice

Wednesday in the addams family

Denki Kaminari

Kristoff in Frozen

Dewey Finn in School of Rock

Momo Yaoyorozu

Catherine Parr in Six

Mary Magdalene in Jesus Christ Superstar

Neito Monoma

JD from heathers (no arguments can be made about this)

Billy Flynn in Chicago

Mina Ashido

Elle Woods in Legally Blonde

Little Red Riding Hood in Into the Woods

Eijiro Kirishima

Jack Kelly in Newsies

King Triton from The Little Mermaid

MHA CHARACTERS AS RANDOM SHIT ME AND MY FRIENDS TEXTED EACH OTHER

@misssprinkles @matcopii

uraraka + mina

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jiro + momo

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shinso + monoma

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sero

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bakugo

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iida + denki

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jiro

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kirishima

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Izuku

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Denki

me and toga - velvet ring C:

I NEED IT AJSKSK. anyways raegan in the house !!

OMG HI POOKIE I LOVE YOUUUUUUU

anyways on with the story.

toga x ua student oc

btw chat this will be very angsty so buckle up

Raegan always knew that she wanted to be a hero. Since the moment she was born, she knew that it was her goal to make the world a better place.

She worked unbelievably hard, was insanely patient and kind to everyone she met. Eventually she got into UA and her goal of making the world into a better place was finally getting a kickstart.

When the LOV attacked UA, Raegan noticed that she was distracted. She saw the girl with blonde hair that they called a villain, but what she saw was anything but villainous.

A few weeks later, Raegan was wandering around the city, when she saw the league again.

Her instincts were screaming at her to run, but her feet were glued to their spot on the pavement. Her heart raced as the group got closer and closer to her.

“Hiiiiii!” Before Raegan could truly process what was going on, the blonde girl’s face was just inches away from her own.

“Hi.” Raegan mumbled, not fully aware of what was happening.

“You’re really cute! What’s your name?” The other girl said. She was in a school uniform and looked to be around her age. Why was this bubbly teenage girl hanging around a group of the most dangerous individuals in Japan.

“thank you,” Raegan blushed at the unexpected compliment. “I’m Raegan. You?”

“Himiko Toga!”

From that day on they’d meet at the same spot and just talk. It was an escape for both of them. Raegan got to complain about UA without feeling like she was being ungrateful for the opportunities she had there.

This relationship would continue for a few months. Talking for maybe a bit longer than they should, glancing for just a second too long to be friendly. Hands lingering after hugs a little more than platonically.

Of course, nobody wanted to address the elephant in the room. Toga was a villain, and Raegan was training to become a pro hero.

One night when Raegan was getting up to go, Toga grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“I love you.” Toga said, barely above a whisper, her gaze fixated on Raegan’s lips.

Raegan’s eyes widened, and she took a step back. Sure, she loved Toga, but she wasn’t ready to be anything more than what they already are. They couldn’t be anything more.

“I-I’m sorry.” Raegan shuffled backwards, avoiding eye contact. Toga let go of her hand.

“Join us.” Toga bursted out. “The league I mean.”

Raegan began, “no Toga, you know I ca-”

“Why not? You always complain about school.” She said, more angry.

“because. It’s wrong, I’m not a..” Raegan trailed off.

“A villain? A monster? Is that how you see me?” Toga nearly shouted, tears welling up in her eyes.

“No, it’s not like that-” Raegan started.

“No, don’t worry I get it.” Toga interrupted, leaving Raegan speechless as she stormed off.

They both knew it’d never work, and they both left that day feeling like fools.

They wouldn’t reunite again until Toga’s funeral.

Raegan had boyfriends, husbands even, but none could compare to the blonde that she once had.

Asui

idk what you want me to write about asui but i’ll just do headcanons of what it’d be like to date Tsuyu Asui!

