Izuku, I Miss U

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Roomate!Sero headcanons

See a little blurb abt first meetings here!

Sero is definitely the best roommate of the gang I think. Maybe kirishima could be first but he def wakes u up with his protein smoothie shit

Fairly clean! He doesn’t leave the kitchen a mess, cleans up food if he ordered in or if he had the guys over however. What he will not do is take out the trash.

No one knows why. He just doesn’t touch it. He will 100% just let it overflow.

One time you went away for a while to visit family and came back to the trash bin completely full and a new bag halfway just sitting on the ground next to it.

“You know i probably saved this country from being run by the mafia at least a dozen times! I think the least you could do to thank me is to relieve me of trash duty” 🙂‍↕️

He isn’t a stoner in this AU but I do think he smokes the za. He def has joint pain (man has tape dispensers for elbows, that’s gotta cause issues) and gets hella bad migraines and he also lives a very STRESSFUL WORK LIFE pls let this man have a joint every now & then

His decor style is pretty decent too! Mainly just hella warm lights. You guys have a rule abt the big light. It never turns on.

Also has plants everywhere

His room is more personalized: broken skateboards on his wall, plants, still hella lamps and warm table lights, records on the wall from artist he’s never heard of (Jiro gave them to him) , black bedding (I’m thinking kinda like this but brighter)

He’s a Pro hero but I always see Sero has being more of an underground pro. Just in the sense that he handles like discrete drug and weapons oppressions where he can’t really be in the spotlight.

Def goes undercover a lot and is fucking good at it to. (He likes playing male believe)

Incredibly irregular schedule. Sometimes he’ll come home at 5pm and you guys maybe hang out then the next morning you’re seeing him coming back again…

“The mafia doesn’t sleep and neither do I sweetheart”

Calls you nicknames but the tone in which he does it makes you think nothing of it until…. You catch feelings. Bc that will happen living with him.

/##/ izuku gets bitten!

pre - spider-man drabble about izuku getting bitten in front of you, but no one thought anything of it

CW// nothing really, fluff, mentions of being bitten and spiders ofc, broad science depictions (i ain’t doing allat), reader is mentioned to study maths, gender neutral reader. 750 words

spiderman izuku au m.list

izuku midoriya has never done anything reckless in his life, in fact, he is the safest person anyone could know.

don’t get me wrong, he will throw down his life to protect people (even though he can’t even pack a punch), but when it comes to day to day lifestyle? he does not play a single thing risky.

which is why when he suggested to sneak into the science lab to carry out some research, your eyes nearly bulged out of your head.

“shush, we are going to get caught!” izuku panicked as he started jotting down observations in his book, some fluid you could not bother to pay attention to when he listed the chemicals he was sloshing together now oozing out of a skinny tube.

“i literally did not even say anything.” you deadpanned, sitting next to him as he kept looking over his shoulder as if he was committing a felony.

“look!” he sudden blurted out, a bright smile warming his face with eyes that were slightly crazed with knowledge, darting around his experimental contraption.

in all honesty, you didn’t even know what you were looking at. you studied maths and while science was slightly up your ally, you did better in a calculation than a scientific observation.

so, you pretended to understand, nodding sweetly and humming, causing izuku to blush furiously as he looked at your gentle smile.

always so understanding, you were.

izuku had always thought you were nothing short of breathtaking, of course, he never said this outloud, with the fear of ruining the friendship, and hell, you both have been friends for a while, even back when katsuki was a big bad bully (not much has changed in your opinion).

regardless, he’s chosen to keep his feelings to himself, a lovely mystery that tormented his heart and his freckled cheeks for every time he looked into the abyss your eyes held, or you helped him with a ridiculous math problem or even when you both walked to the dorms together.

“ah!” you suddenly screamed, frantically moving away from your desk as far back as possible.

“what?! is there a teacher?!” izuku panicking alongside with you, despite his heart of gold, he was a chronic panicker.

“no, even worse, a spider! oh my goodness, it looks.. green?! hell no!” you shouted, ignoring izuku’s desperate pleas to keep quiet and calm.

