#I got hit with sudden Kacchan feels the last days

[alena-draws]

Kacchan waiting for the bus (not in the rain)

[lempeeartz]

Tell me - BKDK oneshot

(spoilers for recent manga stuff btw)

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Izuku let out a weary sigh as the last of his students left the classroom, leaving him alone with his thoughts. It was finally the end of the day.

He stood behind the lectern, head now in his hands as he recalled a conversation from three days before.

—

“It hurts to stay and I'm sorry I couldn't be the one you wanted.”

“I'm really sorry—“

“Bye, Izuku.”

—

Izuku still felt so terrible for what happened. It was such a messy situation, and he felt so guilty. His partner had broken up with him and he hadn't been able to not think about it.

He hadn't really been sleeping either, and being a teacher now on top of everything was so stressful. He was always busy. Being tired wasn't an option, but he didn't have much of a choice.

Izuku was a horrible person.

What kind of guy gets into a relationship when he has feelings for someone else?

He's so stupid. Of course things would've ended up this way. And the thing keeping him up at night wasn't even the breakup. He didn't really care that his partner was gone. He just felt bad for being a dick, but he didn't miss them. Not really anyway.

Izuku stared around the empty classroom.

Ugh, he needed to focus on other things. He should probably be on his way home.

“You okay, nerd?”

“Kacchan!”

The sudden voice made Izuku jump out of his skin. He caught some papers that almost hit the floor and gently placed them back on the lectern. “I hadn't, um, expected you!”

Katsuki raised his eyebrow, clearly now suspecting something. “I was in the neighborhood, figured I'd stop by.”

“Of course! Right..” Izuku watched the other in the doorway. Katsuki was in his hero costume, presumably because his shift was soon. Why was he here again??

Katsuki strolled into the room “What's got your panties in a twist? You're so skittish and weird. Or, you know what, that definitely sounds normal, nevermind.”

“Yes, how original, Kacchan.” Izuku deadpanned.

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki leaned against the lectern. “Spit it out. Something is obviously up with you.”

Katsuki waited for a few moments before Izuku reluctantly sighed.

“I kind of got.. broken up with.”

The blonde’s expression faded into a softer concern. “Oh.. Damn. Sorry to hear that.”

Izuku waved his hands around, “No, no, I'm fine. Really! Don't get all sappy on me, haha.”

“I ain't being sappy, I'm just saying that sucks. Being dumped and all. Been there.”

Katsuki had said it so nonchalantly but Izuku’s ears perked up instantly.

“Wait what?? YOU were dumped???”

“Shit, wait–”

“I didn't know you were dumped! How did it happen? When did it happen? Why didn't you tell me? Kacchan–”

“If you shut your trap, maybe I'll tell you.”

Izuku's voice immediately cut off as his eyes widened in suspense.

Sighing heavily, Katsuki gruffly said, “I had a small thing in our last year of UA. It was brief. That's why you didn't know about it. It was really nothing.” He crossed his arms, not really making eye contact.

“But it sounds like you got broken up with– did it hurt?”

“Nah, it wasn't really serious. I'm fine, though. It's been a while.”

Izuku didn't want to pry more, because it felt so insensitive but.. it was a while ago. “Um, who was it?”

“Nosy little fuck, aren't you?”

“It's been a few years! I figured it was fine to ask!”

Katsuki smiled amusingly, “Fine. It was mind freak.”

“SHINSO???”

“JESUS– WHY DON'T YOU SCREAM IT LOUDER?”

Izuku clasped a hand over his mouth, muffling his apology before whispering, “Shinso?? That's random, isn't it?”

“Eh,” Shrugging his shoulders, Katsuki added, “I kinda just wanted to see what it was like dating a guy. I guess I kinda used him. Not for anything physical, though, I ain't a fucking asshole.”

“I see..”

Izuku was surprised by who Katsuki picked. Shinso’s, like, the furthest thing from who he could've imagined. Maybe it kind of makes sense though.. huh. Wait–

“You're into guys?”

Tilting his head towards Izuku, Katsuki observed him carefully before responding. “Yeah. I am.”

Izuku looked away from Katsuki’s intense gaze, “Oh. Um, same.”

There were a few quiet moments before Katsuki broke the silence.

“Yeah, you look gay.”

“Alright, that's enough of that.” Izuku rolled his eyes and got his belongings together. “Shouldn't you be going on your shift now?”

“I have some time left.”

Izuku glanced up at Katsuki’s teasing smirk and felt his heart speed up. He quickly averted his gaze. “Uh, I should probably be on my way, though. Gotta catch the train, right?”

Making his way around Katsuki, Izuku began to walk towards the doorway, turning slightly to wave goodbye at him.

Before he could make it down the corridor, though, Izuku heard Katsuki call him from a few ways behind.

“Hold up!”

Pausing, Izuku turned, “Hm? Kacchan, what's up?”

Coming to a stop, Katsuki scratched the back of his neck, “I just wanted to ask if you've been eating. You know, since the break up and all that.”

“Oh! Uh, occasionally? I've been a bit too busy to really cook or anything..”

“Geez, why do you suck at even taking care of yourself? You're a mess.”

“Wow, thanks? Sorry we're not all perfect like you, Kacchan.”

“Seriously, don't skip meals. I get that you're ‘fine’ but that's insane.”

“Did you just come down here to lecture me? Honestly, when you act like this it makes me wonder why I even like–” Izuku stumbled over his words when he realized what he was about to say, “Um like, you know?”

Wow, nice save.

“Like what?”

Izuku could feel his face reddening with every second that passed. “Like? I didn't say like, I said… Mike.”

Narrowing his eyes, Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Mike. Really?”

Izuku scoffed, “Yes, really.”

Katsuki moved closer, closing the gap between them. “Bullshit. You're a terrible liar, Izuku.”

“K-Kacchan..” He gulped lamely, “You're a bit close.” Izuku could feel Katsuki’s breath against his face, he was way too close..

“Am I? Guess you'll have to tell me what you were really gonna say to get me to back off.”

Izuku’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates at this point. Holy shit was this really happening??

“I… might've said that I can't believe I like.. you. Like, like you. Like, I really, really like you. Like, I like like you. I should probably stop saying like now–”

Before Izuku knew it, he felt Katsuki’s lips pressed against his own, soft but firm. But just as quick as it happened, it was over.

“That was sort of to shut you up, not gonna lie.”

Izuku snorted, “Yeah I probably needed that..”

Katsuki smiled genuinely as he put his hand on Izuku’s face, feeling the flustered warmth, and then wiping at Izuku’s watery eyes, “Christ, I think I almost killed you.”

The two chuckled as Izuku sniffled, tears now streaming down his face. He'd been going through so many emotions recently that now it was just pouring out of him. His heart throbbed in guilt.

“I just feel so regretful that I didn't tell you sooner. If I had, I wouldn’t have gotten with my partner— ex— in the first place! Maybe I wouldn’t have hurt their feelings.” Izuku hiccuped tearfully.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay.” Katsuki kissed Izuku’s freckled nose. “It would’ve been worse if they stayed with you. They saved their own ass from even more pain. And yeah, you were kinda stupid. But you told me your feelings now, and that's really all that matters, right?.. Then again, I probably should've said something too. Maybe we're both stupid.”

Hugging Katsuki tightly, Izuku let out a watery laugh. He began to feel like maybe things would finally be okay now.

(Little did Izuku know, the next day Katsuki surprised him with his new hero suit and Izuku sobbed up an entire ocean once again)

[polonium-snap]

Bkdk plot bunnies pt 5

- Bkdk are already together and in 3rd year

- Todoroki, Deku, Bakugou, and Endeavor are chasing some villain and they split up (todoroki and Deku, Endeavor and Bakugou.

- Todoroki and Deku catch the villain and tell Endeavor

- “Bakugou has been hit by a civilians quirk by mistake.”

- “What?! Is Kacchan ok?!” Deku asked worriedly as Todoroki and him handed over the villain to the police

- “He’s fine, the quirk is not lethal but he’ll be…different for while” Endeavor explained “we’ll discuss this properly at my office”

- Deku, and Todoroki waited in Endeavor’s office, the former freaking out

- “What if it’s permanent? Endeavor said it was not lethal, but that doesn’t mean that I w-“

- Endeavor arrived to the office

- Behind Endeavor was Katsuki looking at them timidly “I-I’m sorry for worrying you I-Izuku…”

- That shocked Deku into silence and he looked at Endeavor with bafflement and waiting for an explanation.

- Endeavor sighed “The quirk is called ‘vulnerability break’ it makes the person emotionally vulnerable by being timid and unable to control their emotions, it won’t last more than a few days.”

- “Bakugou won’t like this once he’s back to normal” Todoroki said

- Unexpectedly Katsuki’s eyes filled with tears.

- “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Todoroki said concerned.

- “Kacchan…” Deku approached Katsuki to calm him down.

- Endeavor sighed. “Take him back to the dorms and keep me updated on his condition”

- The group of three made their way to the dorms stopping at the door

- “Todoroki-kun, could you go in first and explain the situation?”

- Todoroki nodded and entered

- “I’m s-s-sorry for being a-an inconvenience….” Katsuki said shyly and a bit upset

- Izuku smiled encouragingly “Not at all Kacchan! I don’t mind, and I’m sure todoroki doesn’t either.” He said . “I’m sure you’d take care of me if I was in your shoes.”

- Katsuki looked away an blushed violently “I-I-I w-would…”

- Izuku almost died because of the cuteness of his boyfriend

- They entered the common room and were met by their classmates in the common room

- “Oi, Blasty! Is it true you got hit by a quirk?” Denki asked as the bakusquad sorrounded the now shy boy.

- “I d-did.” Katsuki stuttered, flabbergasted by the sudden attention

- “Oh my god, aren’t you the cutest?” Mina shrieked

- They continued their usual teasing, but Katsuki unlike usual was not telling them to shut up and looked uncomfortable

- Izuku got lowkey mad at Bakugou’s friends because they were teasing his boyfriend too much “Ok guys that’s enough.” He said unusually firm

- He took Bakugou to his room where they talked and Katsuki calmed down a little

- “I can go if you want, I imagine you want to be alone right now.” Izuku said

- “No!” Katsuki said loudly before blushing violently at his outburst “When I’m with you I feel more like myself.” This time he didn’t stutter but was still red

- Izuku literally almost had a heart attack because Katsuki usually was not as direct with his feelings “I-okay, I’ll stay then.”

- They slept in the bed together and shared a few kisses

- The next day they were in some joint exercise with help of the business course and Katsuki was paired up with some Piece Of Shit asshole

- “I can’t believe I’m seeing the great explosion murder or whatever being shy!” The man laughed and Katsuki blushed in embarrassment

- “Sh-sh-shut up…” was the meek response Katsuki was able to muster

- “….You know, you’re quite cute like this, why don’t we go out before you turn back into a ticking bomb.” The boy slid his hand off the wall and rested it on Katsuki’s waist who jumped and froze

- “I do- I don’t t-think that would b-be a good idea…” Bakugou said

- The asshole hasdthe gall to slide his hand lower, almost groping Katsuki’s ass

- The blonde squeaked, finally attracting the attention of Kirishima

- “Hey, dude stop!” The redhead said frowning and starting to make his way to Katsuki

- Before he could reach the blonde the offending student was slammed on the wall by green electric flashes

- “What exactly do you think you’re doing?!” Deku asked, his eyes bright green in rage

- “H-he wasn’t saying no!” The asshole struggled against Izuku’s iron grip

- Izuku looked about ready to start a fight “He was clearly uncomfortable you piece of sh-“

- “Come on, bro he looks like he understands, let’s not break out on a fight” Kirishima tried to defuse his classmates anger “he’s going to leave Bakugou alone, right?” The business course student raised his hands as if giving up

- Izuku turned around to check on his boyfriend who was shaking. Just as they started walking away

- “Slut wanted it anyway.” Said POS student

- This time there was no one to stop Izuku from throwing a punch yelling at the top of his lungs

- The next day Bakugou wakes up embarrassed but kind of turned on by Izuku’s protectiveness while Katsuki was affected by the quirk

- Izuku had a very nice weekend as his boyfriend who hated ‘owing people shit’ gave him a nice reward

Pt 1| pt 2| pt 2.5| pt 3| pt 4 | pt 6| pt 7

[todoshotoroki]

𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩

Warnings: smut, lust quirk/sex pollen, cum eating, male masturbation, brief hallucinations, f reader x lustful Bakugou.〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 3.2k

   It was already getting late when the small ding announced the arrival of class 1-A’s top three students. The common room was filled with the intoxicating, inviting scent of food. Izuku was the first one to bask in the warmth of the large room that was filled with his friends, who had already completed their work studies for the day.  “So sorry we’re late everybody!” He apologized for the group of them, taking off his striped scarf in the process. 

   Shoto Todoroki was quick to follow him out of the elevator, reaching his hand up in a polite wave. “I'll be back” He dismissed himself, pulling his backpack off his shoulders as he began to walk to his dorm. Probably to put his things away. 

   For once in his life, Bakugou was the last one out, and the quietest. His eyes were half lidded as he stepped into the common room, glancing around and scanning each face that stared at him curiously as the elevator doors closed behind him. “Tch, what are you all looking at?” He growled defensively, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

   “You good man? You don't look so hot right now” Kirishima unsurprisingly approached first, setting his hand on his friend's shoulder, which was instantly shrugged off with a disheveled grunt. “Woah man! You're like, 120 degrees!” The redhead pulled his hand away to look at it in surprise, glancing back up at the hot-headed blonde in front of him. 

   ��Knock it off! I'm fine, alright? You don't have to touc- ehh?” 

   Katsuki instantly went radio silent when he felt another, way more gentler, hand lightly resting on top of his forehead. He looked down, following the outstretched arm in front of him to see your concerned expression. Shit. When did you get here? Let alone so close.. It felt like your hand had wiped his mind blank of any other thoughts but you, the second it came into contact with his skin. He couldn't help letting his eyes flutter close to the wonderful feeling. So soft.

   “Your burning up, Katsuki” He blinked his eyes open at your voice, and got a sudden peak at everybody staring at him. Almost instantaneously he was brought back to reality, and pulled himself away from your hand. Damnit. Did everybody see that?

   “It's just my quirk, I told you all I’m fine-”

   “But what about that quirk you got hit with today, Kacchan-?”

   “Shut your mouth dumbass Deku! Ain't no damn quirk gonna get to me like that'' He defended himself strongly. Except, Deku had a point. There was this ache deep in his stomach, and he could feel his throat running dry. Truth was, he was not okay, but right now, he felt weaker then usual. Like hell he’d show anyone that. The only reason fucking Deku even knew about him getting hit, was because he was there as it happened.

   As the class grew more and more concerned for their classmate, a short mumbling began to sound throughout the room. 

                                                                              Hit with a quirk?

                          What quirk did he get hit with?

                                                           Is he going to be okay?

            Did the teachers say anything?

   It was all getting too much, Katsuki already felt like his ears were clogged and his mind was fuzzy, he didn't need all of his senses failing him. But somehow, you didn't bother him at all. Infact, he was finding it hard to pull his gaze from yours.

   “Everyone give Bakugou some much needed space! I'm positive that crowding around him is no help!” Iida’s hands waved around, frantically trying to back away the large group of people. Bakugou of course would never voice his appreciation, but now he had enough space to at least breathe. 

   Then why the fuck did it feel like his lungs were on fire the further you backed away?

   He found himself taking a singular step forward after you, but he was just barely able to hold himself back from gripping your hand and pulling you back into his chest. No, you’d probably be freaked out and be uncomfortable if he suddenly started showing you so much affection, especially in public. “Hey look how quiet he is!  Did he get hit with a silencing quirk, Midoryia?” Denki’s cheerful voice rang in his ear

   Everyone’s voices sounded like they were underwater.. What the fuck kind of quirk was this?

   “Hey, Katsuki” 

   Shit, Everyone's voice but yours. Yeah, it wasn't hard to figure out what type of quirk he was hit with now. He assumed it wouldn't take anybody else long to guess either.

While Bakugou would never outright admit to anybody, even himself, that he needed help, or was even remotely scared of what was to come. He had to admit, with how fuzzy everything else was around him, he felt so safe standing infront of you, because you didn’t make him nauseous, your voice was loud and clear too. Safe.

You were safety.

   “Do you want me to walk with you to Recovery Girl?” Your words were clear as day, as everyone else’s voice continued to fade into the background as they pondered over his condition. He could listen to you forever like this if you’d let him. “N-no” He cleared his throat, straightening his stance. “No, Its just a stupid ass headache quirk” He lied through his teeth.

   You stepped closer, and suddenly your scent filled his nostrils and overtook any other smell in the room. He felt like he was only getting more drunk off your spell, and suddenly he wasn't sure if you were a cure to his situation, or only making it into a curse. “I get migraines a lot, so I'm sorry to hear that” You provided him with a warm smile, and he found himself dizzy once again.

   “Yeah..” He wasn't usually so quiet, but he’d rather keep his mouth shut then suddenly pour out a confession to how you were just so attractive to him. He literally wanted to eat you. 

   His eyes widened at the realization of how the longer you stood before him, the more difficult it became to hide his quickly growing erection.

   “I need to get out of here” He admitted quietly, staring down at the floor and creasing his eyebrows. “The lights, the sounds. It’s too much.” Luckily everyone else had their attention turned elsewhere for the time being, and something about talking to just you was so comforting right now. Because while Katsuki had been hiding the true reason he was currently out of it, he really was feeling overwhelmed with his surroundings.

   “I understand, I won't let anyone bother you, now go rest” You gently put your hand on his chest to nudge him in the direction of the boy’s dorm hallway. Bad mistake.

   Katsuki let out a quiet, strangled moan the second he felt your small fingers on his abs through the thin material of his t-shirt. His face flushed even more red, and his piercing gaze slowly widened as you looked up at him with a tiny, embarrassed blush adorning your cheeks. “S-sorry” You stuttered, quickly pulling your hand away. 

    Bakugou couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed, especially with how cute you looked while blushing. Did he do that?  Without knowing it, you had unintentionally lit a fire inside of him and it was quickly engulfing his whole body. His breathing was growing heavier. He leaned forward without thinking, and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, until his lips grazed the top of your ear. You were completely and utterly frozen on the spot.

   “You'll take care of me, won't you?” He whispered, swallowing thickly.

  “W-what?” You uttered back in a shy, quiet voice.

   “Just.. check on me later” He wasn't sure of many things, but he did make sure you were the only one listening to him. He had to. He only trusted you right now.

   You blinked in confusion, but responded with only a flustered nod in response. “O-of course” You agreed, causing Katsuki to pull back from you. He stared at the ground, his sweaty palms balling into fists at his sides. You couldn't see his facial expression as he turned around and left down the large hallway, but you could tell his stance was stiff, and rigid. 

   “Y/n! Where’s Kacchan going?”

   You turned around to look at Deku, and shook your head to clear yourself from your blushing state. “He, um, has a headache. He said he wants to be alone” You informed the freckled boy quietly, still confused about what the hell had just happened. 

   With one last glance at Katsuki’s retreating form, you joined your friends for dinner.

Down the hall:

   Bakugou slammed his dorm door shut behind him, keeping the light flicked off as the back of his head slumped against the door. His breathing was labored, turning into quick pants as his fingers gripped tightly at his shirt. Hot. Hot. Hot.

   He needed his clothes off. 

