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OOC  //  Yo!  The name’s Jay.  None of my old homies are in this RP fandom anymore, but I realized life is too short for me to not roleplay Kats.  He’s been my comfort character for years and MHA will always hold a special place in my heart even though I think that the story, objectively, is all over the place.

     I’m looking for fun threads and shipping threads with pretty much any and all characters, but especially Dekus.  Have you had a BakuDeku roleplay you’ve been itching to do?  Canon, AUs, short threads, long threads.  Hit me up in DMs here and we can get something started!

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that went easier than expected – actually, that was too easy. midoriya was prepared for at least some conversation . . maybe some kick back ? an argument even ? but honestly, upon further consideration, he probably should have expected this. bakugou was always ready for a fight . . especially when midoriya was involved. a soft surprise took to his features as he watched the other trail off. wait - did he mean now ??

“ kacchan – wait ! i didnt mean right now – what about dinner  ?? – and shouldnt we get approval from a teacher – kacchan – ! “     midoriya rambled after him, firing off his concerns. the green haired boy reluctantly following behind him. 

     He did, in fact, mean now.  There’s seemingly no stopping him, Katsuki’s all about doing first and asking questions later.  “Haah?  Room’s open for anybody, ain’t it?  We’ll just tell Aizawa-sensei after I wipe the floor with you.”  As for dinner, he’s cocky enough to say,  “’n I’ll beat ya so fast I’ll still have time to head to the dining hall after--...” 

     As if on cue, his stomach rumbles.  He stops his stalwart stomp towards the training room and reconsiders,  “--... Tch.  Grub first, and then we go.”

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I am here!!  I’m going to drop all my old threads because I don’t wanna hunt them down, but please like this post if you’d like me to come into your DMs to plot!

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     There’s something in the furrow in Katsuki’s brow and arrogant tilt of his chin that radiates  just fucking say it already, Deku.  Closed mouths don’t get fed, and in the Bakugou household, mumbling mouths get whacked right in the teeth!  But what Izuku ends up saying had him grinning, wild and excited.  Now you’re speaking his language.

     “Haah.  Shut it with the explanation already, I heard ya.”    He’s already headed towards the training room.  The best way for someone like Deku to gain experience is gonna have to be mano-a-mano  --  having their outfits and gear was only going to lead to more overthinking, right?  “C’mon, nerd.  I’ll take you on anyday.”

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“ ka.. kacchan i wanted to ask you…. “     his heart was racing. for some reason he found this nerve-racking. there midoriya stood, in front of his childhood friend. instead of conversing like peers, he was stuttering like a stranger. sure, bakugou always tended to put him more on the nervous side. and what he had in mind was going to inconvenience him …  –  but his determination was clear. he just needed to spit it out – 

“ – will you spar with me ?! “

“ you said it yourself – i’m too predictable ! … i’ve been thinking about that nonstop… and you’re right, i am. and i want to get better ! the only way i can think to get better is to practice – and there’s nobody better for me to practice with than you !!! “

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denki  laughs ,    something  light  and  airy .      ❛❛   i  know  you’re  being  snide ,   but  you  actually  have  a  weird  way  of  hitting  the  nail  right  on  the  head  sometimes .    sunflowers  really  are  my  favorite !   ❜❜

it’s  gotten  a  lot  easier  to  pick  katsuki’s  mind  over  the  past  few  weeks ,   finally  finding  the  line  between  good  intention  and  aiming  to  strike  a  goddamn  nerve .    this  is  one  of  the  rarer  moments  where  denki  can  enjoy  indulging  in  the  former ,   inspired  by  the  extra  touch  of  physical  attention  to  satiate  genuine  curiosity .    he  twists  in  his  seat  to  lean  back  against  the  other  with  a  hum  .

         ❛❛   you  know  that  flower  festival  they  have  every  summer ,   the  one  in  kiyose ?    it’s  pretty  close  to  where  i  grew  up ,   so  i’ve  been  going  since  i  was  little !    there’s  literally  thousands  of  sunflowers  there  and  they're  HUGE .    some  easily  twice  my  size !    ❜❜     arms  fly  up  to  illustrate ,   careful  not  to  accidentally  knock  any  noses  in . 