“it’s fine, i’ll take it out!” izuku reassured, looking around to locate the spider.

‘there!’ he thought to himself as he found it on the corner edge of the desk, placing his hand out while using the other to softly scoop it up.

he smiled to himself as he brought it closer to him, seeing the way your face relaxed and you started walking up to him slowly, gratitude shown explicitly in your expression.

he loved it.

he felt like your protector, provider, like your man.

it was stupid and extremely outdated but he couldn’t help but fall into those uber-clique roles when he fantasises about being with you.

i mean, was it so wrong to want to be your man?

your hero?

just then, he felt a sharp pang from his hand, provoking a sharp shout to escape his lips.

then, a rush started to flow from his palms to all over his body, it felt like his insides were on fire but also slightly cool. it was as if he was injected with lukewarm water that was flushing his veins.

then, it just stopped.

“are you ok?!” you ran to him worriedly, swatting the spider away from him and stomping its poor body as it landed on the ground as you looked into his eyes with care.

is it weird that he loved it?

“i mean, i guess, yeah. it really hurts tho.” izuku dramatically pouted, yet poor little you was too worried to understand that he was simply exaggerating just to experience being doted on by you.

“come on izuku, ill pack up for you and clean you up. you’re so silly, always wanting to help that you forget to take care of yourself.” you cooed.

izuku’s face flushed a bright red as you spoke, feeling your hand caress where the bite was, your soft fingers added warmth to his hot bite.

“y-yea, that would be nice.” izuku shyly smiled.

i guess getting bitten by a spider was worth it, izuku thought to himself as you looped arms with him.

his mind forgot about how the spider was weirdly green, how the bite had abnormal aftereffects and even how his bite marks had traces of green.

he didn’t know it yet, but soon, his only secret won’t just be his overflowing feelings for you.

HIII BLOOM !!!! i was wondering if you could do a lil fluff drabble of you chilling with sero in his room during like a talking stage ?

⋆˚࿔ the synonyms of epitome

authors note: siri what is a talking stage. seraph thank u for requesting ⸝⸝^ᴗ^⸝⸝ sorry for the wait!!

contains: gn!reader, unestablished relationship, fluff, awful flirting

word count: 1.1k

“and she was the—“ hanta glanced up at you. his eyebrow lifted as he looked at you through the stray hairs that had fallen from his shaggy— surprisingly well kept —mullet. you could see his jaw lock into a comfortable smile as he propped it up in the palm of his hand.

“epitome.” you nodded in confirmation. 

it was only midday, so you could hear the distant sounds of footsteps and murmurs of conversation coming from the ua lively students outside. you glanced at the blossoming cherry blossom trees out of hanta’s slightly ajar window. the blush dusted leaves fought against the wind, constant rustles confirming its battle. 

you rest your head against the headboard of hantas bed and took it all in. the wind whistled loudly, sharing secrets with the inner shell of your ear. you liked days like this. simple.

“epitome,” hanta copied from the foot of his bed. his pointer finger followed the words in the book mr. aizawa had assigned for your ancient history class too long ago. 

you had already read the book and wrote your review paper on it two weeks ago but when hanta came to you asking if you wanted to read the awfully boring novel together, who were you to say no?

hanta had a way of making everything feel more alive. over the past few months you, and a handful of other people, have taken notice of how much the two of you spend time together— in how much you enjoy his presence. 

he didn’t have to be telling a dumb joke or making fun of something stupid denki had done. something as simple as being by your side while you’re folding your laundry or mindlessly browsing on your phone, was enough to make you feel so unreasonably good. 

there was something special about your relationship with hanta. something that hasn’t been spoken about on surface level. but the signs were definitely there. 

“she was the epitome of beauty.” hanta finished the sentence, he brows knitting together. “epitome.” he said again. he pinned the book onto his bed with one hand and idly fiddled with his ruffled sheets with his other. 

