Teacher Teacher Teacher I Have A Sad Hokucanon About How, Since Hoku Honey Thinks Sabo Is Dead, She Makes

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝐺𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒

ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᴮᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒ'ᵈ ᵃᶜᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗ·

Bakugo isn’t the type of boyfriend who chases after you right after a fight. He’s not one to apologize immediately or keep sending messages non-stop. He’s like a contained fire, wrapped up in his own pride, and when a fight breaks out, his first move is to pull away.

So, he locks himself in the gym, as usual. He punches the bag with all his anger, lifts weights like he’s trying to crush the frustration building up inside him. He runs, jumps, trains, trains, and trains until his muscles are screaming. For those first few hours, he manages to shut down the voice in his head that keeps calling your name. But that peace? It doesn’t last. It never does.

By the time it’s around 7:00 p.m. and the sky’s painted with a red hue, guilt hits him. He remembers everything he said, how he said it, and the way you looked when it all ended. “Damn it…” he mutters to himself, clenching his fists. He wonders if he went too far. If he really had to say all that. He realizes it might’ve been a stupid thing to do.

Before he can think it through, he’s already heading out to find you. It wasn’t planned. He’s not overthinking it. He just moves, almost like his feet know the way better than his mind.

And that’s when he stops thinking so much and listens to his heart instead.

When he finally sees you, he doesn’t rush. He walks over with purpose, that usual scowl on his face—the one you’ve learned to read. He’s not mad. He’s just tense. He reaches out and grabs your wrist—not roughly, but firm enough to stop you from pulling away before he can speak.

“Can we talk?” he asks, his voice rougher than usual, but softer than you'd expect. It’s forced, like he’s not used to being gentle, but for you, he’s willing to try.

Then he looks you in the eyes. You’re probably still pissed, but when it comes to you, he’s ready to own up to his mistakes.

Only with you.

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• MASTERLIST

“He, Who I Love.”

pairing: bakugo x gn! reader

tooth rotting fluff, no angst no smut!!

Katsuki is unafraid— fearless. At least that’s what he likes to believe. However, loving you? It shakes him to his core. His love for you ever so strong, so overwhelming— scares him just a little.

You notice in the way his usual rough hands became impossibly gentle and tremble ever so slightly when he touches you— caresses you. To him, touching you feels like touching something fragile. Something forbidden that only he is fortunate enough to have.

The way he holds you in his big, strong arms after a long day, or the way his forehead presses against yours as if you were his safe space. His haven.

To the world, Katsuki Bakugo is loud, brash, and certainly unrelenting. But you? You see a completely different side of him, one that’s solely meant for you and only you. It truly is a privilege to see his softer side. He is warm, steady, calming— the kind of love that makes you forget about all the worries in the world.

Because when Katsuki loves, he loves with everything—his heart, his soul, his body, and every unshakable piece of his mind.

when satoru’s little daughter is asked about the definition of love during one of those educational games in kindergarten, she answers with “it’s the way papa looks at mama” and then proceeds to impersonate him by tilting her head to the side and resting a cheek against her palm, dreamy and lovesick eyes — just the way satoru always looks at you when you talk, and now that’s the shape of love in your little daughter’s eyes 🥹

gojo satoru with the cutest baby girl who’s a miniature copy of him.

gojo satoru who does whatever it takes to keep his precious baby safe — whether from his clan’s elders, bounty hunters, etc.

gojo satoru who could never say no to his little angel and spoils her rotten

gojo satoru’s little girl who he spoils with sweets since young so she grew up to have the same sweet tooth

gojo satoru who is afraid that his little munchkin wouldn’t remember him due to how long he was gone for missions :(

gojo satoru who always try to make time for you and his baby

gojo satoru who takes both of you to a beach vacation after the whole sukuna ordeal (yes, he lives)

gojo satoru who panics after realizing his baby catches her first cold

gojo satoru who doesn’t have his blindfold nor glasses on when he is with his baby

gojo satoru who’s completely smitten with his favorite girls

a/n: girl-dad gojo is my roman empire

pt. 2

Imagine birthdays being quite an uneventful for you. Sure you love celebrating birthdays when it comes to your dearest friends but it was just that your own birthday was never your thing and probably would never be. It was just the same old day and the more that you get older, the less exciting it has become. It makes you wonder when did you started getting unexcited about it, just treating it like any other day.

Imagine today just happened to be that day, the day that you were born, one you did not ask to- but sure, happy birthday self, you thought as you close the door behind you. Taking a quick shower after work and changing into your comfortable clothes, a piece of tower hanging on your shoulder as you grab a couple cans of beer in the refrigerator before going inside your room.

