Peterokii, You Are Doing Gods Work

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𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄

➢ sometimes the prettiest stars aren’t in the sky

note: thank you so much to @lilsparkyswife for letting me be apart of her fluffvember!! don’t forget to like, comment, and reblog on every work featured :))

characters: izuku

content: fluff, stargazing through the car roof, flustered izuku, just cuteness all around 

words: 0.7k

He had this all planned out. From the date, to the day, to even the time he would ask. A foolproof plan, one may add. Yet, it seemed that some force, possibly the universe, was having none of this. Laughing in his face at the absurdity of asking such a person out. A person that was none other than you. 

You, the one Midoriya would call a dear friend of his. Well, he would have a few weeks ago. Before the mere mention of your name made his stomach flip and turn his face cherry red. It surprised him how you hadn’t caught on by now, since his behavior was far from ordinary. Yet, you were oblivious or rather knew but wanted to spare his feelings. Either way, Izuku was determined to make his feelings known. 

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sero hanta, my beloved...

You want me to find a quiet place to study? The thing that put Haruhi Fujioka in debt?

★﹒₊‧oddly specific headcanons abt; SERO HANTA + his style

he's the gorgeous love child of Pete Davidson and Roderick Hefley.

also he's a benie/bucket hat enthusiast. he has like about 14 hats- 9 solid color ones and 5 logo type ones. he also wears a fanny pack but he wears it across his chest loosely.

finger boards... that's it. his little brothers once brought one home from on of their friends and he stole it and started getting really good at it. if you don't know what a finger board is then here

he's a really good skater and can do all sorts of bmx bike tricks

during the winter, the high school his mom taught at (see this hc) drained the pool there, so him and his friends would skate in the pool in middle school and he still does when he goes home for winter break. (idk if this is actually a skater thing, but my dad said he used to do it so)

he taught denki and mina how to skate. denki is shit but mina learns fast, she prefers roller blades tho.

he likes vegetables rather than fruits. also while at the skate park or during class denki and bakugou have those hot chips and sero pulls out his bag of celerey and carrots (cute boy)

was vegetarian until he got to ua and realized he kinda needed meat as a proteins source for hero training #sad also the meat/ protein substitutes were just wayyyy too expensive

he thinks he's a dog person but when his sister asks him to catsit for her while she's out of the country, he falls to the cat loving dark side.

despite his mom being an english teacher (again see this hc for background) he hates reading.

his whole family thinks he's had adhd or some variation bc his inability to focus was a big problem in his younger years, but now he's learned to... cope? manage? idk.

plant dad.

Sero Hanta is the type to major in psychology and not bat an eye at all your “crazy jealousy trust issue” habits because he knows it has nothing to do with him and is a much deeper issue he has no problem reassuring.

you want his location? sure, he tells you where he is going anyways so why not.

you have a random inkling that you need to see his phone? the password is 7505, sweets! and if you need any other codes just let him know.

you're getting a little insecure at the fact that another girl is going to be at the function? how about you just come with him! Or you know, he'd much rather have a quit night with you.

Sero Hanta I miss your freaky little tape dispenser elbows so much

did i ever tell you guys about my delinquent!iwa with a heart of gold x rich girl & oikawa's younger sister!reader?? where tooru and reader are the sheltered children of one of the wealthiest families in the prefecture meanwhile iwaizumi, who means well, can't help but run with "the wrong crowd" — they're not really all that bad. they're just boys. they're his childhood friends, of course he's sticking by them.

anyway, tooru, in typical tooru fashion, decides he wants to join their little group. your older brother has always been charming, so it's no surprise that he manages to endear himself to their little group. now your older brother is running around with the same delinquents your father criticizes at the dinner table. tooru never lets you join them, even if you beg and threaten to snitch (which you'd never do, and maybe that's why he doesn't take your threat seriously)

after a particularly nasty fight and everyone in the group has to scatter to flee from the cops, where does a bruised and battered iwa end up? hopping the gate to enter your parent's property, throwing rocks at your bedroom window. he thinks it's oikawa, but he knows he's made a mistake whenever you step out onto the balcony outside your bedroom. before he can run off, the fight he just got done with has finally taken its toll on his body and he finds himself knocking out onto the grass.

