''Instincts Unleashed"
Can you make a fanfic about class 1A, but it's Omegaverse? Like fantasy too. And reader is the only Omega. And that they have tails and ears. You can choose yourself what animals represent each secondary gender.
''Instincts Unleashed"
The wind howled through the trees, its chill biting at your skin, but the warmth from the bustling students of Class 1-A kept you grounded. Today was different. Today, you could feel it—an undercurrent of change, something stirring in the air, beneath the surface.
You had always been the only Omega in your class, and even in a world where quirks and powers were as common as the very air they breathed, being an Omega was still a rarity. Most people thought of you as fragile, but they had no idea what it truly meant to live in a world where instincts ran deep, and your body was constantly at odds with your desires.
You had animal features that set you apart from the others: a pair of soft fox ears perched atop your head and a long, sleek tail that swayed behind you, a constant reminder of your primal side. Your scent was subtle but alluring, a combination of wildflowers and earthy musk, and it had always been a source of fascination for your classmates.
Today, however, there was something more—something deep within you that made your senses sharper, your instincts wilder.
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It was lunchtime, and Class 1-A had gathered in the common room to eat. As you sat by the window, quietly nibbling on your lunch, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances your classmates sent your way. They tried to hide it, but the way their noses flared or their postures stiffened didn’t go unnoticed by you.
"Hey, [Y/N], are you alright?" Midoriya’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, his wide eyes full of concern.
You smiled softly at him, though there was a tension in your chest that you couldn’t shake. “I’m fine, Izuku. Just… feeling a little strange today.”
Bakugo, who was sitting across from you, snorted. "Quit being so dramatic. You’re fine, right?" His voice was gruff, but there was something strangely soft in his gaze. You weren’t sure if it was his natural alpha dominance coming through, or if it was just concern disguised as irritation.
But you could feel it too, Bakugo. You could feel the subtle shift in the air around you, the growing tension, the unmistakable presence of rut approaching.
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As an Omega, the instinct to submit during rut was something that couldn’t be ignored. It was natural, and while you had never experienced it firsthand before, you could feel it stirring deep within your core. The closer you got to the day, the more your body reacted to the alpha pheromones in the air, the more your tail twitched in response to their presence. It was always a silent, unspoken bond between alphas and omegas—an instinct that only became stronger as the rut drew nearer.
You could feel their eyes on you now, and it wasn’t just because you were the only Omega—they could smell it, too. The pheromones you released were subtle, but to them, they were like a beacon. Each of the alphas in the room was aware of your presence, and they were struggling to keep their instincts in check.
You turned your head to see Todoroki's eyes narrow slightly, his sharp gaze flickering from the corner of his eye to your face. He was a rare alpha, a dual-quirked one with the power of ice and fire, and his presence was both soothing and intense. His left side was the fire side, often tempered and controlled, while his right side, the ice, was always more relaxed, colder. But right now, you could see the flame in his eyes—a sign that his instincts were flaring.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise, despite the coolness outside, and you felt the heat of it press against your skin, making your breath quicken. You stood, trying to compose yourself.
“I think I need some fresh air,” you mumbled, barely able to focus on your words as you headed toward the door.
Before you could step outside, you felt someone close behind you, their presence undeniably strong. Bakugo’s voice broke the tension, low and gravelly. “Where do you think you’re going, [Y/N]?”
You froze, your tail twitching as the sharp scent of his alpha pheromones hit you hard. It wasn’t just the usual arrogance you were used to from Bakugo. No, it was something primal. Something that made your heart race and your body pulse with heat.
“Bakugo…” you began, but your voice wavered, a shiver running through your spine.
“Stop acting like you’re the only one who can feel it,” he growled softly, stepping closer to you. His hand reached out, lightly brushing the tip of your tail, making you gasp and step back instinctively. His touch was almost too much to bear. “We all know what’s coming. Don’t try to run from it.”
Todoroki’s voice was colder, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Bakugo, don’t push them.”
You looked between the two of them, your mind clouded with the rising pressure of your instincts. The scent of fire and ice mixed with your own, the pheromones creating a storm in the room that made everything feel so much more intense. It wasn’t just the rut—it was something deeper, something more primal than any of you had expected.
