#Bakugo’s body moving on its own AGAIN

[chandralia]

oh my god,,??!??

[cathnospam]

I like the idea of Canon!Bakugo being the type to love your kisses.

“One more.”

“You’re needy.”

“Fuck you.”

You kiss him again, “One more.” He grumbles, eyes darted at your lips, you smile seeing him lick his own, looking nearly hungry for another.

“You love me so bad, huh.”

Like clockwork he gets up to leave, but you giggle holding down his strong scared arm, “Come here you bastard I didn’t say I was finished.”

“Y’acted like it.”

He loves your plump lips so bad, you have a habit of sucking on his bottom lip and looking into his eyes, he feels his cheeks burn when you stop because he feels himself leaning into your more after you’ve already pulled away.

You tease the hell out of him. It’s the only upper hand you have against the 15th Hero.

Bakugo LOVES how your gentle smaller hands caress the ragged scars on his cheek to hold him close, the way you kiss him is as if you don’t want to let him go.

He loves how your cries of his name escape your throat into in mouth when his hand wonders to your breast down to your ass to give it a firm slap and squeeze.

He loves how a peck turns into a kiss that turns into a sloppy make out session of heavy breathing and dry humping.

He loves when you get confident in your moves to kiss the corner of his lips down to his jaw to his throat, he swears his heart beats out of his chest when you do that.

He loves the flavor of the different glosses you try on and he guesses which it is; he’s right every time.

He loves how he tries to time himself on how long he can go without air while you make your way on top of him.

Oh don’t get him started for how fluffy and soft your body is against his. You’re like a pillow he can’t stop squeezin’.

But what he loves most of all is how the stress of the day washes off him when you are with him like this. Your kisses are warm, sweet, and its own serotonin.

Bakugo is a sloppy, intense kisser while you’re slow, steady, and gentle.

Moral of the story Bakugo LOVES kissing.

[boohorns1136439]

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (07)

Don’t think I forgot about the chapter! I took an unplanned nap earlier, but I still made it (from where I am, it’s still five minutes before midnight, so technically, it’s still Monday)! This chapter was tough to write and edit (tough is an understatement 😭), but here we are! I think as I’m trying to write longer chapters, they’re becoming significantly more work (especially when I try to do it all at once). Hope you enjoy this one too!

Warning: cursing

tags: aged-up characters ; Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; afab!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; eventually smut ; bisexual!Reader

06 <- 07 -> 08

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When Todoroki arrived at the hospital, he paused at the entrance, his gaze fixed on the bouquet of dahlias in his hand. The vibrant petals stood out sharply against the sterile white surroundings of the building, and for a moment, doubt crept in. Was this a mistake? Should he have stayed home? Couldn't he have just sent an apology email or made a call instead? Why was he here, standing in front of these doors? Doubts filled him, but just as quickly as they appeared, they were pushed aside. Something about this moment—about seeing you and apologizing face-to-face—pulled at him in a way he couldn’t explain. It felt necessary, like a weight he couldn’t ignore. The urge to make things right, to apologize properly, tangled with an unclear mess of emotions, stronger than his uncertainty. The thought of seeing you again was both tempting and terrifying, and he couldn’t quite understand why.

With a deep breath, he steadied himself, taking one last look at the bouquet before stepping forward. His body seemed to move almost on its own, urging him forward as if it knew better than his mind. It felt pointless to resist, and he hated not fully understanding himself. Usually, everything was clear and simple, but now, the confusion, the unknown, and the awkwardness destabilized him.

Clutching the bouquet like a shield, Todoroki walked through the unfamiliar halls. Nurses and staff gave him curious glances—heroes usually arrived with an ambulance, not alone—but he ignored their stares as he normally did when he was in public. His focus was solely inward; his heart was racing, fast, too different from its usual calm beat. As he tried to compose himself, he knew this wasn’t just nervousness; it was something else, something hard to name. Todoroki could barely distinguish it, buried under so many feelings and the he closer he got to the hero wing, the more intense the feeling became. He was painfully aware of how each steps made his pulse race, and him self-conscious of his heart pumping loudly in his chest and ears.

When he reached the front desk, he paused for a moment, swallowing, preparing himself and trying to stay composed, as the receptionist looked up at him, briefly eyeing the bouquet before offering a polite, practiced smile.

"Good morning, how may I help you?"

"Good morning," Todoroki replied, his voice quieter than usual, and he mentally shook off his awkwardness before continuing. "I was here a few days ago, and… I was wondering if it would be possible to see the doctor who was in charge of my care during my hospitalization."

The receptionist’s fingers hovered over the keyboard as he typed. After a few seconds, he turned his attention back to Todoroki. "Of course. If you have questions about your treatment or would like a follow-up consultation, Dr. Hasegawa would be happy to schedule an appointment with you."

Todoroki nodded absentmindedly, but his thoughts had already wandered. Dr. Hasegawa... So that was your name. It floated in his mind: Dr. Hasegawa, I’m sorry for my behavior, he thought, trying to figure out what he would say when he faced you. I apologize for acting so inappropriately. Please let me make it up to you... maybe I could buy you a coffee after work?, but he immediately dismissed the thought.

Todoroki barely noticed how tightly he had been gripping the bouquet, the delicate stems pressing into his fingers, but he didn’t loosen his hold. He was still lost in his thoughts, and he couldn’t understand why he felt so anxious, on top of that, now the flowers seemed like such a strange gesture. When was the last time he’d bought flowers for anyone who wasn’t his mother? He couldn’t even remember. Maybe for Bakugo? That one time? Giving you flowers seemed more and more odd with each passing second, but he knew he couldn’t just throw them away now. A small part of him was still wondering if the flowers colors would truly match your eyes, as he had imagined back in the flower shop.

This was supposed to be a quick visit, just to apology to you. He was only here to make amends—no need for coffee or flowers, no need for anything beyond that. And yet, there he was, dahlias in hands, and feeling a flutter of anticipation building in his chest, an unexplained excitement buzzing through him.

“He’s currently in a consultation but should be available to meet with you in about twenty to thirty minutes. Will that be alright?”

Todoroki blinked, startled. He? There was no he.

“My doctor was a woman,” he said slowly, his brow furrowing in confusion.

The receptionist looked equally confused by his words, and he checked his computer before replying. "No, the doctor who treated you was Dr. Haruto Hasegawa, and he’s definitely a man."

There was now way he could have been wrong, he was sure of it and in his memory of the moment, although blurry , he could still clearly remember you: your eyes, your hair, the curve of your lips, your hands—everything about you had looked so pretty in his eyes. He was certain it was a woman who clung to his mind, like a shadow he longed to fade with time.

“There must be some mistake,” he said, sure of himself. “A doctor came to check on me in the afternoon and I saw her, it wasn’t a man.”

“In the afternoon?” The receptionist frowned, his tone taking on a slightly exasperated edge. “It says here that Dr. Hasegawa treated you in the morning, and he was in surgery all afternoon.” His gaze flicked back to Todoroki, the growing impatience evident. “Doctors don’t usually handle post-treatment checkups unless it’s an exception.”

This just didn’t make sense to Todoroki and as he opened his mouth to argue further, the receptionist’s expression shifted. His eyes lit up, as though he’d just pieced together a puzzle.

“Wait a second,” he said, fingers flying across the keyboard once again. “It was probably Nurse Asuna Shimizu. The nurses handle most of the checkups after treatments, and according to your file, she was assigned to you during your stay.”

For a moment, Todoroki faltered. He had been so sure it was a woman—but whether you were a doctor or a nurse? He wasn’t certain anymore. Now, he wondered if he’d completely missed the pastel pink of your hospital scrubs. After all, he hadn’t exactly been focused on your uniform that day��his attention had been caught by... well, everything else about you. You were a vivid image against the foggy backdrop of his memory.

“I guess you’re right. I might’ve been mistaken,” he admitted reluctantly, though uncertainty lingered in his voice. “Would it still be possible to see her?”

“Of course,” the receptionist replied smoothly. “I’ll call her now, she should be in the break room, so it won’t take too long.”

As the receptionist made the phone call, “An ex-patient wants to see you again, probably about his treatment I don’t know. It’s a pro hero.” Todoroki stood there awkwardly and stiffly.

The unfamiliar ticking of anxiety crawled through his veins, unraveling his nerves with every heartbeat. His held his breath every time he heard footsteps approaching from behind, and he fought the urge to whip his head around, afraid of appearing too eager or worse, desperate.

The wait stretched on endlessly, and he stared blankly at the sterile hospital walls as he tried to keep his thoughts from spiraling. His palms felt clammy, and his throat dried out despite his repeated attempts to swallow. The stems of the dahlias, crushed and fragile beneath his restless fingers, bore the burden of his agitation and he prayed silently that his jittery state wasn’t so visible to anyone nearby. When the receptionist finally spoke again, Todoroki felt the ground shift beneath him.

“Oh, Asuna, you’re here. Here is the patient who wanted to meet with you.”

Todoroki froze. The wave of emotions that had been brewing all day—restlessness, anticipation, and fear—crashed over him all at once as his breath hitched. This is it, he thought, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Slowly, he turned around, as though he was bracing himself for the sight of you while the memory of your sweet peach scent tugged at him like a siren’s call, and demanded him to turn faster.

Todoroki’s heart sank at the sight of the nurse. The woman who approached wasn’t you; her hair, eyes, height, and face bore no resemblance to the seared image of you that he held in his mind. But the most glaring difference, the one that sealed it instantly, was her scent.