“he’s basically saying she’s the perfect embodiment of beauty.” you said. “he really likes her.”

hanta nodded his head slowly, “but when he talks to her he acts like he doesn't care?” hanta asks, but it’s clearly his question is coming from curiosity and not confusion. 

you let out a short hum in reply and thought of the best explanation. “well.. maybe he feels too nervous when he  talks to her and can’t show his true emotions?” you tap your fingers against the spine of the novel. you hadn’t given the half baked romance trope of the book much thought but hell if hanta was asking, you were suddenly interested too.

hanat scoffed, shifting from his position. “if i thought someone was the ‘epitome’ of beauty,” his words started off strong but seemed to slowly tumble into a declaration of uncertainty. still he went on, “i would talk to them before anyone else could.” he let out an airy breath. “but i guess i don’t blame him for being nervous.” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. 

you nudged his leg from your spot on the bed, “so what? you see someone you like and immediately ask them out?”

hanta’s eyes flicker to your smirking face,  “i see someone i like and i become their friend.” his eyes fell back onto his bedding. he was really admiring the 100% cotton material. 

“uh huh.” 

“and maybe, eventually, i would ask them out after a couple of years.” he says, his finger making a swirling motion.

“a couple of years?!” you exclaimed, shooting up into a  straightened posture, “you’d make the person you think is perfect wait years for a confession?” you asked, a finger pointed at the tape boy as you suppressed a laugh. you didn’t expect hanta to be so... timid. “who would wait that long?” you asked, genuinely curious.

hanta finally peeled his eyes away from his sheets. his tone indicated that his confidence quickly flooded back, “someone who really likes me too.” he stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. 

it was your turn to shift positions now, suddenly feeling like you were under interrogation, when you were really just under hanta’s gaze. your finger fell at his shockingly mature reply. “i guess that makes sense..” you bite your lip.

hanta chuckles at this.

you sighed before you spoke again, allowing your curiosity to get the best of you, “sooo what type of person are you even into?” 

in the couple of years you’ve know hanta he’s never actually had anyone he was talking to, at least not that you know of. and for some reason you felt the need to learn everything about him. it was only natural, right?

hanta shrugged, “someone who can put up with my bullshit.” the book was abandoned now, his idle tracing too, leaving all his attention on you. 

his eyes lit a dangerous fire under you, one that scuffed the surface of your interest. not to the point where it burned, but it left your skin unusually warm. “that leaves your playing field pretty empty huh?” you choose to tease, knowing that if you thought too hard you’d send yourself into a red faced spiral. 

hanta laughed, rubbing his forehead as he shook his head. “not completely empty.” he remarked, something about his words hinting at a subliminal message. “what’s your type then, cerebrito?”

the question caught you by surprise. you hadn’t had time to focus on building romantic relationships with others. you mostly focus on strengthening the relationship you had with your friends, hanta being your strongest. 

“i guess i would like to date someone who can make me laugh. and who likes to spend time with me.” you replied, purposely being broad. hanta had a telling look on his face, making you intrigued to what he was plotting.

hanta nodded, clicking his tongue. “would you like, be into some guy who likes to read boring ass books with you?” he asked carefully, almost like he was ensuring he could play off as a joke if you didn’t answer adequately.

you smiled, ignoring the increase in your heart rate and the sirens blaring in your head. leaning forward, you

force yourself to gently shove his chest, “i would be into a guy who knows what the word epitome means.” you bite back— though it’s more of a playful nip . 

hanta raised a brow and put on a smile, “oh? so you wouldn’t be into a guy who’s the epitome of stupidity?”

he's so stupid. so stupid and so your type. 

“i’m into guys who finish their homework.” you tapped the edge of his copy of the novel. 

hanta settled back into his original position, grinning like he had just won a golden prize. “alright y/n. give this guy a couple of hours and you won’t have to wait any longer.” he brought his focus back to the work below him, “i promise.”

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

🥂🎉

The hornier I am the more fucked my kinks become like idk who that nasty bitch is but she scares me sometimes 😭

roommates w/ hanta sero

moodboard + hc

being his roommate:

- definitely found out you needed a roommate through a friend of a friend. “heard you were looking for a hottie to live with?” “i’m joking i’m sorry. please i really need a place to live.”