“I—I don’t know if I can control it,” you whispered, your fox ears flattening against your head. “This… this feeling inside me, it’s getting stronger.”
Your tail was swishing nervously, caught between the instincts to flee and the urge to stay close to the alphas. You could feel it now, the pull of your Omega instincts, calling out to their dominant presence.
“I won’t let you run away,” Bakugo snarled, his eyes narrowing, the heat of his alpha aura almost suffocating. “You don’t get to hide. Not this time.”
The air between you crackled with tension, and suddenly, everything felt so much more real. The ruts, the pheromones, the undeniable urge to bond—everything was rushing toward a breaking point.
You closed your eyes, your head spinning with conflicting emotions. "I can't…" you breathed.
Before you knew it, you were caught between the two alphas, each with their own distinct scent that threatened to overwhelm you. The weight of their presence, their alpha nature, sent a thrill through your body, and it was impossible to ignore.
But then, a third presence made itself known.
“Enough,” a smooth, calming voice interrupted. “This isn’t the way.”
You opened your eyes to see Todoroki stepping forward, his calm and measured demeanor cutting through the intensity. “We need to control ourselves. [Y/N] is right to be cautious. But we will help them, not push them.”
Bakugo didn’t like it, but he huffed, the tension in his posture easing, though the fire in his eyes never quite dimmed.
You exhaled a shaky breath, feeling your heart rate slow, but the storm inside you hadn’t passed. The rut was coming, and you could feel it—the alphas' instincts, your own, all pulling in the same direction.
And you, the only Omega, were the center of it all.
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Explosive Love: Part 3 – Baby's Day Out (with Deku & Todoroki)
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Babysitters Deku and Todoroki
Genre: Fluff, Chaos, Babysitting Misadventures
Summary: With Bakugo officially traumatized, Kirishima calls in backup. Enter: Deku (nervous but willing) and Todoroki (unfazed... for now). They think babysitting can’t be that hard. But no one warned them about the gas.
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Kirishima stood proudly at your front door, holding your baby out like she was the MVP of the season.
“She’s all yours, boys,” he beamed. “Don’t worry—Bakugo might’ve exaggerated.”
Todoroki blinked. “I heard she took him down in under an hour.”
Deku nodded nervously, already scribbling in a notebook. “According to my calculations, the frequency of her emissions shouldn’t cause structural damage to a normal household…”
Kirishima slapped his back. “Just don’t let her eat anything orange.”
You blinked. “Wait, why not—”
SLAM.
Too late. The door closed. Operation: Babysitter Bros had begun.
---
Thirty minutes in…
“So, uh… she’s really cute,” Deku said, rocking her gently in his arms. “Look at that smile—so sweet and—”
BRRRT!
He froze.
“That… was a strong one.”
Todoroki leaned in. “I think it shook the floor.”
Deku sniffed cautiously. “Why does it smell like… burnt oatmeal and vengeance?”
Todoroki tilted his head. “It’s oddly impressive. Like she has an internal combustion engine.”
The baby kicked and giggled as if in agreement.
PFFFFT.
Deku panicked. “We need containment!”
Todoroki calmly reached for the diaper bag like a man preparing to diffuse a bomb. “I’ve got this.”
---
One hour in…
Todoroki stood stoically, holding a can of air freshener in one hand and your baby in the other.
“She has attacked three times in twenty minutes.”
Deku peeked out from behind a pillow fort. “I think she’s evolving.”
The baby let out a mighty squeal and flopped happily onto the blanket.
“Her power…” Deku whispered, wide-eyed. “It’s unmatched.”
PHBBBT.
“She’s aiming at me now,” Todoroki said, deadpan. “I admire her accuracy.”
Deku scribbled in his notes. “Hero Name: Gas Mask. Quirk: High-Pressure Flatulence.”
“Wait until Aizawa hears about this…”
---
When you and Kirishima returned, the living room looked like the aftermath of a low-level disaster.
Blankets scattered. Windows open. A fan running full blast.
