Childish (Midoriya/Reader | Angst)

❀ |A/N: I wasn’t expecting to get this one done today, but here ya go. Also, the reader’s quirk is flower-related (❁´◡`❁) |❀

❀❀ Warnings: Angst, pre-established relationship, drinking, jealousy. ❀❀

❀❀ Words: 3400+ ❀❀

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You sit at a table amongst your friends and some of your husband’s sidekicks. You kept a pleasant conversation going with Ochako who sat on the other side of you, letting Izuku talk with his colleagues since you weren’t really helpful when it came to hero stuff. You were a secretary at a prestigious hero museum, and while you adored working with your fair share of heroes on the job, you were never really qualified to be one yourself. Your quirk was unique, but while being able to grow tiny flowers on your skin was aesthetically pleasing to the eye it wasn’t necessarily helpful when faced against a villain.

You met Izuku at your work when you were both still in high school. You were only working part-time back then but the easily-flustered green-haired boy just so happened to come during your hours. You were drawn to him straight away, but you always did have a thing for shy boys so you can’t say it came as a surprise when you asked if he’d come to see you again anytime soon.

You remember the meek boy turning into a blubbering mess, red as a beet with a bashful smile as he babbled. So with smiling lips, you exchanged numbers and promised to get a coffee sometime. These little meet-ups turned into weekly dates as you spent more and more time getting to know one another. You learned about his dream to become a hero, the crazy things he’d been going through as a first-year at U.A. and his admiration for the freshly-retired—at the time—symbol of peace.

Fast forward to now, you were the proud wife of Japan’s number one hero, and quite honestly bored out of your mind. Placing your wine glass down on the table, you turn slightly and take Izuku’s arm, pressing his arm to your chest and resting your cheek on his shoulder. His green eyes wandered to yours for a moment with a blush. He offered you a timid smile before returning his attention to his colleagues.

You held in your disappointed sigh, though your face contorted into a small pout at his lack of acknowledgment. Though what really ticked you off was the way he perked up at something Ochako said. You didn’t mean to be bitter, but you couldn’t help but feel ignored. You attempted to add to their conversation a few times, only for all openings to be closed off as they drifted to the topic of hero work again.

Giving up on verbal communication entirely, you pressed yourself closer to your husband. Izuku froze up when you briefly kissed his freckled cheek, your nimble fingers tangling with his own beneath the table. His green eyes darted around the table, and he attempted to hide his blush behind his glass as he took in a sip of his drink. You felt your heart flutter in delight when his scarred hand squeezed around your own in response, the pad of his thumb brushing over your knuckles. 

It prompted you to plant a quick peck to his lips, eliciting a squeaky gasp from Izuku and a few chuckles from your friends. The green-haired hero flushed under their amused gazes, rubbing the back of his neck as stuttered.

“Y/N…” Izuku whispered so only you could hear, no doubt a warning or rather a plea for you to behave yourself. “We’re still in public.”

“What? Am I not allowed to kiss you?” You raised a brow, put off by his sudden shyness. It’s not as if your relationship was something you kept under wraps, why was he getting embarrassed? You were his wife.

Part 2? Even though they didn’t break up, who knows if Midoriya would keep his word.

(Either way this was written reall good!)

Quiet (Midoriya/Reader | Angst)

| A/n: You know there are some days I question how psychotic I have to be to find pleasure in the suffering that comes when writing angst. *le sad*  |

| See part 2 … here |

✧❀ Warnings: Angst, unresolved feelings, big sad mood. ❀✧

✧❀ Words: 2800+ ❀✧

| Summary: As Izuku continues to chase his dreams you find yourself being pushed to the side until it seems you’ve been forgotten, and yet you keep quiet. But it seems today that the very person who forgot about you wants nothing more than to talk to you. |

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You bit your lip. Buried your teeth into your tongue. Puffed out your cheeks and bit the insides of them. You kept your mouth shut for a long time, perhaps too long you supposed as you watched a familiar head of wild green hair walk past you along with Iida and Ochako.

You held your breath, closed your eyes, clenched your teeth. You wondered if things would have been different had you swallowed your damn fears and said something. Your eyes followed him as far as they could before he was just too far away.

You took in a deep breath and started walking. You had no real idea where; you kept moving until you were stepping inside of a cafe just off-campus. Your ears perked up at the sound of Midoriya’s voice and Ochako’s laughter, followed by a brief lecture from Iida. You turned to see the trio seated in one of the booths.

Midoriya’s face turns to the entrance of the cafe, but you’re already gone.

You close your eyes, knaw at your nails, and roll your tongue against the roof of your mouth. You wait for the pedestrian walk light to show before crossing the street, walking away from the cafe. As you walk, you don’t notice Midoriya looking out the entrance of the cafe. He deflates when he spots you walking away.

Iida and Ochako come up behind Deku to ask him why he’d gotten up so fast.