   The smell of burning fabric filled the room, little explosions ripped from the palm of his hands as he tore his shirt from his body. “Fuck, Y/n.. She.. You- fuck” He could feel the sweat pouring down his body as he shoved his sweatpants and boxers down just past his hips. He couldn't imagine how he had the willpower to not end up kissing you last minute, instead aiming to whisper in your ear. Thank god too. If his lips had landed on yours at that moment, everybody would have seen him dragging you back to his dorm, which wouldn't have been good for either of you.

   He’d be damned if anybody caught him in such a weak moment. Anybody but you. Fuck, he wanted you here with him so bad. You’d make such pretty noises for him. He knew it. He knew that the only thing that could soothe the fire in his loins was you, and he wanted so badly to just indulge himself. But he could barely crawl over to his bed, just able to pull himself on top of the covers, but not under them. His body was overheating anyway, Infact, he didn't even realize when he took his sweatpants off, all he knew was they came off along the way to his bed.

   “God- I need Y/n.. I need you” He felt pathetic, begging to you even though you weren't even fucking here. His hand slipped into his black boxer briefs, gripping tightly onto his cock. His eyes closed, and he hissed as his hand came into contact with his sensitive cock. It burned, and his instincts told him you were the only medicine. 

   He was a bit scared, because not only had he decided against telling his mentors about being hit with some random quirk, but he couldn't help feeling like he was dying without you. His fingers gripped tightly at his cock, and he roughly began to tug at himself. His panting was so quick, he couldn't actually tell if the air was reaching his lungs. It must have been, because somehow he was still able to speak, even if it was in breathy, long drawn out moans.

   He tried his best to imagine it was you that wrapped your fingers around his cock. But they weren't, his hands were rough, and calloused, not small and soft like yours would have been. “God, betcha could barely fit your hand around my cock” He chuckled evilly to himself and the empty room around him, his laugh only ending in a loud moan as he felt his body tense up. 

   He didn't even know it was coming, he couldn't tell that his orgasm had wrecked through his body until his hot, creamy cum had sprayed all over his tightening stomach muscles. The only noise that he managed to squeak out was your name. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.. Y/n” 

   “So pretty, so beautiful, hah- ‘specially, especially on my- my cock, fuck”

   He stared at the cum across his rising and falling chest, Katsuki’s hand trailed up his stomach, wetting the tip of his index finger in his own cum. If you were here, he'd shove his cum-covered fingers down your throat, then make you lick up every last drop across his toned chest.

   How fucking disgusting.

   Bakugou brought his finger up to his mouth, his face creasing at the salty taste of his own cum on his tongue. Yeah. He thought. You would fucking adore his cum. He’d make you worship it.

   It would be so easy to lean over and grab his phone. Your contact was always the first one to pop up, mainly because you were the only one he didn't mind texting. It would be so easy to call you, tell you how much he needed to have your body underneath him. He could dominate you so easily, make you remember nothing but his name and how it felt to have his cock slammed repeatedly inside of you. 

“Ahh- ah- shit-!”

   He came again. He hadn't even touched himself since his last orgasm.

   Unfortunately, Katsuki wasn't sure how long he had spent getting off to just the idea of your presence, even going as far as to hallucinate your whispered moans in his ear, but the moon and stars were now fully out, and currently the only light source in his room. Damn. He thought. He knew better then to let some dumb quirk from some random ass, back alley, wanna-be villain get the best of him. But this quirk graced him with your moans, for him. 

   They were not real though.

   “Katsuki, Katsuki- Please, you make me feel so good”

   Fuck it. They were real enough.

   “Fuck! You sound so pretty baby, so good for me” He responded to an empty room. He knew deep down it wasn't real, but it was the closest he could get for the time being. Plus, if the hallucinations sounded this real, he was more than happy to indulge in them, especially if they provided more than enough masturbation material for his painfully hard erection. 

   “-Suki, Suki- Please-” You sounded so good. 

   One day. He’d make you moan for him like this one day.

   Then, his whole body broke into a cold sweat in absolute shock.

       “Katsuki- Are you awake?” There it was, three quiet, shy knocks at his door.

   His swollen cock pulsated in his tightening grip, throwing him into his fourth, or sixth orgasm as you, the real you, called to him on the other side of his door. Fuck- fuck- fuck-

   “Fuck” His teeth chomped down onto his tongue in a panic to conceal your name slipping past his lips, hard enough to cue the irony taste of blood in his mouth. Even if it wasn't technically a moan, just your real voice saying his name was like a flood stream of euphoria straight to his groin.

   “Everybody’s in their dorm’s for the night, but I didn't see you come out for dinner..” Your voice was so alluring, he needed to have more.

   So, with what little decency and self respect he had left, he wrapped his sheets around his naked waist and rolled off the bed. His legs didn't feel weak, but he did feel too dizzy to stand up. Slowly, he crawled on all fours towards the large door to his room.

   “Are you okay? Bakugou? You told me to check on you and- I'm sorta getting worried-”

   “Y/n” He cut you off. “Open the door, come to me”

   Even through the door, you could tell his demand was urgent, quickly, your hand wrapped around the knob and turned it open. He had been acting so insanely different after he returned, and you were just so worried for him. The room was dark when you entered, at first, you couldn't tell where Katsuki even was, until you felt it, causing you to look down.

   Bakugou Katsuki was on his knees in front of you, his lower half just barely covered by white see-through sheets tousled around his waist, and his pleading red gaze looking up at you.

   He wanted to hold back, he didn't want to scare you away by throwing himself onto you, but his body had a mind of its own as his hand reached up and gripped your thigh, he leaned forward to press his cheek into your thigh, looking up at you with flushed red cheeks. You were actually here. His hands were on your skin. He wasn't hallucinating anymore, the voices long forgotten in his head.

   “Fuck, I can breathe again” His nose nuzzled deeper between your thighs, his hot breath panting between your legs.

   You couldn't believe the sight infront of you, and while your mouth opened to ask your friend what the fuck was going on with him, the only sound that came out of your mouth was a small gasp, as you felt Bakugou’s hot tongue drag all the way up the inner part of your thigh. “Ka-Kacchan-”

   The man beneath you shook at the sound of his childhood nickname, his nails digging desperately into the meaty part of your thighs. Though his movements halted, his labored, heavy breathing increased. “You just want me to fuck you, dont’cha, callin’ me that” You could feel his mouth turn into a smirk against your thigh, which was quickly hidden by him pressing long kisses into your skin. Your eyes widened in surprise. “What are you doing Katsuki-”

   Your fingers reached down to grip onto the locks of his spiky blonde hair, gently tugging it backwards to get him to face you. Apparently, you only made it worse, because your movements were met with a long moan, and Katsuki’s hand travelling further up your skirt. “Fuck- yes, do it again” He responded, his free hand snaking around your legs to pull your body closer to his. 

   His mouth was so damn close. 

   “W-what again?” Deciding to feign innocence until you could at least get an idea of how to react to such a situation, you tried to buy yourself some time. Though, Katsuki was quick to yank you back to reality with him, to him.

   “Pull my hair, common, do it, pull it hard” He grunted, his hand which was itching to ride up your skirt suddenly changed course, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his head to intertwine your fingers in his hair. When your fingers gently laced into his blonde locks, he groaned into the skin between your thighs.

   “Harder, common, c'mon Y/n, you said you were gonna take care of me” He quoted your promise from earlier, his voice ending in a whine. His grip on your thigh tightened as he pulled you down onto his lap. Now with both of you on the floor, your knees resting on the strained sheets between you, the only thing separating you from Bakugou’s hard, throbbing cock. Not to mention, the overwhelming sticky scent of cum all over him. 

   Katsuki didn't beg for anybody. Not even you. He wasn't exactly asking for your permission.

   “I'll stop” He panted, pressing his forehead against yours. His lips were so close to yours, and he had to close his eyes to resist the meaningful temptation. “J-just slap me across the face or something and leave. I'll lock myself away forever” His nose nuzzled yours in a silent promise, his mouth falling open to taste your hot breath in his mouth. The hand he was using to prop you up in his lap gripped tighter around your waist, pulling you flush against him and onto his hard cock through the sheets.

   “Slap you? B-but wouldn’t you like that right now?” Your voice responded with a quiet shutter. By now, you had figured out Bakugou wasn't under the effects of some migraine quirk like he had told you. From what you could piece together, your friend truly was in pain without you. 

   “F-fuck, don't tease me right now, ill cum all over you” Katsuki admitted sheepishly, grinding his hips into yours harshly. His eyes bored straight into yours, and in the heat of the moment, neither of you could think of the effect this would have on your friendship.

   All Bakugou knew was the only person he wanted to help him with this was you.

   And now, he had you perched all pretty-like in his lap, right on top of his throbbing hard cock. When Bakugou Katsuki saw an opportunity, he always took it. “Kiss me, right fucking now”

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜 "𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙬𝙤”

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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[makeste]

I like Bakuguo but his attitude is starting to really piss me off. He's talking about Daku as if he's just ~crazy~ and as if he isn't partly to blame for Deku's toxic self-worth issues. It's infuriating to watch. If Bakuguo doesn’t admit out loud and in front of his friends that his bullying of Deku played a part in Deku's current destructive state and if he doesn’t verbally apologize and reaffirm Deku's worth then I can no longer like Bakuguo's character or Hori's writing.

tbh I don't really know why this is the discourse of choice for people all of a sudden, but this is already the second ask I've gotten about it, so I might as well address it lol.

I think fandom is conflating fanon!Deku and canon!Deku here again. fanon Deku is of course much more sensitive and woobified and has much shakier self-esteem. fanon Deku is the one that turns evil in so many AUs because of Kacchan's bullying. fanon Deku is the one that actually jumps off the roof in so many fics, as opposed to fishing his notebook back out of the pond a few minutes later grumbling about how Kacchan needs to think before he speaks or else he could land himself in serious shit one day if god forbid anyone actually does take his cruel words to heart.

and just to clarify before I get any further, I am not saying this to excuse Kacchan's actions in any way, because what he did was still completely terrible and unacceptable and WAY over the line, and what's more he knew it, too. the bullying was still shitty and horrible and awful, and definitely impacted Deku and made him miserable. I fully acknowledge that, and that Kacchan has a lot of atoning to do for it. this is not a "Kacchan did nothing wrong" post.

but that being said, I don't think canon Deku's reckless self-sacrificing nature actually has anything to do with the bullying. I think they're two completely separate things. canon Deku actually has pretty decent self-esteem in spite of everything Kacchan did to him. canon Deku doesn't think he is useless. canon Deku had a wholeass fight with Kacchan less than 10 chapters into the series in which he explicitly spelled it out for Kacchan that he had a lot of worth, and was going to prove it to him. canon Deku was persistent in wanting to become a hero and hoping and believing that he could find some way in spite of being quirkless. canon Deku never let go of that dream even when no one else supported it. I don't think he would have even given up on it after being told no by All Might, tbh -- we just never got to see how it would have played out because of everything that happened with the sludge monster shortly afterward. but he's not the type to ever give up on something that easily, and we've seen that. canon Deku never thought he was useless, but rather wanted to prove to everyone else that he wasn't.

the drive that Deku has to save and protect others even at the expense of his own safety is something entirely separate from that. he doesn't break his body for others simply because he has no self-esteem and thinks that his own life isn't important. he does it because he can't stand the thought of someone else getting hurt, and knowing that he could have done something to prevent it. it's as simple as that. like, Spider-Man has the whole "with great power comes great responsibility" thing, right? and he doesn't have low self-esteem; he simply believes that if he has the ability to help someone else, then he has a responsibility to help them. it's a personal creed. and Deku is based on Spider-Man. his philosophy is based on that philosophy, which was one of Horikoshi's core influences and is one of the core creeds in superhero fiction.

Deku is self-destructive not because he doesn't value himself, but because he is literally physically incapable of standing back and doing nothing if he knows that he can do something. he's the type of person who sees a car speeding towards someone and leaps in to push them out of the way. NOT because he wants to get himself fucking pancaked by a speeding car, but simply because he can't sit back and watch the other person get hurt without taking action. his body moves before he can think. and that's where the whole "doesn't take himself into account" thing comes in -- the fact that his thought process simply stops at "get them out of the way of the car", and never extends beyond that to "hey, and maybe I should try to find a way to do this that doesn't involve me getting hit in their place." to him, that's simply less important than the first priority, which is getting the other person out of the way.

and regarding that last part, while that may seem like a self-worth issue if he's prioritizing everyone else above himself, I think what it actually is just selflessness taken to extremes. like for instance, when a parent sacrifices themselves to save their child, them placing the child's life above their own isn't necessarily because they don't see themselves as having value. rather, it's that they love the child so much that they place their well-being even above their own. and that's what Deku is like as well. except that in his case he cares about EVERYONE, and so is willing to sacrifice himself for anyone. and that selflessness is his defining character trait, and simultaneously the most admirable and the most terrifying thing about him. it's both his greatest strength and his greatest weakness, which I think is fascinating to explore.

but anyway, so that's also why we never really see anyone thoroughly chewing him out for this behavior either. because the thing is, it is admirable how selfless he is. it's just that there's also a reason why most people are at least a little bit selfish. and that's because too much selflessness will ultimately and inevitably wind up getting you killed. at some point you either have to learn when to put the oxygen mask on yourself first, or else find yourself a loyal group of friends (or classmates) to watch your back, and make sure that mask gets on you when you need it. and maybe help you land the plane too while they're at it.

anyway so that was a lot of rambling, but basically it all boils down to three things:

when Deku berates himself for being useless (for instance at the end of the War arc), he's doing it out of frustration for not being able to push the others out of the way of the metaphorical car. that's the kind of uselessness he can't stand. the sitting-back-and-doing-nothing uselessness.

Kacchan's bullying was terrible, and it might have indeed played a part in Deku's choice of the word "useless" as a way of berating himself in these instances, but he is not the one who gave Deku this mindset of taking himself out of the equation. that's something that was already inherent to Deku from day one. (but that said, Kacchan has a lot of things to apologize to Deku for anyway, so if he wants to add this to the list I certainly won't stop him. he gets mad about Deku's suicidal attitude because it worries him, but that doesn't necessarily mean that he doesn't feel responsible for it. people underestimated his feelings of atonement before 284/285, and I think they're still underestimating him now.)

and lastly, one last important note, which is that Deku's current "saving" mindset isn't wrong, just as Kacchan's "winning" mindset was not wrong either. the lesson to be learned here is NOT that being selfless and wanting to save other people is bad. rather, it's the fact that he's trying to do it alone that's got him all fucked up right now. basically when you think about it, selflessness is really just selfishness on someone else's behalf. which means that in order for Deku to be saved, it isn't necessary for him to change his outlook or his selfless attitude, even if it is pretty crazy lol. rather, all he really needs is a good group of friends who are willing to act selfishly on his behalf in return. protecting each other through mutual selflessness lol. teamwork as self-preservation. hence why the U.A. kids are here now.

anyway so yeah, I think that's everything. sorry this got so long and out of control lol. this is just a very specific nuanced thing that's hard for me to express, but which I feel is very important when it comes to Deku's character. Kacchan didn't unleash Depressed Nomad Deku on the world (or at least not in this respect). but that being said, he and the others will hopefully be the ones to nudge him back on the right course again.

[dekuskacchan]

i will follow you into the dark

Rating: T

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Fluff

Summary: Izuku has finally returned to UA, and Katsuki will never let him go again.

Or: Izuku and Katsuki finally discuss their feelings.

A/N: Hi again, friends! Since chapter 322 is out now and dominating all of our lives, I felt inspired to write. This is intended to be a sequel to my fic "Tell Me I'm Dreaming," and takes place immediately after the events of chapter 322. So, spoilers are ahead for that chapter! I hope you like it <3

I'd also like to note: Izuku ate and took a bath when he got back, I just couldn't figure out how to work that in. Fear not, he is a clean and fed boy :')

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33153718

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Katsuki watches the gentle rise and fall of Izuku’s chest as he sleeps, undoubtedly for the first time in days. He’d fallen asleep the second his head hit the pillow on the small bed in Recovery Girl’s office, and hasn’t budged since.

In the 12 hours Izuku has been back at UA, Katsuki has left his side once, only with substantial convincing from Glasses and Shitty Hair.

“Dude, he’ll probably be out cold for a few more hours. At least go scarf down some food and take a nap,” Shitty Hair said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki retorted, “I ate this morning. And I have slept.”

Kirishima let out an exasperated sigh that irritated Katsuki to no end.

“Did you come here just to piss me off?” he snapped.

“We are concerned for your well being, just as we are Midoriya’s,” Iida said, “you haven’t fully recovered from your own injuries yet. You need to rest.”

“I said I was fucking fine.”

Iida looked at him with knowing eyes and a gentle smile. It annoyed Katsuki even more.

“He won’t disappear if you stop watching him, Bakugou."

“Yeah. We’ll stay with him,” Kirishima added with a thumbs up.

Katsuki gritted his teeth. As much as he hated to admit it, they were right. His empty stomach only served to fuel his anger more.

“I hear they’re serving spicy curry for lunch in the cafeteria,” Iida coaxed.

Katsuki had relented at that point, not because it was his favorite, of course, the growling in his stomach was just giving him away.

Katsuki returned less than an hour later. Kirishima and Iida admittedly had reassured him, to some degree, but it wasn’t enough to quell his anxiety. Iida scolded him for refusing to rest, but did nothing to stop him, as if he knew his efforts were futile. The pair stayed with Katsuki at Izuku’s bedside a while longer, but left him to his devices nonetheless.

Half and Half stopped by some time later, tapping on Katsuki’s shoulder and waking him from a restless sleep in a shitty plastic chair at Izuku’s bedside.

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable to sleep in your bed, Bakugou?” he asked, sitting in a chair adjacent to him.

“I was sleeping just fine before you fucking showed up, you Half and Half bastard,” Katsuki snarled.

“I’ve been here for an hour and a half, actually,” Todoroki stated. Always so fucking deadpan.

“Why the fuck did you wake me up now then?”

“You looked uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine, asshole,” Katsuki grumbled. Todoroki looked unconvinced.

“I figured you would say that. Here, I brought you this,” Todoroki produced a blanket from behind his chair and handed it to Katsuki.

“I don’t need your fucking charity," Katsuki grumbled, but accepted it anyway, silently grateful for refuge from the chill in the room.

“It’s no trouble,” Todoroki patted his shoulder.

“Tch.” Katsuki shrugged him off.

They sat in silence for a while. Izuku still hadn’t budged. Katsuki was worried, but some part of him was thankful that Izuku was finally fucking resting.

“Everyone is proud of you, you know,” Todoroki said quietly.

“Haah?!”

“It took courage, what you did. We know it’s not easy for you to express your emotions,” he paused, considering his next words, “it... doesn’t come naturally to me, either.”

“No shit!” Katsuki barked. Todoroki raised a finger to his lips to shush him and nodded at Izuku, who had grunted in his sleep.

“I’m just saying, your efforts aren’t unseen. We know you’ve been working hard, and that this has been weighing on you for a long time. If it weren’t for you, Midoriya might not have listened to us.”

“You don’t know shit,” Katsuki grumbled, averting his eyes. Katsuki was beginning to feel uncomfortable. He wasn’t good at this shit, and Todoroki knew it, so why wouldn’t he shut up?

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We can change the topic,” Todoroki said, as if he could read Katsuki’s mind.

“Or we could stop fucking talking altogether,”

Todoroki smiled and nodded, returning his gaze to Izuku. Katsuki’s eyes followed and he frowned.