She’s very wholesome so most of your dates would probably be cute picture worthy ones

For your first date she’d take you to a flower field to have a picnic

i personally hc her as a lesbian

i feel like she’d probably be into the whole cute decorated letters and artsy gifts that aren’t too flashy but are a testament to how much thought and effort she puts into her relationship

i feel like she’d probably have really good perfume recommendations for some reason

i might add more later!’

part 3 of music listening headcanons for mha characters!! (non class 1a students edition!!

also please please please give me requests i will write whatever scenario or mha character you want

also i don’t think i’ll do another part unless someone requests it

Hitoshi Shinso

He is a car seat headrest fan

He will deny it for eternity though

His favorite song is Feel The Pain by Dinosaur jr

He also likes sparklehorse

Tamaki Amajiki

Elliot Smith lover

His favorite album is The Velvet Underground and Nico

into niche/ indie music but not a gatekeeper

Neito Monoma

With this boy’s ego, his favorite song is We Are the Champions by queen

he loves Marina and the Electra Heart album and does not realize that it is satire

he is pretty open to any genre as long as it sounds good to him

Mirio Togota

he’ll listen to just about anything, he’s not a complainer

especially likes david bowie and his flair

His favorite song is Girls on Film by Duran Duran

Nejire Hado

Her and Mina are very similar but she’s a bit more vintage

Her favorite Song is Duvet

Loves Kate Bush

Itsuka Kendo

She likes pop and rock the best

Her favorite band is the Breeders

The Cranberries is a close second though

Shihai Kuroiro

emo kid

his favorite bands are Three Days Grace, Ice Nine Kills, and System of a Down

knows the entire collide with the sky album by heart

Ibara Shiozaki

Her favorite band is Slowdive

In general she has really good music taste

Her favorite song is Sea Swallow Me

Fiona Apple fan for sure

Pony Tsunotori

For some reason i feel like she has really 2020 music taste

Cavetown, Mother Mother, Carolesdaughter, etc.

she’ll eventually grow into cooler music

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Black Sabbath is his favorite band

In general rock is his favorite

he has listened to every song by Van Halen

Can I request an established relationship with katsuki x reader where reader has a healing quirk, but whateber injury she heals, she feels a fraction of the pain and drains her own energy.

she had to heal a lot of civilians in the mission and katsuki finds her before she passes out

Borrowed Pain

The battlefield was finally quiet. Smoke and dust still clung to the air, the acrid scent of destruction mixing with the metallic tang of blood. It had been a brutal fight—villains tearing through the city like a wildfire, leaving behind wreckage, wounded civilians, and far too much loss.

But you had done your part.

Your hands trembled as you pressed them against another injured civilian’s body, your quirk flickering to life in a soft, golden glow. You gritted your teeth as their deep gash slowly sealed itself shut, your skin prickling with the familiar burn of borrowed pain. The moment the wound disappeared, a sharp sting lanced through your own abdomen—a phantom pain, a fraction of what they had endured, but enough to make your breath hitch.

You had lost count of how many people you had healed.

Your body was barely holding together. Each time you healed someone, it took something from you—your energy, your strength, your stability. The worst part wasn’t even the fatigue; it was the cumulative pain, layer upon layer of injuries you hadn’t actually sustained, but still felt as if you had. Your arms ached as if they’d been broken and reset a dozen times over. Your ribs throbbed with phantom bruises. Your head was spinning from the strain.

But you couldn’t stop.

Not when another civilian, a mother clutching her unconscious daughter, was crying out for help.

Not when people needed you.

You forced yourself forward, dragging your heavy limbs across the debris-littered ground. You sank to your knees beside them, nearly toppling over from the sheer effort of staying upright. The little girl was breathing, but her leg was bent at an unnatural angle. Fractured, at the very least.

You exhaled shakily. “I’m going to fix her,” you murmured, mostly to yourself, because the mother’s sobs made it clear she wasn’t hearing anything beyond her own panic.

You placed your hands on the girl’s leg and summoned what little energy you had left. The glow of your quirk was duller now, weaker. You weren’t even sure if you had enough in you to mend the break.

But you had to try.

The moment the healing process started, a searing pain shot through your own leg. You bit down hard on your lip, trying to suppress the strangled sound of pain that threatened to escape. It felt like your bone had snapped, like the marrow itself was burning—but then, after a few agonizing seconds, it was gone.

The girl stirred with a soft whimper, her leg whole again.

But you—

The world tilted violently. Your vision blurred, colors bleeding together in a hazy mess. You tried to push yourself up, to move onto the next person, but your limbs refused to cooperate.

Your heart pounded sluggishly in your chest. You could barely feel the ground beneath you.

Too much.

You had given too much.

Your body swayed, and just as you felt yourself pitching forward, a voice—loud, rough, unmistakable—cut through the fog in your mind.

“The hell do ya think you’re doing?!”

A pair of strong arms caught you before you could hit the ground. The scent of burnt caramel filled your senses, familiar and grounding. Katsuki.

You wanted to say something, to reassure him that you were fine, that you just needed a second, but the moment you met his gaze, the words died in your throat.

