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If you possibly want to try a much longer version of this BNHA ships poll...
I made one on quotev, and it has multiple choices! Please enjoy~ 💜💜💜
You can keep him
That’s just my baby dog
He’s trying his best 🔪🥒
not quite passive aggressive
Hey! Saw your post about giving you prompts ^^ I hope it’s not too bad (first time doing this in my life and I’m an anxious blond head so-)
The prompt is:
Midoriya Izuku + chronic pain (is this a headcanon? I don’t know what’s canon or not anymore) + AU where he’s in a romantic with Katsuki/Shoto/both
I hope it is what you wanted! I know it is pretty simple but I didn’t want to go too overboard for my first prompt. Love your works 💚
Thanks sm for the prompt!! I recognize your user and i'm super flattered that you enjoy my stuff! Chronic pain Izuku is a great headcanon :)
Hope you like it <3
500 words | Deku + chronic pain + bktddk
“So, what’s this?” Uraraka asks, with the air of someone who knows exactly what this is but wants to force Izuku through the mortifying ordeal of explaining it anyway.
Izuku cringes and closes his eyes.
Todoroki, immune to embarrassment, says, “We’re massaging Midoriya’s arms.”
Kacchan, immune to social pressure, doesn’t even bother to respond.
Izuku, caught between two very warm, very close bodies, alternates between melting at the gentle way they knead out the pain from his aching muscles and fidgeting nervously.
“While practically in his lap?” Uraraka presses. “Both of you?”
And Kacchan and Todoroki do both have a leg tossed over Izuku’s.
For leverage. Obviously.
Izuku peeks open one eye, trying to psychically beg Uraraka to stop asking questions and just let him have this.
“You’re overworking yourself,” Kacchan mutters, displeased and using his quirk to massage a particularly sore finger joint.
They're practically holding hands.
“Uh huh,” Izuku responds intelligently.
“Dumbfuck,” Kacchan chastises, flicking his temple. “Listen to me.”
Izuku draws in a sharp breath as Todoroki’s chin comes to rest gently on his other shoulder.
“He’s right, you know.”
“Don’t…” Izuku starts, falling silent when Todoroki’s thumb presses distractingly against Izuku’s palm.
Then Kacchan’s temple falls carefully against Izuku’s, breath warm across his cheek, and Izuku tries his best to remember the rest of his sentence.
“Don’t…um…inflate his ego, Todoroki-kun.”
Kacchan uses his head to press the three of them closer together, less gently than before, knocking Izuku's skull into Todoroki’s. Three peas in a pod.
“I don’t get ego-stroking privileges?”
Izuku laughs nervously.
“No?”
Todoroki hums.
“I think Midoriya is a little distracted at the moment.”
Izuku shakes his head. “Not distracted,” he promises. “Just…uh. I'm just…um...”
“Just convinced you two haven’t been hitting on him all year,” Uraraka finishes, voice a conspiratorial whisper, before moving away to the kitchen.
Izuku can’t help the startled noise that escapes him when two pairs of soft lips press against his cheeks.
“Get the message yet, nerd?”
Izuku pauses with an honest answer on his lips and swallows it back down, face growing hot, because if this is real (and all the signs suggested it was) then,
“…no.”
“No?” Todoroki repeats.
Izuku squeezes his eyes shut. Nervously, he mumbles, “Might have to make it clearer.”
His little stunt is rewarded with a pleased rumble from Kacchan- now nosing at his temple, lips skating achingly close to Izuku's skin in a not-quite kiss- and Todoroki sliding further onto Izuku’s lap.
They’re both still massaging his arms. Izuku hasn't been thinking about the pain for quite a while, though.
“I don’t know how we could be clearer,” Todoroki says and the heat and the closeness and the genuine concern for his well being must be melting Izuku’s brain because he blurts out,
“Kiss me.”
It’s worth it, though, for the way they dip down and finally give him what he’s been dreaming about. Ten times sweeter than any whispered, late-night wish.
"But don't go thinking you call the shots, nerd."