#💥 ⸍ i. q’d.

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @starshinc : it’s barely past 3am when katsuki’s dorm room slams open, courtesy of ramen. he’s fast to rush up to the blond. if he’s not already awake, he’s about to be - the golden retriever all but dragging him awake and attempting to slam him out of his own bed. the reason behind it is obvious seconds later, as izuku himself stumbles into the room, wide eyed, dilated pupils and not truly seeing. the scarred hand almost like a claw, manic. “kacchan, it’s you, right? you’re not- you’re not him. are you?” garbled language, but it’s verbal. it’s pretty clear early on that his eyes are seeing something else entirely. TRANSMISSION ENDED / UNPROMPTED , ACCEPTING .

katsuki jolts awake at the suddenness of the door slam, though he has no chance to move out of bed when the golden retriever pulls him out by the sleeve of his shirt. katsuki instinctively glares at ramen while catching his breath - ❛ the fuck is this, ramen ?! what's ... ❜ - but whatever frustration he had toward the dog dies when he hears someone else barge in recklessly. he furrows his brows to get a better look at him in the darkness. ❛ what the fuck - ❜

verbal. katsuki's eyes widen at the voice cutting through the room. he asks, and he freezes at the implication ... [ that he was seeing the blond not as a school boy rudely awakened, but a relentless villain, with bared teeth and bloodied hands and a taste for violence. ] ... taking a slow and quiet breath.

❛ right. izuku ? hey, it's me, ❜ katsuki starts, trying to slice through the tension with a more calm tone that he isn't entirely used to. he pushes himself off the ground before holding his hands up, glare shifting to concern, though still narrowed ; if izuku was seeing him as the villain he was, he couldn't do sudden movements. he couldn't default to his aggression. ❛ you were the one that got me back to u.a., remember ? 'n you annoyed me to death while they ran the tests and treated me in the medical ward. nobody else from school could visit. ❜

❛ do you think ramen would be near me right now ? if i was still ... ❜ a pause. katsuki grits his teeth, dares to take a step toward the freckled boy, keeping his hands visible. ❛ c'mon, snap out of it. ❜

the last bit comes off as frustrated, confrontational / but he hopes that everything else is enough to outweigh one sentence.

[ofdetonation]

ALSO KNOWN AS: ah shit, here we go again.

After tweaking my tags and switching to a carrd instead of using a Google document, I figured it'd be a good time to... Well, suggest the potential of developing bonds, and/or establishing something!

This is more an expression of interest than anything. If we're mutuals, and you think there might be a dynamic that'd work for our muses (whether or not we might've discussed it prior), then go ahead and like this post to express your interest! All things going well - and I pull my shit together + stop being scared of you all - then we can move onto the next stage.

The main gist of a bond establishment with me entails;

A nifty little bond tag that I use for relevant art, quotes, and any interactions that fall into that bond's dynamic!

A spot on my connections page!

The nudging forward of my discord where I am (generally) more consistent with talking - I don't have notifications on for Tumblr on my phone, mostly for my own sanity. Fair warning: I also forget to reply. A lot. I'm working on it.

Katsuki. Being a menace to your muse(s).

Dynamics can range from anything between romance, hate / toxic, friendship, rivalry, family... As long as they click and the dynamic is legal - obviously - then we got something!

[dynmghts]

“if i stay… can you promise this will stop?”

izuku asks for the impossible.

bakugou katsuki hasn't let himself stop entirely since the incident. his doctors recommended bedrest and rehabilitation, and he's adhered to it. they've even said paperwork only. he's worked from home because of that, with and without izuku, diligent and accurate and always to his standard.

what izuku didn't know was the extent of which katsuki pushed himself. pushing oneself does not have to manifest in strained muscles or any devastating setback, after all; it can be staying up a little later. it can be filtering through more paperwork than what is asked. it can be monitoring news outlets in the wake of dawn, screen dimmed to combat the duskiness of a sun barely risen, ruby gaze honed on what society talks about - where is dynamight? they ask. where is one of the most capable heroes?

his agency keeps pushing forward "no comment". each time he sees the damning phrase, his teeth grit together; he should be out there fighting. izuku should know that.