Scents were undeniable markers of identity—a fact anyone with a decent nose understood. It wasn’t usually a big deal; people were described as “the omega with the citrusy scent” or “the Alpha who smells like coffee beans,” just as casually as someone’s hair color or complexion might be noted. But your scent had been different. He wasn’t sure if it was his premature heat that made him more sensitive, but it had struck him like a physical blow, enveloping him completely and commanding his attention in a way he hadn’t been able to shake since.

The soft lavender and floral notes emanating from Nurse Shimizu weren’t unpleasant, sure, but they didn’t come close to the syrupy sweetness of peaches that had lingered around you. That scent—your scent—felt addictive, disorienting in its intensity, and it had burned itself into his mind more than he liked to admit. Whoever Asuna Shimizu was supposed to be, her scent clearly told him she was not you and definitely not an alpha too. Nothing about it poked and tease his omega like yours had.

Todoroki’s stomach twisted with a bitter ache. He felt foolish for expecting anything different. Maybe you were purposely avoiding him, and who could blame you? He had acted so shamefully during his heat, basically threw himself at you, and let his instincts overshadow his judgment. His mate's breaking your face had only made things horrifically worse. He was so focused on seeing you again that he forgot how serious the situation was and the guilt he felt soared from this realization, which only made him feel even more disappointed in himself. He had been acting so strangely over the past few days, wondering about trivial, selfish and superficial matters instead of how his actions impacted you. He know from experience how a punch from Kirishima could knocked you down and how disgusting unwanted sexual advances felt.

"Nurse Shimizu," Todoroki began, after he approached her maintained respectful distance. "I understand if your colleague doesn’t want to see me again. My mate and I behaved inexcusably, and I want to offer my sincere apologies. Please let her know she can contact my agency if she wishes to seek any form of compensation." He said, serious, measured and polite as possible, wanting to cause any further trouble for you or, what he assumed, your nurse friend.

It took Asuna a moment to piece everything together, before realization flashed through her eyes and she stepped closer to Todoroki, lowering her voice so only he could hear.

“When were you hospitalized?” she asked, her suspicions growing clearer after his response. Her fingers anxiously tugged at the edge of her sleeve as she pressed on, her tone tinged with nervousness. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Dr. L/n, but... is there any chance we can keep the hospital out of this? I know I shouldn’t have asked her to cover for me, but... whatever happened could be sorted out privately, right?” She let out an awkward laugh, clearly unaware of the incident between the pro hero and you, and her focus instead on ensuring her little escape from work remained unnoticed. Her eyes flickered around the room to check no one could over hear her little confession before they landed on the bouquet in Todoroki’s hands, a spark of curiosity breaking through her tension.

“Are those... flowers?” she asked, her voice a little lighter, in a terrible attempt at shifting the topic after the lack of response from Todoroki.

He blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Yes. Could you give them to her? As an apolo—"

Before he could finish, the nurse interrupted him. "She left early that day and hasn’t been back since. But I could tell her you want to see her when she is back ?” She offered.

The words hit Todoroki like a brick. You weren’t here. You hadn’t been here for three days, and it was undeniable—he was the reason for your absence. He had spent so much time thinking about you since arriving at the hospital, yet the truth slammed into him again: his thoughts had been filled with peaches, warmth, and beauty, while the reality was far darker. He couldn't escape the image of your tears, the memory of his unrelenting grip on your wrist as you tried to leave, the sickening sound of Kirishima’s fist connecting with his face, and the heavy, metallic scent of your blood staining the hospital’s sterile white floor. Now, all he could see was the wreckage he had caused you, and the painful realization that perhaps the only apology he truly needed to offer was leaving you alone.

Don’t tell me you thought it would be that easy. The reader is over there thinking her life is over, and you think she’s just going to go back to work?

Todoroki is a mess in this chapter, blushing and acting bashful like a high schooler with his first crush (this will make sense later). But, I didn’t want to downplay what happened to the reader too much. Todoroki should at least be aware of the consequences of his actions. I thought ending on a serious note would provide a nice contrast to the silly ending of the previous chapter. God I hope I didn’t write myself in a corner but I think I’ll make it work.

I think we’ve seen enough of Todoroki for now—next chapter will focus on Izuku! I know Todoroki may seem like my favorite character in this fic since, aside from the reader, he’s had the most POV chapters (probably more than the reader), but surprisingly, he’s not actually my favorite from the group. Don’t worry, though. I’m not playing favorites in thisbdix. Everyone will get their fair share of attention and dedicated chapters. We’re just starting off with a lot of Todoroki.

2,2k words, the chapter is extra long as an apology to the wait. Oh yeah, I am still waiting on the polls results but I’ll be honest, I maybe just decide for something else.

As always, criticisms are welcome.

Big thank you to @cafekitsune who made the beautiful dividers

06 <- 07 -> 08

My apologies if I forgot anyone in the taglist. This taglist is lowkey getting out of hand 😭

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[irisintheafterglow]

Lavender Haze (pro!bakugo katsuki x you)

summary: your relationship with dynamight had just gone public, and you need a little verbal affirmation that you two will make it out okay

word count: 1k

cw/tags: very mild angst/comfort, mostly just affectionate katsuki fluff, swearing/profanity wouldn't be a bakugo fic without it, suggestive if you squint, reader is also a pro hero, pet names (babe, stupid, dumbass)

note: i love writing stubborn katsuki banter with an equally stubborn reader who's just used to his antics. domestic katsuki just makes me adhfsjfdfjsgjk, yk? enjoy!

likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!!

You heard the key turn in the door down the hallway and finally put down your phone after scrolling through Twitter for hours. They’d been particularly ruthless today, ripping into your relationship and theorizing that he didn’t even love you. The room was dark and the thought of faking sleep crossed your mind, but you knew he’d sense you were still awake. So, you wait for him to slip off his gauntlets and tug off his boots and find you in your shared bedroom. 

“Babe?”

“Here, Kats.” He lays down beside you, and you’re so mentally exhausted that you don’t even scold him for slipping into bed dirty from patrol. You let him pull you into his arms and inhale deeply against his chest.

“Why are you still awake?”

“Was waiting for you to come home.”

“Bullshit. You fall asleep hours before I’m off shift.”

“Maybe tonight’s just different, then.”

“Are you gonna tell me what’s different?” 

“Do I need to?”

“Yeah, you’re starting to worry me.” 

“I’m just… scared.” His body tenses around you, scarlet eyes searching your face with concern. 

“What’s wrong? What happened?” 

“Nothing happened, not yet, at least. I’m just…”

He thinks for a moment, and you can’t help but stare in wonder at how beautiful he is when the gears in his brain turn. “They’re getting to you again.”

“How did you know?” Of course, he figured it out; he always seemed to be able to know exactly what you were thinking and verbalize it in a way that you couldn’t. 

“Because I love you, stupid, and I know your mind like it was my own.”

“They just, they think I’m using you, Kats, or that I don’t love you, or that this is all a PR stunt by my agency–” Your voice starts to shake on its own, and you push back against the frustration welling up in your eyes. 

“Your manager isn’t smart enough to do that.” A finger comes down to brush a stray hair from your face as you glare up at him. He’d been wanting you to hire a new manager for months or simply merge with his agency, but you wanted the social media firestorm to die down first before any big public moves. 

“Bakugo Katsuki.”

“What? You know I’m right.”

“Not the point.”

“You need to stop reading through Twitter, baby. You really trust some assholes on the Internet over the man of your dreams?” He smirks down at you and draws spirals on your shoulder with his fingers, leaving tingling sensations in their wake. He knew just how to make you feel better, and it was one of your favorite things about him. The way he balanced crude humor with reassurances that you needed and small acts of affection distracted your brain from spiraling any further.  

“Okay, man of my dreams, I get it. Could you just say it?” He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip absentmindedly. 

“Say what?”

“You know, the thing. Please.”

“Oh, right.” Understanding washed over his face, and you caught a little bit of underlying impatience that made you feel a little guilty for asking. 

“Did you forget?”

“Of course not. I just wish I didn’t have to keep telling you that I’m not going to leave you because of some fuckfaces on the Internet making up rumors. I trust you, you trust me, and no one else’s bullshit matters.” He shrugs a toned shoulder and returns to dragging his fingers over your body, running his hands in the creases and dips that he’s memorized on you. 

You roll your eyes. His encouragement was effective, but you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh at the expletives thrown into this round of verbal affirmation. “That’s more aggressive than last time, Kats.”

“It’s an upgrade,” he grins, gently squeezing the flesh around your hips. He got more handsy when he was deliriously satisfied, not that you were complaining. “Next time you get anxious that I’d do something stupid like break up with you, I’m gonna tell Shoto to buy Twitter and ban you from it.” 

“Bold of you to assume he would listen to anything you say.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t know where he and his entire family lives,” he whispers innocently, pressing his lips to your forehead. His fingers brush up and down the sides of your neck and shoulders, sending chills running through your limbs. 

“Kats–”

“I’m kidding…” He drawls and flashes a cruel grin. “Kinda.” 

“Okay, high school asshole Katsuki, get out of my bed and shower. You’re all sweaty and sticky and yuck.” You push against his chest to no avail. 

He pouts, grabbing hold of your wrists and having you pinned against your bed in one fluid motion. “I thought you loved it when I was sweaty and sticky and yuck.” Strands of blonde hair fall onto his forehead and brush against yours as he leans down to brush his lips against yours. He’d never looked so beautiful.

