The title. Will do lemons. Will do female character x reader. Most Angst (cause of my shitty love for angst)
🌸 = Fluff
🍋 =Lemon and Smut
💔 = Angst
🍈 = Lime
《》= Scenarios
-Bnha/Mha doesn't belong to me at all-
I didn't make these someone else did. The credit is all theirs
Izuku Midoriya
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Midoriya, (Y/n), and Mina had been hanging out all day, at first they were at a ramen shop until 6:30pm and since it was summer it got dark fast. “Wanna hangout at the park till we have to go back to the dorms?” Mina asked, smiling at the other two teenagers.
Midoriya looked over at the (h/c) haired girl, who smiled at him meaning she was fine with it as well, the green haired boy nodded at the pinkette. (Y/n) and Midoriya watched Mina run towards the swings like a six year old child, she sat on the swing before pushing herself with a big smile.
“(Y/l), what do you wanna do?” He asked, his face dushed with a small layer of pink on his cheeks. “Spin around like a child, wanna join me?” She replied with a laugh. The young male stared at her for a second and gave a cute nod.
(Y/n) grabbed Midoriya’s arm leading him a small distance away from the swing set, she intertwined their hands as she swan them around.
Midoriya couldn’t help, but smile at his crush while she had her eyes closed with a giant smile on her face, what the two didn’t know was Mina was snapchating them.
- Katsuki Bakugou -
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Bakugou watched (Y/n) paint a beautiful picture of Tsu and Ochaco, her two best friends. While painting she sensed a presence behind her “Who’s that?” She asked, not taking her (e/c) eyes off the canvase in front of her.
The ash-blonde boy rolled his eyes “me, Idiot.” Bakugou answered, walking closer to (Y/n). She smirked as she dipped her finger in the blue paint on the palette, (Y/n) quickly ran her finger down Bakugou’s cheek. He stood there for a second, dumbfounded.
Without the two noticing Aoyama danced into the room quietly, he wanted a good place to take a selfie even if it met being in the same room as the tsundere and the undere.
Bakugou glared at the (h/c) haired girl, he dipped his finger on the palette and poked her cheek leaving a yellow paint smudge. (Y/n) handled the paint palette tight as she swang it her crush’s face, but he moved his head the other way, grabbed her wrist while she spun, pulling her into his chest.
