#⸻ 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 | デク › … thread .

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need these for my carrd dw about it.

[chipen]

IZUKU  MIDORIYA'S  LOYALTY  IS  AN  UNKILLABLE  thing,  a  fortification  of  his  heart  against  any  and  all  ill  will,  against  the  ripostes  of  angry  -  unfettered  words.  it  wasn't  to  see  he  was  on  particularly  good  terms  with  katsuki  bakugo  -  for  one  was  more  likely  to  see  them  scrapping  in  the  hallway  than  picking  flowers  together  -  but  class  1A  had  long  since  come  to  accept  that  izuku  and  katsuki  were  intertwined,  vines  coiling  around  each  other  -  feeding  one  another's  motivations  like  sun  to  a  budding  flower.  it  was  almost  impressive  really,  how  dense  they  both  were  -  because  izuku,  despite  everything,  had  never  known  such  visceral  fear  than  watching  katsuki  disappear  through  that  warp  gate,  slipping  through  the  grasp  of  broken  fingers.

he  stands  now  in  the  bakugo  household  -  a  place  he's  been  a  thousand  times  before,  but  not  since  everything  had  changed.  beneath  the  weight  of  a  ruby  gaze,  izuku  squirms  a  moment,  clutching  the  folder  in  his  bandaged  grip  a  bit  more  tightly.  he  glances  around,  doe-eyed  and  curious  (  nothing  has  really  changed,  if  he's  being  honest  )  before  peering  up  through  his  lashes  at  his  taller  rival.  ❝ i  brought  you  some  supplementary  assignments  from...  from  aizawa-sensei,  and  it's  best  to... ❞

the  problem  with  izuku  was  that  he  knew  katsuki.  he  knew  him  better  than  himself,  had  spent  so  long  watching  him  -  learning  him,  every  little  choice  he  might  make,  and  the  hero-in-training  knew  that  if  he  worded  this  as  a  ❛ i  can  help  you  review  the  material,  you  might  need  it, ❜  he'd  get  blasted  through  the  wall  of  the  home  before  he  could  blink.  so  he  offers  katsuki  a  tentative,  wobbly  smile,  ❝ …go  over  it  together,  if  you,  uh,  want.  i  was  out  awhile  too. ❞  his  hands  ache  as  he  clutches  tighter,  once  exploded  bones  groaning  in  the  wake  of  his  injuries.  it  shows  in  an  audible  wince,  but  he  makes  no  comment  -  only  shifts  in  his  spot.  if  izuku  is  honest  with  himself  -  he's  worried  too.  worried  because  kacchan,  his  kacchan  -  would  never  tell  a  single  soul  about  how  he'd  been  brought  to  the  den  of  wolves,  and  their  childhood  idols  career  had  ended  in  it's  wake.

all  the  same,  izuku  was  here  -  tasting  the  dissonance  in  the  air,  ready  -  as  always,  to  read  any  vitriol  for  what  it  was  in  actuality.

@chipen // starter we talked about.

The door opens at the given knock with just a hint of hesitation, the dregs of caution drawn forth from the tension that still plagues him after such a horrific experience. While Bakugou Katsuki stands tall, daring the world itself to tell him he feels otherwise, the truth is he is shaken to his foundations. In the end, the few days off his parents had insisted he take had become blessing in disguise, giving him time to rebuild his fortifications, to chase the lingering discomfort into the crevices of his mind he leaves drenched in darkness where none may cast eyes upon it. Yet he had not anticipated the verdant-haired rival to appear on his doorstep.

"What are you doing here, Deku?" It lacks his usual bite, as if he can't quite muster it, crimson gaze scanning to make an observation that might explain the presence of the other. In the end, he sees nothing, so he pushes the door back and gestures in with a swift jab of his thumb.

"This better be quick." It's odd truly that he's so quick to concede, but he is safer within the walls he knows as home locked away from the outside. Inside, he seethes that such weaknesses plague him. Still, he guides his surprise guest within the confines of his home and stands opposite him, refusing to acknowledge that there is a significance in the gesture. That there are ghosts of a friendship of the past dancing through these halls. "Spit it out then and get to the damned point."