you drag him in. your parents are gone at one of their charity galas and it'll be a late night. you're home alone. you're home alone in your family's mansion, and it took all of your strength to drag this unconscious delinquent inside, and the marble floors are surely gonna get dirty, and—

—you patch him up.

you patch him up, and when he wakes up half an hour later, he's got hello kitty band-aids on and you're not letting him leave 'til he eats the ramen you made him. you're stubborn, just like your annoying older brother, so iwa begrudgingly eats the meal you took obvious care in making for him.

and somehow, he keeps finding himself coming back to you. sometimes under the guise of needing to see tooru, sometimes because you take a stern tone of voice different from your usual gentle cadence when you chastise him for getting roughed up & how if he refuses to take care of himself, at least let you apply some ointment to his cuts.

iwa knows he's in too deep, though, whenever he sees you taking care of a kitty one night.

"is that yours?" he asks, never having seen you with any pets. the kitten is cute, sure, but looks a little rough. skinnier than baby cats should be, that's for damn certain. looks almost like the strays 'round his neighborhood.

"nope. i saw her wandering around, looking all lost and lonely. she stops by occasionally, along with others."

"others?"

you nod, stroking the kitten's fur, smiling serenely as you watch her lap at the saucer of milk you provided. "there's a couple of dogs i pass by on my way to school." that explains why he once saw dog treats spill out of your school blazer pocket.

"you have a thing for taking in strays." he's joking, but his smile fades when you sadly answer him,

"yeah. but they never stay."

iwaizumi knows that in the eyes of your neighbors and the people in your social circle, he's your stray.

is he going to stay?

yesterday afternoon - after an unsuccessful coffee shop date - you’d decided that dating sucked. it was much too awkward and formal and not at all like it was in the movies, putting too much pressure on the people involved.

last night - after watching shoko flirt her way into free drinks - you’d been tipsy enough to take her advice. 

casual sex! it doesn't have to be with a stranger, just pick someone you know. someone you’re sure you won't fall in love with.

this morning you’d woken up to find gojo laying in bed next to you.

you lay shoulder to shoulder with the one person you should not have picked, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the other person to speak. 

“did we really–” 

“three times,” satoru confirms happily, rolling onto his side to grin down at you. “i'm surprised we didn't do this sooner, really. our sexual tension has always been off the charts.”

when he leans in to kiss you, his lips meet your palm as your expression wrinkles. “don’t get familiar.”

“we’re naked together in bed– we slept together in more than the literal sense. can’t get more familiar than that.” 

“and this never happen again,” you promise, refusing to look at him. 

“why? because you’re afraid you’ll fall in love with me? it’s okay to admit it. i'm extremely lovable.” 

you’ve seen the way girls fawn over him. how they swoon over his pretty eyes and confident smile. he’s satoru gojo. a legend amongst jujutsu society. you’re no one in comparison, not a user of an otherworldly cursed technique, not from a major clan. 

people like him don’t fall for people like you. you’re afraid of rejection, afraid of being hurt. 

“we’re friends,” you tell him honestly. “i don’t want to risk ruining our friendship over something like this.” 

he tilts his head as your look at him. “shoko told you to try casual sex, didn't she? why not with me?”

“she told you?” you groan, dragging a hand down your face and making a mental note to never ask your roommate for advice for anything ever again. 

“hey, look at me,” he urges, grasping your hand. you do as he says, meeting his earnest gaze. “i can be casual and chill, it’s not like i have a huge crush on you or anything.” 

it’s so hard to say no to him. you really wish you could.  