❛❛   but  it’s  not  always  sunny  during  the  festival ,   which  is  how  you  come  about  learning  these  kinds  of  things .    most  sunflowers  just  face  east  when  the  sun’s  gone ,   or  some  droop  down  like  they’re  sad   —   but  the  really  young  ones  tend  to  look  to  each  other  for  help ,   kind  of  like  they’re  saying ,   ‘ hey ,   what’s  the  big  idea ?! ’  .    it’s  extra  endearing  when  you  understand  how  difficult  it  is  for  them  to  move  their  heads  at  all .    they  have  a  strange  sense  of  pride .   ❜❜    

hands  come  to  settle  over  his  belly ,   elbow  leaned  on  katsuki’s  torso  as  to  continue  casually  invading  his  space ,   too .      ❛❛   even  so ,   they  don’t  struggle  to  trust  each  other  when  things  get  hard .   ❜❜      denki  then  turns  his  head .    winks .      ❛❛   or  when  they’re  trying  out  cute  new  nicknames  for  the  first  time  and  aren’t  sure  how  they’ll  be  received  by  their  sunflower  boyfriends .   ❜❜

     There’s always this taut second when Denki leans into him as casually as breathing and Katsuki stiffens in turn, his own breath caught somewhere in his throat.  He’s quicker to relax into it now, having learned through their time together that not every touch had to feel like war and that this touch and warmth felt more like coming home.  In preparation for all the wild motions Denki tended to articulate his words with, Katsuki leans further back into the bench and watches.

     It’s easy to imagine the festival  (  even when Katsuki had the chance to see it but insisted on skipping it because it a waste of time  )  .  Denki described it so giddily and vividly that Katsuki could almost picture a child dwarfed by tall, bright flowers all around him, his hair and eyes sparkling with the same yellow as its petals.  Sunspots.  Dunce face.  Denki.

     “Haah.  Shuddap.  Guess your little sunflower ass found me, huh?”  His grin was immediate and toothy.  It’d be more accurate to say they were lucky enough to find each other after all the unfortunate events that preceded it, but the prideful, young sunflower he is, he won’t concede that he is anything less than the sun.  “Just keep your eyes on me.”

     He says this,trailing every little spot on Denki’s face with his thumb, affectionate and haughty.  It’s a declaration, as if he was saying each freckle was part of constellation that belonged to him.  “If you’re still kickin’ next year, let’s go.  Bet my ass there’s gotta be some some dumb flower to suits me better.”

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‘ if you wanted honesty that’s all you had to say. ’ / from sero !!

     Cellophane, more like cello-pain in his ass.

     “What part of ‘speak up’ went up ‘n over your soy-sauce head?  Who the hell doesn’t want honesty?!”  He’s bellowing, arms crossed and brows furrowed.  “Quit talkin’ in circles ‘n say it to me straight!  Y’went and got yourself hurt in the last fight, didn’t you?”

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     The whole incident at Nabu island was just another notch to add to his heroic belt  --  nothing more, nothing less.  Good riddance  --  or so Katsuki  tries  to think of it, as he eyed the island fade into the horizon. Looking past the excessive heat and the boring-ass locale, he had grown fond of the mountains and the abandoned castles.  He knew it was unlikely anyone would ever come to the middle of nowhere again, having no reason to.  The next time they saw the brats would be because they moved to livelier, more bustling places  --  and hopefully, by then, the siblings will have gotten a ton stronger.

     Then there were the unaddressed gaps in his memories  --  he knew that Deku and him had taken down Nine together, but how the battle went and how it broke the bones in both his goddamn arms was up in the air.  Most of his classmates had been too far from ground zero to see it until after the battle.  What he knows for certain is that his own quirk might burst every damn vessel in his arm but it’d never shatter them like that.  He only knew one dumbass with a quirk that powerful  --  a certain dumbass that also shattered both his arms like twigs after the fight.