“Not when I’m trying to sleep.”

He pulls back abruptly, looking at you skeptically. “You weren’t trying to sleep shit, babe.” 

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Neither does spiraling over idiots on a stupid fucking bird app.” Fortunately, your body’s awareness of Katsuki’s hands had put the hate tweets you read in the furthest corner of your mind.

“You made your point, like, three points ago.”

His head dips back down to kiss a trail down your collarbone. “Yeah, but sometimes your dumb ass doesn’t listen.”

“You can’t resist this dumb ass.”

He bites down gently where your shoulder meets your neck and you jump, his chuckle buzzing against your skin. “Nope. It’s a plague.” Any more of his body on yours was set to be a disaster, so you attempt to halt his advances before you’re further entangled with each other. 

“Take a shower, Kats.”

He leaves one more chaste kiss on your nose. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” You sigh and wait for him to release your wrists, but he gives you a pointed look like you’d responded incorrectly. 

“I. Love. You.” God, he’s such a brat. 

You press a kiss up to his forehead and he closes his eyes in contentment. “I love you more.”

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[lovelykil]

crush─

ᯓ katsuki bakugo (reader is crushing on izu)

note; silly bsf bakugo scenario bc I like him platonically :3 + no proof read

"I don't understaanndd"

"what do you mean you don't understand, I just EXPLAINED IT" the angry blonde's voice boomed through his dorm, making the few All Might figures bounce up on its shelf. He had that famous furious expression as he looked at you. You placed your hand on his face and pushed him away with a groan.

"no, you idiot not the study guide," bakugo was shoved away but quickly bounced back to shout at you.

"THEN WHAT"

you stared down at the packet, your pencil laid lifelessly beside it awaiting to be used again. You rested your elbow on the small table you and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight shared and sighed in thought.

you begin to play with your pencil, "how you don't have a crush." You lock eyes with him. He stares at you like an idiot before he folds his arms to his chest.

"I told you I don't do that dumb crap." He grumbles through his teeth. He's a little calmer now but still irritated at your uncertainty toward his own words.

for some odd reason you just didn't believe him, you've seen the way he glances at kirishima or uraraka. He's such a stubborn asshole to admit it though

you click your tongue, lifting your chin off the palm of your hand. You grab back your pencil and begin to doodle on the sides of the study guide.

"its gotta be uraraka, no?" You questioned, grinning slightly at the paper.

his brows scrunch as he unfolds his arms,

"who, round face?"

"aw look you already have a nickname for her." You tease, continuing to doodle. Bakugo sits up to kick you in the leg with a grunt the teen then walks over to his shelf to fix the figures of his idol while you shout in pain.

"you asshole, what the hell?!"

"I don't like that Kirby knockoff." He growls. He moves a figure a few centimeters away from the other.

you look over at him, brows stitched together in annoyance, you stare at him for a brief moment then turn your head.

"alright well if not her then..." You return to the study guide, retrieving your pencil. You choose to pause momentarily before speaking for that dramatic effect.

"kirishima?" A sinister grin grows on your sly lips as you glance over at him. His whole body reacted like he was stunned at such an accusation; he whips his head around still holding a figure.

"YOU THINK I SWING THAT WAY OR SOMETHIN?" Your small snickering turned into loud laughing at his offended reaction, you just loved to piss this boy off.

"hey it's okay! We all get a little curious if you know what I me—"

"SHUT UP DUMBASS"

as you laugh your ass off katsuki angrily turns himself around and places the figure in his hand on the shelf with such force, the thing itself almost collapses. His cheeks are crimson red, visible veins pop out on his forehead and his teeth grit together in frustration.

he really doesn't know why he hangs out with you.

once your laughing dies out and he resumes to his spot on the other side of the table you sigh in content at the amount of dopamine you retained just within 3 minutes.

you wipe away a tear and pick up with pencil.

"oh shit, you're so funny bakugo." He doesn't respond anymore just grunts, but he does flip over a page to the study guide and continues his work. So, he was aware of you he just wanted to ignore your annoying self.

the pencil of his looks like it's on its last life, trembling with fear every time he roughly glides it across the paper. You observe him, still in that daze of laughter then look at your paper.

then out of nowhere you blurt out something.

"I like Midoriya—!" You wait for his reaction with wide, worried eyes. He doesn't take long to react, of course negatively.

"you like that nerd? what are you blind?" He looks up from the paper, his ruby eyes burn into yours.

you blush from embarrassment, feeling your cheeks warm up like a heater.

"you're so rude, he's cute and funny.." You play with the pencil yet again, your mind wanders off to thoughts of just that broccoli head. His smile, his laugh, his hands, his smile, his eyes oh yeah his smile again and that waist and...

"he's annoying that's about it, and so are you. What a perfect match." Bakugo swats your daydream bubble away along with your love sick smile. You turn towards him about to shout but you stop and smile suddenly.

"wait you really think so?" You have never sounded so eager and desperate with your wide bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Katsuki scoffs and lightly smiles.

"you're actually so desperate it's making you lamer than usual." He finishes up a problem.

you roll your eyes, "ugh, whatever." You fold your arms to your chest with huff. A few lingering seconds go by and something hits you in the face, an idea.

you unfold your arms and lean yourself over to him, quickly.

"hey you're his bestfriend! You think you could set—"

"like HELL"

"What?? Bakugo PLEASE"

"not in a million years."

[chickenfriedawesome]

more Monoma because it is what he deserves

we kind of see this with Eri, but i imagine that Monoma would actually do great with kids, much to the surprise of literally everyone around him. he is 100% the type to come up with really elaborate stories about knights and princesses and dragons that younger audiences would absolutely adore

every time Monoma is portrayed as sexist in some piece of fanwork, an angel loses its wings. Monoma couldn't give a FUCK about gender roles. Monoma has girls night with Pony where they wear face masks and paint each other's nails. he gossips about the hottest boys in school and act affronted when he isn't everyone's #1 pick. he has cried at a romcom before, and he will do it again. (real talk though, he was canonically one of like three people to treat Uraraka seriously in her fight with Bakugo. miss him with the sexism allegations).

Monoma is fluent in Japanese, English, and talking shit. passable in German and French.

Monoma is stupidly good at strategy games. once, Vlad King walked into the class B common room to find Monoma playing four separate games of Battleship on other students' laptops while they cheered him on. (he won all 4 games. Tetsutetsu was so moved that he cried).

Monoma only ever faces mild drawbacks from using other's quirks because (1) his body does a great job adapting to them, and (2) he only has a limited amount of time with each; (for example, he gets mildly queasy after using Uraraka's quirk as opposed to completely sick); however, Copy has a pretty bad drawback of its own: if he doesn't use it to copy a quirk for a while, Monoma is left feeling empty and dull (shoutout @coldlandstarlight for this banger of an idea)

in contrast, if Monoma uses Copy too much, he gets hit with some pretty bad depersonalization/derealization, like he can't figure out what is purely "Monoma" and what is just a simulacrum of the people around him. this is part of the reason that he doesn't mind being perceived as so extra; he'd rather be criticized for being "too much" than be accused of being a copy of someone else

[kugokizs]

KISSES WITH BAKUGO!

❥ pairing: bakugo x gn!reader ❥ genre: fluff; headcanons ❥ word count: 1.1k ❥ warnings: none

finally a little smth for my favorite boy !!

001. YOUR FIRST KISS

Your hands were shoved in the pockets of your jacket in hopes to shield them from the biting cold, and your hood was secured by a thick woolen scarf courtesy of Bakugo’s mom. Snowflakes dropped down from above, making the city and the park you were in look like a mini winter wonderland. The cold was no match to the warmth in your chest and the darkness no match to the blinding light of your smile. Bakugo was in front of you, running around swinging on the street lights. You felt so warm, on a date with the boy of your dreams and having the time of your life. It felt like you were the star of a romance film.

You're not sure who started it, but you feel a ball of snow hit your back and you're turning around in faux rage throwing one right back, your giggles filling the air with Bakugo’s own. You can't help the smile that makes a home on your face, and no matter how much your cheeks hurt you can't help it.

Bakugo catches your eye, and throws a snowball at your face. You squeal, throwing your hands up before chasing after him. "Oh, you little-!" You curse as vou chase Bakugo around the park, slipping sometimes over icy snow or losing track of each other with the mask of snow falling over your eyes. Your hands throb now that they're no longer warm in your pockets and instead holding snow ready to be catapulted at your... friend? your boyfriend?

Right as you reach Bakugo you trip on a rock disguised by a thick layer of snow and your hands reach forward to break your fall.

Bakugo, as clumsy as he usually is not, falls backwards and brings you down with him. The force of your fall causes snow to lift around you and fall back down like rain, but you pay no attention. Now that all the giggles have died off and you're up close, the tension between you two that was undetectable before is very apparent now. You're so close you can see the reddish gold in Bakugo’s eye. You can see the ghost of his breath in the cold air, and the way his eyes darken under your gaze.

You can't imagine you look much different, and before you know what you're doing you're leaning closer, slowly, as if you move too quickly you'll be burned. You sort of feel like you are being burned if the way the flames licking at your chest are any indication. Your heart is thrumming, beating against your ribcage as if it's attempting to fight its way out.

You've been waiting for this, longer than Bakugo knows, even longer than you think. Since the day you met him and saw those plump lips curve up in a sly smile, you've wanted to know how they would feel against your own- and now you've finally got the chance.