Deku was fanning himself with a baby book. Todoroki was sitting perfectly still, staring into space.
“She’s asleep,” Deku whispered. “But the damage… it’s been done.”
Kirishima picked up the baby gently, like she was made of pure dynamite. “Did she…?”
Todoroki didn’t break eye contact. “She farted on my soul.”
---
Next time: Mina wants to babysit.
“Hot Sand, Hotter Boyfriend – : Busted”
Setting: Bakugo’s dorm, late at night—door… not locked. Oops.
You didn’t mean for it to happen. Not like this.
But after a long day, some teasing kisses, and Bakugo pulling you into his room with that look in his eye—yeah, things escalated fast.
Clothes hit the floor. Your back hit the bed. His mouth hit your skin like he was starved.
He had you pinned under him now, hands holding your thighs apart as he moved between them, every deep, slow thrust drawing the kind of moans you couldn’t bite back. Sweat slicked your skin, your nails raked down his back, and his mouth was at your ear, whispering filth.
“You feel that?” he growled. “How fuckin’ deep I am inside you?”
You whimpered, gasping his name.
Then—click.
Neither of you heard the door open at first.
But you definitely heard the screams.
“WHAT THE—”
“CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT!!”
Bakugo’s head whipped around just in time to see Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina standing in the doorway like deer in headlights, jaws on the floor.
You shrieked and grabbed the nearest blanket, yanking it over your chest while Bakugo shoved himself in front of you, completely naked and fuming.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!”
Kaminari tried to cover his eyes and still managed to trip backwards out of the doorway. “I didn’t see anything—I SWEAR—except everything—I’M SORRY—”
Mina was frozen, wide-eyed. “Oh my god. I saw Bakugo’s ass. It’s sculpted.”
Kirishima yelped and slammed the door shut, voice cracking. “WHY wasn’t it locked?! WHY?!”
You were hiding your face behind Bakugo’s back, skin burning with embarrassment.
“We are never surviving this,” you whispered.
Bakugo grumbled, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’m gonna murder all of them.”
“You left the door unlocked!”
“You distracted me!”
The hallway outside erupted in chaos—screaming, laughing, someone (probably Sero) shouting “They were going at it like R-rated rabbits!” and Uraraka crying, “I can’t believe I SAW that!”
You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself and groaned. “Do you think it’s too late to fake our deaths?”
Bakugo looked back at you, then down at himself, and sighed. “Guess they know I’m good at my job.”
You smacked his arm. “Not. Helping.”
My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza
My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
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Explosive Love: Part 2 – Babysitter Bakugo
Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader
Featuring: Reluctant Babysitter Bakugo
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Chaos
Summary: Kirishima finally convinces Bakugo to babysit for just one hour. It goes exactly how you'd expect—except worse. Because the baby still has her secret weapon: farts. And Bakugo? He's not ready.
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“I swear, it’ll only be an hour,” Kirishima said, practically bouncing with excitement as you both stood by the door.
Bakugo stood in the living room, arms crossed, expression thunderous. “Why the hell am I even here?”
“You owe me!” Kirishima grinned, already tossing him the diaper bag. “Remember that time I took a lightning bolt for you during that joint training exercise?”
“That was three years ago!”
“And I still have the scar.”
You tried not to laugh as you slipped your shoes on. “Don’t worry, she’s napping. Easiest babysitting gig ever.”
Bakugo narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re lying.”
You and Kirishima bolted before he could say anything else.
---
Exactly three minutes later…
PFFFFFFFFTTT
Bakugo stared in horror at the tiny being in front of him.
“What the hell was that.”
The baby gurgled innocently from her blanket on the floor. Her eyes locked onto Bakugo’s, gleaming with the chaos of a true menace.
PFFT-BRRRRT.
“…OH HELL NO.”
Bakugo shot up, backing away like she’d just thrown a grenade. “Why does she sound like a damn motorboat?!”
The baby let out a victorious squeal, rolling slightly. The air grew thick with danger.
“I swear to—KIRISHIMA, YOU SET ME UP!”