- first week living together he went completely broke buying a playstation, and for two weeks after that he would send you texts along the lines of “hey so if i asked you to buy this for me would you want me dead, yes or no?” and if you EVER told him no: “okay so the answer is is yes, you do want me dead.”

- the first time you ever “talked” to his friends was when he forced you to play roblox with him and they were on the phone. by the end of the night, your stomach hurt so bad from laughing because sero actually SUCKS at roblox obbys. the moment he makes a single jump and lands it, he drops his phone and raises his fists in the air in celebration. every. single. time. on the other hand, sero is KILLER at the horror games on roblox. unfortunately denki on the other end of the phone always manages to fuck something up and sero always loses his damn mind, yelling and pointing at his phone as if kami is right there in front of him. “BRO MOVE. FUCKING MOVE.” “this is the THIRD TIME denki.” “i’m not gonna play anything with you ever again.” (they literally played 7 hours later)

- made you do ice breakers the first day moving in, elementary school style. favorite color, worst fear, favorite animal, etc. you guys sat crisscrossed in front of each other, on the floor of your bare and empty apartment. he literally would not let you move a single piece of your furniture until he knew “who you were” because he didn’t want to “move in with a stranger”.

- once you two were comfortable enough (which didn’t take long AT ALL. 2 weeks TOPS) he was never in his own room. bed rotting phone time? yeah, he was in your bed. he needed to vent? sprawled out on your floor as you pretended to pay attention. there were times when you came home from being out to find him making himself at home in your room.

- one of his favorite things to do to you was stress you out. he’d learned to space it out pretty well so he could make sure you believed his antics each time. one of his favorite pranks he ever pulled was calling you to tell you that he had been hit by someone on a bike in the parking lot outside y’all’s apartment. when you practically ran to the front door, you opened it to see him laughing his ass off at the fact that you even believed him. you immediately shut the door in his face and locked him out and he spent the next 30 minutes texting you with messages like “bae please i’m sorry” “IM ON MY KNEES PLEASE LET ME IN” “i miss you…😢”

- LOVED springing impromptu “date days” (that’s what he called them) on you. the amount of times you would get a text from him saying “guess what we’re doing😁” and it spanned from him impulsively buying six flags tickets, to signing you both up for a zumba class because he saw a random flyer in the men’s restroom. and of course you went with him every time (you had no choice).

- insanely huge fan of night drives. if you and him hadn’t seen each other very much that day, he would peek in your room to suggest driving around. you were never one to refuse. the both of you had a blended playlist (that he FORCEDDD you to make with him day 1 just to “see if you were compatible”) that would blast through the speakers, but the two of you were always louder than the music because scream singing in his car was a must.

- he figured out pretty quickly that he loved when you played with his hair. it started a random night when you silently and mindlessly braided his hair, his head in your lap, as you watched a tv show you both started on a whim. he fell asleep so fast. since then, any time he wanted to wind down he would ask you to play with his hair. “i need your hands on my head” is how he always phrased it and every time you would raise an eye brow at him. “okay stop it freak, you know that’s not what i mean.” and within 10 minutes he was OUT every single time.

- did NOT like sharing you with his friends. “they just don’t know you like i do.” “yeah because i don’t know them…” “exactly and we’re gonna keep it that way.” on days where he would drag you along to a hang out with the guys, he was always at the ready to smack denki upside the head if he was one step out of line.

- he was quick to pick up on girl talk and include himself in literally EVERY conversation you had with your friends. he loved to act out scenes to really get the image of the situation. “okay now imagine i’m that bitch you hate having a shift with.” and if you didn’t say what he thought you should have: “god, we have to switch because you’re so ass at this.” “no the correct response would be to get in her face and say her teeth are crooked and she needs a new dentist. try again.”