Bakugo's heartbeat matches your own, and if you weren't covered by the heavy padding of your jacket you'd be able to feel it against your chest. He can barely believe he's managed to take you on this date let alone kiss you. It's the perfect setting, laying in the snow while the moon shines it's light down on you, and it feels like a perfect romance— something he was worried he wouldn't be able to do.

Your lips hover inches from him before they just barely brush. It's only a soft press but you feel like electricity has surged through your entire body. You can't help the shy smile that quirks at your lips, and when Bakugo leans up to kiss you again, you let him.

002. MORNING KISSES

You can't deny the man before you anything when he's smiling at you like that.

You've never been the type to indulge in morning kisses, too caught up in wondering if your partner would judge you. Maybe your breath stank too bad or your drool rubbed off on them. It was pure self consciousness that stopped you from kissing Bakugo when you two first started to wake up together, the sun peeking from behind soft curtains and casting a honey glow over your sleeping bodies. Your duvet would a ways be wrapped tightly around you and you would feel Bakugo's arms caging you in as his hair tickled your cheek and you nuzzled into his shoulder, pulling him as close as possible as he murmured sweet nothings from above you.

Bakugo has always wanted to be the couple that can wake up together and kiss lazily until they either manage to get up or fall back asleep. He's always found you beautiful, no matter what state of being you were in. He's considered this the purest form of intimacy, and he's always been grateful that you've allowed him to be the one to see it.

It's because of Bakugo that you no longer care about those negative thoughts. He makes you feel loved and cared for in a way no one else has, and when he looks just as disheveled as you, his hair mussed and knotted with a spot of drool on his pillow, you can do nothing but smile- too fond of the boy in front of you to do much else. When he smiles lazily, puckering his lips for a good morning kiss, you simply can’t deny him anything when he looks at you like that.

003. COMFORTING KISSES

When you feel like nothing can cheer you up, not even your favorite show or your favorite meal and it feels like nothing's going right in your life, Bakugo will walk in to see you staring at nothing in particular and reach out for you, wrapping you up in a hug, something that feels overwhelmingly safe and like nothing can ever hurt you as long as he's there. He'll hold your face in his hands and leave sweet pecks all over your face- your cheeks, your nose, your chin, your forehead, and then move on to litter them over the rest of your body. Your palm, your knuckles, your lips, before he's telling you that everything will be okay. Whispering "You're alright" and "I'm here" between every peck he leaves on your lips.

004. HEATED KISSES

The passionate but rushed pace always brings a heat to your gut, Bakugo’s breaths mingling with your own as you pull each other impossibly closer. Your hands grip his clothes, your arms wrap around his neck, your fingers run through his hair, and Bakugo does the same. His fingers running along your waistband and his lips trailing dangerously closer to the edge of your shirt, leaving love bites and marks that bloom across your skin like you're his favorite canvas.

His fingers dig into your hips, and his kisses send you spiraling, until they turn into simple brushes of your lips between shaking breaths and then into a series of short pecks so you can get air back into your lungs.

HIS FAVORITE KISSES TO GIVE YOU

surprise kisses: he loves seeing the look on your face

stomach kisses: the way you giggle makes him smile

forehead kisses: when he needs to feel you close to him

HIS FAVORITE KISSES FROM YOU

cheek kisses: it makes him smile

slow kisses: he loves to feel your lips linger on his

playful kisses: he loves feeling you smile against his lips

[anime-fan-05]

¡Hola!

¿Puedes hacer un headcanon con algunos personajes de MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Shoto, Mirio, Tamaki y Hawks) cuando la persona que les gusta les besa la mejilla como agradecimiento por ayudarla?

Estaba pensando que la lectora es la vecina del personaje; un día él descubre que un malo ha atacado el lugar donde vive y se apresura a salvar a ella y a su familia (los estudiantes tienen la licencia de héroe provisional); después, para agradecerles, le da un beso en la mejilla. Esta era mi idea, pero si tienes otras, no dudes en utilizarlas.

¡Gracias!

My Hero Academia ~Receiving a kiss on the cheek from their crush as thanks~

Manga/anime: My Hero Academia

Warnings: nothing

(Y/N): your name

(S/O): significant other

I really liked your idea, so I decided to use it.

Premise

(S/O) is really tired and panting from moving faster than usual to reach his house and from fighting a villain who has taken (Y/N), his neighbor and crush, hostage, but he's also happy to have saved her.

He's in the apartment of the girl, who's looking at him, shaken but also with her eyes full of gratitude, affection and admiration, when they both feel a jolt, which makes her fall to the floor, or rather which would have made her fall if it hadn't been for him, who managed to grab her before she did so. Acting quickly, (S/O) immediately picks (Y/N) up like a bride and throws himself out of the window with her to prevent both of them from being crushed by the probable collapse of the house, landing next to it, among the crowd who has come from the nearby homes, and who are applauding and thanking (S/O).

After a few seconds, the boy realizes he's still holding (Y/N), so, embarrassed and with eyes as big as saucers, he lets her go; the girl, though, doesn't move away from him, as (S/O) thought, but she approaches him, smiling sweetly at him, and, whispering a thank you, she delicately places her lips on his right cheek for a few seconds.

Midoriya I. (Deku)

He'll freeze over: if you tap him, he'll fall over like a statue

It'll take him a while to recover, but he won't be able to say a meaningful sentence or even respond to your thank you ("Y-y-yo-you-you're w-we..."), and he'll be forced to cover his face with his arms or hands because he'll be literally all red

For the rest of the day, he won't be able to speak, so much so his mother will become very worried

"Izuku, are you okay? What's wrong?" "It-it's that... (Y/N)... Isavedherandshegavemeakissonthecheekasthanks! A-and now I-I can't think of anything else! What do I do, mom?" "..." "M-mom..." "Awwwwww, my son is in love!"

His mother will advise him to go to you, so he'll go to the place where you'll be (your house is destroyed) and he'll try to ensure your health, both physical and mental, since he was unable to do so after saving you

Bakugou K.

His first instinct will be to move away, since he'll be really embarrassed, and to yell at you not to do something like that again (not because he doesn't want your affection, but because it embarrasses him too much)

Nevertheless, he'll remain still, with his ears red with embarrassment and, strangely, without screaming

He'll stare at you for a few seconds, almost immersed in a subspecies of fantasy world where there are only you two, until he hears the people who surround you talking and clapping, and his body will move on its own: he'll run away

Before going away, though, if he hears you giggling at his reaction, his heart will skip a few beats, but he'll yell at you to stop teasing him

He'll probably go back to his house still a little flushed, and he'll argue for hours with his mother whether to allow you to stay at their house; in the end... "Oi, come to my house until your house is rebuilt"

Todoroki S.

At first he won't react because he won't totally realize what you did, still focused and exhausted from the fight: he'll act robotically and go back to his home without considering you

However, once he gets home, he'll understand what happened, and he'll blush madly under the incredulous eyes of his father and sister

He'll also slightly lose control of his quirk: a light jet of ice will come out of the right side of his body, covering part of the floor, and light flames will erupt from the left side

He'll think about the kiss all night and won't be able to sleep, so he'll talk about it with his sister the next day; Fuyumi will then decide to intervene personally: she'll invite you to live in their house (since yours is destroyed)

Imagine his embarrassment in living with you (but maybe he'll decide to confess to you)!

Toogata M.

His usual smile will stretch so much almost all of his teeth will be visible, and his cheeks will be dusted with a very light red

If he has to speak, only a stammer will come out of his mouth, and so he'll giggle in embarrassment, putting his hand behind his head

He'll look at you for a while, not knowing what to do and waiting for you to say something; when you don't say anything, he'll walk away in embarrassment

As soon as he's away from you and has recovered (in fact, after your kiss he'll only think about you and the beautiful sensation of your lips on his cheek), he'll give himself a mental slap for not having said anything to you

Thus, to compensate for his imaginary lack of sufficient help towards you, he'll offer to host you for as long as you need and also to protect you from any further attacks from villains

Amajiki T.

You'll kill him: Tamaki.exe has stopped working; press a button to restart

His ears will be red, let's not talk about his face (it could be the perfect cosplay of a tomato); he'll be all shaky, and he'll start playing with his fingers due to embarrassment

After recovering, he could do two actions: the first will be to take the opportunity to bury his red face in your neck due to embarrassment and to hide himself from the crowd, the second to run away and never appear before you again

It's more likely he'll do the first option, but he'll still stay away from you for at least a week to get used to calming his heart, which will be beating wildly

The next time you two meet he'll still blush slightly, remembering your kiss, and he won't be able to look you in the eyes

Takami K. (Hawks)

He's used to people thanking him, even by hugging him, but you aren't just anyone: you're his crush

Indeed, he'll try in every way not to blush, but he'll fail, as a slight blush will be seen on his cheeks; for that reason, he'll wink at you, making you blush: that's his way of shifting the focus of attention from him to you

In addition, his wings will fluff up a little and he'll strut, happy for your special thanks

He'll fly away to the applause of the audience, but he'll keep thinking about you all the time with a dreamy expression for the next days (imagine the happiness of the members of his agency or the other heroes he'll meet, such as Endeavor, in seeing him like that...)