He pinched his nose and tiptoed over with a blanket held like a shield. “Okay, okay. You got your joke. Ha ha. Very funny. Diaper change time.”
He opened the diaper.
“Oh my god.”
---
Thirty minutes in…
Bakugo was pacing the room, the baby on his hip, burping.
“Come on, I fight villains who can control freakin’ fire. I blow stuff up for a living. I’m not scared of a little—”
PFFFT.
“…I am terrified.”
He glared at her. “What the hell are you eating? Lava?!”
She giggled and patted his cheek sweetly. Then promptly let another one rip.
---
One hour later…
Kirishima opened the door and found Bakugo standing in the hallway, shirtless, holding your baby at arm’s length like a contaminated bomb.
“She farted on my neck,” Bakugo said quietly. “I can still feel it.”
Kirishima blinked. “Where’s your shirt?”
“She won. That’s where it is.”
You took the baby from him, laughing as she snuggled into your shoulder.
“She’s a menace,” Bakugo muttered, turning to leave. “And I’m never stepping foot in this house again.”
Kirishima grinned. “See ya next week, bro. Same time?”
Bakugo didn’t answer. He just kept walking.
PFFFT.
Your daughter let out one final farewell.
Bakugo didn’t even turn around. “Tell her to keep that war crime to herself next time.”
---
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“UA’s Sex Ed Class — Featuring: Y/N, No Filter, No Shame, No Peace”
or: Why Aizawa Almost Quit That Day
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It was a day like any other… until it wasn’t.
Rumors started circling around breakfast.
“They’re giving us the talk today,” Mina whispered, eyes wide.
“You mean the ‘birds and the bees’?” Kaminari smirked.
“I mean the ‘you’re all future pro heroes and the press is gonna catch you doing something dumb so here’s how not to ruin your career with a sex scandal’ talk,” Momo clarified, already emotionally distressed.
At exactly 10 a.m., Class 1-A was herded into one of the support classrooms. Aizawa was already there, rubbing his temples like he aged 10 years overnight.
Midnight stood at the front in heels and a tight suit, holding a laser pointer and a deadpan expression.
Present Mic was there for emotional support. Possibly emotional damage.
Then it began.
---
“Welcome to the UA Pro Hero Sexual Education & Conduct Course,” Midnight said smoothly.
“Also known as: ‘Keep It In Your Pants Until You’re Off the Clock.’”
Several people choked.
“I’M NOT READY,” Kaminari whimpered.
“Bro, we’re literally built for trauma,” Kirishima whispered back.
“I THOUGHT THIS WAS MATH CLASS,” yelled Iida in horror.
Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting front row, snacks in hand, eyes glowing with danger.
“Oh this is gonna be good.”
---
Slide 1: “Consent Is Sexy.”
“Absolutely,” Y/N said, nodding like she was on a talk show.
“But also—let’s talk about the real danger here.”
Everyone turned.
Y/N stood up and pointed at the projector.
“THIS! FONT! IS! HORRIBLE!”
“It’s giving... Microsoft Word from 2008. I feel like I’m being visually assaulted.”
“Sit down, Y/N,” Aizawa muttered.
“But my eyes have rights too—”
---
Slide 2: “Quirks & Intimacy”
Midnight began explaining how quirks can impact personal relationships and safety.
“So you’re telling me,” Y/N interrupted, “if someone has a lightning quirk and accidentally zaps you in a sensitive zone, it’s technically a workplace hazard?”
Denki went red.
“I’VE NEVER— I— I MEAN—”
“I’m just saying, bro,” Y/N added, shrugging. “Charge up the wrong spot and someone’s getting CPR.”
“Y/N,” Aizawa growled.
“Oh my god,” whispered Uraraka, curling into herself.
---
Slide 3: “Hero Image & Scandals”
Midnight: “As heroes, your personal lives may become public. So being recorded in compromising situations—”
Y/N raised her hand.
Everyone held their breath.
Midnight sighed. “Yes, Y/N?”
“What happens if a scandal boosts your popularity? Like, what if I pull a full ‘celebrity tape leak’ and end up getting sponsored by a mattress company?”
Aizawa stood up and left the room.