but in the beats of absence with the other's duties committed to the support lab, katsuki has pushed for a bigger presence to the point of booking patrols, and izuku's decided he has to intervene. to reason. to offer- a solution, to try and tame the horrid need to provide more for this country than his heart can handle.

katsuki hates the feeling of being useless. ❛ no. ❜

he refuses to promise. his life's work, his duty to japan, the things he has yet to atone for and the sworn oaths to the commission for their protection, they all reign much higher than a few extra hours of work. the thought of it eats at him with gnawing teeth, red hot and fierce, bellowing with the heat of a sun at his hands, triggering sparks forward - mixing with a jaw around his throat, slowly tightening, sinking the blond into a reactive response.

how can he swear off his life's purpose, his goal, his slice of happiness? how can he swear off his absence from work that little while longer when he's technically clear to begin patrols again, finally able to test the waters, so long as he wears a band around his wrist and keeps his hours short? why should he? why would he?

impulsive, violent. his chest aches with the desperate plea of release, and the words slip through with more malice than izuku deserves.

❛ this- this is my life. my fucking life, izuku. whether you're around or not ain't gonna change what i do. and- and why the fuck would you want to? ❜ [ for health. for caution. the doctors stress on overexertion, and katsuki might be willing to risk that chance, but why would his closest person do the same? ] ❛ you don't fucking control me. you don't tell me what i do. hell, what i do is none of your fucking business. ❜

whatever hope there was to defuse the situation dies with the seething glare katsuki gives. the fault-line he positions them on widens the gap between them. he barely flinches at how the ground begins to crumble under his own feet, the foundation of which he built himself on slipping away in small parts of debris; even though izuku has done no wrong by him, he perceives it nonetheless. can you promise this will stop? that is a threat to his livelihood. that isn't izuku telling him to rein it in, even if it were the original meaning - that is him saying to step down.

no more death. no more risk.

it takes all the remaining impulse he has to keep himself to pacing. ❛ i have been waiting for weeks, fucking months, to get back out on the field. to do something. literally any goddamn thing they could give me. ❜ his hands spark. his bpm monitor remains steady. ❛ i've done my fucking time, and you want me to keep waiting? for what? what in the fuck could i still be waiting for, huh? ❜

before izuku can interject- ❛ no, i don't give a fuck what you got to say. you know how much i've been wanting to go back to work, but you've been pulling every fucking excuse and trick to get me to stay back. ❜ gentle assurances. redirecting the burden. trying to limit the workload katsuki takes, leaving him directionless and lost. his bpm blinks in alert. his chest tightens though his beat stays regular, but he grits his teeth. ❛ i'm- i'm done waiting. i'm done having you tell me what's fuckin' good for me. i don't need- i- fuck. ❜

too far, too much, too soon. proving izuku right. proving himself wrong. it angers him further because he's bakugou fucking katsuki, pro hero dynamight; infallible, untouchable. the strongest of them. a symbol of victory. his hand clutches at his chest and pulls at his shirt, as though it would alleviate the sudden burden stress has taken on the organ behind his ribcage, and he finds himself stumbling to put his weight against the nearest wall - other hand outstretched, steadying himself.

the heart pains with the reminder of his weakness. it's too much. even when his breathing steadies and his bpm monitor stops alerting, he refuses to look at izuku again; he shrugs him off. he forces the distance between them - the fault-line growing the chasm.

and then, he manages it; ❛ get out. ❜ [ i can't have you here. ]

@starshinc / angst prompts pt. iii.