“He’s such a fucking idiot,” Katsuki muttered, leaning forward in his chair and resting his chin on his hand. Todoroki chuckled.

“He is certainly reckless,” Todoroki nodded, “I’m disappointed to learn he felt he had to keep such a big secret. But, he is my friend, and I will continue to be as supportive as I can. He would do the same for us.”

“No, he’d do more, and end up getting himself fucking killed."

“That’s…" Todoroki frowned, "probably true."

They were quiet for a few minutes, and then Todoroki fucking piped up again, much to Katsuki’s dismay.

“I know Midoriya appreciated what you said,” his voice was soft.

“Words don’t matter. Actions do,” Katsuki’s response was immediate.

“Well your actions have spoken clearly. “You're a better person than you think you are, Bakugou.”

Katsuki whipped his head to glare at Todoroki with an insult on his tongue, but he found himself speechless instead, staring with an incredulous look on his face. He mentally kicked himself for it.

“I just hope you know that, too,” Todoroki offered a half-smile.

Katsuki was frustratingly taken aback. He averted his eyes and looked at the ground with a scowl. That damn fucking Half and Half.

Todoroki thankfully shut his mouth after that. Katsuki wasn’t sure how long they sat together in silence. It wasn’t until the sun had set and the room began to fill with darkness that he heard Todoroki rise from his seat.

“I’m going to go lie down. You should, too,” Todoroki said plainly.

Katsuki sighed. He was right, but there was a sickeningly uneasy feeling in his gut whenever he thought about leaving that he just couldn’t shake.

“I…I can’t,” he whispered.

“Okay.”

Todoroki patted his shoulder again, and Katsuki didn’t push him away this time.

“Thanks,” Katsuki shrugged, “for the blanket or whatever.”

Todoroki nodded. He left the door cracked behind him on his way out.

Katsuki pulls the blanket around himself and reclines in his chair, putting his feet up on Todoroki’s abandoned one. It’s really fucking uncomfortable, but Katsuki knows it would be impossible to sleep if he were anywhere else.

After too many attempts to reposition himself comfortably, Katsuki groans and sits up straight, turning his head to watch Izuku again. He’s still sleeping soundly.

Katsuki leans forward and, without thinking, brushes his hand through Izuku’s hair, pushing back a few stray curls. The moonlight flickering through the blinds illuminates his face, and Katsuki thinks that, somehow, this is the most peaceful he’s seen Izuku in ages.

Katsuki can’t remember the last time Izuku wasn’t at least slightly on edge. He is always looking over his shoulder, as if he’s expecting the enemy to be watching. He spends every minute of his free time training or muttering to himself about battle strategies. The nerd doesn’t even know the meaning of the word “relax.”

Katsuki slides his hand down to cup Izuku’s cheek. His skin is soft and warm, just like last time, and he can’t help but feel an awful sense of dèjá vu. He stays that way for a few moments, just reveling in the fact that Izuku is really here. This isn't a dream, he’s finally here, and Katsuki will never fucking let him go again.

When Katsuki reluctantly moves to pull away, Izuku reaches up to grab his hand, nuzzling into it.

Katsuki is startled, as Izuku is seemingly still asleep. He brushes Izuku’s cheekbone with the backs of his fingers, and swears he sees the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“You’re a dumbass,” Katsuki mumbles, propping his elbow on the bed to rest his head in his free hand.

“I can hear you, Kacchan.”

Katsuki jolts up in surprise to see Izuku staring at him with one eye cracked open and a smirk on his lips.

“Shit, did I wake you?” Katsuki tries again to pull his arm away, but Izuku holds on tight, as if Katsuki is his lifeline and he’s barely hanging on.

“D-don’t go,” Izuku stutters, burying his face in Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki caresses his cheek again and frowns when he finds wetness there.

“Are you crying?” Katsuki asks, though he’s not sure why, because he already knows the answer.

“N-no,” Izuku sniffles. Katsuki rolls his eyes and sighs.

“Hey, look at me,” Katsuki whispers, lifting his free hand to Izuku’s other cheek and turning his head to face him.

Izuku whimpers, holding Katsuki’s arms in a vice grip as he looks up. His eyes are sunken and glassy, overflowing with tears that Katsuki wipes away with his thumbs.

Fuck, he looks like a fucking zombie. His face is paler than usual and littered with scratches, and heavy, dark circles line his eyes. Katsuki suppresses a sudden urge to wrap him in his arms and hold him tight.

“What’s wrong?” Katsuki murmurs, stroking his cheeks in what he hopes is a soothing manner.

Izuku’s face contorts and a new wave of tears begin to fall.

“I-I’m so s-sorry Kacchan,” he snivels.

Katsuki holds his face tighter.

“I told you, we get it. Don’t beat yourself up, you’ve already done plenty of that.”

Izuku chokes a laugh through a broken sob and Katsuki counts it as a small victory.

“I a-am pretty messed up, h-huh?” Izuku hiccups, “but so are you.”

“Tch. I’m fine,” Katsuki lies, feeling a familiar twinge of pain in his side.

“I kn-know you better than that, Kacchan,” Izuku meets Katsuki’s gaze, “d-don’t think I didn’t see you bleeding back there.”

“I was bleeding. I’m not anymore, see?” Katsuki points to his newly applied bandages, “The old lady patched me up.”

Recovery Girl had given Katsuki a thorough scolding for tearing his wounds. Something about being too reckless, to stop throwing himself in front of danger because isn't it hypocritical of you to tell Midoriya to look after himself, but you won't do the same? That had pissed Katsuki off to no end, but he’d accepted her help anyway.

“Y-you could’ve hurt yourself-”

“But I didn’t! Quit worrying about everyone else,” Katsuki looks Izuku dead in the eyes, “think about your goddamn self for once.”

Izuku shakes his head frantically.

“I can’t. I said so many terrible things I- I h-have to apologize-,” Izuku tries to get up, but Katsuki is lightning fast as he moves to sit on the bed in front of him, gripping his shoulders to hold him in place.

“You can do that later. You need to fucking relax. Did you forget you were beaten to a pulp?” Katsuki reminds him.

“Kacchan, I’m f-”

“Don’t fucking say you’re fine! You’re not, and you know it.”

“It doesn’t matter, Kacchan!” Izuku shouts,“I can’t- I can’t just sit here while everyone else is-”

“Everyone is safe,” Katsuki lightly shakes him, “and we’re safer if we're together.”

Izuku presses the heels of his hands to his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” Izuku repeats himself. His voice is shaking. “I ne-”

“Shut the fuck up. You matter,” Katsuki says firmly, pulling Izuku’s hands away and holding onto them.

Izuku weakly lifts his head to meet Katsuki’s eyes. He looks taken aback, and even more exhausted than before, but Izuku is just as stubborn as Katsuki is, and Katsuki can tell he still has an argument left in him.

“Izuku,” Katsuki watches Izuku's eyes widen as he utters his name for a second time. It feels foreign on his tongue, but he knows the weight it carries, and he'll say it over and over if it makes Izuku happy.

Katsuki pushes back the hair that’s fallen in front of Izuku's face and knocks their foreheads together.

“Izuku,” he repeats, “ You fucking matter,” there’s a sharpness to Katsuki’s tone he hadn’t intended, but he can tell Izuku gets the message. He swears he sees the color return to Izuku’s bloodshot eyes before they squeeze shut, overflowing with new tears.

Izuku buries his head in Katsuki’s chest and wails. Katsuki immediately wraps his arms around him and pulls him into a tight embrace, ignoring the aching pain in his injured shoulder and side.

“I-I’m s-so sorry,” Izuku’s entire body shakes as he clings to Katsuki. Katsuki holds him tighter, rubbing gentle circles on his back.

“Shh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay,” Katsuki murmurs, trying his best to soothe him, but Izuku only cries harder. Katsuki’s own eyes begin to burn.

“It’s s’not o-okay, Kac-chan,” Izuku stutters.

“Nobody is mad at you."

“Th-they should b-be,” Izuku insists miserably

“Well they’re not.”

“I think All M-might is.”

“Haah?! The fuck kind of reason does All Might have to be mad at you?” Katsuki is baffled. “I should fucking clock him in the face again.”

“Y-you punched All Might?!” Izuku lifts his chin to stare incredulously at Katsuki.

“Damn right I did. But that’s beside the point. Why the fuck’s he mad?”

Izuku hides his face again, his voice muffled by Katsuki’s now damp shirt and his own sobs, “I w-was so mean t-to him. I told him I d-didn’t need him anymore and r-ran away, I-”

“Breathe, Dek- Izuku,” Katsuki whispers, brushing Izuku’s cheek with his fingers as Izuku begins to hyperventilate. “Breathe. He’s not mad, he’s probably just worried.” He better not be fucking mad.

“I-I have to t-talk to him too,”

“It can wait. Right now you need to fucking rest.”

They stay that way for a while, wrapped in the safety of each other’s arms as Izuku’s cries slowly start to dissipate. At some point, Katsuki isn’t sure when, traitorous tears start to roll down his own face. Izuku notices before he does, feeling the sudden moisture on his shoulder, and he tells him so.

“I’m not fucking crying,” Katsuki grumbles, though his voice is hoarse.

“It’s o-okay Kacchan,”

“Shit,” Now they’re both blubbering idiots.

Izuku squeezes Katsuki tighter as they cry together. Katsuki tries not to wince as he returns the gesture, his shoulder screaming in protest, but Izuku notices. Of course he fucking notices.

“K-Kacchan-,” Izuku’s voice is laced with unnecessary concern as he immediately loosens his grip and starts to pull back.

“Don’t,” Katsuki growls, rubbing his eyes, “Don’t fucking worry about me.”

Izuku sniffles and shakes his head, “I c-can’t help it.”

Katsuki heaves a sigh. “I know.”

Izuku places his shaky, scarred hands on either side of Katsuki’s face in a gentle caress that makes Katsuki’s heart fucking squeeze. When he finally lifts his eyes, he finds Izuku looking at him with a wobbly smile. His cheeks are tear-stained and there's a trace of something haunted behind his eyes, but it's undeniable that a weight has lifted from his shoulders.

Katskui quirks his lips in a half smile. Fuck, he’d missed Izuku.

Izuku yawns and lies back in the bed. “I’m tired again.”

“Well, get some sleep then, nerd,” Katsuki moves to slide back in his chair, but Izuku stops him, grabbing his hand.

“Wait! I- could-” Izuku bites his lip, “could you...stay with me?”

Katsuki squeezes his hand. “I’m not going anywhere, nerd. Someone has to keep your ass in line," he smirks.

Izuku laughs, the first real laugh Katsuki has heard in ages, and Katsuki thinks it might be his favorite sound.

“No, I mean here, next to me,” Izuku scoots over in the bed and pats the space next to him.

“I don’t think-”

“Just until I fall asleep,” Izuku pleads, “...please?”

Katsuki finally relents and slides in next to him. Izuku looks relieved, draping the blanket around them both and curling up to Katsuki’s uninjured side. Katsuki wraps his arm around Izuku’s waist, careful not to dislodge the bandages there. He briefly wonders why this feels so natural.

Izuku’s voice is barely above a whisper when he speaks next. “I- I’m scared, Kacchan.”

“I know. But everything’s gonna be fine."

“I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me.”

“No one’s gonna get hurt. We’re gonna figure this out, and we’re gonna figure it out together.”

“I really shouldn’t be here,” Izuku sighs.

“Shut the fuck up. You really wanna be out there? Where people are lookin’ to wring your neck at every turn?”

“Of course not! But that’s exactly why I should be. No one here is safe while I’m around.”

Izuku startles when Katsuki suddenly grabs his chin and lifts it up with his free hand to make Izuku look him in the eyes “Bullshit. I already told you, you can’t win this alone. So stop trying."

Izuku swallows hard, on the verge of tears again. Katsuki tucks Izuku's head under his chin.

"Saving people is how we win, remember? That means you gotta let us save you sometimes, too." Katsuki holds Izuku tight as he cries, gently combing his fingers through thick green curls.

“You should be here," Katsuki continues, "you belong here, Izuku." With me, he adds, but only in his thoughts.

Izuku stills and lifts his head from Katsuki’s chest to stare at him with wide, curious eyes. He's no longer crying. “Kacchan?”

“What?” Katsuki is confused as he watches Izuku’s cheeks flush a deep red.

“I belong with...you?”

Fuck, did he say that out loud?

Katsuki suddenly becomes very aware of their proximity and feels his own face heat.

Their faces are already inches apart, and Izuku is coming closer, cupping Katsuki's cheeks with freezing cold hands. He's close enough that Katsuki can feel Izuku’s heartbeat, his breath on his nose, and fuck, when did their legs tangle together?

Izuku’s thumb lightly strokes his cheekbone and Katsuki finds himself inadvertently leaning into his touch. His breath catches in his throat when he finally meets his gaze. Izuku’s eyes are soft and warm and he’s smiling, a real smile that is secretly Katsuki’s favorite, one that he hasn't seen in far too long. He decides he would sooner die than see it extinguished ever again.

He's embarrassed by his accidental confession, but something about the way Izuku is looking at him, with that soft gaze full of light and wonderment Katsuki knows is reserved only for him, makes the anxiety melt away. The eyes that used to infuriate him now leave him feeling warm and safe, like he has a place in this world, and he realizes there's nowhere he'd rather fucking be than right by Izuku's side.

"Did you mean that?" Izuku whispers, breaking him from his reverie.

“Yeah. Stay with me,” Katsuki grazes his fingers across Izuku's cheek. "...please."

Izuku's smile is breathtaking. It lights a fire in Katsuki's chest.

"I will," Izuku breathes, leaning in to close the distance between them.

Their lips meet halfway in a desperate kiss and a jolt of electricity courses through Katsuki's body. Izuku's hands tangle into Katsuki's hair and Katsuki cradles his face as they explore each other for the first time. It's messy and uncoordinated, but Izuku's lips are soft and inviting and nothing has ever felt so fucking right.

Katsuki's hold on Izuku's waist tightens, pulling him closer, but it's still not close enough. They've been through a decade of miscommunication and separation, unchecked feelings, and the debilitating fear of losing each other. Now that Izuku is here, safe in his arms, Katsuki wants nothing more than to stay in the warmth of this moment forever, to melt into each other and never let go again.

"K-Kacchan," Izuku pants as he slowly pulls away. Oh, right, breathing.

He presses his forehead to Katsuki's as they gasp for air, and they cling to each other as if the other could disappear at any moment.

Katsuki's head is spinning as he looks at Izuku. His cheeks have flushed deeper, lips kissed red and swollen, eyes blown wide as he stares in amazement.

"I missed you," Izuku whispers between heavy breaths.

"Me too,"

Katsuki tucks Izuku's head into the crook of his neck and holds him tight.

“I am….glad to be back,” Izuku murmurs, “it was terrifying out there. I was so exhausted."

No shit, Katsuki thinks.

"Do you want to...talk about it?"

"I-" Izuku pauses, considering. His voice is small when he says, "Maybe later. I don't...I don't want to think about it right now."

Katsuki laces the fingers of one hand with Izuku's and squeezes.

"Okay. But, uh, I'm here if you do. Want to talk or whatever." Katsuki tries his best to sound encouraging. Izuku tilts his head up and nods with a smile.

“Okay.”

There's still so much Katsuki wants to say, but he can't put it into words. He's always been better with actions. He thinks back on all that he said before Izuku passed out in his arms, and wonders if it was enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki notices Izuku peering up at him.

“What are you staring at, nerd?” Katsuki smirks as Izuku averts his eyes, color blooming on his face again.

“I- I’m not, I just- thank you, Kacchan.”

"For what?"

“For everything.”

Katsuki shrugs. “I didn’t do shit."

"Yes you did," Izuku brushes a lock of hair behind Katsuki's ear, "you're here right now. You listened, you encouraged me, you made me feel safe enough to come back here. I wouldn’t have had the strength without you.”

Katsuki is at a loss for words.

"Todoroki was right, you know," Izuku says softly, "you're better than you think you are."

Katsuki feels his face flush and looks away. But then it dawns on him.

"You were listening to us?"

"Uh- just a little...only bits and pieces."

"You were awake? Why the hell didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to interrupt you," Izuku shrugs. "You and Todoroki never talk, it seemed important. Plus, I was so out of it I thought I was dreaming at first."

"So you were just eavesdropping like a creep?" He teases, snickering when Izuku buries his face in embarrassment.

"I'd rather talk to you than that Half and Half bastard, dumbass," Katsuki ruffles Izuku's hair.

"Sorry, Kacchan."

"Quit apologizing."

Normally he probably would be pissed, but there isn’t even a trace of anger in him right now.

"I'm not the only one who's reckless, by the way," Izuku playfully nudges Katsuki.

"I'm not fucking reckless."

Izuku frowns. "Kacchan, you were stabbed. And you tore open your wounds trying to get to me when you should've been taking it easy. You took off into battle without a second thought."

"Sounds familiar," Katsuki glares at him.

"I know. I admit I don't always think things through….and sometimes I think too much. I never put myself first. You made me realize that. I'm...going to try to work on it. But you can't deny that you do it sometimes too."

Katsuki is silent again.

"And when was the last time you ate? Or slept somewhere other than a tiny chair? You tell me I need to take better care of myself, but you don't do the same."

"I'm fine." Katsuki insists, but Izuku knows him better than he knows himself and sees right through the lie.

Katsuki sighs. Deep down, he knows Izuku and the old lady are right. Sometimes... he can be a dumbass and a hypocrite.

"My body…I told you, it moved on it's own. I just saw you in the air and fucking panicked. You were about to die," Katsuki’s voice shakes, “You were about to die, and it was like… like my entire fucking life flashed before my eyes. There was so much I needed to say to you, I couldn't handle the thought of losing you, Izuku. Especially before- before I had the chance to-, " Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut and grunts in an effort to hold back tears that were threatening to fall.

Katsuki feels Izuku's gentle touch on his cheek again and meets his gaze.

"I know. It's okay. Let's just agree that we're both idiots and try to be better, together. If not for ourselves, then for each other. I can't stand the thought of losing you either, Kacchan," Izuku's eyes are impossibly soft

"I really do appreciate everything you said, Kacchan. It means so much to me. I know it's not easy for you to do that."

"I meant every fucking word," Katsuki says firmly.

"I know. And I forgave you a long time ago, Kacchan. Yeah, things were rocky for a while, but I see you. I see how you've changed, and how much effort you've been putting in. I feel safest and strongest when I'm with you. You're the most amazing person I've ever known, and you always will be."

Izuku's eyes well up with tears again as he smiles, and Katsuki feels like his heart could burst out of his chest. He presses a gentle kiss to Izuku's palm and cups his face, tracing his lips with his thumb.

"You make me stronger," Katsuki stares deep into his eyes.

Katsuki feels his brain short circuit as Izuku presses a gentle, sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. Katsuki holds him there as he pulls away, chasing his lips with his own.

This kiss is softer and less hurried, but just as passionate. They're completely enveloped in each other as they revel in the fact that this is real. There’s nowhere in the world either of them would rather be. Katsuki didn’t realize just how badly he needs Izuku until he was gone, and thinks that, maybe, Izuku feels the same way.

It feels like it’s been an eternity when they slowly break apart, and Katsuki can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.

Izuku lays his head on Katsuki's chest and cuddles up to his side. Katsuki idly strokes his back, just relishing the moment.

Fuck, he’d missed Izuku.

"I don't mind if- uh, if you keep calling me Deku, by the way," Izuku mutters..

"You don't like it when I say your name?"

