May i have a scenario of todoroki,bakugou and deku bumping into the nerdy girl in their class and her glasses fall off and she is like really really beautiful without her glasses on and love at first sight just happens ps.good luck with your blog my sweet potato pancake
I’m so sorry for the wait! I’ll be honest with you, I had a lot of trouble writing for this request because I don’t particularly like these kinds of scenarios, but I like a challenge! Also, I was halfway through with Bakugou’s part and was like, you know what, I can do this, and I don’t wanna let this person down. So here you are! It took way longer than it should have, but I hope you like it!
P.S. Thank you so much for wishing me good luck! I couldn’t stop smiling when I read ‘my sweet potato pancake’!
Everything around you seemed to be moving in slow motion. You were falling, that much you knew, and you could see your glasses – or what you thought were your glasses – in midair beside you. You reach out in an attempt to save them, but they’re just out of reach. You hit the ground with a dull thud, landing on your bottom, and let out a small yelp.
“Ah,” the body in front of you says, unfazed by your collision. “Sorry.”
You look up and stare at the blurry blob in front of you, eyes squinting as you try to focus your vision. You could make out the colors red and white, but that was enough to tell you who you had just bumped into.
“Todoroki-kun?” It came out as more of a question, and you can’t see the confused expression your classmate wore. He couldn’t figure out if you were glaring at him and didn’t understand why you’d said his name like that.
He holds out his hand, and a moment passes before he realizes that you can’t see it. He takes your hands in his and pulls you upright with a strength you didn’t know he possessed, and you almost bump into him again.
“Th-thanks,” you say, blushing from how close the two of you were. You could barely make out his bi-colored eyes, his left one standing out significantly more. You find yourself staring at it before he clears his throat.
“Sorry!” you exclaim, taking a few steps back from him. He wasn’t annoyed with your stare – he hadn’t noticed it at all. He had been too busy doing the same thing to you.
Although you weren’t a supermodel, you were beautiful in your own special way, and it made his chest feel funny. Were you really that quiet girl he knew?
“Um,” you say, cheeks flushed, “I can’t really see, my glasses kind of fell off earlier. Can you…?”
“Oh, of course,” he replies, immediately bending down to pick up the said item. He straightens up quickly and hands them to you, and the smile that lights up your face makes him feel dizzy.
“Thank you!” This time, your smile is directed at him, and he can feel his face heating up. After putting on your glasses, you look up at him to find his cheeks flushed. “Todoroki-kun, are you okay? Your face is really red.”
“Huh?” He hadn’t realized how hot his face had gotten, immediately cooling himself down with his Quirk. That was strange, he thought. He wasn’t anywhere near angry.
“Ah, I’m fine,” he says. He couldn’t fathom how just wearing glasses made such a big difference in your appearance. You could feel yourself growing warmer under his gaze, but before you get the chance to leave, he says, “They don’t suit you. Those glasses.”
He bites his lip to keep himself from saying more than he needed to and abruptly spins on his heels. As he walks away, you finally take in his words and practically stop breathing. You glance up at him and find the tips of his ears tinted pink, and it makes your heart race in your chest knowing that he was just as flustered as you were.
Bakugou didn’t forget faces. Sure, he didn’t make an effort in remembering people’s names, even if they were his classmates, but he sure as hell didn’t completely forget someone’s existence. That’s why he was staring so hard at you right now, eyebrows pulled down in an intense glare as he looked you up and down. He was starting to feel annoyed. Who the fuck were you?
“S-sorry, Bakugou-kun!” you stutter shakily under his crimson eyes, your own wide eyes glued to the ground. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel the anger radiating from him, even from your spot on the floor. You move your hands around, searching for your glasses that fell off when the blond bumped into you just moments prior. “I should have been paying more attention!”
Your whole being trembled with fear because why wasn’t he saying anything? Was he that mad at you? You just wanted to run out of there as soon as possible, but you couldn’t find your goddamn glasses, and you were considering just leaving without them.
What the hell is she doing? You had been on your knees for the past three minutes, head down, hands scrambling around for something, and it was starting to piss him off. Bakugou finally tears his eyes away from your flustered form and glances a few feet to your side, eyeing a pair of glasses. Was that what you were looking for?
He picks them up and grunts irritably, “Oi!”
You jolt in surprise, a squeak emitting from your lips.
“Are these yours?” He examines the glasses in his hand. They look so familiar, but he can’t put his fucking finger on why he recognized them. For the first time since your encounter, you look up at him, and he swears the world around him stops, his breath catching in his throat. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, eyes wide with shock and cheeks the dyed the color of cherry blossoms.
“My glasses!” You exclaim, reaching out for them and breaking him from his trance He blinks a few times to clear his mind, but that proves useless when your perfect lips pull into a smile. His hands were sweating now, threatening to send sparks flying, and his head already felt like it was exploding. “Thank you, Bakugou-kun!”
He watches as you slip on your glasses, the spell you had cast on him instantly gone as they hide your face once again. Now he knew who you were, donning those big-framed glasses that hid most of your face.
“_______?” he says under his breath, still in denial. How could someone so beautiful change so much with just one accessory?
“Yes?” You look up at him, all traces of fear void from your face now.
“I…” He pauses to think about his words, something he almost never does. He doesn’t want them to come out wrong, but he doesn’t know why either. “Didn’t recognize you.”
You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear and laugh nervously. “Everyone says that.”
Did he make you uncomfortable? Why did you wear those glasses in the first place? Yeah, you obviously had bad eyesight, but you could’ve chosen better looking frames, right?
“W-well,” you say, clearing your throat, “I’m gonna head back to class now, so… See you, Bakugou-kun.”
His scarlet eyes stay glued to your retreating form, and he swears to get closer to you no matter what.
“I’m so sorry!” he shouts as soon as he bumps into you, as if it was a reflex. He had been too busy mumbling to himself about something when he crashed into you, but when he laid his eyes on you, whatever it was he was thinking about disappeared from his mind.
You look up at him and blink, trying to guess who he was based on his voice. “Midoriya-kun, right?”
“Y-yes!” he squeaks, voice a few octaves higher than usual. He couldn’t help it, really, with how starstruck your beauty left him.
“Can you help me find my glasses?” you ask after a moment, lips pulled into a shy smile. “I can’t really see without them.”
Once he hands you your glasses, you thank him and slide them over your face, sighing when your vision clears up. “Thank you, Midoriya-kun.”
“N-no problem! It was my fault anyway, since I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking and ended up bumping into you. I do that sometimes,” he rambles, voice trembling as his cheeks flush bright red. “S-sorry again, ______-chan.”
“It’s alright,” you giggle, finding his rambling rather cute. “I’ll see you in class.”
As you walk away, he debates about whether or not he should tell you how pretty you look without your glasses. Before you enter the classroom, he calls out to you, face redder than before.
“Y-you should take off your glasses more often,” he stutters. “You look good without them.“
You were sure your face looked just like his, your cheeks rising in temperature at his words. Flustered, you squeak out a thanks and dash into the classroom.
Maybe, he thought, if he stuck around you more, he would get to see you without your glasses more, too. Even if he didn’t, he was sure he’d still like to get to know you more.