Meet Haruto Arashi, a wicked powerful addition to class 1-A! Tag along as she navigates school, family, and being a Hero-in-training, all while tearing up the sky!

Monoma likes to think he's got his crushes under control. He does not. And he signed up for training with both of them.

Todoroki and Yaoyorozu's plan to keep their relationship a secret is foiled by a little girl. Written for the Todomomo Week Day 1 prompt: Secret Dating

Kaminari makes a horrifying smoothie, Hitoshi wants to taste-test and Katsuki is coping bad with the feelings for his queer af boyfriend, with bad flirting lines that he can't even deliver fully before breaking into blush.

Maybe Izuku and Neito shouldn't have agreed to train with Hitoshi. Maybe they should have insisted he stays in dorms and rest. But they didn't.

Hitoshi is out on a hunt to discover a mystery of Izuku's ass cheeks.

Shinsou gets hit by a weirdest possible sex pollen quirk in existence, at least in his opinion. Now he has two options: bara bara with his crush (and more) OR say goodbye to his career because of a growing problem.

Hitoshi expected Midoriya to, well, react. Preferably reply. But he just... charged, face carefully expressionless. "Hey! Not gonna say anything to that?" Come on, answer, answer, answer— Midoriya looked at him with a frown but otherwise hasn't reacted. Fuck.

Shinsou knew he was watched. The chubby boy didn't know what would happen though.

Summary As a part of second year hero course programme Bakugou and Shinsou are sent to an off-campus location to get their quirk analysed. The specialist is cute though and Hitoshi isn't blind but he is sleep-deprived.

He would. Fucking. Catch it. There was no other way. He would catch the damn thing and it was final.

"I'll cut it later," he said. "I'll make sure it doesn't get too long," he said. "No, I'm not growing it out, I'll trim it soon," he said. "It's not that long, you're seeing things," he said. Well, Hitoshi was a big fat liar and Izuku was about to prove it to him.

"What are you doing?" Izuku asked, barely over a whisper. So beautiful, so relaxed, so trusting. "Lookin at my entire universe," he replied.

The persistent Nightgale thrilled, sounding a little closer to the window than it did before. Hitoshi wanted to… maybe laugh? Maybe cry? He screamed instead. "Give up motherfucker! Give up! There's no love, she won't love you! Really! Stop! You won't find her! You'll die alone!"

"Hey guys, can y'all add some berries?" Denki asked the moment he realized what they were doing. "Absolutely fucking not you Pikachu rip-off," Bakugō growled out letting a series of explosions. "You already tried this mix, it's horrible. It has more common sense than you so it will surely not fucking add any stupid shit in."

No matter how careful you are, accidents can still happen. Keigo and Touya find this out the hard way. Crossposted on Ao3.

Bakugo has horrible flashbacks during a training activity after being attacked on the first day of his internship. Crossposted on Ao3.

Hitoshi cracked an eye open and saw Izuku smiling at her brightly on the background of the cerulean sky. They would be alright.

Some people meet at a cafe, at work, or even online. Dabi and Hawks? Well, they met at a bar. Crossposted on Ao3.

God, how could Hitoshi act so confident, so shameless— Izuku loved it, even as he felt a prickle of jealousy. It only made things more exciting. It only made him feel so much more special as Hitoshi's boyfriend. He was chosen, not any of the other people staring at their body. He, not them.

"What are you?" Time spoke. He spoke. For the first time since— Since— 'I don't know.' Light didn't make a sound, its 'voice' was a melody without notes, its language lacked words with finite meaning.

Izuku spills someone's coffee and gets a date with a mysterious stranger.

Hitoshi's skin was crawling and Hitoshi's skeleton was crawling out of his meat suit. That's how he felt at least. Good that his boyfriend was there to ease his suffering.

Hitoshi has something to tell Izuku... too bad the broccoli doesn't have the braincells.

"It is not your fault and you have nothing to be sorry about." "You're mad though," he said, a little muffled by the finger on his lips, before he could stop himself. The flash of surprise and hurt on Izuku's face made him flinch. Fuck, fuck, why couldn't he keep his thoughts to himself—?