     “I asked you what was up with you leaving the brats without saying goodbye and your answer was a load’a crap.”  He jabs, leaning further back on the guardrails and tilting his chin towards the sky.  “Just spit it out.”

Izuku isn’t sure how to feel when he finds out that Katsuki doesn’t remember a single thing about their final stand together — against the villain, Nine. Initially, there’s some relief … but something twists in his gut as well. What a reckless thing he had done, giving Katsuki the power of One For All. Katsuki’s damaged arm was his own doing, even if the other had begrudgingly accepted the Quirk after Izuku had begged for him to take it, for better or worse. There isn’t anyone else he can imagine being so reckless to, so reckless with and in some regards, he’s glad that it was Katsuki ( the one person who had always shared the same dream as him . ) They had done unbelievable things together and now it was as if none of it had happened at all. With such an ordinary ending, they would be forced to return back to their ( mostly ) ordinary lives. Maybe that’s what hurts the most.  

These are the thoughts that run rampant while leaning against the railing of the ship — the goodbyes of Mahoro and Katsuma still fresh and lingering. He turns to face the other standing next to him still, his eyes expressing that there was something he needed to get off of his chest. 

“Hey Kacchan, can I ask you something?” 

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     He’s squinting right back at the masked boy.  Despite the spider senses and whatever fucking other abilities he got in his arsenal, Katsuki thinks he could feasibly take him down and tug the damn mask off him.  But Katsuki has grown since his middle school years and wasn’t fond of starting shit for no reason  --...

     ...Or so he thought.  No sooner did those dumb-as-hell words leave the spider-brat’s mouth before Katsuki was suddenly filled with the long forgotten urge to bully.  He’s read enough American comics in the past to know about  wet willies  and  wedgies  --  there’s been a part of him always curious to see if those practices worked for real.

     “Oi.  Do you fucking hear yourself?”  Suspended in disbelief, he leans forward further, until skin met fabric and their foreheads were practically touching.  “Y’wanna repeat that?”

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Spider-senses tingling as every cell in his body felt a lingering threat. That threat was the boy who breached his personal space. If he were still in middle-school, he’d shrink back. Now, after embracing being the new spider-man, he had gained confidence that he never knew he had. Confidence that allowed him to be…free. White mask eyes blinked before they squinted. 

As if this other kid would understand just  W H Y  he donned the mask. A personal preference; back in the states, heroes were sort of moot, unlike mutants. That was a longer story. There was also one thing this other person didn’t know. Miles was from Brooklyn. There was nothing scary about this kid. Imitating, nerves a mess, the other as he crossed his arms. His chin held high as he stared the blonde down.  In a light tone, a smile behind his mask,  ❝ Wow. You kiss your mother with that mouth ? I wonder if I’d do her a service of cleaning it out for her.  ❞

( Wait. That last line sounded wrong – oh god. Good job Miles. Try to sound threatening and it backfired so bad…)

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     Of course he remembers her too  --  the memory of her blade swinging barely two inches from his jugular was hard to forget.  With his new hero’s license in tow, he was allowed to act however he wanted to when it came to villain sightings.  Thing is  --  the black n’ white guy had a quirk that duplicated anyone, right?  How does he know this is the real Toga and he isn’t wasting firepower on some shitty copy?  Despite her stepping ever closer towards him, he neither advances nor backs down, standing his place.  His palms were heated up and primed for anything.

     “Shitty yarn head.”  It’s as much of a greeting as he would offer her.  “Wouldn’t recommend you get enough close enough to taste it.  The fuck do you want?”

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❝ I remember you! You’re that boy with the wicked temper. ❞ She couldn’t hold back her excitement at the recognition of a familiar face. Though she couldn’t be bothered to recall his name, only the destructive quirk he had came to mind. 

As it seemed, he caught her on a good day. A good day consisting of partaking in her favorite game – tag. Polished steel was revealed & the villain was quick to try to close the distance. ❝ I wonder if your blood is as explosive as you are.❞

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anyone else in love with bakugo this fine evening

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"If it's you . . . It's okay."