Imagine, birthdays were troublesome. Specially when you have no plans to joyfully celebrate it but as you walk on the balcony of your room, stepping out only to be greeted by a cold breeze as you step out causing you to rub your arm with your free hand as a small smile creeps into your face. You then gently place the can of beers into the small coffee table on the balcony before sitting down on the chair beside it before looking beyond the horizon. "This is nice."

Imagine looking at the sunset as it disappears from the horizon. Its colors reflecting all over the city and its skyscraper as you stare at it in awe. You have not seen such scene once in a while. Making you wonder when was theblast time you have seen such thing. Makes you wonder when did you ever stop to look at the sky to see such wonderful scene. It happeneds every day yet it feels like you rately have seen it. Growing up means losing time, the more you focus on something else the more you seemed to have forgotten the little things. Maybe it was not so bad to take a break once in a while. Just like today.

Imagine finishing your beers as time by, the sun have already set in the horizon as the sky darkens and the stars start to appear as well as the moon, giving light into the city night. It was almost time for you to get up and take a break when you heard someone humming, taking on your way from the inside as you slightly panicked. Until you heard a familiar voice coming from the inside.

"Happy birthday to you..." your jaw almost dropped as you could not help but to look at him with wide eyes. He was not supposed to be in here. "Happy birthday to you..." Yet there he was cake in hand, candles lit up waiting for you to blow it with a wish- if the breeze would not beat you into doing so. "Happy birthday dear (First name)..." He then looks at you with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Happy birthday to you." He finishes, kneeling in front of you with cake in hand within your reach.

Imagine the way you blink, look down in the cake with a melting candle before you blink again, then you make a wish, blow the candle before poking and scooping a little bit on your finger and tasting it. This time he was the one looking at you with wide eyes. "You're not surprised?" He asked, slightly offended that his plan did not seem to surprised you at all but you do. You did not expect him to barge into your apartment and make such last minute appearance. And then you chuckle which eventually turn into full blown laughter.

"I am." You giggle, brushing off some tears on your eyes before cupping his cheeks. "Thank you very much love." You said affectionately which almost made him drop the cake he was holding nevertheless was about to put it into the coffee table before anything else. "I mean it, really." In the eyes of others it may not be that obvious, but the way his eyes brighten upon hearing your word. Maybe spending your birthday with someone would not be so bad as you thought it would be or maybe because it was him that you would not mind celebrating yor birthday for once in a while.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

: happy birthday to my broke-ass self yay! Thank God it's my way off. Anyways, adios.

The thing that gets me is im not even a lash out girlie when im really angry. I go fucking silent and ICY. I know my anger is a quiet seething terrible despicable thing and i usually only keep the real ugly shit to myself.

But just the IDEA of being able to comfortably go into that rage state and knowing the person seeing it won't see it as despicable or ugly and just sees it as a part of you which in turn makes it something they love is just...leveling me right now.

you are the first girl whose smile won gojo over, and he fell in love with you unconditionally, but your daughter, who became an extension of both of your lives, showed him another form of love.

you often like to tease him that she took everything after her father, but at one point, when satoru was playing with her, he could not believe his eyes when he saw that she had an exact cope of your smile. he experienced that unimaginable feeling again, but in a completely different way — it is something precious, something that connects you.

“satoru?”

“she has your smile.”

todoroki shouto and his 8-month-old son having identical pouty faces.

It becomes trouble when your husband and 8-month-old son are quiet as you’re about to finish preparing dinner. You could sense it, like a superpower you could only unlock when you reached a certain milestone in life.

“It’s just a piece of soft biscuit. Maybe we can give him only a little—“

“No, Shou.”

You had only denied your son a snack once, and yet, the betrayal in his big, watery eyes made it seem like you had committed an unforgivable crime.

Your eight-month-old son, snug in Todoroki’s arms, was pouting hard—his chubby cheeks puffed out, lips trembling, and his tiny hands curled into fists against his father’s chest. Tears clung to his thick lashes, threatening to spill at any moment. He was the very image of pitiful distress.

And Todoroki?

He wasn’t much better.

He’s holding your son with an almost identical expression—unmistakably sulking, his lips pressed together in silent protest (but he knew he could never win this war against you). It didn’t help that your son was his near-perfect replica, down to the way his tiny eyebrows furrowed in quiet displeasure. The only major difference was this little boy inherited your eyes.

Thank the heavens, because you almost came to the conclusion that Todoroki reproduced by himself via asexual reproduction.

Because it was dangerous how alike they looked.

