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BAKUGOU KATSUKI 爆豪 勝己 April 20 HAPPY BIRTHDAY

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shivncho​:

I care alot || accepting @eruptae​ said; ❝ trust me, there’s no such thing as good people. ❞

“   Big words, coming from the upcoming number 1  “   he didn’t disagree, if anything he agreed. Maybe it was a bit hypocritical of them both, wanting to become heroes - to protect those kind of people. 

“  I’m probably the last person you need to share this inside with   ”    really now. Shinsou has been through it, this the reason he doesn’t trust people, neither has much interest in making friends.

It was also kinda off, coming from Bakugou. Sure, at first glance it fits but on the other hand - doesn’t the guy has handful of friends he spends time with? He didn’t know him well, this all stuff he gathered from observation. 

“  Something happened between you and your  little extras?  ”   it was a simple question, not meant to be mocking, avoiding the word friends on purpose just to ensure the blond might not block him out right away. That and he doesn’t wanna start a decision if they are his friends or not. Still, he wouldn’t be surprised to receive no answer also.

     ❝     damn straight i’m the up and coming number one ---- but i ain’t fuckin’ stupid.    ❞

katuski has long learned that there was a rule to follow in this world: the weak are MEAT so the strong EAT. the point of a hero, however, was to stand between the predator and prey and protect the weak and small. some days he debated if the hero gig were worth it at all.

in a society of twisting morals and politicians with power letting the innocent get trampled underfoot, the boy has become jaded over time. to rise to the top, he knows what must be done. he knows that no good upstanding citizen would even want to rise through the ranks of power, firstly. and secondly, he knows it takes a semblance of corruption to reach for and take said power.

❝     there’s a reason they’re all EXTRAS in life ---- they’re the extras in my up ‘n’ coming debut as the world’s strongest hero. nothin’ deeper than that, jus’ shitty little NPCs living their shitty little lives, safe and stupid.  ❞

he cares for a few, his support cast, if they needed a proper name. his right hand and their ragtag team of misfits that just always ended up in the right place at the right time. without them . . . maybe he wouldn’t have gotten this far --- but that’s none of shinsou’s business, now is it?

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for your consideration, ✨him✨

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redump of tags cuz this site hates me

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“ you make fun of midoriya for being a nerd, then turn around and name yourself DYNAMIGHT? make it make sense, man. ”

❝     well when the damn nerd does it, it’s corny as shit. i liked allmight first -- for the record.     ❞

though he was not the one chosen to inherit his idol’s quirk . . . but of course, he won’t dwell on it.

of course not.

unprompted. / @unblighted ☼

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*points* allmight otaku

it takes less than a second for the boy to throw a punch, swing missing his friend’s cheek by a hair.

     ❝     shut up, asshole! didn’t you model your hero name after some ol’ hero from decades ago?     ❞

unprompted. / @unblighted ☼

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well im glad its not fuckin k///acchan.

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Bro your vibes are epic. Hold my hand

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💥💥😡💥💥

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decayman​:

Whether he is aware of it or not, Bakugou is similar to them. Tomura knows the glint in his eyes, knows what it’s like to be coiled tightly and pushed until all you want to do is give in to the urge to destroy. What made Tomura notice Bakugou wasn’t his foul-mouthed manner of speaking or attitude but the drive pushing him forward to take what he wants. He wants strength, yeah? Well, the heroes won’t let him use it, won’t let him go all out. They won’t let him do what he wants, not if it clashes with their understanding of what is right. Surely, Bakugou knows this after being shackled by the teachers meant to make him strong.

“Sorry about this,” Tomura continues his monologue, too caught up in his excitement to notice the way Bakugou singles him out with his gaze. “I didn’t think you’d come willingly, so the restraints were necessary. How about we talk–” 

Bakugou’s quirk hurts, but Tomura doesn’t mind that. He’s used to pain. He knows to ignore it. No, he’s pissed for a different reason. The urge to decay rises in his gut and prickles on his skin. Still, he contains himself.

He calmly tells the others to back off and places Father back on his face. “You think they’ll let you win? How stupid is that?” Sharp eyes pierce Bakugou from behind Father’s hold. “They didn’t let you ‘win’ against that Todoroki kid, did they? They stopped you from getting a proper fight. They handed you a meaningless victory and forced the medal on you.” Tomura was watching. He saw things most people no doubt didn’t. He grins cockily. “You want to win like that all your life? By playing on easy mode and still never clearing the game?”

he is better than them, these lowlife villainous scum. they chose to create a life for themselves outside of the law, free of the confines of society but forced to live in shadows. his life has been lived out in the sunlight, shackled to his future but free to move about within his doghouse. some of his classmates, far tamer than him, have incredibly long leashes --- especially those who are cozy with teachers. a bunch of suck up, brown nosed bastards.

katsuki is a powerhouse by himself. he is damn near close to top of his class, beating out some of the brightest minds of his generation. he is smart, calculating, and he will not fall for shigaraki’s tricks easily.