His expression—fierce, scowling—was betrayed by the sheer panic in his crimson eyes. His hands, calloused but warm, cradled you carefully, as if afraid you’d break apart if he held you any tighter.

"You overdid it again, dumbass,” he growled, voice thick with frustration. “I told ya not to push yourself like this!"

You tried to smile, tried to play it off, but even that was too much effort. “People needed help,” you mumbled instead, eyelids fluttering.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, his jaw clenching. “And what about you, huh? Who the hell’s gonna help you when you’re passin’ out on the goddamn street?!”

You had no answer.

Because, deep down, you hadn’t even considered yourself.

You had only been thinking about them.

Your head lolled against his shoulder, exhaustion wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. Your body felt weightless and unbearably heavy all at once, limbs refusing to respond, breath shallow and uneven.

Katsuki tightened his grip, as if he could physically hold you together with just his arms alone. His heart was pounding against your cheek. “Don’t you dare pass out,” he muttered, shaking you slightly. “Oi, stay with me.”

But you couldn’t.

You fought it—really, you did—but the darkness was already creeping in, dragging you under. The last thing you felt before everything went black was Katsuki pulling you closer, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the icy numbness in your veins.

And the last thing you heard was his voice, raw and desperate.

“I got you, alright? Just—fuck—just stay with me.”

*-*-*-*

Your eyelids felt like lead, heavy and unyielding, but the warmth pressed against your side was familiar. It anchored you, coaxing you from the depths of unconsciousness. The air was different here—cleaner, free of smoke and dust, carrying the faint antiseptic scent of a medical ward.

You stirred, your body protesting with a dull, lingering ache. Every muscle felt wrung out, every nerve frayed at the edges. A low, irritated grunt sounded beside you.

"'Bout damn time you woke up."

The voice—gruff and unmistakable—sent a wave of relief through your foggy mind. You managed to pry your eyes open, blinking against the dim light. Katsuki was slouched in a chair beside your bed, arms crossed, brows furrowed in a scowl that didn’t quite hide the tension in his shoulders. His usual hero gear had been replaced with a simple black shirt and sweatpants, but he still looked battle-worn—his hands wrapped in gauze, a faint bruise darkening his cheekbone.

"Katsuki…?" Your voice came out hoarse, your throat dry and sore.

His scowl deepened. "Yeah, dumbass. Who else would be here watchin’ your reckless ass?"

You tried to push yourself up, but the moment you moved, a sharp pain lanced through your limbs. Katsuki was there in an instant, his hands firm but careful as he eased you back against the pillows. "The hell do ya think you’re doin’? Lay the fuck down."

A weak chuckle escaped you. "I feel like I got hit by a truck."

"Yeah? Well, servin’ yourself up on a silver platter like that’ll do that to ya." His voice was gruff, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed something deeper—anger, frustration… concern.

You let your head rest against the pillow, exhaling softly. "How long was I out?"

Katsuki hesitated, then muttered, "Almost two days."

Your eyes widened. "Two—?" You tried to sit up again, only for his hand to press firmly against your shoulder, keeping you down with surprising gentleness.

"I swear to god, if you don’t stop fuckin’ movin’, I’ll tie you to the damn bed."

You huffed a tired laugh but obeyed, sinking back. "What happened?"

Katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. "You pushed yourself way too far. You were burnin’ up, shakin’ like a damn leaf. Could barely fuckin’ breathe." His fingers curled into fists. "You scared the shit outta me."

That last part was muttered under his breath, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it. But you did. And it sent warmth blooming in your chest, even through the exhaustion.

"I just…" You swallowed, throat tight. "People needed me."

"Yeah? And what, you don’t?" Katsuki snapped, eyes flashing. "You think you can just keep throwin’ yourself away for everyone else and it won’t fuckin’ matter?"

His words struck something deep inside you, something raw and unspoken. You had always known the risks of your quirk. The cost of healing. But you had never really thought about what it did to you—only what it did for others.

Katsuki dragged a hand down his face, exhaling hard. "Look, I get it. You wanna help people. That’s what heroes do. But not at the damn expense of your own life, dumbass."

You hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don’t know how to stop."

For a moment, he just stared at you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then, with a sigh, he shifted closer, resting his forearms on the edge of the bed. "Then I’ll make sure you do."

His voice had lost its usual bite, softened into something steadier. A promise.

You met his gaze, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself lean into the warmth of someone else’s care.

"Okay."