From that day, he'll take advantage of every free moment to come to you to "check", as he'll say, on you, since you may be at risk of attack by villains; actually, he'll do it just to see you

💮 Rules 💮 Masterlist 💮

[mistressmochalo]

I'm writing this post because the shippers have made me question my own adequacy time and time again, and the fact that we've been watching the same anime. This isn't a hate-ship post, but rather a refutation post, and why I believe that there are no romantic feelings between Bakugo and Deku, and an explanation of what exactly is going on in their relationship from my point of view. To begin with, the theme of the magic of friendship and the power of friendship to save the world and how friendship is important is in general, is traced through the whole story . Friendship is our pillar in life and friends are our strength and support. It's all written in plain text, and there are no secret messages and everything is pretty obvious, this tittle is not about love, it's about friendship and mutual support. Bakugo and his sudden change of heart towards Deku. The basis of why he changed his rage to mercy towards his rival and why he became so soft with him, and what everyone seems to forget is his guilt. Imagine yourself in his place, you have long hurt the person who was kind to you and believed in you, admired you, and you were just a monster to them, and waking up from this oblivion, getting rid of the veil of your own emotions and delusions you look at your own monstrous actions with a sober eye and think: "God…what have I done?". You feel guilt and remorse for your actions and wish to make amends and punish yourself for your actions. This is exactly what Katsuki feels, he feels remorse and as a counterbalance to his hatred he begins to treat Deku with care and concern. Not because he suddenly showed his 'true' feelings and he loves him and he was just being an evil tsundere and trying to deny his attraction. No. It's guilt, he's felt the depth of the harm he's done to Deku, and he's in heartache. This explains why he cried in the epilogue, finally realizing everything he'd done, remembering the moments of bullying. That's why during the Paranormal Liberation War, he rushed to cover Deku with himself without a second thought. In those infamous "my body moved on its own" moments, it's a "hit or run" or "save or freeze" reflex. The conscious mind can't keep up and the subconscious mind kicks in. And he is driven by feelings of guilt and remorse puts himself at risk, to some extent wanting to punish himself in the same way. At that moment, his own safety didn't matter to him: "I deserve this, this is what I have to pay for." He thought about Deku all the time, he thought about him in the last moments before his death (temporary) because that's what kept tormenting him and the image of Izuku stuck in his mind. So back to the epilogue and the very words that everyone saw as a veiled declaration of love.

At this point, my explanation is as follows: he was emotional, and for that reason he could hyperbolize his thoughts, and besides, he's still a teenager, and teenagers are prone to throwing around big words like "forever", "never" and other maximalistic epithets. He is still a child and does not feel that the years have weight, and the concept of eternity changes with the years, and what once seemed like eternity will later become a piece of life.

Addendum. And so, I completely forgot about Deku's feelings. His feelings for Katsuki are friendship - admiration, and it's stated in the story explicitly. I know exactly what those feelings are because I've had that experience. Imagine that it seemed like the most amazing person, who has all those qualities that you would like to have in yourself, who causes you a sense of awe, you watch everything they say and do with your mouth open and it makes you marvel, and that person is friends with you. I was like Deku back then, a kind of insecure outcast, and that such an amazing person honored me with their attention made me cherish them and be obsessed with them in a way. I'd sell my soul to have them with me forever. It's a lot like falling in love, but no it was exactly admiration underpinned by a sense of loneliness and abandonment, and losing that person was my biggest fear. And I did lose them, they left me because I smothered them with my attention and I went into a long depression. And looking back, it seems like there will never be another person like that in my life, that relationship was unrepeatable. And I see that Izuku has very similar feelings for Katsuki, and it's not romantic feelings, it's admiration and looking up from the bottom up

[dahbeez]

pairing: dynamight x reader

warnings: gore, slight angst, feels, swearing.

word count: 2.4K

katsuki realized that he didn’t know what pain truly was until now, or at least he never really acknowledged how bad he was hurt before this very moment. but now, sprawled on the ground between pieces of broken walls and in the midst of this thick black smoke that pierced through his lungs, he felt powerless. the worst kind of pain, the tight hand of helplessness around his neck, squeezing harder every second that passed by. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was choking on this feeling of despair and hopelessness. the blood loss didn’t have anything to do with his fear, it’s his pride that was wounded. per usual, he apprehended what others would think of him, bruised and broken, bathing in his blood. a pretty ugly sight for the number two hero, not mighty at all if you asked him.

he just knew that his legs were broken, and his back probably too. actually, he couldn’t feel a thing from his waist down. this alone made tears cloud his vermillion eye and an ugly sob made its way up his throat, staying stuck at the edge of his lips.

bakugo didn’t cry, he wouldn’t, no. he wasn’t weak, so he swallowed his tears and choked on his sobs. he could get up, he had too. the villain was probably still around, destroying more buildings, erasing more people from existence. it was his job to get up. deku would get up, he thought bitterly. so, katsuki had to stand, he couldn’t let the useless nerd beat him.

he had to get up. shitty hair and dunce face wouldn’t be able to handle everything on their own. they were probably lost without him. those extras wouldn’t know how to handle the situation, heck, they weren’t even part of the top 10. eyes shut tight, mind clouded with the thoughts of his… uh… friends, the number two hero realized once again how fucked he was. willing his legs to move, only to feel nothing, he let out a frustrated shout.

he still had to get up, he could faintly hear some dumb civilian under the rubbles, crying for help. it was his job to help them, whoever the stupid background character was, he had to save them. if only he could move. well, he was able with much efforts to tilt his head to the left. sadly, all he saw was thick black smoke and more pieces of the broken city. no sight of the civilian, only crimson red stains painting the canvas that was this war zone. blood, the red liquid was most likely coming from his own destroyed body.

part of him was glad he couldn’t feel the actual physical pain. he knew his legs were done for, his right arm was bent in a weird angle and the bone of his wrist was sticking out of his skin. his left eyelid was shut tight, bruised black and blue, his eye hopefully, but not likely, still in its socket. he was high on adrenaline, so high that he barely even felt anything pint pointing to his imminent death. he didn’t feel the cold and he didn’t see any irresistible bright light.

but he knew. he was drowsy, paralyzed and didn’t even have the energy to use his quirk. he wasn’t dumb, he knew his body and its limits, despite bragging that he didn’t have any. he had to get up, but he knew he wouldn’t. he was practically a messy pile of broken limbs soaked in blood. useless. dying.

so much for being a top hero, barely a few years in the business and a stupid group of first class villains had him on the brink of death. stupid, weak, useless, second place.

fuck off, he thought. fuck his pride, his ego, his little inner spirit that screamed insults directed at himself, telling him that he was pathetic. he needed help. it was a rare thought, actually, it was one of the first time that he genuinely admitted his weakness. but he needed to get up, and he can’t do that when he’s dead now, can he? plus, the dumb civilian was still whimpering in fear, somewhere stuck under a building. bakugo could barely hear them. their voice was too weak. maybe they were dying too, scared and alone, only having enough willpower to whisper desperate cries for help.

a small, weak smirk appeared on the blonde’s scowling face. he knew what to do. he was the best at everything, but there was one thing that he was the ultimate, indisputable best at.

screaming like a fucking banshee. hopefully his vocal chords weren’t as messed up as the rest of his body. and hopefully his shouts won’t bring the attention of villains on himself. hm. well, he was going to die anyways, at least now he could scream insults and tell the world to fuck off until his last breath.

so with a new fire ignited in his remaining eye, bakugo started to scream.

"DIE YOU FUCKING PIECE OF CRAP VILLAIN, I SWEAR I’LL FUCKING KILL YA’!" he started, coughing on the smoke, but kept shrieking like a mad man despite the strain on his voice. "OI, SHITTY HAIR, DUNCE FACE! YOU GONNA LEAVE ME LIKE THIS? FUCKING COME AND GET ME, I WANNA PUNCH YOUR DUMB FACES FOR LETTING THE VILLAIN ESCAPE! USELESS HEROES! FUCKING, SHITTY, USELESS PIECES OF CRAP!"

he kept shouting, screaming, cursing, making as much noise as he could. at one point he set off a small explosion, smirking when his quirk manifested itself and not getting discouraged so easily when said quirk stopped working as soon as it manifested. bakugo, giving up? ah! never heard of that one.

"OI! I’M HERE FOR FUCK’S SAKE, DON’T IGNORE ME, I’LL KILL YA’! I SWEAR YOU’LL DIE, I DON’T NEED MY FUCKING LEGS TO END YOU. C’MON SHITTY HAIR, YOU SCARED OR SOMETHING?" his voice boomed in the empty air. he would never admit it, but part of him was scared that shitty hair and dunce face, even that ugly raccoon eyes, were in the same situation as he was. helpless and broken. dead, maybe.

he was getting tired. he was losing blood, he couldn’t move and the smoke poisoned the air. hot tears started dripping down his right cheek despite using all his willpower to prevent them from doing so. desperation replaced cockiness. "o— oi, does anybody hear me?"

only the distant sounds of a fight answered him back. the other pros were busy putting a fight against the villains, he was all alone. even the civilian he had planned to save had gone quiet. bakugo bit his lip, knowing that he probably hadn’t gotten up in time to save just one more extra.

"p— please, is anyone here? i— i can’t move. i can’t move, please," he had gone from shouting to whimpering like a fucking bitch. he was bitter about the change of tone in his voice, but he couldn’t control it. his vision was fading, the sounds were getting harder to hear, he felt cold. extremely cold.

he stopped shouting and crying for help, he just stopped and laid on the ground, still. he looked around with his valid eye, everything was blurry and the whole city had caught on fire. everywhere he looked he saw destruction. the broken windows reflected the vigorous red flames, and in the midst of all the chaos, a silhouette appeared, running towards him. getting closer, and closer. katsuki didn’t know if it was a civilian, a hero, a medic or a fucking reaper. at this point, he didn’t even care, he was way too tired to care.