the boy glowers as he speaks, teeth grinding. who is the wrinkled bastard to talk to him like this? he doesn’t have to take this. he lurches forward, slicked palms sparking to life.     ❝     of course i’ll win --- d’you really think they can stop me?     ❞

barring the time he spent bound and gagged on live television to the entire country, he has been allowed to do what he wants. he reached the end of his chain that day, snapping and snarling like a guard dog chasing a squirrel. he never watched the rebroadcast of the competition --- no doubt they had cutesy animations splayed across the screen to explain his behavior away as a joke, as if it were rigged. maybe it was from the start ---- everyone was in on the joke but him.

turmoil stirs his insides, the taste bitter.     ❝     you can’t stop me either, bitch.    ❞    / @decayman​ ♥

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@eruptae said:  he takes her hands in his, his right guiding her left to his shoulder. his heartbeat jumps as her ear presses against his chest and katsuki can’t help but smile, swaying with her. “ you’ll be th’ death of me — y'know that, cheeks? ”

she was still talking when he takes her hand to close the distance between them.  it took her a second to realize what he was doing; she had been caught up in reflecting on the summer she didn’t even notice the music playing from his phone.  bright pink flushed her cheeks as she placed her hand on his shoulder and took his other hand with hers.  ochako couldn’t stop thinking about the summer, that moment he came out of nowhere.  she could picture it in slow motion, izuku and melissa yelling at her in the distance as she faced down the robots trying to get to her and her friends.  then from her left out of nowhere it seemed katsuki arrived to protect her from the attacking robots.  he had saved her life.  she never said anything but she did notice how he arrived before todoroki and kirishima; he had rushed to be there.  without hesitant she moved even closer to rest her head on his chest.  the loud thumping against her ear and tucked in his arms she felt like everything was just standing still around them. 

closing her eyes she wanted to soak in every minute she had right now.  there was a sense of calm she felt being with him, no matter how high-strung he was.  but when he was like this, it was a moment she felt like they both could enjoy the peace for once.  slowly swaying in time to the music with him she started to remember how disappointed she was the dance was ruined this summer, granted it was a wonderful hero experience; she was ready to eat and dance the night away.  but now she couldn’t imagine it comparing at all to this moment right now.  his voice hummed loud in her ear as pink flushed her cheeks hearing her favourite nickname.  she kept her head nuzzled in his chest but didn’t miss a beat to reply.

 “i don’t think you would have it any other way.” she said with a small smile as she gave his hand a squeeze. 

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realistic bakugou

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@unblighted​ asked:  " i think you're long due for a break man. " eijirou rushes through his unsolicited advice. he's the first one to commend bakugou for his hard work, but everyone has limits, and the red head thinks the prickly teen has reached his. nothing has changed to the untrained eye, eijirou prides himself on being well versed in bakunese and bakuology. " you said it first back during the sports festival: a quirk is still a physical trait, and those have limits. let's take a breather before you get hurt. "

katsuki can feel the sweat slide down the small of his back, an indication of his physical exhaustion. while his quirk relied on the secretion -- he can feel the oncoming dehydration headache at the back of his skull. he grits his teeth still, balls his hands into fists. he can’t stop, he won’t stop. stopping means admitting defeat --- defeat means... he’s lost. he cannot fathom swallowing defeat... no, he’ll never taste it. defeat would mean his dream, the fire that fuels his very being, would all be for naught.

if there is anyone that can shake the boy from his thoughts, it’s eijirou kirishima. while he possesses an uncanny ability to get under katsuki’s skin, he is also the only student in their class that can ground him. he understands the burden on katsuki’s shoulders, empathizes with his uncompromising but slightly... crooked sense of justice. when he looks into the other boy’s eyes, he only sees understanding. there is no pity --- maybe a hint of worry but there is no damn pity. in that moment, he can appreciate nothing more.

the grip his fingerpads hold against his palms loosens and he takes a breath for the first time in what feels like days. in, in, in he breathes until his lungs can hold no more, the satisfying strain against his ribcage is almost pleasurable.

kirishima suggested a break. a break. katsuki bakugou does not take breaks. he is a war machine, bred and built to withstand the weight of the world, to tear the world asunder. they are but little toy soldiers marching across the battlefield but katsuki would never settle for being a foot soldier --- he’s no cannon fodder. his world revolves around being good enough to climb the ranks, to be the proverbial general.

-------- even machines, though, need maintenance.in a way, he supposes, a few minutes of sleep might do him good.

he turns on his heel, their shoulders brushing. gym gamma could use a rest from his beatings.

yeah.

       ❝     whatever, shitty hair. i take it you’re pussying out of sparring later, then?     ❞

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underlying motif. 

YOU ARE: the lightning rod. whether it’s your turbulent nature, your flash quick mind, or the air of unknown about you, your undercurrent is the lightning rod. you are somewhat unpredictable, but if we unraveled we’d see you know exactly what you’re doing, but it’s makes you feel less vulnerable to pretend it wasn’t planned. some people stay back from you, but others would follow you cross country, for the very same reason. they don’t know enough about you. the difference is in who wants to learn more. keep your golden nature, it’s exciting, but don’t be afraid to admit what you know. matshona dhliwayo said “lightning strikes but does not roar” your bite will always be worse than your bark, keep that close to your chest.

tagged by: @unblighted​ ♥

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“I’ll carry you somehow— the weight of you makes me strong”

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Mina: Move your legs-

Bakugou: DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO RACOON EYES!!! *Explosions here and there*

Deku *in the other room*: *cries*