Mha fluff/angst oneshots

🥀 Toxic Bakudeku 🥀

TW!! WARNINGS ARE IN THE DESCRIPTION!!

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Izuku POV:

"Do you not love me anymore?" My boyfriend asked as I looked up at him with wide eyes. "No! Baby I promise it was nothing! I didn't even know he was going to be there!"

"You know you can't hang out with other boys unless I'm with you, so why do you keep lying to me?! Are you cheating on me?" Kacchan asked with furrowed brows. I choked on a cry as I shook my head no. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I hate it when you lie to me!"

"I'm sorry!" I hated making him feel jealous. I hated it because it makes him sad and think poorly of himself. Why do I always have to mess things up? "Please, I promise you it was nothing!" A tear slipped down my cheek and he looked at me with wide eyes. "De-deku don't cry... I hate making you cry..." he grumbled as he stepped closer. I sniffed and wiped my eyes. "I'm s-sorry..." I whimpered out. He grabbed my shoulder softly and pulled me into a hug, shushing me to calm me down. "Just promise you won't cheat on me again, okay?" Again...

"I promise..." I whispered out against his chest. "You know I love you," I muttered. I nodded and he let out a sigh s he ran his fingers through my hair. "I love you Kacchan," I whispered. He hummed and squeezed me tightly. "I know."

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We held hands as we walked to class, talking about a random assignment we had,, when someone tapped my shoulder. I froze and whipped my head around to see Todoroki. "Hey Todoroki-kun!" I said with a smile. Kacchan squeezed my had tightly and I could tell he didn't want me talking to him. "Hello Midoryia. I was wondering if you had a moment, alone." Todoroki said, shooting a glance at Kacchan. I opened my mouth to speak before Kacchan interrupted me. "No, we are in the middle of something if you can't tell, icy-hot." His voice was deep and threatening and I felt small in comparison to their intimidating presences. "I see. Well, when you have a moment," he handed me a piece of paper, "text me."

As soon as he walked away, Kacchan grabbed the slip of paper out of my hands and shoved it into his pocket. "I don't need you texting other guys," he grumbled when I looked at him in shock. "Baby, he's just a friend," I tried to explain. "What if he wants more and that is why he wants you alone? What if he tries to hurt you? I am protecting you, baby," Kacchan said as he cupped my cheeks and forced me to look at him. "I know, Kacchan," I said, muffled from my scrunched cheeks. He smiled and nodded. "Good, now kiss me," he said with a smirk. I giggled and rolled my eyes before going onto my tiptoes. He reached me halfway and placed a warm kiss on my lips before he pulled away and regrabbed my hand. "Let's go before we are late."

When we arrived in class, I sat in the seat behind him. He hated that I was behind him because he couldn't see what I was doing, but I always reassured him by rubbing his back that I was there and thinking about him and only him. How could I not? He was the only person there for me when nobody else was. He was the only person who cared enough to stick around when everyone found out I was quirkless. Sure, he teased me and whenever I got on his nerves, he would hurt me, but that was always my fault. And now we are in love and nothing can separate us.

Aizawa told us to go change in the locker rooms so we could go to the gym so he could explain the exercise so we all made our way. Kacchan stuck as close to me as possible in the gym and shot any glares towards anyone who dared to look at me, which I appreciated. I've always been self-conscious about how I look, so Kacchan protecting me that way felt nice. As soon as I was done changing, Kacchan started changing and I couldn't help but marvel at his body. I do this every day, staring at the way his beautiful muscles move whenever he does. "Like what you see, nerd?" He whispered teasingly, causing me to blush and turn away. "Kacchan..." I whined quietly, causing him to snicker. "It's okay baby, you can look. It's cute," he whispered, turning my head to face him and placing a kiss on my forehead. Butterflies erupted from my stomach and my face felt hot.