[ofdetonation]

@ofgravitation: " da daa~! " comes the the small coo of mihaya. she's in katsuki's arms, tiny hands grabbing onto anything they can reach. his cheek, chin, lip, tiny bits of ash blonde that match his daughter perfectly. the surprise of this moment though, is that mihaya had just said her first words. ochako was on the other side of the room changing masa when she heard it and now she's scrambling for her phone! where was it?!?! mihaya nestles against her father again, with a sleepy grin. " da daaa.. " / <3 meme: unprompted. ╱ status: always accepting.

katsuki scarcely had time to spend with their two kids. with ochako taking up the role of a stay-at-home mother and putting herself on a hiatus, katsuki picked up more hero work to compensate, though it keeps him busy and sometimes away from home for a few days. and with the media looming over them to gather information on their little brats, it made family days just a little ... complicated.

the blond was finally able to find an opportunity to stay home with ochako and help with their two handfuls though ╱ a few days of paid time off, just to spend time with them all. while the brunette preoccupies herself with masa, katsuki focuses on the other menace of a child ; and she sure makes a point of securing her title, already causing him grief by showing her skills in climbing and using whatever she can as a means of leverage. and maybe katsuki would scold her, if it weren't for ⸺

was that ... her first word ?

crimson stares at his young daughter attempting to find the perfect position to nestle into, catching ochako in his peripheral scrambling for her phone. holy shit. so he wasn't dreaming that ╱ she'd spoken her first word, and it was for him.

when mihaya finally settles ⸺ was this what his mother had to deal with when he was this young ? ⸺ katsuki awkwardly shifts to make sure that she's in the right position in his arms, calloused hand resting on her upper back and near her neck for support. maybe it hadn't sunk in for the blond yet. maybe it was hard for him to believe that he could be a dad. being a father, sure, that was the easy part, but to be an actual dad ...

she says it again, and this time, he sort of hopes ochako managed to immortalise it in film, the blond lowering his head to hide the small smile on his face.

damn right, kid.

[dynmghts]

@keshimasu / villain au starter.

a lot of things happened in rapid succession. clearing the final exam and earning his way to the summer camp. travelling there and fighting waves of foes made by pixie-bob's quirk. settling in and working to enhance his quirk, right until nightfall, where they're given the task of traversing through the forest and enduring class b's spooky antics... even to the alarm sounding that villains were there. and not only that: they were there for him.

the last thing he expects is to see his homeroom teacher, the man he's trusted to help him learn and grow as a budding pro hero, among their ranks.

it's a bitter feeling. like venom sitting at the tip of canines, ready to sink into flesh with newfound hatred and disgust, to thrash and tear through skin as a personal vendetta builds. it's bile at the back of his throat and a churning feeling in stomach. he had intentions to throw him under the bus when he got out of there - but ah, he never got out of the league's sharp grip.

they hadn't made an executive decision on what to do with him, now that their merry little leader got his ass kicked by all might and dragged into custody. katsuki despises that his quirk is hindered by metal, and whatever the hell the doctor's been concocting in his freaky-ass medical horror corner - there's no window.

so katsuki directs his energy to the person he's most angry with.

❛ you fuckin' asshole, ❜ he spits out. venom drips in tandem to his emphasised words, glare rivalling that of a sun, blinding and dangerous and burning. he writhes in his restraints. lunges. ❛ you knew it was gonna happen, didn't you? you lead 'em to us too? put everyone in danger 'cause you're a part of their merry band of fuckin' inconsiderate, two-time, b-lister- ❜

teeth clench shut for a moment when he feels eyes boring into him. glare quickly redirects to the other person infringing on their space, and though it doesn't seem to deter them away any faster, he likes to think so, with how they stride through the space with a new level of efficiency.

lethality on features turn from the offending extra to aizawa once more. ❛ didja tell 'em i was gonna be the easy target too? huh? they pissed you got your prediction wrong, sensei? ❜

[dynmghts]

he never thought someone could outdo izuku's level of yapping.

well, maybe not yapping - but going off the fucking rails about how bakugou katsuki was everything under the sun and then some, accompanied by a snapped-out bullshit plan to make sure he makes it in one piece to recovery girl. as if the other blond is half-expecting katsuki to run off under some whack-ass pretence that meant he'd make himself worse, all for the sake of a better victory.

but really... that isn't too far-fetched. his face twists when he remembers the way he ignored his wounds to keep fighting at the jaku ruins - then ignored the excruciating pain he was in not once, but twice, during the final war. he felt that his reasons were justified, though.

then he remembers he wasn't the only student on the floating ua, although pointed glare as he starts hobbling forward might indicate otherwise. ❛ christ, you're obnoxious as hell when you're pissed. ❜ yet it keeps him grounded. at shifting his own weight wrong and landing on bad leg, however, the blond tenses up with a pained expression, stuttering forward with grip tightening on monoma. ❛ for the fucking record, i do not talk a million fucking miles an hour. ❜

but he'll take some of the credit: all the swearing definitely sounds like him.