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Oh, come on. It was just one snack.”

Todoroki’s grip on your son shifted slightly as he responded, voice flat but clearly displeased. “It was just a small piece.”

The baby, as if understanding that his father was taking his side, whimpered softly and nuzzled closer to his father’s chest, letting out a tiny, heart-wrenching sniffle.

“Dinner is literally a minute away. He’ll survive.”

“He might starve and lose his healthy body,” Todoroki tells you warily.

“Shou, take one good look at our son. He’s chubbier than any of his older cousins, plus, we feed him formula 5 times a day, he eats solid food twice, and even gets a snack when he wakes up from his naps—so don’t tell me he’ll starve when he eats more than we do combined.”

Your husband didn’t argue further, but his silence spoke volumes. He gently rubbed your son’s back, sighing as the little boy let out another sniffle. You knew this game—Todoroki might not be saying anything, but his entire posture screamed, “I think you’re being unfair, but I won’t push it… even though I’m clearly upset.”

“The pouting isn’t going to work on me.”

Todoroki blinked, expression unchanged. “I’m not pouting.”

“You are,” you told him. “And he’s just copying you.”

At that, he finally glanced down at the baby in his arms. Your son blinked up at him, sniffling again before sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“…I think this is just his natural expression,” Todoroki finally said, deadpan.

“Uh-huh. I don’t think we’ll ever need a DNA test to prove that he’s yours.”

“Why would we need a DNA test when I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? And our son also looks like me—“

“Oh, Shou. It was a joke,” you sigh lovingly.

“Oh.”

Todoroki hummed, shifting your son slightly so he could wipe away a stray tear from the baby’s cheek. “Your mother is strict,” he murmured, speaking softly to him as if he wasn’t right in front of you. “Very heartless.”

“Excuse me?”

The baby hiccupped, seemingly agreeing.

Todoroki glanced up at you, the slightest hint of amusement evident in his eyes. “It’s true.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Unbelievable. If I left meals to you, he’d be living off of cold soba and whatever random snacks you keep in the fridge.”

Todoroki didn’t deny it (for the most part).

“But I do take cooking classes now...”

“Mhm.”

He gently bounced your son in his arms, his gaze softening as your baby yawned, snuggling closer to his chest now that the dramatics had settled.

You sighed, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You’ll thank me later, little pouty boy,” you murmured before glancing up at your husband. “And you—stop ganging up on me with him.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he replied, completely straight-faced.

You gave him a knowing look. “Uh-huh.”

A comfortable silence settled between you before you turned back to the stove, giving the curry one last stir. “Dinner’s ready.”

He smiled. “Finally.”

You shot him a playful glare, though there was no real heat behind it. You took your son from his arms, adjusting him on your hip before pressing a small kiss to his chubby cheek.

“Alright, come on, little pouty boy.”

Todoroki followed closely behind. “Which one?”

You laughed at that.

“Both of you.”

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Did Mahina really intend for Hoku to go to that marine (I forgot her name) and be inevitably raised by marines if anything happened to her and/or Manu. Or was she secretly hoping that Mihawk would grow a soft spot for her and end up raising her (like he kinda ended up doing).

I love this question 

Mahina believed that with Tsuru and inevitably in the heart of the marines, she’d be the safest. If Hoku joined their ranks, she’d be protected under their laws and care and in a way, hidden and untouchable by certain people because she’s a hard working soldier, how could they sell her off as a slave? Mahina knew however there would be restrictions and laws, but her first hope was seeing Hoku be able to get the chance to survive in the months past what was going to happen. She also didn’t know what the state of the world would be after the Fall of Artopoki, and since she planned to go into this as her last fight, she wanted to do what she could and think ahead for once for the daughter she was leaving behind.

However, Mahina trusts Mihawk with all her lives, and the only thing she did know for certain was that if she left her in his hands, she’d live.

And maybe, maybe, she humored the idea of Mihawk towing around that daughter she promised he would meet and maybe they’d go on some adventures of their own, she knew Mihawk had been feeling a bit bored lately anyway.

umemiya always looks for the blame in himself and his actions, a part of him always guilt ridden. he turns and twists and somehow manages to tie the situation to a small action of his he did ages ago, like some fruit fly happening to pass through.

and as he looks for the blame always in himself, all you can do is to sit back there, your baggage already heavy and a part of you afraid- afraid of making a noise about this whole thing- because once he realizes there is nothing else to be done by him, once that intervention comes, once you are better, once he "fixes" you, umemiya hajime being the sweetest, most selfless, always running into help fix things and support people- he will move on to the next broken thing