"kirishima?" he whispered, trading the hurtful words he called his best friend for his actual name. bakugo’s eyesight must’ve wronged him, the silhouette looked nothing like red riot and still, it was getting closer and closer. katsuki feared that he had lead a villain right to him with his relentless screaming.

his breath hitched, and this time it wasn’t from the amount of smoke he inhaled. like an angel, or maybe a messenger of death, your features appeared clearly to him. he wished you weren’t a villain, no one so beautiful deserved to work in the shadows. the concern on your face was the first thing he noticed and despite your beauty — and if he were to have enough strength, which wasn’t the case — he would’ve punched you for looking down on him with that frown on your face.

"dynamight?" you said gently, your voice soft, but laced with firmness. "can you hear me?"

he coughed and grimaced at the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. "’m’not fucking deaf, dumbass."

you smiled genuinely, relieved that the pro-hero could still talk. it seemed you had come right on time, you’re pretty sure that the hero wouldn’t have survived the next three minutes.

"i’m miracle, i assist pro-heroes and their sidekicks on most missions," you kept speaking, making him focus on your voice while you examined the extent of his wounds. he had taken a serious hit, which meant pain for both you and him. "lucky for you, i have a healing quirk. you should be good as new in a few seconds."

"stop fucking talking and do your fucking job," bakugo hid his relief with spiteful words. you paid them no mind, reaching your hands down for the familiar black leather belt you always had with you. it never served to keep your pants up. "o— oi, what are you undressing for, dumbass?"

you held back a laugh, a playful glint in your eyes. "don’t worry, dynamight. i always do dinner first, and you haven’t even asked me out yet," you winked and kneeled in front of him.

not wasting another second, you put the belt between your teeth, making sure it was in the right place before removing your gloves. bakugo watched you carefully, not sure of your next movements and still wary of your actions. what the fuck were you doing?

his questions were soon to be answered. you place a gentle hand on his forehead, your fingers immediately tinted red with his blood. your other hand rested on his left cheek and katsuki almost blushed under the layers of crimson liquid that covered his skin. your teeth clenched on the leather belt, but your eyes were speaking to him, asking him silently to relax and let go. trust me, your eyes said. and he had no other choice but to trust you, his life was literally in your hands.

a bright light emerged from your hands and immediately, katsuki felt a hot wave of heat go throughout his whole body. he felt it course through his veins, pumping the missing blood, regenerating the fading cells and stitching back together his open wounds.

you screamed, your jaw tight and your teeth biting hard on the black leather belt. it was obviously painful, extremely painful to you, and if it wasn’t for the pure relief of being saved after all, bakugo would’ve felt a pinch of guilt for making you suffer.

it took about thirty seconds that seemed to stretch into hours in your case. it hurt like a bitch, the tears falling down your cheeks and the scream of agony you let out were telltale signs of your pain. but it was worth it, because dynamight’s legs and back returned to their perfect health, the bone sticking out of his wrist went back in its place and his missing left eye returned from ashes. you gave his whole body a rebirth, and you kept your hands on his skin until the final scratches right under his jaw disappeared. only then, you let yourself fall to the ground next to him, exhausted.

katsuki took a deep breath, feeling his lungs expand smoothly without an ounce of pain in his chest. he slowly brought himself up, his body finally responding to his wishes. his eyes scanned his surroundings.

"you okay?" he mumbled, watching carefully as you took deep breaths to calm yourself and spit out the belt which had deep dent marks from how hard you had bitten on it. he couldn’t help but blush when he saw you raise your head and shoot him a genuine smile through your painful tears.

"i’m okay," you lied. "i’m glad i got here on time to help you, dynamight!"

"tch." he frowned, ears red. you were obviously not okay. your whole body was shaking in pain and you were sweating buckets. he also noticed your nose was leaking blood and your eyes seemed heavy with exhaustion.

"there’s an extra somewhere under the rubbles," he mumbled, raising to his feet now that he was fully healed and strangely energized. he had to admit that your hero name was suiting, your quirk was literally a miracle on earth.

you smiled tiredly. "don’t worry, dynamight. i came across him in my search for survivors. he only had minor injuries, unlike you."

katsuki was actually relieved that the reason the hurt civilian had gone silent was because he had been saved, not because he was dead. the hero then took notice of how most of his hero suit was shredded and bloody. definitely not a pretty sight, and his support weapons were all gone. thankfully, the sounds of the fight seemed to have died down, which hopefully meant a victory for the heroes.

he assessed the situation quickly, and made his decision. you looked up at him in shock when he suddenly and aggressively turned to you and hoisted you up on his shoulder.

"wha—"

"shut up, extra. you clearly can’t walk. i’ll take you back to the medics," he grumbled, avoiding your eyes as his cheeks turned even more red. you gaped at him, unsure of what to say to the flustered pro-hero. "also, if you say a word to anyone about how i was crying for help, i will kill you."

he then bent to grab your discarded belt and without another word started walking through the rubbles of a broken city, occasionally stopping to harshly redirect lost civilians back to where he knew all medics would be to treat the injured. you remained silent, too exhausted to utter another word.

his hold on you was firm yet comforting, making sure you would never fall out of his grasp. it made your lips rise again in a little smile and your eyelids slowly closed, surrendering to sleep.

when you wake up, you’ll be sure to tell him he owed you a date after all this.

[epickiya722]

So people have been saying that izuku is a loser cause he got cucked by ochako who left him for bakugo....yeah....

What are your thoughts on this because this is honestly such a disgusting take 🤮

It is a very disgusting take!

Excuse my language, but uh... what kind of fuckery is that?

First, let me laugh at that out of all characters they want to say is KATSUKI BAKUGOU.

Him?! Ochako would "leave Izuku" for HIM?!

The same Katsuki Bakugou who literally has Izuku on his mind 24/7? That Katsuki Bakugou who called himself "Kacchan" in front of many, that same nickname Izuku gave him? The nickname he never said to stop calling him that?

The Katsuki who thought of Izuku in his dying moments and his body moved on its own when he saw Izuku in danger?

The Katsuki who carries around an All Might card that he got with Izuku when they were little? The Katsuki Bakugou who thought he and Izuku were going to be "rivals" for the rest of their lives and then funded most of Izuku's gear so he could be an active Hero again? (Mind you, easily Horikoshi would have said the class could have put in the funds equally, but no. It was made sure Katsuki put in the funds the most.)

That Katsuki Bakugou? I wanna know where in the manga does Katsuki actually hint at some kind of attraction for those jerks that was like "Yeah, I'm gonna take 'Deku's girl'!"

I know Izuku and Ochako look nearly identical in the face, but they have different hair colors and whatnot. How did they mistake Ochako for Izuku???

And on Ochako's part, they just want to make her look bad, huh? Sounds like to me they just want her to feel "complete" by wanting her to get with a man. They could care less about the relationships she has that are meaningful or her accomplishments. No, she must be with a male character! It's the rules!

Second, just that whole "cuck" thing is fucking stupid. It just leaves a very bad aftertaste and whoever was the first to even come up with that has to be projecting or something.

Honestly, I would say they just hate Izuku, but they hate Katsuki and Ochako, too.

They hate Izuku because of toxic masculinity, same case for Katsuki, let's be real. They want to make it feel like a "gotcha" moment with Katsuki "having Ochako" when those with opened eyes could see Katsuki would never. In fact, he would be repulsed by the idea of it. And with Ochako, it's like she has to be with somebody because it's like forbidden for a female lead of a shonen to not get with the male lead and pursue her own goals.

"He's a loser" Bitch, where? Let me grab my binoculars real quick. Okay, searching... searching... yeah, no, don't see anything that would make Izuku a loser.

Like... these people are just coming up with this bullshit and think it's funny? I don't see how really. It's the same level of humor a stick lying in the ground.

[shadowed-dancer]

Of course Izuku will want to save Shigaraki, that sort of theme has been ingrained in the series since the first chapter.

When we think about important moments in the series (and especially chapter 1) we often think about "you can be a hero" and "my body moved on its own". But think about it; what prompts both of those? What is the single moment that spurs the entire series into action?

It’s Bakugo being in danger and Deku rushing to save him.

Deku, a quirkless kid who has been relentlessly bullied for the past 10 years, rushes into a life-threatening situation in order to save the boy who bullied him. His instinct is to save a person he has every right not to save, but he does it anyways because that’s who he is. He’s a HERO (not the profession, simply a true, good hearted hero).

So yeah, I think it’s very poetic that 400+ chapters later, Deku is once again faced with a character he has every right not to save, but he decides he has to anyways because this person is in pain. This person has suffered and needs help.

And Deku is a hero.

[pocketramblr]

You mentioned you wanted happy asks for the 5 hc game, so consider:

au where Izuku can use 100% of ofa off the bat without hurting himself like All Might, he is simply unable to lower the percentage below 100%

oh thanks- tho i do think its funny thats about as happy as you can stretch lol

1- so, izuku blows the zero pointer away and doesn't break any bones. part of that's his own body, part of that's uraraka stopping him from going splat. he's very happy, though of course careful not to use his quirk in public or at school- better Aldera doesn't question him suddenly having one, after all.