❛ 'cept if i do start talkin' delirious, might be blood loss talkin'. or i mighta hit my head. can't remember. the broken leg ain't fuckin' helping, 'cause fuck, that shit fuckin' hurts- ❜ and hell, how bad was the fracture? it felt like lower leg. less risk of serious internal bleeding, at least, though he has to wonder how the hell izuku managed to get away with breaking his limbs without haemorrhaging himself in the process, and... he's getting side-tracked; ❛ -but i remember where we gotta go. since your memory's so shit. ❜ and despite the pain surging up his spine, trailing into his free arm from his movement, he points down a hall. ❛ that way. ❜

katsuki will give himself the benefit of the doubt, and estimate that he'll be still conscious and sound of mind by the time they get to the safety checkpoint. if monoma neito doesn't drive him up a wall first, that is.

"Shut the fuck up! Like, actually shut the fuck up right now, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. You've hit the bullshit quota of the day!"

He does not need to be asked; because even despite his griping, he returns to Bakugo's side, and hoists his arm over his shoulders.

"You are such a fucking bitch, and I hate you. I've half a mind to just kill you, but I won't, because I am not a murderer." Probably. He gives another nervous glance back at the villains, and then wipes his mouth again, just to be sure. He is not a murderer today, and that's what matters.

"Here's what we're going to do: You are going to accept your status as having a filled bullshit quota, and you are going to let me help you limp back to wherever the fuck it is we need to go, which I don't even remember, because of all the fucking bullshit you've pulled today, and you are going to get your wounds treated-- and if you do any of that horseshit you like to do where you pretend you're too tough to feel pain and start dicking around a minute before Recovery Girl says you can, I'm going to put your silly ass in the fucking ground. And then, when that's done, I'm going to kick your ass!" He pauses, and then does a little dance of frustration, looking around irritably. "Listen! I'm starting to talk like you. That's what you've done to me. Dickhead. I fucking hate you."

Maybe it was just because keeping himself angry kept him from feeling tired, but he clings to this petty little tantrum as they begin to pick through the halls.

[ofdetonation]

@roguesenses inquired : Normal rabbits aren't green and don't have freckles or wear a tattered yellow scarf, but just in case you have any doubt left, please note that's indeed tendrils of black whip attached to this one's tiny feet. Swinging itself up agilely onto your window ledge, the rabbit stood up on its hind legs and wrinkled its nose - it was an attempt at communication, but unfortunately failing. ╱ prompted.

one would think that katsuki was used to stupid shit always happening to the nerd. leave it to izuku to run headfirst into danger at every turn ⸺ or, even better, getting himself wanted for mass murder in otheon, even though he'd never touch a hair on an innocent's head. katsuki has dragged his hands down his face metaphorically and literally on so many occasions. could he stay out of mischief for longer than two seconds ?

the answer : apparently not.

when he turns his head around to the noise coming from his window, he did not expect to stare into the beady black eyes of a rabbit ... a rabbit with green fur. and freckles. and a tattered yellow scarf around its neck. and tendrils of black whip dancing around said rabbit with its black and turquoise colour ⸺

katsuki sighs, face scrunching up in frustration for a split second, before warm palms open the window and carefully pick up the rabbit ╱ the rabbit that was undeniably izuku, anyway. what other rabbit would look like that ?

❝ that's really you, ain't it. ❞ he settles the bunny in his arms ⸺ remarkably gentle, taking care to do it properly ⸺ while contemplating what his life has come to, small scowl on his face. okay. this is fine. this little shit got himself turned into a rabbit. what is this if not another day in the life of walking disaster izuku midoriya ? ❝ at least bein' a rabbit got you to shut up. ❞

a pause. katsuki slowly sets bunny izuku down on the floor, sitting in front of him.