"No! No, that's not it- I mean it is a little weird, but uh- I like it? Hearing it in your voice, I mean," Izuku rambles on, and Katsuki finds that he's even missed that too.

"I just, um, I mean- Deku is fine too. It has a different meaning for us both now, you know? It stopped being an insult a long time ago. And, uh, it feels, um...special, I guess? I don't know. My point is, either is fine. I don't want you to feel like...like you're disrespecting me, or something," Izuku's face is bright red as he notices Katsuki smirking at him.

"You're such a nerd," Katsuki laughs when Izuku scowls, and presses a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want me to call you.”

“Either is good. I promise.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see then, huh?”

"Yeah," Izuku smiles, then his brows furrow and he pauses. "Katsuki."

They both frown and Katsuki shakes his head.

"Nope. Too weird. I'd rather be Kacchan forever,” Katsuki grimaces.

“I think so too,” Izuku laughs.

"You should sleep, nerd." Katsuki murmurs.

"Mm, yeah,” Izuku yawns, “You should too, Kacchan."

"Yeah, yeah."

"But you'll still be here when I wake up, right?" Izuku looks up at him with pleading eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Izuku breathes a sigh of relief and snuggles closer.

"Tomorrow...tomorrow is gonna be hard."

"Nah. I'll beat the shit out of anyone who tries anything funny. Like I said, we'll get through this.”

"Together?"

"Together."

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bonus:

Sunlight is filtering through the blinds of the room's tiny window when Katsuki awakens. He feels more rested than he has in ages. Izuku is still curled up at his side with his head on his chest, snoring softly, and Katsuki can’t help but smile.

“Nice, bro!” someone whispers from the doorway. Katsuki’s head whips up to see Shitty Hair and Sparky, grinning at him with their thumbs up.

Katsuki is filled with white hot rage as his face flushes. If it wasn't for the fact that Izuku has him pinned, he would beat the shit out of those assholes.

“See ya, loverboy!” Kaminari whistles as they bolt out of the room.

Oh, they are dead meat when Katsuki’s hands are free.

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A/N: I wrote this while listening to "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie and "Make You Mine (acoustic)" by PUBLIC-highly recommend them if you're looking to yearn lmao

The large block of italicized text is meant to be a flashback- I hope that was clear :')

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!! Feedback/reblogs are appreciated as always <3

Also- shout out to @sheiireen for her very helpful advice on this. She's amazingly talented, you should check her out!!

[neva-writes]

Rookie-Hero!Kacchan, QL-Support-Engineer!Dk

Katsuki doesn't know when it was that he fell in love with Izuku.

Whether it was something that had always been there and he never realized it, or if it just... appeared /that/ day.

The nerd had invited him to his very first professional conference. The blond had barely made it in time because he got caught up in an altercation with a random shitty villain.

His best friend was there, in front of an audience of hundreds, wearing a blue suit, a proper red tie, and black polished shoes, walking confidently through the outdoor stage, making it his own as he showed everyone his new project and how it would impact not only heroes, but also civilians in the most positive way. This was Izuku, talking to everyone about his future dreams.

Dreams that Katsuki wanted to be a part of.

Pride swelled in his chest at such sight.

'That's my nerd', he thought.

His heart fluttered uncontrollably like it had never done before, and that confused him to no end. He felt an intense blush crawling up to his cheeks, and a sudden urge to be near the greenette hit him like the most unexpected hurricane.

The rookie hero asked himself many questions in that single minute.

How can it be? Is this... Is this what others call 'love'? But is that even possible? To fall for someone that you've known for most of your life? Has society lied to him? Where is the 'strangers to lovers' thingy? The 'I fell for my partner in the very first moment I saw them'? None of it matched with the typical stereotypes people had made him believe all these years.

And yet...

Katsuki had never been more sure of anything but this.

Izuku made him feel safe. Izuku felt like the home he wanted to go back to everyday. Izuku…

His rambling thoughts stopped abruptly.

The blond will never forget the moment when those emerald eyes landed on him. An infinite sea of emotions danced inside them when they met with sparkling rubies: surprise, relief and something akin to... affection?

Yes, in some sense but...

It was deeper, more like...

"Kacchan!", Izuku uttered over the microphone, with his green gaze fixed on him.

And suddenly, he was completely exposed. A thousand eyes trailed towards his direction.

Different kind of whispers reached his ears:

'Hey, isn't that Hero Dynamight?'

'Yes, he is! Don't you know that he and Deku are considered the next All Might and David Shield?'

'What is that brash young man doing here?'

'How dare he interrupt the conference of my favorite engineer?'

'I think they are meant to be together?'

What? The last one accelerated Katsuki's pulse.

Because… he also believed it, and he wanted to kick himself in the guts for taking so many years to see it.

Izuku raised his hand, and that was enough for all the voices to be silenced.

Deku went down the stairs from the scenery and just before he reached the public, all the people opened a path for him.

The talented engineer strolled over it as he kept talking, while the crowd around Katsuki also stepped back, giving him space for what was about to come.

If angels were real, then Izuku must be one, the blond's mind provided, especially with how the sunlight bathed him beautifully, bringing out the best of him.

"If everyone recalls, I initiated this conference by telling you about my only childhood friend. We grew up together for ten years..."

All the attendees gasped, while others squealed.

Katsuki's ears turned red. Is this real?

"...we fell apart once I moved with my parents to Europe...", Izuku continued.

And then his heart dropped.

That was a lie. Well, not a complete one but... Katsuki had pushed Izuku away many months before that due to his quirklessness. And when he finally realized how much the greenette meant to him, it was too fucking late.

As a child, he cried, cried and cried through the whole day when his mom explained to him that the Midoriyas had left Japan, with no way to contact them whatsoever.

'It's all my fault', he believed through the years to come until Izuku and him found each other again and the guy reassured him that many factors had played into Inko and Hisashi taking that decision.

Even if Katsuki had lost his ability to cry, a huge void had already settled on his chest forever. The void of Izuku Midoriya's absence in his life.

'I'll never see him again', he had believed.

Until they met one fateful night, fifteen years later.

Under a starry sky, Katsuki felt an uncharacteristic sting in his carmine hues. Tears were already rolling down his face without explanation when he caught sight of long green curls, gorgeous jade eyes, freckled cheeks and a smile that could blind the whole city by itself. Izuku was hugging him before he realized it, and out of nowhere… the void disappeared.

And right now, five years after that encounter, even if they were surrounded by a large number of civilians, it was as if only Midoriya Izuku and Bakugo Katsuki were there.

Izuku's rich fresh cologne invaded him, and fuck! Katsuki spaced out! What the hell was he saying?

"...he is my biggest inspiration and my symbol of victory", Deku finished.

'Bitch, if that isn't a freaking declaration of love tell me what it is?!', Katsuki heard a woman say.

"Izuku… I think I love you", Dynamight expressed pathetically.

The stunned look on his now husband's face will always remain stuck on Katsuki's head as one of those fond memories that live vividly in your head. The kind that you just have to close your eyes to go back to them.

"Please… please say something…", Katsuki told him in a vulnerable tone.

There were no words from Deku.

Instead, the greenette launched himself towards him and captured his lips in their very first kiss.

The blond was surprised for a brief moment before he responded eagerly and placed his hand on Izuku's waist, bringing him up as the greenette locked his arms around his neck and hooked his legs over the hero's torso.

That experience marked a change in Dynamight's life. He was doomed, because there was no way he could live without Deku's kisses anymore.

Everyone around them hollered in happiness, for their favorite hero and engineer were on the brink of becoming a couple.

"I love you, Kacchan", Izuku told him for the first time.

"Be my one and only, nerd", Katsuki gave him a dopey grin.

"Yes, Katsuki. Yes!", Izuku cried, cupping Kacchan's cheeks and kissing him softly once again.

Maybe they had fallen apart for a whole decade and thought that they had lost each other forever.

The thing is…

They underestimated the gravitational force both have between one other, and that's something that not even them can break apart.

Ever.

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Fin 🧡💚

[lovely-angst]

hbd dearest dynamight

a/n: a little late, but happy birthday boom boom boi! ily!

genre: fluff

pairing: bakugou x reader

summary: you try to surprise bakugou on his birthday, but he comes home early from work!

word count 1.7k

04.21.21

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"I can't believe I gotta work on my birthday," Bakugou groans as he runs his hands up and down his face. It was just hitting six in the morning and Bakugou was about to head out the door for work, not before lounging on the couch one last time to bask in the warm presence of his home.

"Hey, it's okay. Heroes gotta work on their birthdays sometimes. If it makes you feel better, your fans are probably pretty excited to wish you a happy birthday when they see you on patrol," you say, bending down to kiss him on the forehead, feeling his arms snake around your waist, cheek resting on your pregnant belly.

"I guess, but we could've been doing something together," he mumbles into your swollen stomach. Chuckling, you try to push him away, but his strength was far greater than yours, even when he didn't try.

"Katsuki," you whine, "we can always celebrate when you're off," you try, but he doesn't budge. Instead, he lifts you into his arms as he carries you over to the front door.

Your eyes lock and you give him a shy smile, feeling nervous with the way he stared you down so passionately and quiet.

"I could just not show up. They can get Deku to cover for me," he whispers against your lips, but you shake your head at him, "it's not just me who loves you, you know. it's a day the citizens want to celebrate—to celebrate you. Plus, you already have the whole night with me," you say with a shy smile and Bakugou couldn't help but smile back, closing the space between the two of you to press a kiss onto your lips.

"Can't really do much now that we have the little pooper on the way," Bakugou says, eyes glancing down to your stomach. "We still could," he inquires, but you slap his chest, "we are not gonna cause a ruckus in there for him." Setting you down gently on your feet, you watch as Bakugou puts on his boots before opening the door, the sun just rising in the sky. A frosty chill in the air before he turns back to look at you, "don't you have something to tell me?" Jumping in your spot from the sudden question with an 'oh!', you lean forward to press a warm kiss on his lips, "I love you, have a good day at work." But that didn't seem to be the answer.

Bakugou frowned, lips slightly pouting before speaking up once more, "anything else?"

Staring at your husband, you give him a quizzical look before the light bulb finally goes off in your head.

"Happy birthday, Katsuki, my dearest Dynamight," you say, pressing many kisses over his face before pulling back, hands lingering on his cheeks. "See you when you get back,"

"There you go," he says with that handsome grin you've always been fond of, "I love you too," and with that, he was off and ready to save the world once again. You sighed happily, watching your husband using his explosions to propel him to work. Just when he left your field of view, you quickly ran back inside and grabbed your phone before dialing a number.

Pressing the phone against your ear, you listening to the rings before a deeper voice spoke up on the other side, "Hello?"

"Kirishima? Great, Katsuki just left, you can come over now?" "On my way, (Name)!"

And a quick fifteen minutes, the cute redhead showed up at your door with loads of boxes behind him before flashing his adorable smile, "I have everything ready here!"

"Thank you, Kirishima! You're a lifesaver!" you cried as you helped him bring the small and light boxes in while he took on the large, heavy boxes. And though you offered to help him out with some medium-sized ones, he continued to swipe them from your hands, not wanting you to stress your body and the baby.

"So, what do you have planned for him today?" he asks, placing the last box down in the once empty room now filled with boxes. "Okay, so I really want to surprise Katsuki by finishing the nursery room today by the time he gets home!" "Thankfully, Katsuki and I had already painted the nursery room a while back, so all that's left is to add the furniture and decor," you explain as you spun around gently, already envisioning the final product.

"It'll just make everything so much more real," you say softly, running a hand over your belly.

Kirishima offers you a smile before rolling up his sleeves, "well then, let's get to work!"

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It had only been five hours into his shift, and Bakugou was already pretty miserable at work. Nothing was going wrong, he just would rather have been spending the day, his birthday, at home with you, his pregnant wife. Hearing a knock on the other side of the door, Bakugou mumbled out a "come in" before Midoriya and Todoroki walked in with a small cake in their hands, a lit candle as a finishing touch.

"Happy birthday, Kacchan!" Midoriya cheered, but Bakugou could only roll his eyes. "How come you didn't take the day off to celebrate?"

"I couldn't and I was just gonna have IcyHot or you cover for me, but (Name) insisted I come," Bakugou replied, somewhat salty. Midoriya could only respond with a light chuckle and a supportive smile, "(Name) probably just wanted you to go out and have the people celebrate with you." Bakugou scoffed, "she did."

"Well, you're not on patrol today, so why don't you take the rest of the day off? Midoriya and I can finish the rest for you," Todoroki suggests and Midoriya nods enthusiastically.

"Yes! Go enjoy the rest of the off! Take the cake to share with (Name)!" Midoriya chirps, practically shoving the cake into the birthday boy's arms before pushing him out the door.

"Tell (Name) we said hi!" and with that, the two shut the door closed in his face, leaving him alone with the small cake with the still lit but melting candle. At least he was free to go home now.

It was just hitting noon when Bakugou made it back to the luxurious apartment the two of you lived in. He had been stopped a handful of times by fans and citizens alike gifting him presents or wishing him a happy birthday. Either way, he was thankful for everyone, but right now, he just wanted to spend some time with you.

"(Name), I'm back early," Bakugou calls out, expecting you to run down the hallway to greet him like you always did, except he was met with the faint sound of music coming from down the hall.

Placing the cake down on the kitchen table, Bakugou curiously made his way towards the door where the unfinished nursery room was. The door was slightly ajar, and he could hear your singing come from inside along with a few thuds here and there.

Gently pushing the door open, he peeked inside only to see you sitting on the floor with a bunch of different parts and tools all around you as you continued to build whatever you were working on.

You looked extra attractive working so hard with your hair out of place. Strands turning every which way as you focused hard on what looked like a baby crib? "(Name)? What are you doing?" Bakugou finally asks, spooking you in the process. "Katsuki! You're home early! I was nearly going to pop the baby out early!" You say, quickly getting up to hug your husband.

"Deku and IcyHot told me to take the rest of the day off," he responds, eyes drifting away towards the work in progress behind you.

"Oh, you weren't supposed to see all of this until you got back!" you whined, "it was supposed to be a surprise!"

"A surprise?"

"I wanted to finish the nursery by the time you got back, but I didn't expect you to come home early," your words were shy as you played with the hem of your outfit.

Bakugou's eyes widened before he glanced back up, fully taking in the view partially furnished nursery. There was a changing table placed along the wall and there was even a rocking chair and some drawers for all the baby clothes the two of you had bought or so kindly have been gifted.

"Kirishima did most of it, but he had an emergency to run to, so I tried finishing the rest. I'm really slow at it," you chuckle, glancing back to the unfinished baby crib.

"Well, now that you've seen it, happy birthday Katsuki! I really wanted the nursery finished by your birthday, but plans do always go the way you want them, right?" Your bright eyes glanced up into his own before he got out of your embrace and walked past you before sitting himself on the floor where you were previously.

"Katsuki?"

"We can still finish the nursery today. Where did you leave off in the directions?" He asked, picking up a screwdriver before paging through the instruction booklet. Squealing in joy, you ran over towards him before beginning to assist him with whatever he needed. Though, you spent most of the time ogling at his well sculpted arm muscles that he might've caught and teased you for.

The sun had gone by the time the two of you had finished furnishing the room. You and Bakugou stood in the middle of the peaceful nursery room, admiring the hard work and love that went into the room.

"It really feels like we're gonna have a baby soon, huh?" you say gently as you slowly began to rock in his arms to the soft music that was playing through your phone. "We're going to be parents."

Bakugou let out a hum in response before a content sigh left your lips. "Sorry I wasn't able to get you more. This is all I had planned," you confess, upset that you weren't able to give your lover more of what he deserved.

"This is enough already. The pooper is going to love it," he says, smiling into your hair as he continues to rock you side to side. Smiling back, you snuggle into him deeper,

"Happy Birthday Katsuki, I love you."

[your-denki-kun]

Left Out

Katsuki x Izuku x Denki x Eijirou x Reader

Warning: angst, negative thoughts, mentioning of death

What: fluff, angst,

Word count: 3.2K+

A/N: OMG! I hit 50+ followers. Sorry for not updating for a bit. First were the holidays and after that was the start of school in which I had to find my way again. Anyway, this is a story in which you date the four wonderful guys, but they start excluding you.

~3rd person pov.~

It's been going on for a while now. At first you didn't notice that much, but as time passed you started noticing. First the obvious things, but soon also little things. How they would exclude you from time to time, how they didn't listen as attentively to you as to each other, how they would forget to text you and so on.

You knew that dating four males could cause problems, but you never thought they would start excluding you. Katsuki and Izuku grew up together and have always had a thing for one another. Eijirou and Denki were the best of friends before they started dating as well. Eijirou and Denki had started dating first, you joined, soon after Katsuki joined and not even a week later Izuku joined as well.

It had been awesome at the start. Sweet kisses, cuddles, hugs, praises, cute compliments, nicknames, the whole package. Now, after three years of dating however, things have changed. They barely call you nicknames and will call you by your full front name, they will cuddle up and forget you're there or they'll kiss each other, but not you.

You let it slide at first, figuring they were just busy with work, but after three full months that wasn't an option anymore, seeing as it only got worse. You're all heroes and have weird schedules, but it never bothered any of you in the beginning. Sighing you stare from the dinner table to them as they're all cuddled up on the couch and talking.

''Okay, so Saturday afternoon from three at the park.'' Eijirou concludes.

''Yeah. We'll all be free then until eight. So we can do something fun, eat in a restaurant and then Kacchan can go to work.'' Izuku smiles.

''You've always been one for planning, Bunny.'' Denki smiles at him.

''Thanks.''

You lay your head on the table as they go to talk about something else than their date next Saturday. You're free too, but they didn't ask if you wanted to come along, they never ask if you want to come along anymore. You feel your eyes tear up as the familiar feeling of loneliness and abandonment pools in your gut.

You release a shaky breath before getting up and walking upstairs. You walk into the bedroom you all share and look at it from the doorway. Slowly tears start spilling as you stumble over to the bed. As you're about to get in a thought crosses your mind. 'Maybe I should sleep in a guestroom, it's not like they want me anyway.'

You turn away from the bed and walk out of the room. You carefully walk over to the guestroom down the hall, not wanting to make a noise and alert the males downstairs. Well, it's not like they'll hear, but somewhere deep down you're still hoping they care. You open the door to the room and walk inside, closing it behind you before walking over to the bed and laying down.

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That Saturday you lay out four outfits, one for each boyfriend. While you put out the outfits tears keep falling from your eyes, but you just wipe them away and keep going. All of them have black skinny jeans. Katsuki has a black shirt with his skull for a top, Eijirou has a faded red, sleeveless hoodie, Denki has a yellow navel sweater and Izuku has a pastel green, oversized sweater.

Once you finish putting out the outfits you walk back over to the guestroom where you've been staying the past three days. As you close the door you can hear one of them entering the shared bedroom. You wipe at your eyes as a sniffle escapes you. You lay down on the bed on your back, staring at the ceiling as tears spill.

'Did they even notice that I haven't been sleeping in the same room as them? That I was the one to put out their clothes? Do they love me?' Thoughts like that keep running around in your mind, consuming you. The tears spill just a tad bit faster as the sniffles turn just that much louder. You can hear them walking around as you drown in sorrow.

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They came back late that day. Eijirou, Denki and Izuku had decided to go shopping after Katsuki left them for work. You heard them come home, listening to them happily talking about random things as they walk around the house. Sfter they all go to bed you hear Katsuki get home from a late shift before falling into an uneasy sleep.