“I don’t get it, I was certain she went here every day.” Midoriya sighs and Uraraka places a hand on his shoulder. “I even asked Ashido to be sure.”

“Maybe we’ll see her later, don’t give up yet, Deku.” She reassures him, and he puts on a determined face, nodding in agreement.

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You strolled into a familiar shop, smiling at the clerk who recognized you straight away, corralling you into an aisle of books with their newest releases. You skim the covers with your eyes, reaching out to pull a book out and flip through the pages every now and then. A book with skeletal cats and a red and black color scheme caught your eye and you picked it up, opening it up to look through it.

In your distracted state, smiling down at the pictures of cats above each page of text, you almost don’t catch three familiar voices as they wander into the shop. Midoriya approaches the front desk and the clerk greets all three of the students, asking what they were looking for. As they are distracted, you shut the book and place it back on the shelf, holding your breath as you discreetly slipped out of the shop, making eye contact with the clerk on your way out who seems to realize what’s going on.

“Actually we’re looking for a friend, we were told she comes through here often,” Midoriya admits sheepishly, hands wringing anxiously as the woman places a hand to her chin as if to think. “Y-you wouldn’t happen to have seen her today have you?”

“Is she the quiet one? Er… L/N, I think it was?” She wonders, and Midoriya perks up at the sound of your name.

“Yes, that’s her!” Deku smiles, eyes bright and hopeful, and the clerk can’t help but smile.

“Well, I’m afraid you just missed her, sorry kid.” She sighs.

“Oh…” Midoriya shrinks a little, clearly dejected by the news. And once again, Ochako comforts him, a hand on his back as he wracks his brain for another solution. “Well, she couldn’t have gone far, right?”

The three exit the store in search of the ghost of you.

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Quiet (Midoriya/Reader) [part 2]

| A/n: I have to admit, I re-wrote the ending several times and I’m still not satisfied with it but here we go anyways! |

| See part 1 … here |

✦✿  Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. ✿✦

✦✿ Words: 5500+ ✿✦

are you guys ready to c r y??

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You stare blankly at a red and purple sky, eyes lazily watching the clouds roll by and the half-visible sun dip down and slowly set. You leaned forward to capture that perfect in-between moment, smiling as the last sliver of the sun finally dipped behind the horizon, letting the sky gradually shift from warm pinks and oranges to dark blues, indigos, and purples. You sighed and sank into a more relaxed position as your eyes welcomed the appearance of the moon as it took to the sky, washing the park in its gentle white light.

You sat at the same rotting-wooden picnic table you sat at every night, a familiar book with kitty skeletons draped in red and black across the cover sat just beneath your hand. The lukewarm coffee you’d picked up hours earlier sat right next to the book, half-empty from your lack of interest despite it being your favorite kind. 

You’d even considered dropping by your dorm to throw it in the freezer—to beat yourself with later if you kept thinking about a particularly annoying green-haired boy—before coming here, but you found that you just didn’t want to be on campus more than you had to.

Being out and about decreased your chances of running into him.

You let your eyes stray from the steadily appearing stars and to your right, where Midoriya had sat just a few nights ago.

You let out a frustrated sigh, turning your gaze back up to the sky and raising the cup of coffee to your lips. It didn’t taste amazing right now, but it served as a good enough distraction to stop thinking about him. You’d done the right thing, whether you cared about Midoriya or not, you wouldn’t let yourself be manipulated. You would not come running back into his arms only to be forgotten when other things in his life became more important than you again.

It was better this way. 

You told yourself, trying to convince yourself that you would only distract Izuku from his dreams. You’d only get in the way and end up broken again when he realized that.

You flicked the book open and skimmed your eyes over the pages. The illustrations of grim-themed yet still cute cats above each new chapter momentarily consuming your attention. Your soft smile faltered when you stumbled upon a particularly strange looking cat with wild, curly fur and huge round eyes cowering underneath a couch. Your eyes lingered on the drawing, everything about it just screams Izuku.

You shake yourself out of it and flip to the front page, breath hitching when you noticed a sticky note attached to it. It was in the handwriting of the clerk you’d grown familiar with. She often scribbled funny quotes or little notes things into the books you purchased for you to laugh about when you stumbled into the shop again.

He was here today, wanted me to slide this to you once you came in today. Not quite sure if he knows that ‘secret admirers’ are supposed to be discreet? 

-Kiko ッ

You almost smile at that, not doubting for a moment who she was referring to. But then you knit your brows together in confusion when you noticed an arrow at the bottom of the note. Curiously, you unstuck the unusually heavy sticky note and flipped it. Your heart stopped functioning entirely when you saw a familiar bracelet taped to the back of it.

You gasped tearing the bracelet from the note and inspecting it closely. No way… there’s no way he even remembered this existed.

It was a colorful and cute bracelet with mostly green beads and white lettered ones spelling out ‘All Might.’

The sight of the bracelet brings you way back, and suddenly you are no longer outside at the park.

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