Me After Episode 4:

And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content you have known me

-The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint

errands for mom

bakugou is the type of guy to show up at your door with flowers in his hand and shoo you out of the way with his hips and rummage through your kitchen like he owns the place (maybe he bought the building just to know you’re safe) and before you know it he’s whipped up a three course meal (“none of that small ass portions!”) and you ask why such a fancy dinner date on a random thursday

“We held hands for the first time two years ago today, you idiot,”

loving you is bigger than my head | Izuku Midoriya

“It’s not all hero work, I guess. I like, um, I guess I like to learn.” He shrugs. He’s never really had to think about it before. His dates like to talk about his hero work, and everything after that happens in the bedroom, “I just like to fill my head with things. I like learning about quirks, how they work, how they can change the more you use them.”

“I guess we’re not so different, then. I like to fill my head, too.” You agree. His eyes meet yours, a little surprised. He wants to know if your heart is as empty as his, if you can be enough to fill each other up. 

Notes: hiii this is my first time writing for Izuku, so I’m a little nervous about this one. I really want to do him justice, but idk!! Idk!! Ummm this’ll probably be my last long fic for a while because classes start on Tuesday. But anyways I hope u enjoy it!! Thanks for reading<3 (title is from pool by Samia)

Warnings: f!reader, 18+, minors DNI, injury, blood, some angst

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A normal day for Izuku Midorya, better known as the number one hero, Deku, is as follows:

He wakes up at four a.m. and goes for a jog. He sits on his couch. He scrolls through the various apps on his phone. He takes a long shower. He does not eat breakfast, and he is at the agency by seven a.m. He patrols with Kacchan in the morning, where his best friend forces him to drink the coffee and eat the bagel he picks up for him on the way there (even though Kacchan swears that the barista has a crush on him and sneaks him extra food in the morning). The two of them are back at the agency by 11, where two more heroes take their place. Midoriya does paperwork until his lunch break, where he eats something that would make Kacchan pass out if he ever saw him eat it. He does his afternoon patrol at 3 p.m. with Uraraka, and then he goes home. On a good night, he gets two to three hours of sleep each night. He wakes up and does it all over again.

Sometimes, Midoriya’s days change. Sometimes his friends drag him out for a drink. Sometimes he takes a girl home. Sometimes he wonders if this girl will stay this time. She never does. 

Midoriya has lived with an empty heart for most of his life. He has lived with a deep ache inside, one he believed would go away after becoming a hero, after saving lives. It never has. 

As a younger hero, Midoriya turned down dates with people who actually liked him in favor of picking up extra hours at Endeavor’s agency. He missed any opportunity to find someone who may have wanted him because he was just Izuku and not Deku. 

Now that he’s here, now that he’s at the top, all he wants is for someone to be there with him. 

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after a tearful hug from your maid of honor, she returns to her seat so bakugou can approach the mic set up next to you and izuku’s table for his own speech, his hands in his pockets.

he clears his throat, then surprises literally nobody by starting with, “m not real big on public speaking.”

a laugh ripples through the crowd of your family and friends.

“so i’m just gonna let deku do all the talkin.”

you turn to izuku with a curious look, half expecting him to stand up, but he only shrugs in response, a divot between his brows as he shakes his head a little. there’s some rustling as bakugou withdraws his cellphone and takes a moment to scroll through it, as if hundreds of people aren’t watching him with dubious expressions.

but then, izuku’s voice crackles through the speaker. “hey, kacchan! you’re probably still on patrol, but i just...”

izuku’s voice is muffled by traffic, the wind, and his own heavy breaths as he walks through it, but even as a few words get lost to the noise, it becomes unmistakably clear that he is describing your first date.

where you ate, how you wore your hair, the way you tilted your head to show you were still listening when he started to babble — and how that only made the babbling worse.

“and i know i’m doing it again now, so i’m gonna hang up, but i just wanted to tell someone — tell you, i mean — that i think... i might’ve found the one.” his laugh is somewhere between bewildered and embarrassed. “that sounds crazy, doesn’t it?”

you turn back to your husband with a slack jaw and stinging eyes. his face is vermillion, but his smile is unrestrained.

I think if given the opportunity Mitsuki would snap up the wonder duo for the fashion world

and I would thank her for it

pretty in pink 🍡

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to