2- Izuku begins to suspect there's a problem during the quirk assessment test- he's doing great at dashes and jumps and throws, but has very little control- skidding to a stop well after the end of the run, accidentally blowing back the unfortunate classmate behind him, having a long way to run back normally after the jump, breaking the grip test machine, etc. by the time he gets to the ball toss, he's genuinely afraid he's going to change the weather, but well, has to give it ago anyway. (it doesn't change the weather... yet)

3- Aizawa (temporarily) expels Mineta, who in Izuku scoring better was bumped down to 20th place. he says its weird All Might was watching. after, Izuku tells All Might about his concerns, and All Might changes his first lesson- he splits the kids into two groups, based on if they need to focus on getting stronger (Hagakure, Ojiro, Uraraka, etc), or learning more control (Izuku, Kaminari, Aoyama.) Bakugo is in the 'control' group and pissed that he's in the same group as Deku when he obviously needs to get stronger, having not ranked first the other day. All Might tries to explain that's because he saw Bakugo blow up at a classmate but Bakugo just ignores him and moves to the power group instead. (very... real high school teacher experience there). Todoroki's also in the control group mostly because All Might figured he didn't need more ice power, but he stays to snoop on Izuku and AM being kinda sus.

They still don't make much progress on Izuku using less than 100% tho

4- USJ... Izuku and Tsuyu are on the boat, and Izuku very carefully does the smallest jump he can manage to offset OfA's power, but he and Tsu still clear the entire USj and crack the cement when they land. Tsu goes to help the others and Izuku goes to help Aizawa, throwing a punch at Shigaraki and let's just say, Tomura is sooooooo lucky the nomu jumped in the way because yeah. Nomu gets sent back and Shigaraki is like ".... hey thats supposed to handle All Might at 100%" and izukus like "..... is it now". So Izuku's basically jumping back and forth to hit and get away from nomu to keep anyone else from being injured again, but he's not as practices as All Might and the whole plaza is getting torn up for it, sometimes he ends up jumping too far into another area, etc.

but at the end when All Might gets there, they get to both beat up Nomu together so that's cool :) they deserve more team fights

5- after, RG insists on checking All Might over and Izuku too, even though he says he's fine, and once they're alone RG yells at All Might that if he isn't going to call Gran Torino, she is, since not being able to control his output level is putting him at risk, but also every single one of his classmates- what's he supposed to do once they start training against each other?? Toshinori sighs, but agrees.

[macawritesupdates]

Writing Update 10/5/2024

I'm alive! Just I have been doing more art of late which means not as much writing time! Working on two zine art pieces and trying to finish art I owed for something I forgot about 8'3

Also catch up on Ink event for an art server. Got to do that. BUT progress on writing is being made! <3

JJK LONG-FIC UPDATES

CAREFUL WHAT YOU JOKE ABOUT: EDITING NEW CHAPTER AND IT SHOULD BE OUT TODAY! The outline reworks are more or less done other than seeing how many chapters it takes to reach a conclusion I'm happy with. Chapter count is most likely going to change!

BROKEN IN THE WAYS NO ONE SEES: Next chapter is in the works and is full of fluff like promised <3 Can't wait to share it!

WHEN YOU GET TWO GRANDSONS: Next chapter is nearly done so working to finish that up and then edit and post. Get ready to get some Wasuke character lore! hehe!

SPOUSE WANTED: Next chapter is coming along and again, hoping to finish it soon to post up! Going to be one readers have been anticipating!

CULTURALLY INAPPROPRIATE: The sequel to Historically Inaccurate! Continuing Yuuji and Sukuna's journey figuring themselves out while throwing in meeting other vessels and the Culling Games...what could go wrong.

LESSONS IN ACCIDENTAL SEDUCTION: Next chapter in slow progress! Just a lot of moving pieces to handle as we skip to the twins now being older and being Sukuna's assistants in chaos lol

THE YUUJI FILES: Working on the outline for the next chapter...the long-time fans still sticking it out are going to scream when this chapter drops hehe! WHO'S A GOOD BOY: Slowly poking at it. Need to rework some things to get it where I want. MIRRORED LIVES: Need to rework this story and get it more on its own two legs. It was half-baked and parts of its went to other stories in terms of plot so...gotta really get its own identity down.

LONGFIC UPDATES: MY HERO ACADAMIA

JEALOUSY IS NOT A GOOD FRIEND: Good progress for the next chapter! Hoping to get it out this weekend

UNSUNG HEROES: Want to write it SHO bad! AHhh! Need to make time to work on it…

A RUT TIME OF IT: On the backburner for now c:

ONE -SHOTS

Pull Me Along if I Can’t Move Forward: Deku/Bakugo fic that is so slowly being written....

Heatwaves and Curses Don't Mix Slow boat to being done....

Once Upon a Blob: Sukuna, now Blobkuna, has a plan to get his body back and it involves the old fairy tale cliche of love's true kiss. Chaos ensures.

And That's When I knew It (Might change the title though!): A silly Uraraka/Kirishima one-shot where something horribly embarrassing happens and feelings are had (and spice XD)

Rituals of Ascension: ABO in the Heian era involving bitching and just pwp ….

FICS TO COME

Exploration: ABO Modern Sukuita fic on the slow boat to being written

Unnamed: Kugikuna fic because I'm in a mood to write something for em…

We Wretched Few: Fleshing out the idea and preparing it for pre-producting

Law Meets Disorder: Slowing down on it as I work to get it mapped out properly, but it is in the works for pre-production!

The Dragon Story: I am worldbuilding so much for this one…debating if I might try to manga page draw it? We'll see…

[ochako-deserves-better]

Touch-starved pt.2

Katsuki Bakugo & Ochako Uraraka (platonic)

continuation of this post this is the platonic version of this story. If you want the romantic route, read this

"Stay?"

Her request, though whispered, seems to echo across her dorm's walls. Bakugo doesn't respond for a long while, the silence only weighing on Uraraka further. When he finally speaks, his voice cracks.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to?" She lightly tugs on his wrist, "aandd because I don't think you should be alone right now."

He flinches yet again. Uraraka frowns. The fact that he isn't immediately angry at her is yet another indicator that the other teen is not okay. "Come sit with me. We don't even have to talk," she tries again.

"Okay," he relinquishes to her request, allowing the brunette to lead him back to her bed. They sit again, this time close enough that their legs touch slightly. Bakugo initially attempts to put space between them again, but Uraraka quickly scooches over to bridge the gap. Bakugo rolls his eyes, but doesn't move away.

Uraraka bumps Bakugo with her shoulder. "Can I hug you again?"

Bakugo stares at her, wide-eyed. "So I can crush you again?"

The girl scoffs, flipping her slightly overgrown bangs out of her eyes. "I told you, the angle was wrong. And I'm stronger than I look, you know that."

Bakugo huffs, a weak smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. I do." While he had defeated her in the Sports Festival, it was not as clean a victory as he had expected, and the girl has only gotten stronger since then. "Should I-" he starts, suddenly very awkward. He coughs into his fist, "stand?"

Uraraka gives him a strange look. "No? You know people cuddle sitting down, right?"

"Cuddle?" Bakugo balks. "You said hug. Cuddling is--"

"Just hugging but sitting down," Uraraka finishes. "It doesn't have to... mean anything, you know?"

Bakugo swallows hard, "You know I don't-"

"Like me like that? Yeah. I know. I'm not hitting on you, Bakugo, I'm comforting you," she rolls her eyes, laughing quietly at the absurdity of the conversation. "Sit back. Like, back on the wall."

Bakugo chews on his lip as he considers her suggestion, but ultimately listens to her request. He unceremoniously shuffles himself backward, his legs outstretched in front of him. Uraraka shifts backward to join him. She grabs his wrist again,gently directing him to lift his arm so she can get closer. She swings her legs over his, leaning forward to once again settle against his chest.

Uraraka smiles at him as his arm curls around her again, his hand settling on the small of her back. "Is this okay?"she asks.

"Yeah," he replies, forcing himself to relax into her touch.

"When was the last time someone's hugged you?" Uraraka asks again.

"Like this? I don't think ever," Bakugo's voice scrapes against Uraraka's heart.

"Not even when you were little?" Uraraka presses, idly rubbing circles against the side of his neck with her thumb. Bakugo unconsciously leans his head to the other side, allowing her thumb to continue its motions more easily.

"Who? My mom?" Bakugo laughs, but its sound is tainted. "She's not exactly the gentle type. And once my Quirk awakened--" he pauses, lifting his hand off her waist for a moment "--it wouldn't be safe."

Uraraka's thumb stops moving. After a moment, Bakugo's eyes finally meet her own. He quirks a brow, silently asking the question he'd never utter out loud. "Never?"

"What," Bakugo sounds confused. "It's fine. I didn't get coddled like that nerd did. It's not like it matters? I'm fine. I turned out fine." He pauses, "Uraraka stop looking at me like that."

Uraraka leans into him, letting more of her weight settle against his body. He tightens his arm to accommodate the shift, holding her close. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

She hesitates, debating on the follow-up question that's eating at her soul, "Were you jealous of him? That his mom would cuddle him, but your mom wouldn't?" Bakugo stares at the ceiling as he considers the question.