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It's been weeks since that day and things like that kept happening. They've had four dates since that one in the span of seven weeks. Right now you're home alone, sitting on the couch, curled up in a corner as you watch TV. All of a sudden the house phone rings and you walk over to it, picking up.

''Hello. (y/n), speaking. What can I do for you?'' You ask softly.

''Hello, this is the hospital. We're calling to inform you that (family/member/name) is in the hospital in critical condition.'' A female voice says, sorrow lacing the words.

''W-Which hospital?'' You ask in a shaking voice.

''The one in Hosu.''

''I'm on my way.''

You hang up and scramble up to the shared room, putting on some pants and a sweater before running to get your keys, phone, wallet and earplugs. Once you have everything you put on your shoes and run out of the house, heading to the station to take a train to Hosu hospital. Once you arrive you speedwalk into the hospital.

''I'm here for (f/m/n).'' You heave as you try to catch your breath.

''Room 524.'' The female says.

You nod and walk over to the elevator. Once the doors open you walk inside and push the button for the fifth floor. The doors close and slowly it rises to the fifth floor. As the doors open again you speedwalk out and head to their room. As you see the door you open it without knocking and see them laying on the bed, skin pale, eyes empty and tired as they look weak.

''(f/m/n)...'' You whisper as you walk over to their bed.

''Hey little one.'' They say in a weak and trembling voice.

''What happened?'' You ask as you sit down on a chair beside the bed.

''I fell and broke some things. My weak body is getting weaker with the day, Honey. I don't think I have long left.'' They croak out.

''(f/m/n)....Don't say that.'' You whisper in a sad tone.

''It's the truth little one. Just, stay here for a bit and tell me some nice stories.'' They say.

You nod and start telling them stories of things that happened at work or things you read or saw on TV. They listen and ask a question every once in a while. You answer and just spend time with them until the doctor comes to tell you that visiting hours are over. You nod and say goodbye to your family memeber before leaving.

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For four weeks you go to the hospital whenever you can to spend time with them, wanting to make memories. Right now you're on your way to the hospital. An uneasy feeling pools in your stomach as you get closer and closer. As you're a few blocks away your phone starts ringing. Frowning you take your phone out of your pocket and pick up.

''Hello?'' You ask softly.

''I'm sorry, but (f/m/n) passed away.'' The same female from last time says.

Incoherent words leave you as you drop your phone. The screen breaks as it hits the ground. Tears well up in your eyes before they start streaming down your face uncontrollably. Sobs escape you as you turn around and start sprinting to Mina's house, sobbing all the way there. As soon as you arrive you frantically knock on the door, phone long forgotten on the sidewalk a few blocks from here.

''(y/n)?!'' Mina exclaims worried once she sees your sobbing form in front of her door. ''Oh my god! Come inside! What happened?!'' She asks as she ushers you inside.

You just sob as she guides you to the couch in her living room and sits you down. She hugs you as you sob into her shoulder, holding her tight as you break down. Mina rubs your back as she's left in shock and confusion. Never has she seen you like this before. As you start calming down after almost an hour you break the hug and wipe at your eyes.

''S-Sorry...I didn't know where else t-to go.'' You admit.

''Hey, it's okay. Can you explain what happened?'' Mina asks as she rubs your back.

''A few weeks ago I got a c-call from the hospital....(f/m/n) fell and got hurt....They've been there for four weeks. I-I was on my way there when I got a call......They passed away Mina...They're gone.'' You cry softly.

Mina's eyes widen as she wraps her arm around you and holds you close as you cry. She knows how important they were to you. You would often spend time there and they were always there for you when you needed someone. Slowly a frown makes it's way onto her face as she breaks her hug with you.

''You said you didn't know where else to go. Why didn't you go to Kiri, Baku, Mido or Kami?'' She asks.

''I.....I can't.'' You whisper, looking down at your lap.

''Why not? They love you.''

''They don't.....Not anymore.....They've been going on dates without me, don't call me by my nicknames anymore, I've been sleeping in the guestroom down the hall for eleven and a half weeks....They haven't noticed yet....They.......They forgot I exist.'' You cry as you hug yourself.

''(y/n).....I didn't know. I'm sorry.'' She says softly as she hug you.

''Why does everyone leave me?'' You sob as you hug her back.

''I don't know, but I won't leave you, ever. I promise. I'll always remember you and be here for you.'' She whispers as she plays with your hair.

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After spending the rest of the day at her house you head home, head hanging low as you're figure is slouched. While at Mina's place you called your boss to tell them you won't be coming in for a bit because of the passing of your family member. You unlock the front door and walk inside, closing the door and take off your shoes and coat.

You walk to the stairs, only to spot Izuku sitting on the couch by himself as he watches the news. You see your own face on TV, anouncing the break you'll be taking. Your eyes tear up as you remember how your day had started and walk upstairs and into the guestroom you've been making your own lately.

As you lay down on your bed you hear a knock on your door. You silently stare at it, to emotionally drained to care who's at the door and what their business is with you. After a bit another knock sounds before the door slowly opens. Izuku's head pokes into the room. As soon as his eyes land on you he opens the door fully and walks inside.

''(y/n)?'' He asks as he closes the door and walks over.

You blankly stare at him, tears falling from your eyes slowly. He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks at you with confused and sad eyes.

''What's going on? Why did you take a break? Did something happen? Is there anything you need? Can I get you anything? why are you crying?'' He keeps on rambling questions, hands flayling around.

''They died.'' You whisper, causing Izuku to freeze as he slowly looks at you.

''Who?'' He asks softly.

''For four weeks I've been visiting them whenever I can. I would tell them random things, keeping my mind off the inevitably. I got a call this morning...They died. Their body gave out. They're gone.'' You whisper as more tears spill and your lower lip trembles.

''Who died, (y/n)?'' Izuku asks worried.

''(f/m/n)...They're gone....Just like everyone else.....Everyone leaves me..Everyone.'' You whisper as you look away from him.

''We won't leave you.'' Izuku says, trying to comfort you.

''You've already left.''

''What?'' Izuku asks shocked, eyes widening as you slowly look at him.

''How long have you known I was in this room?'' You ask softly, tears slowly subsiding.

''Uhm, I heard you walk in before I went up.'' He says as he brings his hand up to his chin as he thinks.

''How long?'' You urge.

''A day?'' Izuku asks as he looks at you.

''Eleven and a half week.'' You state as his eyes widen.

''Why?'' He asks confused.

''Wight dates without me. No more nicknames. No more cuddles, kisses or affection. I haven't said a word in weeks to any of you. For so long....This has been going on for so long. You guys don't love me anymore. We're an odd number and I'm the one that's become the burden.'' You whisper, eyes glazing over.

''That's not true! We do love you. So much.'' Izuku says, voice a bit panicky.

''Don't lie!'' You bark.

''I'm not!''

''Yes you are! You all stopped loving me!'' You exclaim as you sit up in the bed.

''That's not true!'' Izuku says as the both of you get off the bed.

You shake your head in disbelieve as you walk out of the room, Izuku following after you as he calls out to you. You ignore him and walk into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to calm yourself. It doesn't work however as Izuku starts pushing the wrong buttons. All of a sudden your eyes snap up to meet his, yours burning as your grip around the glass tightens.

''STOP FUCKING LYING!! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF PEOPLE LYING TO ME!! I'M NOT A TOY!!'' You yell as you throw your glass against the wall behind Izuku.

Eijirou, Katsuki and Denki freeze in the hallway when they hear you yell and something shatter. They exchange glances before running over and into the kitchen. They see tears of frustration running down your face as Izuku stares at you wide-eyed, trying to say something but failing. Eijirou slowly walks over to you, hands outstretched.

''Hey, (y/n), calm down. Lets talk about this.'' Eijirou tries.

''FUCK OFF!! DON'T START CARING ABOUT ME NOW!! JUST LEAVE ME LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE!! LEAVE ME TO ROT AND COMPLETELY BREAK!!'' You yell.

''What the fuck are you yapping about?!'' Katsuki barks.

You stare at Katsuki with broken eyes as you fall silent, body shaking as tears keep streaming down your face. You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Denki slowly walks over and goes to stand a bit away from you, a sad look in his eyes as he scans you over, checking you.

''Pichu, hey, look at me please.'' Denki whispers to which you comply. ''You've been sleeping in the guestroom for a while now and I figured you needed some space, but it seems like I was wrong. What happened?''

You look at him and reach out for him, stumbling over and collapsing into his arms as you start sobbing uncontrollably. He wraps his arms around you as soon as the two of you touch and he cradles you in his arms, swaying from side to side as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. The other three males look at the two of you with pained expressions.

''Shh, I've got you, Pichu, I've got you. Shh. Just let it out.'' He whispers.

As you calm down you cuddle up to him as you tighten your hold, burying your face in his chest. He rubs your back as he glances at the others.

''What happened, Sunshine?'' He asks softly as he looks back down at you.

''They died.'' You whisper.

''Who?''

''(f/m/n), they died today. (y/n) told me before.'' Izuku says, taking a step closer.

You tens up in Denki's hold at the mentioning of their name. He looks down at you as he buries his face in your hair, his hold tightening.

''I’m sorry, Pichu. I'm so sorry. They're in a better place now. It's okay.'' He whispers.

''Is that why you're being so bitchy?'' Katsuki asks as he cocks up an eyebrow and folds his arms in front of his chest.

You break your hug with Denki and take a few steps back, hugging yourself as you look at the ground. Your eyes are glossy as you fight your tears. Denki, Eijirou and Izuku look at you worried as Katsuki just stares at you, a naging feeling in his stomach telling him that something is wrong, very wrong. He hates the feeling.

''No.'' You whisper, holding yourself tighter.

''Than what the fuck happened to get you this fucking bitchy?'' He grumbles.

''You mean to tell me that no one else noticed, Pichu has been sleeping in the guestroom for over eleven weeks and that they don't talk to us anymore?'' Denki asks confused.

''What?'' Eijirou asks softly.

''They've been closing themselves off. I thought they might need some space, but I think that isn't true and that I made a mistake. How did you guys not notice this?''

''We've been busy at work...'' Izuku says softly.

''To busy to pay attention to one of our lovers?'' Denki asks surprised.

''Not like they're really present in conversations.'' Katsuki mumbles as he looks down at the ground.

''You aren't either unless you're mad, annoyed or angry.'' Denki deadpans.

''(y/n)....I'm sorry. Work has been hectic lately and I'm busy and stressed.'' Eijirou says as he walks closer to you.

''You guys went on eight dates since I've been sleeping in the guestroom. Eight and for each one I put out the outfits. No matter how sad it made me, no matter if it made me cry. I did it for you guys. I...I did groceries, did chores, cooked, everything. And I'm getting nothing. I'm giving you guys my all and I get nothing.'' You whisper softly, curling into yourself a bit.

''Pichu....'' Denki says softly.

''All my life I've been giving and giving and giving. Never did I receive anything. When we all got together I gave and gave and gave and got love in return. That's enough for me. A simple kiss, calling me a nickname, holding my hand, giving me a hug. That's all I ask, not even all, one thing is enough....I ain't getting that no more.''

''I'm sorry, Pichu. I really thought you needed some time for yourself. I should've asked if that was why you went to sleep in the guestroom and got so distance and silent. And I know that's easy talking after it happened, but I really am sorry.'' Denki says as he moves closer to you.

''I forgive you, just don't do this again, Denks, please.'' You whimper.

''I won't, Pichu, I promise.'' He smiles as he hugs you.

You hug him back and cuddle up to him.

''I'm sorry too, Pebble....I...I should have payed more attention to all of you. I should have noticed that one of my favorite cuddle buddies wasn't there. I'm so, so sorry, Pebble. I really am.''

You glance at Eijirou and nod, reaching one hand out to him. He smiles and takes it, walking over. He plants a kiss on your head as he joins the hug.

''I'm sorry too, Puppy...I should have payed more attention to you.'' Izuku whispers.

You silently reach out to him and he takes your hand in his, joining the hug as well. After about two minutes all of you turn to look at Katsuki with sad, pleading eyes. He grumbles something under his breath and walks over, pulling you away from the others and into his chest. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight.

''Sorry.'' He whispers.

You hug him tight in respons, the others joining with a smile. After a bit you all break the hug, Katsuki stating that it's enough affection for him at once. You all laugh at his antics as you plant a kiss on his cheek. Denki wraps his arms around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. You lean back against him and place your hand over his.

''I love you guys.'' You smile as you close your eyes.

''We love you too, Pichu/Pebble/Puppy/Teddy bear.''

[dynyamight]

Hello! Could you do this one :

192 - You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.

Thanks ☺☺

192. You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.

“My, you’ve grown so tall and handsome, Katsuki! I can barely recognize you!”

Bakugou shrugs stiffly, hands deeply shoved in his pockets. “..Evenin’, Auntie.”

“Hurry, hurry!” Inko quickly beckons him inside the apartment, with frantic hand motions. “The cold air will get you sick the longer you stand out there.”

After a few tentative steps inside, and offering a mumbled pardon of intrusion, Bakugou makes a look around the small home.

God, everything looked eerily the damn same.

The miniature sofa, the kotatsu, the TV airing the local news, the rickety old dining table, in the same faded wood color just like before. The kitchen, probably looks the same, too.

Nothing new.

And, oddly enough, Bakugou was glad. Familiarity was very much needed, right now.

“Let me take your coat, dear.” Inko shushes quietly, right beside him. When Bakugou twists his head down, he looks to see her offering a soft smile.

Something in his chest clenches. “Nah, s’fine.” He coughs, struggling to meet her gaze. “..We’ll be leaving soon, anyway.”

“You know, that’s what you always told me, back when you two were kids.” Inko voices gently, “Waiting at the front door. Ready to head out, as soon as Izuku stepped out.”

“It warms my heart to see you two together.” She says, gazing at him, with that same comforting expression she used to give him long ago.

The inside of his palms are damp, sweating nervously. All he can offer is a quick nod of acknowledgment, without losing his cool in front of her.

Sure, they weren’t close before, but Inko only remembers him as that child. The one that was her son’s best friend. The one that knocked at her front door, jumping in his sneakers excitedly. The little boy who guided her son out of her home, and brought him back, safe and sound.

And, the same guy who was once the source of all of her beloved son’s distress, turmoil, and torment.

He hopes Midoriya has told her redeeming things about him, now that she knows that part. Because, there’s no way in hell he can sell himself any better.

A door to the right of the hallway opens in that instant.

With his back turned away from them, Midoriya steps out in an obnoxious All Might pajama set, barefooted.

He’s holding up two sweaters, dangling from each hand. “Mom!” He calls out towards the dining room, “Which one looks better? Yellow or red?”

“I can’t tell, Izuku.” Inko states easily, “Turn around.”

Doing a double take, Midoriya pivots in his stance, almost tripping over the long pants. “Oh, when did you get behind-?”

Midoriya’s face drops, before the shirts hit the floor.

Bakugou snorts, while Inko intently gazes at the fallen clothing. “I would think the burgundy one would look wonderful, sweetie.” She advises, regardless.

Quickly, Midoriya gathers and shoves his sweaters in his arms, and hurries back into his room, slamming the door shut. The click of a lock echoes, alongside a bunch of stressed, inaudible words.

“..You sure you don’t want me to take your coat?” Inko asks him. This time, there’s a knowing, small teasing expression on her face. “Izuku might take a while longer.”

Bakugou doesn’t wait for long, seated under the warming kotatsu. His drums his fingers on his thighs, here and there. And, the heat does get a little stuffy, while wearing black jeans and a turtleneck.

But, otherwise, it’s not intolerable. Inko had offered him plenty, during his wait; a hot mug of ginger and cinnamon tea, a small plate of cookie biscuits, and her silent, yet welcoming company. She even insisted on covering his shoulders with a large blanket, engulfing him completely.

“Anything for you.” Inko reassures him, despite having not voiced anything. “You have done so much to keep Izuku happy. It’s the least I can do.”

The overbearing politeness runs in the family, like a disease.

He feels he should thank her, or better yet, try to have a conversation with her. But, each time he builds up the internal guts to say something, the words get caught in his throat.

He wants to make sure he says the right thing to Midoriya’s mother. Unfortunately, he desperately wants her approval.

So, when Midoriya finally walks around the corner, in a nice pair of jeans and that same burgundy sweater from before, Bakugou’s relieved to say the least.

He feels saved.

“Now, the night is only getting colder, by the minute.” Inko hurriedly tells them, as the three of them walk to the front door, “This winter season has been terribly freezing! My heart can’t handle either of you catching the flu, let alone both of you! So, try to make it home not only safe, but healthy. Oh, and if you are unable to catch the last train, please let me know! I will gladly-”

“It’s okay.” Midoriya reassures her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll be okay.”

“I know, I know. Just please-”

“Call you when we’re on our way home.” Midoriya answers easily. “Yeah, I will.”

“..You promise?”

“I promise, Mom.”

They share a sweet, long embrace, which Bakugou can’t help, but look away.

Something about their close bond, and unashamed love for each other feels intrusive for him to be a part of.

Something that he doesn’t deserve to be a part of. At least, not yet.

Instead, he solely focuses on readjusting his winter coat over his shoulders.

On their languid walk towards the metro station, a few blocks away from the apartment complex, Midoriya slips his hand in his.

“You told me 20:00, Kacchan.” He whines, however.

Bakugou rolls his eyes. “It was.” He corrects in a huff, “Until you fucking said I could drop by an hour early.”

“Wha—? When did I say that?”

“During our damn lunch break, yesterday.” Bakugou incredulously stares at him. “The hell? You were the one who came up to me and literally said it yourself. How your conference for today with the academy got cancelled. ”

For a moment too long, Midoriya stays silent, visibly mulling over the words in his head. Each quiet second makes Bakugou more internally baffled, downright shocked.

If it weren’t for Midoriya’s warm hand loosely holding onto him, he’d crackle a couple explosions, in spite.

“Oh. I did.” Midoriya breathes out laughing, bringing his other hand to his face. “I completely forgot.”

“Shitty Deku.” Bakugou grunts. “Starting the night off wrong, already?”

“Hey! Don’t go making me feel bad, Kacchan!” With pleading eyes, Midoriya looks up at him. “I didn’t mean to forget. School’s been hectic recently, and you know that.”

Those huge, bright green eyes. His kryptonite.

Bakugou clicks his tongue. “..Whatever. S’not like the wait was awful.”

“Oh god, I hope my mom wasn’t too much with you.” Midoriya messes with Bakugou’s fingers in between his, tightening and letting go of them.

“Not at all.” Bakugou lies.

Smiling, Midoriya lets out a big sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. If you two didn’t get along tonight, I might have had an aneurysm.”

“If you had to choose—” Bakugou starts.

Midoriya narrows his eyes. “Stop it.”

Bakugou scoffs, slipping out an air of mirth into it. “Obviously your mom.”

“Obviously, it would be too hard of a decision to make.” Midoriya corrects. “Hopefully that time never, ever, ever comes.”

Despite trying not to smile, Bakugou feels the traces of a smirk on the corners of his lips. “If that day ever happens, always pick Auntie.” He states easily, “Her heartbreak would be so fucking intense. Put all natural disasters to damn shame.”

With a small, slipped out laugh, Midoriya bumps their shoulders together, softened by their winter coats. “You are weirdly making sense, Kacchan.”

“Of course I’m making fucking sense. She cries over the thought of someone taking you away. Villain, or not.”

“Every mother is like that!”