“i’ll think about it,” you tell him, rolling your eyes when he fist pumps. “but you need to go home before shoko sees you.” 

but you’re dealing with satoru gojo, who almost never does what he’s told. “you’re not getting rid of me that easily. come here.”

he winds an arm around you, pulli my you in so you’re snug against his chest. explicit memories of last night flash through your mind, sending heat through your veins.

 “i can’t.” you tell him (though you’re mostly reminding yourself.) this is insane— satoru, what are you—”

you’re cut off when he shushes you, whispering let’s sleep in for a little while longer. 

he starts to drift off again as you struggle to escape his grasp, but your efforts are futile. even on the throes of sleep, satoru is stronger than you. 

so you give up, resigning yourself to a few more minutes of…cuddling. shoko isn’t a morning person anyways.

after a minute, you find it's not entirely awful. it’s a purely physical reaction. gojo is good looking, even with his hair mussed with sleep and his mouth hanging open. because you know that under the softness of his skin lays defined muscle, and spending the morning in his nicely toned arms isn’t the worst thing in the world. 

(it’s purely physical, is what your head tries to convince your heart, which is beating a little faster than usual.)

a very soft, content sigh slips past your lips. 

then, shoko knocks on your door. 

“hey! don’t tell me you’re too hungover for grocery shopping.” 

“shit!” you whisper harshly, shoving him away from you. “she cannot see you in here.” 

“afraid you’ll have to share?” he teases, narrowly avoiding being hit with a pillow. “okay, okay! where do you want me?”

“closet!” you instruct, scrambling my around the room to make sure none of his clothes are lying around. you thrust them into his hands, pushing him into your closet. 

he catches the door before you can close it, smiling down at you. “aren’t you glad we’re doing this?”

you shove him inside, slamming the door shut just ask shoko bursts into the room.

“hey,” you greet, trying your best to appear casual as you lean against the door. your heart beats in your throat, as she squints at you, then lets her gaze sweep across the room.

“did you bring someone home last night?”

“no.”

she looks at you. really looks at you, you think. 

“okay,” she finally says, though you can’t tell if she believes you. “i just– i thought i saw you leave with gojo. suguru said you two were flirting all night.”

“gojo and i?” you try to laugh, but it comes out a little strained. “never in a million years.”

shoko only shrugs, and you let yourself relax when she turns to leave…

…only for her to turn around once more, leaning the the doorframe. “well if you really don't like him, just let him down easy, alright? suguru told me he has a huge crush on you.” 

wait–

“gojo?”

you hear a sharp inhale through the door. 

“yeah,” she nods. “you really couldn't tell?”

gojo…has a crush on you. it takes a few seconds to truly sink in. “i had no idea.” 

“of course you didn't. he’s definitely got a really weird way of showing it.”

she turns to leave for real this time, but you wait a couple extra seconds before opening your closet, finding a wide eyed, blushing satoru staring at you. 

you can't help but laugh. at his expression, at shoko’s revelation, at this entire situation.

dating sucks, but maybe it won’t be that bad if it’s with him.

﹒₊‧i love oikawa

despite the whole "playboy" archetype he's given, oikawa is very very loyal to you in a relationship. he stops all flirting business with his fangirls and puts all his extra time and energy into you and making you happy with him.

he 100% still flirts you with as if you're just a pretty stranger in a cafe. he thinks it keeps the realtionship more alive, and he also just really enjoys seeing you all flustered because of him.

clingy asf. at school if he sees you in the halls he HAS to run up to you and give you a quick kiss on the cheek or hug before his next class. you guys are having a little sleepover and in the morning he will not let go of you. even if you do manage to wiggle out of his hold and go to the bathroom, you'll finding him standing right outside the door when you get done to latch back onto you.

he likes pda because he likes "showing you off to the world as his". i would like to say he never goes far with it but he would full on makeup with you in the school courtyard if you asked him too ._. (don't be that couple)