❝ you're expectin' me to take care of your dumb ass, aren't ya ? ❞ carmine stares intently into the beady eyes of the rabbit, watching. ❝ tch. and look at your stupid fur, it's fuckin' filthy. i should dunk you in a bath or something. ❞

[dynmghts]

" wake up. " a water bottle's tossed katsuki's way and lands promptly on his stomach, aizawa moving to open the blinds to let light bathe the flat. " or you're gonna miss the next round. " ( DESTINY VERSE HEEHEE )

the best part of having a mentor: having someone to teach you how you're meant to be a guardian. from the moment you first come back from the dead, right up until your first rez in the middle of a firefight - everything between your best choice in arsenal to understanding the stupid fucking mechanics and bullshittery the traveler's enemies want to throw your way.

the worst part: being woken up abruptly from well-earned naps.

flare hovers near without a single ounce of remorse as the blond's pulled from his rest, groaning. light bleeds through the curtains and drag its warmth across katsuki's face with the dawn. when the beam reaches crimson glare, though, he squints and shields himself with a gloved hand, snarl ever the more evident.

the only solace he gets is the familiarity of warmth on his fingers, in his palm. the subtle humming of energy from the universe - even though nothing but the sun has called upon the light. ❛ give a guy some more fuckin' warning. ❜

his ghost, the conniving little spark she is, floats harmlessly around him and rattles on about getting his daily practice in - or the daily dishing out of punishment on unsuspecting kinderguardians, which she reminds is his words. her shell buzzes and rotates with a quick whir; her optic flickers with the shell closing around it, the blazing inferno around its creases dimming and brightening in tandem. she seems to have taken said mentor's side on this.

❛ fuckin' traitor, ❜ he hisses, teeth bared as he pushes himself off the couch.

and without skipping a beat, she chimes, ❛ you wouldn't forgive me if you missed out on the offers lord shaxx and saint-14 have lined up this week. ❜

his brows furrow. he looks to her, watching her shell beam with enthusiasm that matches her voice, then over to aizawa with a brow raised. did he miss something? was there something worth trying to get with whatever shitty luck he has whenever he's getting winning packages from the two titans? enough to get flare trying to coax him into some rounds of crucible and trials when he could be doing something like hunting that perfect sidearm?

... he shouldn't be complaining. despite the rude awakening, he does like kicking the asses of some poor, unsuspecting idiots on the other team.

❛ fine, ❜ he pulls himself up and reaches for his helmet, rolling his shoulders with an unbridled enthusiasm. ❛ let's go, old man. like you said: don't wanna go missing the next round. ❜

@ravenbled / unprompted. <3

[ofdetonation]

@eraseur: "Turn that down-- wait, is that Rammstein?" :3 meme: unprompted. ╱ status: always accepting.

it's probably concerning, how loud katsuki opts to play his music. it's not much of a surprise that he jolts when aizawa catches him out for it, rapidly taking out one of his earphones and starting to turn it down, before ... hey, wait a second.

aizawa knew rammstein ?

❝ uh ⸺ yeah. 'course it is. ❞ he shows his spotify while it plays ; the song right now is deutschland. ❝ how d'ya know about 'em ? ❞

[dynmghts]

❛ well you better make sure the walk matches the talk, or i ain't gonna be training with your ass ever again. ❜ he exaggerates; between izuku and kirishima, he has all his bases covered when it comes to training, only switching it up when things get predictable. there aren't any plans to abandon izuku's benefit of training with one for all just because of a result.

the thrill of the oncoming spar thrums readily under his fingers and palm as he pushes into the training room, jogging to the other side, turning while stretching his arms. his palms warm briefly and glow a warm orange - akin to hot iron, red-hot and ready to strike but absent of a spark. crimson watches dutifully; like a hawk, like a wolf, like estimating the threat. like guessing the worth of a strike now or later. [ izuku has more at his disposal, after all. more to consider. ]

katsuki figures the other boy is waiting for his move too. ❛ all that, and you ain't gonna give it your best shot first? how nice of you. so you gonna let every lame villain get this chance to think on the field, or this a part of your game? ❜

"of course not, kacchan! I won't hold back!" there's a pause, hands waving a little. "oh, no! i'm just really excited to see your new moves!" it was always good practice for him to think on his toes. besides, he'd definitely be writing all this down in his notebook later!