- board game nights were absolutely essential to a healthy roommate environment. the first time you ever declined a board game night, he put a speaker outside your bedroom door blaring evanescence at max volume until you gave in. his favorite to play was headbands: act it out edition because he said “you move like a monkey when we play this game” and he loved having an excuse to laugh at you.

- the two of you constantly passed out on the couch together. you spent most of your nights eating together while talking over a show in the background, and it always ended with him sprawled out on top of you, drooling on your stomach. unfortunately, he was a really hard sleeper and wouldn’t wake up unless you pushed him off the couch and onto the floor, but 8 times out of 10, you just fell asleep with him. if he woke in the morning before you did, he would carry you to your bed and situate the both of you under the covers, falling back asleep until you eventually woke up.

- if you EVER went on a date or showed interest in another human being, he would NEVER let it go. “your new boyfriend gonna move in with us soon?” and he would be like that even if you just mentioned thinking someone was cute. if you were out on a date, best believe you would come back home to him patiently waiting on the couch, immediately on your ass the second you’re in the door. “are they as cool as me?” “be honest, should i just go ahead and kill myself?” “this lowkey feels like you just stabbed me 17 times in the stomach but it’s fine. i don’t even care.”

- he was a sucker for a tiktok trend. “y/n can we do this?” “isn’t that a trend that couples do?” “we’re literally married, what are you talking about.” he would find a new trend nearly every day and add it to a folder called “time to turn up” and if there was a ever a day you were both free, that was the first thing y’all did.

- an absolute sucker for cuddling and he would typically be the little spoon, which you never complained about. on days where you weren’t feeling your best, mentally or physically, he was always right there. if he found you rotting away in your room, he never left. “scooch it.” he would try to forcefully let himself into your space, and if you wouldn’t budge: “cmon babe, you gotta work with me here” and you were always quick to give in because you knew he meant well. these were typically the times he would set aside the title of little spoon and give it to you for however long you needed it.

- he loved to bring home treats, whether it be food or not, and have it ready for you when you came home. “yeah i was out today and saw that and thought of you.” “i figured you’d need a sweet treat when you got home.” and it was always something either incredibly stupid or insanely thoughtful, no in between.

- arguments never lasted long in your apartment. sero was stubborn but he knew when to call it quits and would usually just agree to disagree with you, even if he KNEW you were right. in moments where you refused to talk with him after the fact, he would send you videos he had saved on instagram that he knew would make you laugh every time. “oh come on, you love me too much to stay mad at me.” “want me to kiss you and make it all better?” and usually he would force a kiss on your cheek while you tried to fight him off.

new year, new theme

★﹒₊‧ matsukawa!bf things

matching pjs, but like subtlety.. classic white tee with matching pants (green plaid, star wars, family guy..)

teaching you to skate and going to the skate park together (firm believer in skate!rat issei)

writes you songs, but he doesn't sing them rlly l, just a rlly nice instrumental on bass or acustic

LATE night drives when he can't sleep so he drives by your house to see if your light is still on. even if it isn't he calls you anyways and ofc you answer, trying your hardest to sneak out and y'all go get some food, blast music and look at the stars until you actually start getting tired

horror fanatic. he LOVES horror movies and is NEVER phased by them, it's kinda scary that you're cowering in his side while he's just casually watching it. you swear he jumped ONCE but he says it was a shiver (it wasn't)

GOSSIPY COUPLE y'all talk hella shit abt everyone. ppl just tell the two of you stuff and y'all aren't total bitches so you keep it between y'all two but still you know all about what some fangirl tried saying to oikawa and wtv else

will go shopping w you and loves to watch you try everything on

he's like ur doll, ew that's a weird way of putting it but like he will let u do ANYTHING to him. paint his nails, dress him up, apply makeup on him, face mask, anything !!

he loves to bake with you. he can't bake at all but one day he brought cupcake mix to your house and y'all just started making it, but now he likes to make everything from scratch and he's gotten pretty good over time

he really likes when you read to him. it could be the most boring ass book, his words, but hearing it from you just eases him (?)

♥︎author note: sorry this may be messy i did this in the last 10 minutes of my ceramics class