No explanation.
---
Slide 4: “Protection & Responsibility”
They passed around “educational materials.”
Y/N held up a condom and stared at it like it was an alien artifact.
“Do these come in glitter?”
“No,” Midnight said without looking up.
“They should. Missed marketing opportunity. ‘Safety, but make it sparkly.’”
Kaminari wheezed.
“Also this thing looks like a sad balloon. If you blow it up and let it fly, does it scream like a dying rubber chicken?”
She tried.
It did.
---
Slide 5: Questions & Open Discussion
“Absolutely not,” Iida said immediately.
“I have one,” Y/N grinned.
“No,” Todoroki said flatly, before she could speak.
“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!”
“You were gonna ask if quirks can be sexually transmitted,” he said without blinking.
“...Okay first of all, that’s a valid question and I don’t like how quickly you guessed it.”
---
AFTERMATH
The class sat in stunned silence as Midnight wrapped things up.
“Any final takeaways?” she asked sweetly.
Y/N raised her hand and said:
“Yeah. I’m never trusting Denki near a hot tub again.”
Denki: “I SAID I DIDN’T MEAN TO ZAP THAT ONE TIME—”
The room devolved into chaos.
Aizawa never came back.
Rumor says he’s still walking the streets of Tokyo, wondering where he went wrong.
"Explosive Delivery"
The delivery room was under siege—and it wasn’t the contractions causing the most damage.
It was you.
Sweat poured down your face, hair plastered to your forehead, and your legs were in the stirrups as another contraction tore through you like a freight train. And yet, somehow, the loudest thing in the room wasn’t the screaming.
It was you roasting the father of your child.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” Katsuki said from your side, face pale and panicked.
Your head whipped toward him like a possessed demon.
“BREATHE?! If you tell me to breathe one more time, I’ll shove this IV stand so far up your ass you’ll be dripping saline for a week!”
A nurse dropped her pen. Another subtly ducked behind the heart monitor.
Mitsuki, to her credit, stepped in like a seasoned soldier. “Sweetheart, I know it hurts, but you’re strong—”
“STRONG? STRONG?! You gave birth to this walking anger issue and you survived, so I’m guessing your pain tolerance is WAY higher than mine!”
Bakugo flinched. “Oi! I’m right here!”
“Unfortunately!”
The doctor glanced between you and Bakugo, hesitant. “She’s... crowning.”
You gritted your teeth and let out a guttural scream. “OF COURSE SHE IS, I CAN FEEL MY ENTIRE BODY RIPPING OPEN LIKE A BAD ZIPPER—AND THIS IDIOT WON’T STOP TALKING!”
Bakugo looked like he wanted to disappear. “I’m just trying to be supportive!”
“Supportive?! You flinched when I said I wanted pickles and ice cream at the same time—now you wanna be Father of the Year?!”
One of the nurses whispered to another, “I’ve never seen a grown man look so... emotionally injured.”
The baby was almost there. The doctor guided you through another push.
“You can do this!” Mitsuki cheered.
“Don’t cheer like it’s the f***ing sports festival!”
Another push.
“Almost there!” Katsuki said, leaning over you.
“If you say one more cliché, I will personally ensure this baby is the LAST ONE YOU EVER MAKE!”
“...Yes ma’am.”
Finally, a tiny, furious wail filled the room.
The tension evaporated. You fell back, panting and drenched, while the doctor held up your son.
“It’s a boy!” they announced.
Katsuki stood frozen, staring down at the tiny red-faced infant as if he’d just witnessed God. “He’s... mine?”
You turned your head slowly, narrowing your eyes. “Yeah, congratulations, Captain Genetics.”
Mitsuki laughed. “Well, if he screams like that already, he’s definitely a Bakugo.”
You groaned. “Poor kid.”
Bakugo leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours. “You were badass.”
You cracked a tired grin. “Damn right I was. Next time you push the kid out.”
The nurses agreed silently: they’d never forget this day.
And they would never speak during a Bakugo birth again.
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I feel like ur writing is giving ai.. idk tho
Hey there!