“Hell, I’m damn surprised Auntie didn’t flip her shit from seeing me.” Bakugou honestly confesses finally, more to himself than to Midoriya. “Dating her one and only son, and she didn’t even freak out about it.”

And, just like that, Bakugou knows something is wrong, from the moment Midoriya stays quiet.

They continue to walk, despite the sudden tense mood between them. But, that doesn’t mean Bakugou doesn’t want to demand Midoriya to speak up, the longer he keeps his mouth shut.

But also, he doesn’t want to ruin their night, and so, he waits begrudgingly.

Right as the two are on the outskirts of the metro tunnel, Midoriya twiddles Bakugou’s fingers nervously.

“..I haven’t told her about us yet,” He admits, face morphed in guilt. “But, I mean, she could very easily guess our intentions tonight. So, maybe— I don’t know —she might know.”

Bakugou hums, allowing himself a few seconds to process that. He then breathes a long air through his nose. “..I figured.” He simply says.

“It’s not like I want to hide us.” Midoriya voices aloud, furrowing his brows. “It’s just with graduation coming up, and the academy still looking for an agency to accept me as anything, and then my father suddenly wanting to come back into our lives, she’s just been a little stressed with everything going on, including myself. And, I don’t want to potentially ruin us and-”

With a tight grip, Bakugou halts them to a sudden stop.

When Midoriya worriedly gazes at him, he offers him back a nod. “Yeah, I get it.” Bakugou firmly states.

“Kacchan, I-”

“You’re fine. Don’t worry about it.”

And, he really means it.

While people bypass them, heading through the automatic doors of the metro station, they both remain standing, staring back at each other.

The first to break is Midoriya, releasing a big, tired sigh. “You’re right.” He frowns, looking away. “I’m totally ruining this date night. I’m sorry.”

Pulling his hand out of the hold, Bakugou instead brings his arms over Midoriya’s shoulders. He hugs them close. “No, you’re not.”

“I am.” Midoriya responds backs, muffled.

“We’ve been on more shit dates, Deku.” Bakugou tells him in his ear. “And, this ain’t one. It barely even began.”

“A whole year, and I—I haven’t even told her.” Midoriya shakingly admits. “I’m such a coward.”

Bakugou huffs. “You’re not. The talk ain’t easy. Hell, telling my hag and old man about us was like pulling teeth out of my damn mouth.”

“..At least you told them.”

“Listen, you went through a lot of shit, two years ago.” Bakugou reminds Midoriya, bluntly. “The running away. The dropping out. The undercover work. The public hate. Getting together after all fucking that, probably wasn’t even the best move.”

“I still remember it all.” Midoriya mumbles.

Bakugou tightens his hug. “And, since then, life’s been a total bitch to you. I fucking wish you didn’t get half the crap you have to deal with, because it runs you into a damn mess.”

“But, I—”

“So, just focus on the important shit, right now.” Bakugou breathes out, pressing his head against Midoriya’s. “Us? We can wait. No, I can wait. I’ll be right beside you, until then, and even after that.”

Lifting his arms up and around Bakugou’s back, Midoriya holds onto him, just as tight as him. “..You promise?”

Bakugou exhales a short sigh. “I promise, Izuku. We’ll be okay.”

Letting go, Midoriya gently pushes away from Bakugou’s grip, causing them to finally part, for who knows how long.

Before the secondhand embarrassment of people witnessing them sinks into his pride, Bakugou’s redirected to the watery eyes of Midoriya, as he quickly blinks them dry.

“God, when did you get so—?” Midoriya wildly moves his hands around, gesturing over at Bakugou.

On the other hand, Bakugou scrunches his nose. “The hell does that mean?”

“So supportive?” Immediately, Midoriya shakes his head. “No, you’ve been supportive, that’s not the right word. So kind? Uh, that doesn’t sound right..”

“You mean romantic.” Bakugou puts it bluntly.

A rush of red floods Midoriya’s face, matching his sweater and shoes. “Don’t say it so loud, Kacchan!”

“I wouldn’t have to, if you weren’t asking dumb ass questions!” Bakugou yells back, crossing his arms definitively. “We’re together, Deku! Of course I’m gonna tell you fucking sappy shit.”

“Shh! You are making us be a public scene!”

“Too late! We were a public scene the fucking moment we stopped in front of the damn metro like stupid lovers at the altar!”

It starts slow, with nothing, but Midoriya blinking up at him.

But then, a slipped sputter starts and a bubbling laughter erupts from Midoriya. He grabs onto Bakugou’s arm, helping him from not bending over in giggles.

“W-We really did!” Midoriya barely says, wheezing, “Lovers at an altar. A-And, you literally gave me vows!”

It takes Bakugou forcibly grabbing his idiotic, cackling boyfriend to finally move aside, and walk through the station’s entrance. He refuses to focus too much on the fire heating his face.

He’s never making outlandish, romantic gestures in public, ever again.

They missed their train, obvious from the lengthy moment they had outside. But, neither of them were upset about the ordeal. Instead, they gradly bought tickets for the next train to Tokyo, with only a thirty minute wait.

As Bakugou starts to shift comfortably in his bench seat, right beside him, Midoriya rests his head on top of his shoulder. “Thankfully, we still won’t miss the movie premiere.”

“Because your weird ass is making us leave hours before midnight.”

“For situations like these!”

Bakugou scoffs a short laugh. “I guess it’s reasonable.”

Grabbing his hand into a loose grip, Midoriya twiddles with Bakugou’s fingers once more. “Thank you. For tonight.” Midoriya whispers.

“You needed time to chill the fuck out. With the shit you’ve been facing, let tonight be the night you forget about it.” Bakugou grumbles, “Besides, I haven’t been able to steal you away, for my damn self.” He tacks on.

Midoriya smiles back at him, head comfortably slumped on his shoulder. “You make me feel alive, again. And, for the first time ever, since the start of this year,” He sighs, longingly up at Bakugou, “I feel like I can breathe.”

Bakugou brings him closer, chin tucked in his curls. “Good. I need you to breathe, at least once and a fucking while.”

Midoriya snorts. “Just at least once?”

“And, a fucking while.” Bakugou reiterates, “I’m not a monster.”

“No, you’re not.” Midoriya chuckles, bringing his legs over Bakugou’s lap. “You’re my monstrous boyfriend.”

“That’s fucking right.”

For a while, they stay just like that; close, intimate, and stuck together, without a care of the outside world. Maybe it’s from the intense conversation from earlier, but Bakugou doesn’t feel deterred to back away. Instead, he feels comfortable in holding Midoriya, and not letting go.

“You know,” Midoriya starts, “My mom wouldn’t freak out.”

Bakugou raises a brow. “..Hm?”

“About us. She wouldn’t freak or flip out like that.”

“C’mon, Deku.” Bakugou scoffs, shaking his head. “You don’t gotta lie to me, now.”

“I’m serious.” Midoriya reaffirms strongly, emphasizing his words with a tightened grasp around his hand. “She wouldn’t.”

“I’m not the type of guy you bring to your damn family. Seeing me as anyone’s partner is like fucking failing at life.”

Midoriya brings a tentative hand, cupping the side of Bakugou’s face. His fingertips are rough, yet linger there softly. “Just promise her you’ll make me happy and keep me safe.” Midoriya states easily, smiling brightly. “And, she’ll welcome you with open arms, all over again.”

[journalxxx]

By Hook or by Crook (2)

May 1st, 2270

“Hello, Izuku.” “Hi, dad.” Izuku hadn’t exactly been dreading this conversation, but he hadn’t been looking forward to it either. He’d hoped his mom would do all the talking, having to break the news to his friends had been hard enough. For him. Most of them seemed to have gotten quite the kick out of it. “How are you? Your mother told me you’ve been having a rough couple of weeks.” “Mh.” “Still upset over that visit?” “Mh.” “Speak, son. Sulking doesn’t translate well over the phone.” His father chided gently.

Izuku sighed. “The doctor said I’m never going to get a quirk. I’m sorry.” “Whatever for? It’s not like you have any choice in the matter. Quirks are innate, surely you know that.” “Yes, I do.” Izuku said, staring at the paused frame of All Might’s debut video on the computer screen. The reflection of his own miserable face was superimposed with the triumphant silhouette of the hero. “But I’m sorry anyway. You have such a cool quirk… and mom’s useful too. I could become a great hero with one of them, but I’m never going to get any.” “Again, that’s none of your fault. And I wouldn’t be so sure of that anyway.” “Uh?” Izuku gulped, gripping the phone tightly. “Y-you don’t think I’d make a good hero?” “No, that’s not what I mean.” His father chuckled. “I mean that I wouldn’t lose hope just yet. You’re very young, there’s still plenty of time for your quirk to manifest.” “But the doctor said that all quirks appear before one is four years old. And I’m four. And I have the extra toe joint-” “Tsk! Some doctor they assigned you. As if one could unerringly guess the nature and development of something as unpredictable as a quirk with a single test. An x-ray, of all things. Ancient technology.” “The doctor said there was a study...” “I have an extra toe joint too, you know.” Izuku’s father laughed hearing his son’s surprised gasp. “Studies like the one your doctor mentioned draw conclusions based on the analysis of hundreds, thousands of cases. Those conclusions may hold true for the majority of them, but there are always outliers. Having that oh-so-precious joint and a quirk is indeed rare, but not unheard of.” “B-But…” Izuku’s eyes burned with the feeling of impending tears. He hadn’t expected his father’s reaction to be like this. No one had even remotely doubted the validity of the doctor’s opinion. No one. It almost hurt to hope. “I’m also too old…” “My own quirk didn’t show until I was… fifteen? Maybe sixteen. Way older than you are, anyway. Another important point to consider, don’t you think?” Izuku sniffled. Then cried, quietly. His father remained silent as the boy let the tears flow freely, wiping them on his arm now and then. There was a tangled ball of emotions deep in his chest, that he couldn’t quite unravel. After a couple of minutes though, the sobs abated and he felt better. Better than he had been feeling before his mom handed him the phone. “...Do you really think the doctor was wrong?” “You shouldn’t believe everything doctors tell you. My personal physician keeps calling me ‘the peak of biological and anthropological evolution’, but that’s because he’s been fishing for a raise for years. Clearly you’d expect a Darwinian champion to be able to walk under the sun without protection for more than five minutes without turning into a peeling tomato.” “Uh? Does that really happen to you?” “Didn’t your mother ever tell you that I’m albino? My skin is very sensitive to sunlight, and it burns easily. I have atrocious eyesight too.” “I didn’t know that.” Izuku winced in sympathy. “I’m sorry. That sounds terrible.” “Not nearly as much as you think. I have plenty of skills and tools at my disposal to compensate. It isn’t an inconvenience at all these days, although it did cause me some grief when I was a child.” His father’s tone got softer. “Sometimes it does feel like our bodies are our own worst enemies, doesn’t it?” Izuku hummed in assent, very much agreeing with the sentiment. “I’m happy it doesn’t hurt you any more.” “And I’m glad you didn’t inherit this nuisance from me.” A sudden thought made its unwelcome way in Izuku’s head. “If… If I didn’t inherit your skin and eyes… maybe I won’t inherit your quirk either…” “Izuku.” His father’s tone was kind but firm. There were times when his presence, even just through his voice, felt way more real and solid than that of many people Izuku habitually shared a room with. “Your ability will emerge one day, I’m positive of that. Just give it time and don’t agonize over it.” Izuku nodded, even though he realized that wouldn’t translate well over the phone either. “...Okay.” “Now, what else have you been up to in this past month, other than brooding over a criminally incompetent diagnosis?” Not much, honestly, but Izuku told him anyway. As he kept chatting, his heart grew lighter than it had been in weeks. Mom did always say that his father was a good listener.

July 1st, 2272 “They were talking about it on TV yesterday. It’s an old incident from some years ago, before All Might met Nighteye!” “I see...” “Not many people know about it, because there’s no villain involved, and villains make all the stories more interesting! But it’s a great story nonetheless!” Izuku rattled on enthusiastically, taking advantage of his father’s unresponsive compliance. “Uh-huh...” “So this boy was having some big troubles, I think, and he jumped into a river because he didn’t know what to do about them. But luckily All Might was around! Do you know what he did?” “He offered to cover all the expenses for the years of therapy the boy would need afterwards?” “Uh… They didn’t say that on TV. I don’t know. I think he just rescued him from the river.” “That doesn’t seem to address the underlying problem.” His father commented icily. “Daaad, you’re ruining the story.” Izuku chided him. “Anyway, the funny part is that this boy had a quirk that could turn water into vinegar, and he activated it in a panic while he was drowning.” “Mh. A peculiar quirk...” “So All Might got all drenched in vinegar when he dove in to save him. He made this very silly face in front of the cameras, it was great! And when the boy apologized for causing trouble, guess what All Might told him?” “I’m sorry I’m the living embodiment of this unfair, hypocritical society that has driven you to the brink of despair?” “No. He said,” Izuku continued, breezing past his father’s petty remarks with practiced ease, “It is I who should thank you. My skin’s looking ten years younger now.” “Oh my God…” The man groaned, and a loud thunk-crash noise accompanied his words. “Oh, come on!” Izuku giggled, covering his mouth with his free hand. “It’s so funny!” “Just because they’re called ‘dad jokes’ doesn’t mean I’m legally obligated to laugh at them.” “But it is funny! All Might’s the funniest! Did you know that he just wrote a joke book? It’s called All Might’s Gags and Jokes: A Compendium. It already has amazing reviews! They say it’s warm and relatable and cy.. cyclical…” “He wrote a joke book. A veritable Renaissance man, this one...” His father muttered. Izuku heard something clink in the background. Probably the pieces of whatever his father dropped. “Mom says she’ll buy it for my birthday!” Izuku added, swinging his whole body on his chair in sheer excitement. “That is such a poor use of your remittance. I’ll need to have a couple of words with her…” “It’s for my education!” Izuku enunciated with solemnity, straightening his posture. “There’s a whole chapter of American puns and word plays! It will help me learn English!” “If you want to learn English on your own so soon, please choose a decent source. Start with basic grammar and alphabet books, watch some subtitled shows and movies to get the hang of the correct pronunciation-” “I’m learning a lot from All Might already! The catchphrase he used when he was in college in California was I am here! When he’s surprised, he says Oh my goodness! When he doesn’t believe something, he says Nonsense!” Izuku parroted, taking great care of imitating All Might’s confident, surprised and disbelieving expressions respectively. They would be lost on his father, but he needed to practice them anyway. “If that’s a good American accent, I’m the next Symbol of Peace.” “Dad.” Izuku said, suddenly very serious. He had a very important question to ask, and it had been a long time coming. “Why do you always make fun of him? It’s like… It’s almost like you don’t like him at all.” The words sounded so wrong he almost wasn’t brave enough to say them. Izuku would have been mortified if anyone had moved such an accusation on him. “I suppose he has a sort of… charisma about him.” His father admitted ruefully. “I can’t say it strikes any chords with me though.” “Are you just jealous of him?” Izuku asked shrewdly. “Kacchan also talks a lot of trash about All Might, but it’s obvious he’s just jealous. It’s all right if you are, though, I mean, he’s so-” “I’m this close to hanging up, Izuku.” “But- but how can you not like All Might?! Everyone likes All Might! Boys and girls, children and grown-ups! From age 0 to 100!” “...I guess I just don’t fit the target demographic then.” Izuku huffed. “You’re so boring, dad.” “Says the one who’s been talking my ear off about the same topic for the last forty minutes.” The boy frowned, nibbling at his lip. “...Sorry. Am I annoying you?” “I’ll admit I may have hit my monthly tolerance limit of All Might trivia. Don’t worry about it though.” Izuku did in fact stop worrying, his father’s amusement clearly detectable in his voice. “I think I’ll be able to bear with your unabashed enthusiasm until you hit your mandatory disillusioned teenage phase. Then we’ll see if that obnoxiously cheery act of his will still resonate with you.”

June 2nd, 2274 “His normal body temperature is about two degrees higher than the average. Around 38-39 °C.” “And what can you deduce from that?” Izuku’s father goaded. The boy stared at the scribbles in his notebook in deep thought. “Uhm… that it’s difficult to tell if he has a fever or not?” His father laughed, but not unkindly. “I wouldn’t think so. You just said yourself that that is his normal temperature. Therefore, I wouldn’t call Endeavor’s doctor unless his thermometer read more than 39.5 °C, probably.” “Right.” Izuku nodded. That was obvious, wasn’t it? Why hadn’t he understood that on his own? His father didn’t seem to mind his blunder though. “Try again.” “I think…” Izuku’s eyes were just about to bore a hole into his rough sketch of the hero’s costume. He gave up after the silence started to make him uncomfortable though. “...I don’t know. What can I deduce from that?” “Hm… You did bring up an interesting point. Do you know how fever works, Izuku?” “Yeah. Your body temperature rises when you’re sick. If it rises too much, you can get in serious trouble, you could even die. It never really gets that bad though.” “But why does it rise? What does your body accomplish by doing that?” “Uh…” Izuku frowned. He was sure he’d read or heard something about that, but the details escaped him at the moment. “To help you fight off the sickness, right? You feel worse at first, but it actually helps you get better.” “Exactly. Most bacteria and viruses that infect men thrive and multiply optimally at around 37 °C, which is the average person’s normal body temperature. But the growth of these microorganisms is hindered when the environment gets too hot. That is the principle that makes fever useful for humans. As your body gets hotter, it debilitates the invasors, so that your immune system can remove them more easily.” “..Oh.” It was a pity that his father called him only once a month, Izuku could have easily listened to him for hours every day. He always had so many interesting things to say about so many different subjects, and he always exposed them so neatly. “So. Can you deduce anything new now?” “Uh, uhm… He… I guess he...” Izuku snapped out of his reverie. Right, this was a conversation, not a lesson. He went over the new information in his head as quickly as he could. Higher temperature than normal... Fever... Microorganisms... Immune syst- Oh! “He heals quicker than- no, wait! He doesn’t get sick at all! Because he’s always too hot for the microorganisms! They can’t grow in his body!” “Excellent reasoning!” His father’s warm praise made Izuku’s chest swell with pride. “Obviously he isn’t completely immune to any and all infections, there are lots of exceptions to the mechanism I just explained to you. But yes, I do believe it’s safe to assume that our esteemed Flame Hero suffers from the occasional seasonal maladies far less often than the general population, if at all.” “That’s so cool…” Izuku immediately added the new data to his notes, almost breaking the tip of the pencil in his enthusiasm. “Is that what you wanted me to deduce? Or did you explain that just because I brought up the fever thing?” “I was actually thinking of something else. But, on second thought, it may be too technical a topic for an eight-year-old.” “...Can you tell me about it anyway?” “Of course.” Izuku would never not be grateful for the patience his father had, never denying him any clarification on anything. He was just about the only adult who never got tired of his questions. Even his mom sometimes hid her fatigue behind a mildly insincere I don’t know. “High heat isn’t exactly conductive to the activity of human cells either. That’s one of the reasons why you feel exhausted and achy when you have a fever, your body struggles to keep doing what it’s supposed to do above its normal temperature range. But Endeavor not only is at peak condition at 39 °C, he can also withstand open flames with a much higher temperature. This suggests that his cells must be fundamentally different from the average person’s on a biochemical level, that his quirk must provide some particularly efficient cellular mechanism to prevent heat damage. One example might be some dedicated enzymes to protect proteins from denaturation, but now I’m entering mere speculation.” A pause. “Did you follow me?” “...Kind of.” Izuku said, kind of lying but not entirely. He had followed most of that. He scrawled and circled a couple of terms he hadn’t grasped - Biochemical - Enzymes - Denaturation - on the page. He didn’t want to waste his father’s time by asking him to explain the meaning of words he could easily look up later on his own. “The gist of it is that Endeavor’s Hellflame has at least two facets. Not only ‘creating fire’, but also ‘not incinerating himself’. The first trait would be a fatal liability without the second.” “Got it!” Izuku cheered. Now that he had understood completely. “You sure know a lot about quirks, dad! Like, a lot! About anything, really!” “For the sake of intellectual honesty, it must be said that it isn’t difficult to impress a primary schooler.” His father laughed. “I’m just older than you.” “How much older?” Izuku asked, realizing for the first time that no one had ever told him his father’s age. “Oh, by a lot. Centuries.” Izuku cackled. “You can’t be that old. You still go to work. Our neighbors are 80 and they’re already retired.” “I do try to keep a youthful outlook on life. But yes, quirks fascinate me quite a bit. And they make for the perfect topic to distract you from your incessant yapping about All Might.” “Speaking of All Might-” “No, I-” His father sighed theatrically. “I just walked into this one, didn’t I?” “Yep.” Izuku grinned. “What about his quirk? Do you know anything about it? He never gives straight answers when people ask him about it…” “That may be the single sign of intelligence he’s ever displayed. The more your enemies know about your quirk, the easier it is for them to find your weaknesses. I’m surprised the other pro heroes aren’t as reserved.” “I wonder why All Might does that, though. His quirk is… pretty obvious.” Izuku pondered. “It just makes him strong. Very strong. Like, the strongest ever. But that’s it.” “Allegedly, yes. But as you noticed yourself, if raw power was all there was to it, there would be no reason to skirt around the issue in interviews, no?” “So there must be something else… What do you think it might be?” “I think it would be no less than cruel to deprive you of the thrill of carrying out your own research.” Izuku let out a dissatisfied moan, and his father chuckled. “You are already so very proficient at it. Your mother told me you’ve already filled a whole notebook with hero and quirk analyses.” “Oh, ehr… It’s just stuff I read here and there…” “Mh, I’ve heard enough of your ‘stuff’ to know that there’s more than random factoids in that head of yours. In fact…” Izuku felt his cheeks warm for the compliment. “I think you’ve gotten old and judicious enough to be trusted with my emergency number.” “Uh? What emergency number?” “It’s a phone number I’ll always answer to, on any day and at any hour, in case you may find yourself in a bad situation. Hopefully you’ll never need it, but better safe than sorry. Now…” His father’s voice raised slightly, drowning out Izuku’s impending interruption. “Can I rely on the fact that you are aware that desperately wanting to tell me that All Might saved a kitten from a meteor does not qualify as an emergency?” Izuku pouted. “I know what an emergency is, dad.” “Good. Ask your mother to give you the number then. Don’t save it on your phone or write it anywhere. Memorize it, and be responsible with it.”