"Sometimes," he admits, rattling Uraraka to her core. He admitted it?! Just like that?! "I... have nightmares. A lot. And they've only gotten worse as I've started hero work. It would've been nice to..." He rolls his eyes at his own words. "Don't do that. I don't need to--"

"Don't get defensive," Uraraka snaps, lightly smacking the side of his head with her hand. "I'm your friend, Bakugo. This is what friends talk about."

He huffs, but falls silent.

"Is that why you were in the common room? Nightmare?"

"Yeah."

"Is this helping?" Uraraka feels his strong hand push into the small of her back. He makes an affirmative noise.

He glances at the clock, frowning. "It's late. For real this time," he says. "I should head to my room."

Uraraka agrees, and the two slowly separate. Bakugo seems reluctant to pull away, but he releases her. He lifts himself off her bed, heading once again toward the door.

Again, however, Uraraka stops him with a hand wrapped around his wrist. "Hey, Bakugo?"

"Mmm?"

"If you have a nightmare... Wake me up, okay? I'm serious. And we can... do this again, if you want."

"I--" Bakugo coughs again, embarrassment once again burning his face. "Whatever, I--" he pauses, sighs, and turns to her again.

Suddenly, his hands are wrapped around her waist, lifting her up to squeeze her again. Before Uraraka could react, she was back on the floor. "Goodnight."

Uraraka smiles as the door closes behind the other teen "Goodnight."

[sugolara]

Musutafu, we'll meet again

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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The door being broken and the sound of Izuku's gun firing made them both leave. They couldn't exactly sleep with the door being damaged as it was their only protection. For it to have plenty of locks, it was sure damn useless. Besides, it wasn't only the door that had caused them to leave. Two lifeless bodies layed there, but only one had its brain turned to slop. It did no better with the floors being coated in layers of blood.

Izuu had no intention in removing the body and he knew that neither did F/n as they both just stared at it. He felt like vomiting, but pulled himself together when she grabbed her bag and marched out the doors. He followed after her with his own stuff in hand. From then, not one word was uttered, but the tension in the air was thick.

It was probably around noon and the burning sun had their forms uncontrollably sweating. Izuku had to take his jacket off and hold it in his hand as his shirt was getting damp. He wanted to remove his shirt to allow some air to meet his skin, but the last thing he wanted was to discomfort the girl next to him.

As for F/n she also removed her jacket and placed it in her bag. She used her sleeves to wipe away her sweat that mixed with the blood. She thought she had done a good job in cleaning the blood off, but every now as she would wipe she would see dark crimson on her sleeve. It was frustrating as she rubbed her skin harshly.

A large sign came into view. His eyes peered over to it as he halted his movement, "Now leaving Musutafu..."

She glanced at the sign, before continuing her walk. It was saddening to leave Musutafu, afterall she was born and raised there with the family she's loved, despite their harsh treatment.

A soft sigh was heard coming from Izuku. He rubbed his neck as sweat protruded from his hair. It was uncomfortable ignoring the atmosphere and if they were going to stick together then they needed to voice out some concern even if one of them disagreed, "I know...that what you did was to protect us and I'm not going to be mad at you for that.

"But, you have to understand that if we're going to continue to be together, you can't let your...emotions get in the way." He said, thinking back earlier as he had to force her to stop. It was terrifying to see just how badly she had killed him, but he wasn't terrified of her. No, he could never be, but what she did has him realizing that he can't just talk to anyone he's come across. Granted she was the first, but he only spoke to her because of the vulnerable position she was in.

"Do you get it?" He looked at her as they made their way to the next town, "This isn't a one team effort. I should've mentioned a few...rules if you want to call it that, but next time when we run in a dangerous situation we discuss things before moving forward.

"This one caught us by surprise so I really do understand." He said feeling discouraged when she wouldn't take a glance at him "We were in a life or death situation. I'm not scolding you, I'm just laying out a few things."

Silence washed over them and it had him feeling like this was the end for them, which upsetted him. Everyone was going through horrors and he figured that going through it with someone was much better than being alone.

His hope, however, wasn't lost when she heard a sigh coming from her. He looked at her again, finally feeling like he was being heard as she stared right back at him.

"You're right." She held on her bag straps, "I shouldn't have just assumed you were okay with it. We barely know each other and I probably just gave you nightmares and that's my fault. Also, I'm sorry 'bout your nose too."

"I think my nose will heal just fine. It doesn't hurt too much." A small smile crossed his lips, "But, I'm just glad we're on the same page now."

However, he wasn't going to put the fault on her or have her think she was guilty. He too was sorry at the fact he was slow in keeping each other safe. He let his guard down and if he had been quicker they wouldn't be in the mess. She wouldn't be a mess.

"Also, I'm sorry to." He started, "If I hadn't been caught off guard and put more confidence in myself we wouldn't have been in this mess."

"I get it. I'm sorry too." Was she really?

He smiled at that, forgetting the moment when he was being choked, his breath losing he thought of what would happen to her.

Just then, a view of houses were across from them. The houses were close next to each other, only leaving a small walkway to enter the backyard. Thankfully, the houses were two floors so they'd been at an advantage. They just wished that someone hadn't already claimed this street and had already been eyeing the youngsters.

"Do you think we should stay low here?" Izuku asked, cautiously looking through every window of every home. It would be nice to stay here as the homes looked nice. The streets were littered with cars, but if they moved them one by one and made a passage it would also look nice.

"We should go a little deeper." F/n suggested as she also looked around, "That way if we see people we don't want to be the ones they go to first."

"Smart thinking!" They both walked, making sure to note the street signs they came across. It did help that Izuku pulled his notebook and jotted them down. They stayed near vehicles in case someone spotted them. Luckily, only a rotter had spotted them, but they decided to leave it alone due to its slow limp walk.

Once they felt like they were in a safe distance, they glanced at the houses determining which one seemed safer to spend the night.

"How 'bout this one?" F/n pointed to her right. The homes that they first saw were nice as most of the homes around them had shattered windows. Other than that, the homes were pleasing to their eyes.

The house she pointed to had its window intact. The door didn't look like someone had trouble and the porch had quite a few potted plants. Vines had even begun to wrap around the porch's fence. It definitely caught his eyes, especially when a swing set also sat there, "The plants are dying, but we can bring them back."

He stepped on the porch and tried looking through the windows. He wiped the part where his breath fogged it up, "I don't see anything. The living room looks way too neat."

She followed behind him, "You think someone might be camping here?"

Shrugging, he turned the knob only for it to click. He then lifted his leg to kick it in, but F/n quickly stopped him, "What are you doing? If we're going to sleep here we don't want a broken door. Check if the windows are open."

"Oh, right." He sheepishly said. He glanced around before heading off the porch, leaving F/n.

The girl tried the living room window. It didn't budge so she moved to another window that displayed an office. Again it didn't budge and she let out a sigh, wiping sweat from her forehead. She then picked up every potted plant, thinking that maybe the wonders left a key lying around, but of course nothing was there.

She then realized that Izuku was nowhere to be seen. Curious, she stepped away from the porch and looked around, "Izuku?"

She looked down the streets feeling that he had finally run off as the realization of her murdering someone settled in. But hearing movements coming from the backyard she cautiously approached and quietly called out to the male, "Izuku...?"

Seeing the open gate that leads to the yard open, she entered and only took a couple steps before she felt a hand landing on her shoulder. She turned ready to strike until she seen Izuku,

"Dude. You can't just sneak up on me like that. Have you forgotten where we are?"

"Sorry, I called your name." He worryingly glanced at her.

She oh'd at that and awkwardly looked away. He smiled and then pointed behind her," I found us a way in and something else."

"What is it?" She asked and followed him, noting that they entered the backyard. They made their way to what appeared to be a set of trapdoor leading to a cellar that was placed behind the home. She suspiciously looked at him and half jokingly asked, "Is this the part where you kill me?"

He chuckled before shaking his head, "No, I promise. Take a look."

She, though still cautious, entered. The first thing she saw was an antique lantern lighting the place as it hung from a small chair to the left wall. Then, when she saw the rest of the room her eyes widened as Izuku's voice could be heard, "We don't need to scavenge. For a while at least."

Racks were placed on each side of the wall. It held loads of canned food and supplies that one would need in an apocalypse. She walked towards one and grabbed a can, looking at the expiration date. Again did memories of her family, but mostly her father, resurfaced and hit her like a brick.

"Someone must've been one of those..." Izuku thought of a word, "prepper. Is that what they're called?"

"Yeah." She said, then looking around as she realized if someone had prepared all this then they must be around. People like her father also have traps set in store to keep someone from getting to what's theirs, "Is there a note?"

"Yeah, but it wasn't much." He handed her a small piece of paper, a corner of it had a spot of blood.

"Good luck." She mumbled out and flipped the paper, not liking the sound of that, "We should leave. Someone like that outta come back."

"Actually..." Izuku hesitated, looking back to the trapdoors with a sorrowful look, "I don't think he made it. I managed to take a peek at the shed that's outside and...well, y'know."

"Well that solves our problem." She casually said, ignoring the look he gave her, "We should at least lock this place."

At that he chirped, "I figured we could stay here, just until we figure out our next stop. We can't exactly walk to no destination. Also! The backyard gate has a lock so it's safe and we can store our stuff we scavenged. The only problem, however, would be looking for ammo and weapons. It's pretty scarce these days and..."

She let him mumble off, instead looking back at the can food on the racks. It wasn't her farm and it wasn't her cellar, but it'll have to do. Her lips quivered as she thought back to her past, "Yeah, this place will do."