    “You know this’ll mean you’ll be quirkless again, right?”  You damn idiot.

    “If it’s you… it’s okay.”

      There are words caught up and lumped together in his throat.  Just like Izuku was no stranger to his impatience,  Katsuki, of all people, knew Deku better than anyone  –  he knew Izuku wouldn’t make a decision like this without thinking and overthinking.  This was a decision that he’s thought about before.  This was a decision he made because he knew it was the the best decision to make.

     Sorry.  Katsuki could never say.  This’ll mean you’re quirkless again.  I never thought I’d see the day that little ol’ quirkless you would be the biggest damn hero around.

     With his knuckles pressed against Izuku’s and his spirit bursting underneath his skin, he feels unstoppable.  Even a villain so reminiscent of All For One no longer seemed insurmountable.  He could never do this alone  –  he knew that, so he bit the bullet and took it on with the boy who constantly made the impossible possible.

     As the cloud dissipate from their punch and the sun returns to them, he thinks  –

     Together,  they’ll always win.

     Together,  they’ll save everyone with a smile.

     His shattered arm stings and he winces and thinks fuck, Deku, you do this all the fucking time, you idiot?  but there was no time to admonish him.  There was only time to dive back in and to win and save  –  so they jump forward in sync, ready to do the impossible.

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[META:]      Some  HEROES  RISING  thoughts and headcanons under the cut!!  All interactions regarding the movie will be tagged  #heroes rising spoilers  so please keep an eye out!

Katsuki refusing to do legwork for civilians had me rolling.  I’d like to think he spent the time reading the guidebook to the island and thinking about all the hiking trails he wanted to visit on his own.

I want some spicy AUs where OFA was transferred successfully to Katsuki and while Katsuki was gungho about transferring it back to Deku at first, he realized it comes with the awful side effect of him transferring his quirk as well.

I like to think OFA did not transfer to Katsuki because the “willingness” factor wasn’t there. He didn’t want the quirk. He wanted it to win this battle and that’s it. 

I’ll go along with canon and say that Katsuki forgets the details of what happened but it comes back to him in spicy, spicy flashes.  He also pieces together that the injuries that he gets are not aligned with his own quirk, but bears undeniable similarities to one dumbass nerd who breaks his arms like disposable chopsticks.  He has theories about what happened but Kats will never be the person to bring it up in conversation.  Deku still has OFA and that’s that for him.

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masaru bought katsuki a happy meal with endeavor instead of all might in it when he was 4 years old one (1) time and katsuki hasn’t forgiven him ever since.

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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     This is 100%, without a doubt, his fault.  Torn in the moment between saying  ‘  I’m fucking sorry  ‘  and  ‘  are you okay,  ‘  he manages to blurt,  “ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?”

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Harsh words and hard critique always seemed to slide so easily past Shoto, so he feels the overwhelming need to pull some kind of mischief. While Shoto rests on the sofa, Katsuki slips his way around to the back, slaps both palms to Shoto's head, and RUFFLES with all he got -- striving to see how best he can mix HALF and HALF. All the while, he proclaims, "DIE!!"

Safety is an illusion he subscribes to on the rarest occasion. Relaxation, more over, has been a foreign concept for long enough that Shouto’s guard never fully lays to rest — AND YET (fortunate for Bakugou’s intentions) the common room is the only place both of these things ever coincide.

Hands appear wild, purposeful, and palm heavy in the roots of his hair and Shouto is caught off-kilter. The brevity of the fear comes from the immediate familiarity of Bakugou’s proclamation. Shouto knows the capability of these hands well and determines the attack, if mildly inconvenient, NON-THREATENING. His shoulders fall with relief, if still jostled by the fierceness of the Bakugou’s strength. The corner of his mouth twitches.

In the wake of it, fully disheveled, Shouto cants his chin up to peer at the upside-down face behind him and nearly slips a smile. Nearly. “I didn’t expect your friendship to be so tactile.”

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