December 3rd, 2275 Sorry for the long silence. I had an accident on the job and I won’t be able to speak clearly for a while. We can talk with the included devices. Use your ring finger to activate them. Usual days, usual hours. Hisashi That short note held the first words Izuku had received from his father in the last five months. The first month he hadn’t phoned, Izuku had felt slightly disappointed, but understanding. His father was a busy man, surely something very important must have been requiring his full-time attention. It was fine, Izuku was confident he could manage to sweet-talk him into a double-length call the following month to make up for that. The second month, he had started to worry. His mother hadn’t heard from his father either. It was unprecedented not to hear from him for such a long time. Since Izuku could remember, his father had never skipped one of their monthly calls. They often talked on the first day of every month, and he kept trying to contact them exactly once each following day if his calls were missed. He never failed to reach them past the third day. He always called from a hidden number, so trying to get hold of him was not an option. The third month, Izuku’s mother had decided to use the emergency number. She hadn’t been able to get through to her husband, but the polite colleague of his who had picked up had reassured her that he was indisposed but overall fine, and would get in touch with them as soon as possible… which could still take a while. Curiously, the coworker had also instructed them to collect a sample of their fingerprints and send them to a specific address. Izuku had been mystified by the request, but his mother had readily agreed, commenting that it was “not the strangest thing Hisashi’s ever asked for”. The silent wait that followed had been a little uneasy, but not harrowing. Izuku and his mother reread the message a couple of times before opening the box they’d just been delivered. Inside were only the two mentioned devices with their respective chargers, snuggled among waterproof packaging and stuffing. They looked very much like ordinary mobile phones, except they had no buttons or ports on any side. Some quick experimentation proved that they could be turned on simply by pressing the indicated finger on the touchscreen. The display showed a very minimalistic chat interface, with a fixed red dot on the top left corner. No amount of tapping on the screen could bring up the virtual keyboard though, which was puzzling. There was no way to access the rest of the phone’s functions, if it even had any. It was the third day of the month, so technically still within the familiar communication window. Izuku kept poking and prodding at the buttonless phone for the whole afternoon until eventually, shortly after dinner, the red dot at the top of the chat became green. A minute later, a message popped up. Hello, Izuku. Izuku almost dropped his cup of hot chocolate in excitement, which was quickly replaced by frustration because he still couldn’t type anything in any way. How was he supposed to- Speak. I can hear you. “...Oh! Nice!” Izuku exclaimed. “Hi, dad! How are you? What happened?” I’ve been better. I got decked by a hysterical ape. Izuku frowned. “That’s not funny. Mom and I were very worried.” That wasn’t really a joke. What? What even- “...How? Did you break into a zoo or something…?” Sorry, you’re right. Let me rephrase. I had a violent disagreement with a brute. “Oh…” Izuku was about to ask for further explanations but he waited. The three bouncing dots at the bottom of the screen signalled that his father was still writing. We will have to communicate like this for a while. I hope it isn’t too much of an inconvenience for you. Judging by how long it took him to type even the shortest messages, Izuku thought it was going to be much more of an inconvenience for his father. He felt sorry for him. “No, not all. Is it… is it really bad? Shouldn’t you come home so we can help you get better? It sounds like you won’t be able to work anyway…” I’ll receive better medical treatment here, and I can still get some work done while I recuperate. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll recover fully sooner or later. Izuku picked at the lint of his blanket, choosing his words carefully. “You could… come home anyway. Even if you could work. When you’re feeling a little better. So we could spend some time together.” The three bouncing dots reappeared, but Izuku kept talking. He already knew what his father’s answer was going to be, but he wanted to take advantage of the delay to get a few more words in. “Some of my friends have parents that work far from home too. They’re away a lot, but… they do come back to visit sometimes. Usually for the holidays. At least… At least once.” At least his friends had actually met their fathers once in their whole lives, Izuku completed only in his head. You know how things stand. My job doesn’t afford me this kind of free time. “...What do you even do that won’t let you ever do anything?” Izuku muttered, out of sheer petulance. That was another familiar point of contention, to which his father replied with the same, word-for-word justification he always used. Every detail concerning my activities is classified by the government. We’ve been over this. Don’t be childish. And that was usually the end of it. Any further questioning after the ‘classified’ thing invariably turned Izuku’s father into a slippery wall of smooth deflections. But, considering the current situation, Izuku felt like he could get away with a little more nagging, if he played his cards right. “I know you can’t say anything. But how about…” He physically leaned forwards, trying not to let his tension seep through his voice. “How about I try to deduce something? About your job. Just… for fun.” No new message showed up, not even the typing dots. Izuku decided that it was as much of an approval as he was going to get, so he started to voice his thoughts as they formed. “...Your job is classified by the government. So it’s important, very important, so important that other people can’t know about it.” When he was very young, Izuku had obviously interpreted it as irrefutable proof that his father must be some sort of secret agent. He had exposed his conclusion to Kacchan and his gang once. They had… not-so-respectfully disagreed. Izuku had never brought up the matter with them afterwards. “Your note said that you got hurt on the job. So someone you know from work punched you so hard that, even after five months, you still can’t talk well.” Izuku paused. That was… a scary idea. It dawned on him, for the first time since the beginning of this whole ordeal, that his father may have really dodged a bullet there. What kind of a brute could possibly want to injure someone that much…? Surely a criminal… A villain, maybe…? “Your job is dangerous, and it leaves you almost no free time. It also pays well.” That last item was admittedly a shot in the dark, Izuku didn’t really know much about money handling. But he had noticed that his mother never denied him a gift or a treat on the grounds of its cost (his vast collection of All Might memorabilia was a testament to that), like so many of his friends’ relatives were wont to do. She didn’t need a job herself, and Izuku remembered overhearing a conversation she had with Kacchan’s mom where she had said that they were ‘well provided for’. “You know a lot about a lot of stuff, especially about quirks and heroes. You know a lot of things about quirks and heroes that I couldn’t find anywhere on the internet.” Izuku paused, racking his brain for anything else that stuck out. Before he could come up with more points to make, his father finally wrote back. You sure put some thought into this. I’m impressed. The lack of reprimands was an encouragement in its own right. Now came the hard part. These were all facts that he already knew, now he had to put them together… and no matter how much he tried to come up with different possibilities, there was only one explanation that rang true in Izuku’s mind. “Dad… are you some sort of… undercover hero?” Izuku waited with baited breath for the dancing dots to turn into a complete message. Definitely not. ...Aw, shoot. Although I guess I do happen to deal with heroes quite often in my line of work. Izuku gasped. That was the first real piece of information his father had ever shared with him about his job! And wow, he worked with heroes! And whatever support he lent them had to be pretty vital if he was always so busy and tight-lipped. “So you’re like… a policeman? An informant that tracks down villains for the heroes to catch? Or an engineer bound by trade secret? Or-” Enough, Izuku. I’m supposed to be resting. I don’t think being given the third degree by my own son counts as such. Izuku deflated. So close to the truth, and yet so far… Maybe he could manage to get some other clue out of his father later. But… there was one more thing he simply had to ask. “...Have you ever met All Might?” I’m just going to ignore you after this. Well, it had been worth a try. Izuku finally relented, reasonably satisfied with the result of his investigation. “Okay, okay. Sorry. No more questions. And no All Might stuff. Not that I have much to tell you about him. He hasn’t really been around lately.” Hasn’t he, now? Uh, odd. It wasn’t like his father to miss an opportunity to dodge All Might gossip. Izuku supposed there’d be no harm in taking advantage of this atypical spark of curiosity. “Yeah. It’s been like this for a few months. Rumors say he’s abroad, working on some large scale mission. Something very secret, that’s why there are no articles on him in newspapers from other countries either.” I wasn’t aware of this. That’s very interesting. Although I couldn’t imagine anyone less suited to hushed-up operations. Izuku couldn’t help but snort. In light of the recent revelation, he wondered if his father was so unapologetically critical of All Might because he had worked with him and they hadn’t gotten along… which seemed kind of impossible. How could All Might be the unpleasant type of coworker? Or maybe his father really was just jealous because he couldn’t work with All Might often enough. A sudden thought occurred to the boy. “...Sorry, I guess you don’t want to hear about hero stuff now that you’re, uh… on forced vacation.” Actually, I’d love to. I’ve been a little out of the loop lately, I need to catch up with the news anyway. Fire away all the information you have. Izuku smiled. “Even about All Might?” Especially about All Might.

[tothemeadow]

Serendipity [Chapter 2]

Chapter 1

When the kingdom of Ainamoryp falls, a motley crew of unlikely allies must come together to save the country.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

words: 3.5k

(a/n): All characters range from 19-20. Reader insert, reverse harem.

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Chanswell Forest, Ainamoryp, May 3rd, 492, 18:30

Off in the distance, the sun begins its descent, bathing the sky in splashes of oranges and pinks. It’s somewhat hard to pinpoint through the thick canopy of the forest, but the last sunrays of the day still poke through the trees. The ivory steed Shouto rides upon walks at a comfortable speed; poor thing had spent most of the day galloping past farmlands and numerous villages, all in hopes of taking the prince to safety.

There’s a watchpoint south of here, hidden away in the woods. Get there, seek for help. The soldiers there will lead you to safety.

That’s what the one palace guard had told Shouto right before he took off. Chances are the guard is long dead by now, much like the rest of Endeavor and the royal court of Dinton Keep. A bitter taste lingers on his tongue, paired with a dull ache pounding at his temples. Bastards, the whole lot of them! If only he stayed, he could’ve saved more lives. It’s his duty to protect the people of his land, to ward off any potential dangers, no matter how big or small. Better yet, he has no idea why the northern land of Nialliv invaded in the first place. As far as he knew, the political relations between the two nations were perfectly fine. While they weren’t the best of friends, they weren’t enemies, either.

“Dammit all to hell,” Shouto seethes under his breath. Whatever the cause of the invasion may be, he had to figure it out – and fast.

As the sun continues to set, the forest darkens evermore. Like his father, Shouto was born with excelled magical abilities, unlike most of the mortals in the land. It was a miracle that both his mother and father passed on their traits, granting him the power of fire and ice. They serve him well, make him quite the formidable opponent when it comes to battle. He creates a flame in his left hand, casting a bright glow around him and the horse as they continue their trek through the forest. Judging by the way things are going, he might have to come to a stop and find some sort of shelter for the night. He hadn’t suspected that the watchtower be so far away from Dinton Keep.

Perhaps it’s the work of the gods or a simple miracle when he spots torches in the distance. Drawing closer still, the dimly lit watchtower comes into view, standing tall and proud. Large, weathered stones make up the walls, iron torches bolted into their sides. It’s an impressive tower, to say the least. A lone guard stands out front, swinging back a lambskin flask and chugging down its contents. He sputters as Shouto’s horse comes forth, its greeting whiny loud through the forest’s silence.

“Aye, bloody hell-“ the guard cuts himself short once his eyes land on Shouto’s face. They grow to a comical size, nearly bulging from the sockets as his jaw falls lax. “Your highness!” he croaks. “You… You…”

“Who’s in charge here?” Shouto demands, voice sharp. “I need to speak with them immediately.”

The guard nods dumbly, scrambling over to the horse and taking a hold of its reins as Shouto hops off its back. “Chances are the main chambers,” he blabbers. Now that he’s up close, Shouto can easily smell the alcohol on his breath. “Somebody inside oughta show you the way.”

With a curt nod, Shouto sidesteps the drunken guard and stalks his way inside. Iron candelabras hang from the ceiling, thick white candles steadily burning away and illuminating the hallways. A duo of guards walking in his direction come to a sudden halt upon seeing him. Like the one outside, a look of surprise dawns upon their faces, yet they still fall to a singular knee, head bowed in clear respect.

“Your highness,” the one on the right says, “what a surprise. How may we be of service to you?”

“I need to speak to whoever’s in charge,” Shouto says simply. “I presume they’re in the main chamber?”

The same guard clears his throat. “Sorry to trouble you, your highness, but Sir Rengoku took off earlier this morning – said there was something of extreme importance that he must tend to.”

Muttering under his breath, Shouto presses a hand to the lower half of his face, heaving a great sigh as he drags it downward. “Is there anyone I can speak with?”

“Prince Shouto! What brings you here, your highness?” a new voice calls out.

Turning around, Shouto is met with another man; unlike the other guards, this man’s armor is built different, the iron plates bent into sharper, more intricate shapes. A set of wings are built into the shoulder pieces and the sides of the helmet, giving the suit a mystical appearance. A plume of bright red hangs from the crown of the helmet, swishing around much like one’s ponytail does. No, this isn’t a regular guard – this is a knight of Endeavor.

The knight tugs off his helmet, revealing a friendly face inlaid with dark red eyes and a burst of burgundy hair. A pair of earrings hanging from his lobes swing as he nods his head in greeting. “Allow me to introduce myself, your highness. I am Sir Tanjiro Kamado, a proud knight of Endeavor.”

Odd – why would a knight of such high status be positioned so far way from the capital?

Straightening his back and squaring his shoulders, Shouto perceives Tanjiro with a hard look. “We need to have a talk – immediately.”

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Dinton Keep's dungeons, Ainamoryp, May 4th, 492, 05:23

At the first few rays of dawn, you begin to stir awake. For a moment, you wonder why you don’t feel the rock of your ship, but then the previous day’s events suddenly hit you. Ah, that’s right, you think, Endeavor got fucked over and I was put into a cell.

Off to the side, there’s slight murmuring. You recall the freckled boy you met yesterday – the healer, Izuku. What, has he resulted to conversing with himself like some sort of madman? Shifting onto your side, you crack your eyes open; immediately, you spot Izuku standing by the window, elbows propped on the sill. Although the light is still somewhat dim, you can spot the dark circles under his eyes, the sharp curve of his frown. Now that you think about it, he didn’t get any sleep last night, did he? You can’t say you blame him, either; he was present when Nialliv attacked and took over the city. Gods know the horrors he witnessed, the terrifying sounds of people screaming and helplessly being slaughtered.

“Did you find out anything?” Izuku whispers.

“No,” an unembodied voice says. It takes you aback – by the mere sound of its rasp, it’s obvious that Izuku isn’t speaking to himself. “Endeavor’s crawling with Nialliv guards, the royal grounds are bloody as hell, but that’s about it. I haven’t really seen any patrols in the surrounding farmlands, but that’s bound to change here directly. We oughta get going now before we miss our damn chance.”

“Izuku?” you drawl, voice heavily riddled with sleep. “What’s going on?”

Turning to you, Izuku flashes you a soft smile. “Good morning, Captain. We didn’t wake you up, did we?”

Shaking your head, you sit up and rub the tiredness away from your eyes. “I usually get up at dawn anyway,” you tell him.

“Oi, who the fuck is that?” that same, unfamiliar voice speaks. “Who are you talking to?”

Izuku throws an irritated look out the window. “Really, Kacchan? Do you really have to say it like that?”

“Answer the damn question, Deku.”

Izuku sighs. “It’s a pir-“ he stops, then, quickly glancing back to you. Clearly, he remembers the little outburst from yesterday and your reaction. Clearly his throat, he tries again. “A friend. She’s the captain of The Pearl Lady.”

“Kacchan” whistles, long and slow. “Gods, Deku, befriending pirates now, eh? Nice to see you finally have a backbone.”

Annoyance twinges your insides. Whoever this Kacchan is, he seems like an asshole. Scrambling onto your feet, you brush the stray pieces of hay off your clothes and stalk over to the window, taking your place next to Izuku. You forgot how tall he was, your head just barely coming up to his chest. Looking through the iron bars of the window, you’re finally met with this mysterious “Kacchan”; the first thing that catches your attention is the mop of wicked blonde hair, then the piercing red eyes training on your face. His expression is stern, nearly tiptoeing to the point of becoming angry, but he’s handsome, undeniably so. A large pair of clawed earrings stick out from either lobe, and numerous strands of beads hand from his thick neck. Whoever this guy is, you’ve never seen anyone dressed like this before.

Kacchan unashamedly scans his eyes over you, an eyebrow quirking up his forehead. “Captain, huh? Sure as hell don’t look like one to me.”

You scoff. “Excuse you, Kacchan. You look like you rolled out of a barn and mount donkeys for fun.”

His eyes narrow into slits. “What did you just say to me? Fucking brat, I’ll kill you!”

“Hey!” Izuku whisper-yells. “Keep it down! We can’t alert anyone!”

“Fine,” Kacchan spits. “I’ll deal with this bitch properly once you’re out.”