I'm so sorry that you think this way but my stories are 100% written by me, I just have alot of drafts that I need to get rid of, that's why I post so many times a day, and I used to use chatgpt alot at school but I don't use it anymore, but I guess I picked something up from it.
Also this comment is 100% unnecessary
Really sorry you feel that way! But I write 100% all of my stories
“Hero Duty Never Sleeps”
It was 3:17 a.m.
The apartment was dark, still, quiet… until it wasn’t.
A familiar wail echoed down the hallway, slicing through the silence like a siren call.
You groaned softly into your pillow, one eye cracking open. “Your turn.”
Keigo didn’t move.
You nudged him.
“…Birdbrain.”
“Okay, okay—!” he mumbled, flopping dramatically onto his back and groaning like he’d just been asked to fly to the moon. “Operation Diaper Storm is a go.”
You sat up with him, both of you bleary-eyed but weirdly in sync, shuffling down the hallway together like zombies on a mission. Soraya’s cries grew louder the closer you got.
“I got wipes and a fresh sleeper,” you said, grabbing things from the drawer with one hand while tying your hair back with the other.
Keigo scooped Soraya up from her crib, already whispering in his softest dad-voice. “Hey, hey… baby bird, relax. Backup’s here.”
Her face was red, tiny fists flailing. Definitely not in the mood for sweet talk.
They say real love is patient.
But real, real love is holding your baby’s ankles in one hand while wiping a disaster zone at 3 a.m. with the other, all while your partner tosses dirty clothes into the laundry bin and tries to get a onesie on without snapping off their own sanity.
“Why do baby legs have the strength of a pro wrestler during diaper changes?” Keigo hissed.
“Because she knows we’re vulnerable,” you muttered. “She smells fear.”
Soraya let out a high-pitched hiccup-cry and then—without warning—peed straight up into the air.
“WHOA—” Keigo dodged like he was in combat. “Direct hit! I repeat, I’ve been hit!”
You burst out laughing as he held his hands up in surrender, damp shirt clinging to his chest. “She’s got a hell of an aim.”
“She’s got your attitude,” he shot back, peeling his shirt off and grabbing a clean towel.
Still half-laughing, you finally got the fresh diaper on her, slipped her into a clean sleeper, and scooped her into your arms.
Almost instantly… she stopped crying.
Keigo stared at her, blinking. “…That was all just for fun, wasn’t it?”
Soraya blinked back, now completely serene. Possibly smug.
You leaned into him, baby tucked between you both now. “Mission complete?”
He sighed, already guiding you back to bed. “Until the next alarm goes off.”
“She’s totally gonna be a villain in the morning,” you said through a yawn.
“She’s gonna be a CEO in the morning,” he muttered. “This kid already runs the whole house.”
---
Later…
Back in bed, Keigo pressed a soft kiss to Soraya’s hair, then to your cheek.
“You know,” he whispered, eyes heavy with sleep, “even like this… I’ve never felt more like a hero.”
You smiled against his chest. “You’re not alone, birdbrain.”
“Attack of the Morning Hair: Y/N vs. Gravity”
Or: The Day Her Hair Committed a War Crime
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It started like any other peaceful morning in the UA dorms. Birds were chirping. Kaminari was already screaming because he shocked himself trying to toast bread. The usual.
Then came her.
The common room door swung open with the force of divine judgment, and in stumbled Y/N — half-asleep, wearing oversized socks, a hoodie that probably wasn’t hers (possibly Aizawa’s??), and…
Her. Hair.
Complete chaos.
Her bangs were standing completely straight up, like they’d seen something horrifying and never recovered. The rest of her long hair was sticking out in every direction, defying physics like it had just fought off a tornado and won.
It wasn’t just messy.
It was sentient.
Sero spat out his cereal. “WHAT IN THE—are you okay?!”
Y/N blinked, bleary-eyed, gripping a mug with nothing in it.
“…No.”
Bakugo actually paused mid-toast-chewing. “The hell happened to you?”
“I slept wrong.”
“That’s not sleep. That’s a spiritual possession,” Jirou muttered, genuinely concerned.
Todoroki tilted his head. “Is it supposed to… be like that?”