"um, nuh-uh!" he shot back, a light pout on his lips. "i'm not gonna just let you knock me down, kacchan! but you don't have to drag me, the training room isn't going anywhere...!" but his own pace picks up anyway. hopefully, they won't wreck this training room. much.

[dynmghts]

“ not all your life decisions have to be smart. some can be purely for cinematic value. swag is earned, not learned. ”

❛ i hate that that makes sense. ❜

but that then bears the question: what life decision could he possibly make that would be more for the cinematic value over inherent smarts?

... does throwing hands with a bunch of villains count as a not-smart cinematic-value winning life decision? [ suddenly, it's a shame nobody got to see the extent of it except for them. ] ❛ wait- what in the fuck's been your decision that's been for the fuckin' drama or whatever the hell? ❜

@djsouled / more unhinged comedic relief.

[ofdetonation]

@starshinc ╱ from here. ( moving to beta ! )

how ironic that he speaks of deku and he appears. he looks worse for wear, if anything ╱ beaten and bruised, one hand in a cast and numerous bandages elsewhere, it's a surprise that he managed to drag himself out of whatever room they had him in to come here. ( and right when he thought that deku not showing up was a miracle. figures ; he did always like to prove him wrong. ) he'd snap at the other boy, scorning his presence, only to ⸺

ah. cold nose, light thwacking on the side of the bed. dog ? his mind recalls there being a dog with them, though the memories are locked behind a fog and trying to dig into it only makes that fog worse. carmine glances down to the animal. golden retriever, clearly happy to be saying hello ...

katsuki raises his brow at first before very slowly turning his palm to let the dog sniff him properly, hesitantly moving to pet through the long fur. he doesn't quite recall the dog's name ╱ he swears he heard it before, but it falls flat and never leaves his mouth, lost to the recesses of his fractured and fogged mind. but the fur is soft. and he seemed unscathed, which might explain his instant approach, even while everyone else keeps their distance from him.

when he lifts his gaze to izuku again, he watches the fingerspelling, brows knitting together with a scowl crossing his face. what ⸺ ?

he remembers izuku speaking, however brief. it's hard to remember the exact tone, the inflections, but he could've sworn that the boy actually spoke ; so why was he signing now ? some way of taunting him ? his headspace flicks between two scenarios ╱ on one hand, it tells him that izuku has always been like that and it's annoying but bearable ... but the other, it says that the boy just wants to rub it in further, laughing behind closed doors at his misery and enjoying the irony that it was him to get the blond back. he can't discern the truth.

❝ why the hell do you care, huh ? ❞ katsuki feels horrible. he's sick to his stomach, absence of his quirk leaving a void, mind torn in two while everyone stares like he doesn't belong ⸺ and maybe he doesn't. but he didn't want scrutiny from strangers. ❝ tch. you're just actin' cocky 'cause you know i ain't got a way outta these restraints and no way to take out this stupid goddamn ⸺ ugh ! ❞

he tugs at his restraints, glare turning to the iv in his arm. he hates this. he hates being here. he hates that deku's just ... standing there, mockingly so.

❝ so gloat all you want, deku. go on ! sign it. tell me all about how you're the self-sacrificing little brat who had to come save my ass instead of lettin' the pros do their job. tell me all about how that makes you just as much a hero as the rest of us with our quirks, stage is yours. ❞

[dynmghts]

which type of love interest would you be in a dating simulator?

the sarcastic fuckboy who secretly has a heart of gold.

upon first meeting you might seem insufferable, but it's only because you don't have time for what others might think of you. you're independent, confident, and you know what you want. that intimidates people, and you know it. but deep down you know it's all a show. you desire to be loved as much as any other person, but you don't want to get hurt and thus it's difficult for you to appear vulnerable to others. you'll try to mask your feelings with humour and aggressiveness when you feel someone might be getting too close to home. but those who have the patience to endure your cold exterior will be rewarded with the most caring and loyal person in their lives. you're the ride or die kind of type, and once you fall in love, you do it deeply and unconditionally.

