Izuku Midoriya is a man of many talents. He is smart, charming, and can handle his hot-headed boyfriend better than anyone else. But despite his many talents, there's one simple thing that the hero society can't accept him for. That is simply the fact that he was born, along with 20% of the population, without a quirk. Izuku's lifelong dream has been to be a hero. But because of his quirkless nature, he was denied his spot in U.A. High. Sure he could've been part of the hero support teams or even quirk studies, but he couldn't see himself working alongside the heroes without being one himself. So he became a different kind of hero. The kind of hero that saves the heroes themselves. He became an ER doctor. _______________________________________________________ COVER IS MADE BY @AliceW-Kirby I hope you enjoy this story! Feel free to leave chapter suggestions in the comments. 💛💚

Baseball, a sport where all you do is swing at a ball then run away. This sport is very popular in Japan, especially at two rival schools. U.A. Academy, an elite private school & A.U. High, an average public school The two schools have been at each other's throats for years. Whether it be at sports, science competitions, debates, or academic decathlons the two schools absolutely hate each other. The students would avoid talking to one another unless it's to insult the other. The faculty's no better either. Even the school's mascots are rivals, U.A. being a mouse while A.U. is a cat. But things get serious and even more heated when baseball season rolls around since baseball was the cause of the rivalry between the schools. And in the middle of all this drama stands two boys both questioning... "Why do I like someone I'm supposed to hate!?" No quirks au Highschool au Characters are 16-18 I know absolutely nothing about baseball :D -slow updates-

***READ 'NUMB' FIRST (ON MY PROFILE)*** Damn it Todoroki What the fuck did you do? Why the fuck did you do this to me? Why the fuck didn't you come back? You knew I never meant to hurt you I know You know that And yet You haven't come back It's been nearly a week I can't I can't handle this My intentions at the start were to help you And then part ways with you To focus on my career But I got attached And now I never want you to leave "I knew this would happen." I muttered angrily, grunting in pain as I kept punching. "I knew as soon as you got better." My eyes teared up a bit, but I convinced myself it was anger. "You wouldn't need me anymore." I said through grinding teeth. "And now you don't need me anymore." I hit it again, and a sharp, burning pain shot up my arm. I stumbled back and yelled in pain. I sat on the ground and stared at the floor, crying and grinding my teeth. You always hated when I'd push myself too much And even after everything No matter how hard I try I'm still a failure I always fail in the end I always fall short It's never enough Nothing I ever do Is enough to come out on top It used to be easy I was just naturally good Comfortable at the top And now I'm struggling just to stay in the running I stood up and walked to the locker room, slamming the door open and closed. I stood in front of the mirror with my hands on both sides of the sink, staring at my reflection. I was a mess. My eyes were red from my tears and my expression was exhausted and distressed. My face was tear-stained and I was light headed. Just completely out of it. I had bags under my eyes from stress filled days and sleepless nights, an obvious lack of rest. No wonder Aizawa confronted me I look like hell I feel like hell Fuck This is hell

Izuku quit dreaming of becoming a pro hero after three times of being denied. He decided to screw it, and just be normal. He has part time jobs, he recently graduated, he has a car, a nice apartment. And the support from his mom. That is all he needs. What he doesn't need is his childhood bully showing up in his Pro Hero costume outside his door. Or outside the window to his jobs. Or anywhere near him to be honest. But Izuku can't catch a break as Bakugo keeps asking him to become a hero. "Come on. You can become a hero." Bakugo said moving to stand in front of Izuku. "No, bitch. Now move over so I can clean up this spot. Also, fuck you." Izuku retorted with a broom in his hand This is kind of like crack treated seriously. So don't take it too seriously at times.

[Being revamped/rewrote] Bakugou is a rich snob. He meets up with a wealthy businessman, Todoroki, to discuss buying property together. Bakugou and Todoroki have went to Highschool together. Midoriya's mother has fallen into debt. After recommendation, he's built up the courage of the choice of becoming a stripper. He needs to pay off his mother's debt and his college funds. As a boy's night out, Todoroki and Bakugou stumble apon a strip club, which is where they met none other than the Izuku Midoriya himself. Read the book to find out more! ⚠️THIS BOOK CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS !⚠️ You have been warned. This story is advised on Mobile/Tablet ! #1 - IzuTodo | 6/23/21 & 11/8/21 #1 - todobakudeku | 6/26/21 #1 - Midobaku | 6/27/21 & 1/17/22 #1 - Bhnafanfic | 7/18/21 & 10/27/21 #1 - Fanon | 8/22/21 & 1/17/22 #1 - Bakutododeku | 8/24/21 #1 - Bhnafanfic | 10/16/21 & 10/26/21 & 11/9/21 #1 - Tododekubaku | 10/17/21 #1 - Todobaku | 10/27/212