Y/N scratched her head, making it worse. A piece of hair slapped her in the face. “I don’t know. It was normal last night. Then I woke up and looked in the mirror and it was like—”
She held up her mug like a Shakespearean actor.
“—I HAVE SEEN THINGS. I HAVE BEEN THROUGH BATTLES.”
Mina was wheezing. “Girl, your bangs are standing straighter than Iida’s moral compass.”
“I thought it was a bird nest at first,” Kaminari whispered to Kirishima. “I almost offered her sunflower seeds.”
Midoriya approached gently, like she might explode. “D-Do you want help detangling it?”
“I think it’s sentient now,” Y/N muttered. “If you touch it, it might bite.”
“I bet Present Mic’s hair bowed in respect when it saw yours,” Sero added.
Y/N slowly turned her head, her bangs refusing to move like a stiff wind couldn’t touch them. “They said if your hair touches the ceiling, it’s good luck.”
Momo was trying not to laugh but failed. “What ceiling? You’ve breached airspace. You’re legally an aircraft.”
Then—Midnight walked in.
She stopped in her tracks. Stared. Then, with the most serious voice she could manage:
“…You look like the final boss of a shampoo commercial gone wrong.”
Y/N raised one eyebrow. “Or the main character of an edgy anime where my quirk is just being really dramatic.”
“Name it,” Kaminari begged. “Name the anime.”
“‘Frizz: The Reckoning.’”
Bakugo started laughing so hard he had to turn around. “I take it back. You’re not a villain. You’re just unholy.”
“Should I put it in a bun?” Y/N asked, attempting to gather the chaos.
“No,” Todoroki said immediately. “You should document this. Scientists need to study it.”
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One Hour Later…
Her hair was finally tamed with the combined effort of Momo’s entire salon set, six clips, three bobby pins, and a prayer.
But the legend lived on.
A photo of “Morning Y/N” became the new meme in Class 1-A’s group chat, complete with captions like:
“Quirk: Bedhead Beast Mode”
“Power level: Over 9000 follicles of fury”
“Local teen scares away villains with sheer hair volume”
“Bakugo’s explosions fear HER now”
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The End…?
(Or is the hair still out there… waiting… rising again at the next 7AM wakeup call?)
“Diaper Duty and Daddy Feelings”
Setting: Rengoku Home – 3:12 AM
The house was quiet. Dark. Peaceful.
Until it wasn’t.
A sharp, angry wail split the silence, and Kyojuro shot upright like he’d been summoned to war.
“I’ve got her!” he declared in a whisper-yell, nearly tripping on his own haori as he dashed toward the nursery.
You groaned from bed, half-asleep. “Kyo… it’s okay, I can—”
“No, no, my love! You rest! I am on official flame father duty!”
Inside the nursery, Kyojuro approached the tiny crib with reverence and absolute panic.
“Hello, my little night torch,” he whispered, lifting her up gently. “What a powerful scream! So strong! So bold!”
She responded by immediately peeing on his hand.
“…A glorious gift,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
One chaotic diaper change later, he was staring at a pair of socks.
Tiny, pink, ruffled socks.
He held one up like it was made of ancient magic. “Look at this. Her entire foot fits in the palm of my hand,” he whispered, eyes wide.
Then, softly, like the weight of it had just landed on him: “She’s so small. How can someone this small take up so much of my heart?”
She sneezed.
He gasped. “Bless you, fiery bean!”
The sock dropped. He forgot it entirely.
Instead, he cradled her close, pacing the room with exaggerated care. “When you are older, I will teach you about the stars, and the way maple leaves change, and how to roast the perfect sweet potato.”
She blinked at him. Yawned. Then spit up on his shoulder.
He didn’t even flinch. Just sighed dreamily. “You are perfection.”
By the time you shuffled to the doorway in your robe, you found him sitting in the rocking chair, baby asleep on his chest, one sock still missing, his hair a disaster.
You smiled. “Flame father duty going well?”
He gave you a dazed, radiant smile. “I would die for her.”
“…You’re covered in pee.”
“And I would die again.”
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