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @deibreak : “you still blame yourself.” (from Shoto) MISTER MAGIC STARTERS , ACCEPTING .

it comes across as an accusatory sentence, that. you still blame yourself. katsuki almost wants to respond with the confidence and sarcasm he is usually quick to resort to - something like wow, i do ? or with a quick retort to shut him up, some sort of insult he could pull out of thin air to dodge the question.

because what does shoto know about what katsuki blames himself for ? every single regret, every single action he wants to atone for, he keeps close to his chest, and he most definitely never reveals his hand unless he wants to. he doesn't show the cards that reveal where he places blame because nobody needed to know. shoto's sheer notion that he knows what katsuki still blames himself for flares up a sort of anger in him, mirrored in gritted teeth and clenched fists,

[ but maybe it wasn't him willingly showing the cards / sometimes the cards show themselves. sometimes, the cards write where his blame is in actions, like with his studies and his involvement in izuku's training. ]

he isn't willing to part with any perceived flaw, though ; shoto would be the best person to understand the pressure to be at a certain standard, self-inflicted or not, but katsuki glares at him. ❛ you don't know that. ❜ [ but shoto probably does, because he can't be blind to the way katsuki wears his emotions on an anger-layered sleeve. ] his eyes narrow. ❛ you don't know what the hell i think. ❜

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @setsunaid : “are you.. sure this is okay?” //from eri !! ahhhh omg hi imy !!!!! TRANSMISSION ENDED / ANGST PROMPTS III , ACCEPTING .

katsuki glances down to eri as he ushers her downstairs in the u.a. dorm, from his room all the way to the kitchen. he's tired - of course he is, his sleep was poor and he didn't have enough of it - but she came by his room and asked for him specifically. so, like any decent person does at an odd hour of the morning with an aching arm, he's brought her down to make her something to eat.

she worries, though. she expresses it when she asks her question, and katsuki only hesitates briefly while he digs out ingredients for a pancake batter. kids liked sweet shit, right ? [ and nobody was around to tell her no. ] his brows furrow as he paces back over, slower. ❛ 'course it's fine, unicorn. ❜

it's odd, the list of exceptions he'll make for her but not for others / he'll make breakfast for her but leave his friends to make their own, lest they grow dependent on his skill. he'll let her wake him up at whatever hour of the day but blow up his friends for trying the same thing. he'll begrudgingly accept whatever task from aizawa he gets that involves her, mostly because that sad kicked puppy stare pisses him off and he doesn't like having to deal with the aftermath.

he's come to accept it. it doesn't bother him so much as it did at first, evident in the way katsuki puts together the pancake batter, rations out exact amounts.

❛ what's got you up this early, anyway ? ❜ his crimson gaze meets her own, hands stilling as he furrows his brows. if he was any dumber, maybe he would think this was just a random bout of kid's energy ... [ but eri didn't spend her first years as a normal kid. ] ... but he won't jump to that conclusion without confirmation. ❛ something get you upset ? ❜

[dynmghts]

katsuki doesn't know when he agreed to take on a private session with his mentor . he remembers its ultimate purpose , though , with absence of hero costume and gloves and mask , wearing his usual sports attire in its stead , pacing in place while determining his next move / he told @erxsxre that he wanted to build his confidence in fighting without a quirk . then , he wanted to challenge himself to manoeuvre around a capture weapon on top of that .

when he gets tangled in that scarf again , though , katsuki's frustration grows more apparent . he pulls it off with a scowl and scrambles to his feet again .

he doesn't understand what it is he's missing . his movements are precise and he swears that he's adjusted to dodge aizawa's moves each time they reset , yet he keeps getting that damned capture weapon tangled around his limbs and it sends him plummeting to the ground . was he acting too irrationally ? were his movements too obvious to his mentor ?

❛ say when . ❜ the young bakugou wipes aside some of the sweat beading on his face , carrying a wide grin in the process ... [ though the irritation stays in the furrow of his brow , the hidden scowl behind that faux grin . ] ... and rolling his shoulders . ❛ i got you this time . ❜

except he knows that when he does move in for the next takedown , aizawa will have him back on the floor again , unsuccessful . / ❤'d .