It all started with a boy. A CUTE boy. Kirishima owns a flower shop in UA college town, where he spends most of his time when he's not running around being a vigilante and crushing on Ground Zero. He works tirelessly every day, trying desperately to save enough money to attend even a single semester of UA. Bakugo can't help but be pissed at his classmates. Damned Deku one-uping him on the tests, his hearing aids on the constant fritz, Dunce-head hurting himself again, and that Stupid Icy-Hot with his passive-aggressive mind games about his absolute man crush that is Red Riot. As if he didn't already have enough problems. But Mr. Aizawa says "play nice," so that's exactly what Bakugo intends to do. But Bakugo finds the redhead's smile hides more than anyone could have thought, and as Kirishima's dreams draw closer, so does a past he thought he'd left behind. Flower Shop AU: (UA is a college for "pro heroes", however, no one knows everyone else is a hero. Quirks are not nearly as common and most keep them secret.) Now rated MATURE for the following reasons: Profanity Warning. (Bakugo. Duh.) Mild Violence Warning. Infrequent suicidal thoughts/actions. Mentions of past self-harm. This is inspired by a Flower Shop AU prompt found on Tumblr. Found from demisexualmerrill and kosechiis on tumblr All characters belong to Horeikoshi. #1 in flower shop~4/30/2020 #1 in kirishimaisdense (joke tag) ~4/30/2020 #1 in deafbakugo ~4/30/2020 #20 in alternateuniverse ~6/28/2020 #7 in eijirokirishima ~6/28/2020 #25 in superheroes ~1/1/2021 #10 in poprocks ~6/28/2020

I stared at my reflection, satisfied with the progress that I had been making lately. Long runs and secret training had helped me stay in shape, and I had gotten used to the hunger pains. I was starting to feel better about myself, and that was good, right? I left the bathroom and walked into the kitchen, where Todoroki was eating dinner. We made small talk for a few minutes, not really about anything specific, but I noticed him start to become less engaged in the conversation as time passed. I sat down with my bottle of water and unscrewed the lid--with a bit of struggle. "Are you gonna eat anything?" He asked, gesturing to the pasta on the stove. I shrugged. "I will in a little while. I'm not hungry right now." He sighed, not sounding surprised by my answer. I expected him to object to this, as usual. However, he simply got up and walked away. He didn't even look at me as he sat down on the couch, turning on the tv. "What's wrong?" I asked, feeling the obvious tension in the room. He didn't say anything at all. Concerned and confused, I walked over to where I could see his face more clearly. Though it was somewhat dark, I could see the tears built up in his eyes as he bit his lip. "Hey, talk to me. Please, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting down next to him. As soon as I sat down, he stood up, tossing the remote onto the couch. He lingered there for a moment, clenching his fists. "You know exactly what's wrong." He spat, almost angrily. "I really don't, just... please talk to me about it." He stayed silent again, and started to leave again. "Hey, that's not fair." I said, standing up and rushing over to him. I grabbed his arm, but he instantly yanked it away from me. "Not fair?!" He asked, bitterly. "You think this isn't fair to you? What about me?! Am I just supposed to sit here and just..." "Just what?" "Nothing. Just..." He grinded his teeth and went back to the bedroom. "When you decide to stop killing yourself, let me know. We'll talk then."

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Living a normal life had always been hard for you, but moving to Japan gave you and your single mother the break that you so desperately needed. That is, until tragedy strikes. Now, (Y/n) (L/n) lives alone in her apartment. She works at a bakery down the street from UA Academy, and does online schooling. She may live a very solemn and lonesome life, but she's managed to make a few friends along the way. What will happen when she falls for a young hero, and what will he think of her past? [After Story Chapters Published: 10/10] Highest Rankings: [ #1 - Shouji ] [ #1 - Midoriya ] [ #1 - Shoji Mezo ] #2 - MHA #2 - Mezo Shoji #3 - My Hero Acadamia

"You know, you weren't supposed to see them." He dropped my arm. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He grabbed my other arm, exposing those cuts as well. Bloody bandages fell to the ground and his expression changed. "Is this supposed to make me feel better?!" He held both my arms in front of me. I could feel his hands shaking. I could hear his voice breaking. He was yelling, but I knew it was a facade. He wasn't angry. He was worried. He was sad. He just doesn't know how to express anything else. "It's fine. Don't worry. I'm okay." He dropped my arms and stepped back a bit, looking down for a few seconds. He yelled in frustration, pushing me to the ground suddenly. I avoided eye contact. "In what world?! What part of your fucked up mind is telling you that this is okay?! Because let me fucking tell you right now, if you ever fucking do this to yourself again I swear...." He punched the wall and yelled in frustration, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He paused for a few seconds before speaking again. "Get up." He held out his hand and I took it, standing up shakily. He grabbed my arms again, staring at them sadly. "Again? Why would you hide them again? Why this again?" He pled desperately. "You two." A different voice from across the hallway said, making us both jump a bit. Aizawa walked over to us, looking down at my cuts with slightly widened eyes, then back up at me with a concerned expression. "I need to talk to both of you."