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Do you like imagining relationships with characters from My Hero Academia? Are you lonely and/or bored enough to read content like this? You've come to the right place!
This is primarily fem reader, although there are chapters with li...
You wandered into the common room in search of your notebook. Much to your mild annoyance, you'd forgotten to bring it back up to your room the last time you were down here. You found Bakugou sprawled out on one of the couches—a rare sighting to be honest. He usually holed up in his dorm room to be alone rather than venture out into one of the common spaces. Although it probably helped that the room was otherwise currently empty.
"Hey," you greeted him casually.
As you expected, he scarcely bothered to acknowledge you, only diverting his gaze from his phone for a second before going back to it.
You wandered around the space, checking the floor and table for your item of interest. Really it shouldn't be this difficult. The notebook wasn't in some kind of color that would have been hard to miss against the materials of the room.
Glancing at Bakugou, you weighed your options. There was a chance that someone had accidentally kicked it under one of the couches, so you should probably check there. Then again, you weren't sure whether it was worth crawling around on the floor with your butt in the air in front of your crush. Finally you gave up, sacrificing your dignity to get down on your hands and knees to check.
"The hell are you doing?" came an all-too-familiar voice from above.
"I'm looking for my notebook," you explained curtly, trying to keep your hair from getting too intimately involved with the dust on the floor. "Ugh, I don't see it anywhere," you growled, straightening. "Have you? It's light blue and it's got—"
"You mean this?" Bakugou interrupted you, pulling it out from behind his back with a smirk.
You froze, a scowl bringing your eyebrows together. So it had all been for nothing and he'd just been laughing at you the entire time! "Bakugou!"
"Oh, so it's 'Bakugou' now?" he said, teasing, still holding your notebook up.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" you asked, lunging forward to grab it from his hand.
"I thought you were calling me hermoso."
You stopped dead again, wholly unconscious of the unflattering position you were in.
Oh. Shit.
"You think I'm cute or some shit?" he went on, still smirking at you. "That's what you were saying, right? I looked it up after the second time you—"
Your skin burned with heat, wholly embarrassed he'd discovered your secret. You finally swiped the spiral-bound pages from his hand, turning to leave. It took everything in you to not hang your head with shame as you stepped back in the direction of your room.
"Oi."
Something made you halt in your tracks, even though you were tempted to ignore his call for your attention.
"... I didn't say you had to stop."
You frowned again, confused. "What?" Turning back to him, you saw a faint flush on his cheeks. He suddenly refused to meet your eyes, staring at the corner of the coffee table.
"It's cute," he mumbled, going back to looking at his phone.
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Todoroki:
● Even before you had gotten with Shouto, you couldn't help but find him terribly endearing
● From his blunt and forward personality to his undeniably good looks, you knew you had it bad
● Which is what made it even sweeter when your friend finally asked if you could be just a little more
● The first time you'd spoken the term aloud, you'd had Shou resting his head on your chest, murmuring sweet nothings to him in your own mix of Japanese and Spanish. With your fingers weaving through his bi-colored hair, the boy looked as if he was about to doze off to sleep
● "What does that mean?" he asked softly out of the blue. "Hermoso?"
● You explained it to him, telling him how much he meant to you
● Shouto smiled one of his rare smiles; the one that melted your heart without fail every time
● "I like it," he murmured
● And then that was just what you called him. His favorite of your nicknames worked seamlessly into your relationship
● He liked it because it was so you. He loved your accent and loved hearing the way you spoke it to him
● He probably wouldn't freak out if you used his real name, but he's made it clear that he has a soft spot for being your hermoso
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Kaminari:
● Can we just appreciate for a moment how much Denki loves you?
● Mans is more of a simp for you than you are for him, just wow
● Anyway, once you explain to him what hermoso means, he is all about being called that at every opportunity
● He even calls you hermosa/hermoso back! He loves that you two have that together and he absolutely lives for it
● He'd get super pouty if you tried to call him something else. You have a thing going and he never wants to stop
"Denki," you called from your position on his bed, your head leaning upside down off the side. You thought you saw him twitch in his chair at the sound of his name, but otherwise, he didn't seem to have heard you.
"Babe," you tried again, waiting for him to turn away from his desk and face you, or at the very least make a noise in acknowledgment.
And so, frustrated, you began to playfully cycle through pretty much every nickname you could think of, keeping your voice in an odd monotone in an effort to capture his attention. "Denks. Kami. Honey. Cariño. Baby. Love of my life."
You frowned to yourself when he still refused to look at you. "Hermoso," you drew out in a whine as your final attempt.
He spun around with a grin, finally meeting your eyes. "Yeah? What is it?"
You snorted out a laugh. "I just wanted to say I love you."