Your mouth opens, ready to rip him a new one, but then Izuku promptly yanks you away from the wall, slamming his large hands over your ears as the wall suddenly explodes. It’s not a large explosion, not in the slightest, but it’s enough to create a hole for you and Izuku to crawl out of. However, you’re guaranteed that somebody had to hear it.

Once the dust cleared away, your heart nearly stops beating within your chest. Kacchan didn’t come alone – no, he sits upon a dragon, a brilliant beast a fiery red, its glorious scales practically glowing in the early morning light. You blame your tiredness for not noticing it earlier.

“Well?” Kacchan says, looking unamused. “Are you going to stand there all day and gawk like an idiot or are you gonna get on?”

Immediately, Izuku crawls through the whole; turning around, he holds out a hand for you to take, a determined gleam in his eyes. “Well, Captain? Are you?”

For a moment, you hesitate. Here are these two men – two complete strangers – busting you out of prison, and for what? Normally, you’d tell them both to fuck off, but there’s something about the look in Izuku’s eyes that makes you think differently.

“I think it came from down there!” a distant voice shouts. Shit, it’s one of the guards!

Without another thought, you take Izuku’s hand and crawl through the wall. A gust of wind strikes your face once you’re outside. Glancing down, you notice how your cell was sitting at the edge of a cliff; the sea slaps at the jagged rocks, almost taunting you to take a fall. Your head feels oddly light, vision beginning to swim the longer you stare at the water. Squeezing your eyes tight, you feel Izuku pull you into his chest, the smoothness of the dragon’s scales as you land on its back.

“Alright, let’s blow this joint!” Kacchan exclaims, cackling wildly as the dragon takes off into the sky.

“Wait, wait, wait!” you shout.

The wind blasts your ears as you pick up speed, your clothes and hair flapping wildly. Kacchan only continues to laugh while you throw curse after curse at him, telling him to slow the fuck down before all of you get killed. Izuku’s chest rumbles as he chuckles, his thick arms tightening around your waist to keep you still.

Gods, you’re really flying on a dragon. They were meant to be creatures of legend, be told through tales of old and new. They’re the work of dreams and imagination, not reality. But no, here you are, zipping through the sky with nothing holding you back.

And by the grace of the gods, you want to be let down.

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The outskirts of Levalon, Ainamoryp, May 4th, 492, 09:03

“I take it that you don’t get to travel very often?” Tanjiro speaks, tone light. Together, he and Shouto ride side by side on their horses; unlike Shouto’s beautiful ivory mare, his is a simple russet brown in color. It’s nothing to brag about, honestly, but his horse is strong.

Shouto hums in response. “Unfortunately, I’m afraid. My father often kept me busy with royal duties and studies. I hadn’t much of a chance to visit the surrounding villages.”

“Well, then hopefully you’re in for a treat!” Tanjiro chirps. “Levalon is nothing like Endeavor, but it’s a sizeable town! I’m positive you’ll like it.”

“You know,” Shouto says, glancing at Tanjiro from the corner of his eye, “you’re pretty optimistic for a knight. It reminds me of a great friend of mine.”

“I’m glad.”

Up ahead, the stone wall surrounding the town of Levalon comes into view. The bray of a donkey echoes as it passes through the archway carved into the wall, the wagon attached to its harness rumbling away over the pebbled path. It’s such a strange sight to see, this level of normality. There’s a group of kids playing tag in the grass, their carefree giggles carrying through the wind. As Shouto and Tanjiro draw even closer, the chattering coming straight from the market streets is already loud and frantic.

“It pains me to know that this town won’t be like this for much longer,” Shouto comments. Tanjiro remains silent; he knows Shouto is right, but it’s a hurtful thing to even think about.

As the two trek into town, they’re met with hustle and bustle of everyday life; people come and go from the market streets, either rough spin sacks over their shoulders or a wicker basket in their arms, children running down the street, a shaggy mutt following close behind, a hidden figure in a cloak snatching an unsuspecting person’s coin purse-

“Wait a second!” Tanjiro calls, hopping off his horse and hitting the ground with a metallic clank. The hooded person spares a single glance Tanjiro’s way before they take off at a breakneck speed in the opposite direction. Again, Tanjiro yells as he gives chase after him. Sighing, Shouto looks to Tanjiro’s horse; it stands where he left it, shaking its mane and looking around. Ah, so it’s devoted to its master – how lovely. Shouto respects the notion no matter the creature.

The horse whinnies as Tanjiro returns, face flushed and eyes wide. “Dammit, that thief is fast. No matter – I know where to find him.” Cocking his head, Shouto peers at the other inquisitively. Tanjiro merely grins, a finger reaching up and tapping the end of his nose. “Would you believe me if I told you that I have a good sense of smell?”

“I wouldn’t doubt it in the slightest,” Shouto replies.

Tanjiro’s smile grows, his eyes crinkling. “Thank you kindly, your highness-“ Immediately, his smile drops as his nose twitches; oddly, it reminds Shouto of a hound when it’s attuned to a kill, to the fresh scent of spilt blood. Tanjiro cranes his neck to the sky, his mouth falling lax. Following his line of sight, Shouto looks up, his own jaw dropping as well.

Amazingly enough, a dragon flies far overhead, its bright red belly twinkling in the morning light. Shouto’s heard tales of dragons ever since he was a young boy still feeding from the wet nurse, of how they conquered great lands, of how saved the lives of their worshippers. While it’s a common tale that dragons allegedly went extinct, it’s perfectly clear that they haven’t.

“By the gods,” Tanjiro mutters, voice full of wonder, “a real live dragon. Do you think it’s heading towards Dovahkiin?”

“There’s only one person I know who’s of Dovah descent,” Shouto grunts. “Why he’s here, I don’t know.”

“It wasn’t part of the attack on Endeavor, was it?”

“No. The fires weren’t caused by such a beast – they were created by monsters.”

Tanjiro hums. “Well… Wouldn’t you want to ask your friend for help? If you’re planning on taking back Dinton Keep-“

“I refuse to ask him for help,” Shouto interrupts, a scowl pulling at the corners of his mouth. “In fact, I’d rather not see him at all.”

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In the skies, Ainamoryp, May 4th, 492, 09:10

Kacchan sneezes.

“Ugh,” he drawls, shaking his head. “Some idiot’s probably talking about me.”

“There’s not much to talk about,” you say offhandedly. Izuku snorts in amusement, but it quickly turns into a cough to cover it up.

Kacchan jabs a finger in your direction. “If it was up to me, I would’ve thrown you off a long time ago, sweetheart. Don’t press your fucking luck.”

After flying in the air for a few hours, you’ve grown used to the feeling of the dragon’s muscles flexing underneath you, the strong gusts of wind continuously hitting you in the face; however, you refuse to look at the trees and fields dotting the land below. You’ve also grown used to Izuku’s and Kacchan’s presence, although the latter is a bit too sour for your liking.

“Whatever you say, Kacchan,” you bluff. You actually wish that he won’t, but you also refuse to admit that as well.

“For fuck’s sake,” Kacchan hisses, “it’s Katsuki. Only that dumb Deku calls me Kacchan.”

Furrowing your brows, you look over your shoulder at Izuku. “Katsuki? Why didn’t you tell me that?”

Laughing awkwardly, Izuku scratches his cheek, an embarrassed flush blooming on his freckled face. “Well, like he said – I’m the really the only one who calls him that, and it’s been that way for years…”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah. So.” Training his vivid eyes on you, he flashes you a sneer. “You’re a pirate, right? How the fuck did that even happen?”

“That’s Captain to you, boom boy. Ever hear of The Pearl Lady? Yeah, that’s mine. And, if you don’t watch your tone, then I’ll happily show you a close up of what a cannon looks like when it’s going off.”

Katsuki laughs, then, a wicked smile curving his lips. “You’re a feisty one, I’ll give you that. I like ‘em feisty.”

You scoff. “Damn hog,” you grunt. As much as you’d like to curse him out, he’s similar to Izuku when it comes to size. Katuski is tall – even more so than Izuku, you reckon – and he’s huge, a singular bicep almost the size of your head. He could easily toss you off the side of the dragon if he truly wanted to.

“We should take a rest stop,” Izuku offers. “Plus, we need to figure out a way to get in touch with Shouto-“

An animalistic growl rumbles in Katsuki’s throat at the name; he snarls at Izuku, even lashes his teeth.

“Gods,” you start, eyes going wide, “what the actual fuckis wrong with you?”

“I won’t do anything with that icy piece of shit,” Katsuki snarls. “How do ya even know he’s alive, huh?”

“There wasn’t a body,” Izuku presses, expression going dark. “Besides, I’d think they would’ve bragged more if they killed both the king and prince in one foul swoop.”

The prince? Like the prince of Ainamoryp? Gods, if he truly is missing-

“That’s our only chance, isn’t it,” you say, voice flat. “If Ainamoryp is to stay alive, the prince is needed to take the throne.”

“Yeah,” Izuku tells you, “that’s exactly it.”

You inhale sharply.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Katsuki spits. “I’m not even from this damned country. It’s not business whether it burns to hell or not.” With a shrug, he crosses his thick arms over his chest.

Anger roars in the pit of your belly, climbs up your insides and encases your heart. How dare he say such a thing, especially to yourface? You’ve crossed the seas, visited the lands, but this is your home. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, but you had to do something. Shooting forward, you grab onto the straps of Katsuki’s cape, snarling as you lean in close.

“Born here or not, you don’t get to say anything, you bastard. Lives were taken for no damn reason, and I wasn’t even able to walk around my own hometown without being thrown into a cell. If you hate Ainamoryp so much, kindly drop me the fuck off and get bent.”

Katsuki’s eyes are large as you push away from him, settling back in your spot before Izuku. Surprisingly, neither say a word; instead, Katsuki turns around, shuffles up the dragon’s neck, and takes the reins in hand. With a simple yank, the dragon is making a sharp turn, heading back towards the town you previously flew over.

“If you want to find that stupid prince,” Katsuki shoots over his shoulder, “Levalon’s the best chance you got.”

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Time for the first choice in this "pick your own adventure" piece! Will you stay behind with Katsuki or go into Levalon with Izuku? Voting closes on June 6, 2021.

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BnHA Chapter 313: Deku VS Lady Nagant

Previously on BnHA: Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai Lady Nagant showed up to fire a cupid’s arrow into my heart, and a bunch of literal bullets into my son. Deku was all “oh shit it’s Hawks’s super-hot badass murder senpai, what do I do, let me think back to Hawks’s advice for a sec.” Flashback!Hawks was all “anyway Deku so if my super-hot badass murder senpai ever shows up you’re basically screwed so you’d better abscond the fuck out of there.” Present!Deku was all “lol idek why I flashed back to that conversation since I’m just going to do the exact opposite of what Hawks said” and charged directly toward Nagant because WHY NOT. Overhaul was all “waah I need to get back to my boss who I put in a coma out of love” and Nagant was all “jesus christ why did I even bring you here” and had a flashback to AFO who was all “ILU NAGANT IMMA GIVE YOU AN EXTRA QUIRK SO PLEASE CAPTURE DEKU FOR ME PLEASE AND THANKS” and yeah. Shit is all over the place right now and I love it.

Today on BnHA: All Might gets attacked by a pair of discount assassins and is all “Call an ambulance! ...BUT NOT FOR ME” and it’s really badass but also I really wish he would stop tempting fate like this. Lady Nagant is all “[casually flies around town shooting shit]” and I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t read an entire chapter of just that. Deku is all, “[gets shot (≥_<)]” and releases a giant Smokescreen which prompts En to show up. En is all, “( •᷄⌓•᷅ ) (⌣̀ Δ⌣́) ( •̀_•́ )σ (¬､¬) (눈_눈)” which I consider to be a high point of both the chapter and of my life. The chapter ends with Deku using the Third’s quirk to launch a bunch of random objects at Nagant so that he can jump up and grab her arm all sneaky-like, and I’m sure this is going to prompt another week’s worth of discourse that I don’t care about at all, but fuck it, I’m having a good time.

OH WE’RE CUTTING BACK TO ALL MIGHT WELL THAT’S NICE I GUESS. CONGRATS ON NOT BEING DEAD

you named your car??

you named it Hercules??

I love you so much??

please marry me you giant fucking dork???

lmao speaking of huge fucking dorks

who the fuck are you clowns. la dee da we’re gonna murder All Might with our synchronized spear attack!! I mean... they’re clearly trying their best... maybe I should just be nice and politely hype them up like All Might is so clearly trying to do

like okay, but we all agree that this is actually the least intimidating attack any of us has ever seen, right?? these guys zipped up their hoodies all serious-like and are trying to attack All Might and Hercules with their Walmart tiki torches, but just, no?? right?? like the only way this could possibly be effective is if they were trying to kill All Might with secondhand embarrassment

“those are assassins” this is a VERY generous assessment, All Might

OH MY GOD THE TIKI TORCHES ACTUALLY KILLED THE FUCK OUT OF HERCULES

[slaps roof of car] this baby can fit so many weaponized festive backyard lighting solutions in it

and yet, even after watching this with my own two eyes, I still can’t take these dudes seriously. idek what it is. anyways r.i.p. Hercules, I loved you a lot but I guess you weren’t actually a very good armored car were you

omg they didn’t know it was All Might??

okay 1) for a moment there I was like “oh hey maybe they’re not so bad after all” but then a moment later it was like “ah nope, they are.” like, that was an interesting .06 second emotional journey there. anyways 2) All Might you have my permission to kick their asses for this disrespect, and 3) anyone else all of a sudden getting “wouldn’t this be an interesting time for Stain to suddenly show up” vibes?? no?? just me???

(ETA: hmm tbh I’ve still got those vibes and they haven’t gone away lol. Stain?? you out there buddy?? do you want to be cool for just once in your life. ball’s in your court pal.)

OH SNAP ALL MIGHT ARE YOU REALLY GONNA DO IT ARE YOU GONNA KICK THEIR ASSES

PROTECTIVE DAD MODE ACTIVATED?? BECAUSE YOU KNOW I’M HERE FOR THAT SHIT, SO YEAH, FEEL FREE

omg he’s shouting at them about how much Deku has suffered lmao and they’re just like falling over from being scolded

so they have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about though, right? “SIR THIS IS A WENDY’S” well whatever, you killed his pet car so he’s in a bad mood now

OH MY GOD

LIKE, JUST SO WE’RE ALL CLEAR, THESE FOUR PAGES SO FAR HAVE MADE ALMOST ZERO SENSE. LIKE MAYBE 2% SENSE TOPS. BUT ASK ME IF I CARE. GO AHEAD AND ASK. I SAID GO AHEAD, IT’S OKAY. ...NO I DON’T CARE AT ALL THANK YOU FOR ASKING

(ETA: also, the more I look at this panel, the more I’m just like, why the hell would you phrase it like that though, sob. way to doubly tempt fate?? are you trying to give Horikoshi a challenge??)

and now back to Deku who is randomly bouncing around the city and narrating it to himself just in case he was confused about why he was doing this

who are you talking to Deku. but thanks we appreciate it

man you gotta love that overconfidence. the smartest guy in the world warned you away from this lady, so SURE, LET’S RUN RIGHT UP TO HER. “I APPRECIATE YOUR INPUT, FLASHBACK!HAWKS, BUT I’LL TAKE IT FROM HERE” well okay then!!

I think it would be funny if RHA.com put little Buzzfeed-style polls in between the chapter pages so they could survey people at random intervals as they read their way through the chapter. like, you finish this page and then there’s a little poll there asking “do you think Deku’s plan of catching up to Lady Nagant and finding out where Shigaraki is will work?”, and you click “no” just like everyone else and then nod as the results show that 97% of your fellow readers also picked “no”, and you chuckle to yourself wondering how many of the 3% accidentally clicked on the wrong option by mistake, and then you keep on reading

ANYWAY, SO

HOW’S THAT PLAN WORKING OUT FOR YOU SO FAR DEKU. nice kick, though!!

omggggggg

ouch

update: Deku’s plan not really working out. sources tell me my boy has been fucking shot. this is an ongoing story and we will keep you posted with the latest developments as they come in

wait what

feel free to explain to the rest of us what all of this “UNLESS...” and “THAT POSSIBILITY...” shit means anytime, Deku

oh lol did he realize she could fly??

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE, CNN’s John King reports that Deku is still fucked. eyewitness reports now coming in that Nagant is doing no-look shots and basically not even giving a fuck. sources described her mannerisms and expression as “sexy, but in like an effortless sort of way.” we will continue to bring you the latest

so now there’s basically an entire page of Deku being all “ah fuck so she’s basically closing in and she could already hit me with impossible accuracy even from Far Away, so if that’s the case then her being Up Close is probably going to be even worse!” making good use of that Big Hero Brain there, Deku

so now what, you’re doing some kind of spiraling kick thing?? how is that going to help

oh lol he’s using Smokescreen to create some cover. aww, good for you Deku you named one of your Smokescreen attacks

OH NO LADY DON’T TELL ME AFO DIDN’T EVEN FILL YOU IN ON THE BASICS

seriously, AFO?? you basically told her what Deku’s exact strategy was going to be but then couldn’t be assed to drop that little, small, barely notable piece of knowledge that Deku is rocking multiple quirks?? is it supposed to be a secret or something?? you dropped the ball here man

damn this is getting intense now

(ETA: the way En is poking Deku’s head in that first panel is fucking sending me, I love this guy so much omg.)

well then what are you planning, Deku?? I’m actually really curious!! I am genuinely starting to be invested in this fight scene not only in the “wanting to see who wins and how that impacts the plot” sense, but also in the “wanting to see how it happens because the choreography and strategy is actually pretty cool” sense, which honestly hasn’t happened for quite a while now! this is fun

anyway so what’s up Deku, are you going to use another quirk?? I’ve been speculating that he hasn’t actually unlocked the last two yet (since Two and Three didn’t exactly seem convinced when we last saw them), but maybe I’m about to be proven wrong

(ETA: well he clearly has Three’s obviously, but Two’s is still MIA, and that’s the one I am of course the most curious about. that’s the one we’re all curious about, let’s be real.)

OH SNAP???

AHHHH I’M HYPED LOL. ANOTHER SHINY NEW QUIRK LOL SHOULD I PUT UP THE USUAL DISCOURSE DISCLAIMER

(ETA: so yeah, after thinking on it, I’m not gonna say “please no Deku discourse on my blog” this week, but I probably will ignore any discourse that does come my way though, just because I don’t have much interest in getting involved in what would probably be a pretty repetitive discussion. like, I can just sum up my opinions (which is what they are) here instead. in fact here they are lol:

1) I like the SIXQUIRKS and I like seeing Deku be a badass.

2) I also don’t think Deku is too OP. more like he’s exactly as OP as he needs to be at the moment, given that we’re approaching the end of the series. I expect the other kids will also be pretty damn OP when we see them fight again. we’re just at that point now where they’re all badasses (as well they should be; they’ve grown a lot and they deserve it). it’s just that Deku’s the one we’re getting to see right now.

3) of course I miss Kacchan and the others, but for me this vibes much closer to the MVA arc where even though I missed them, I was still having a blast (as opposed to the dark days of the Basement arc where I was pretty much losing it lol). like, even though Kacchan’s my favorite, I still love Deku a lot and this arc has been amazing for him getting to shine on his own (for like the first time, really).

4) y’all know I love the OFA plot and I’ve never been shy about that lol. I like all of the Vestiges a lot. Banjou and his over the top personality; En and his “guy you thought would be serious and :| all the time but is actually hyper-animated and ALL OVER THE PLACE” energy; Shiro who actually is a :| sort of guy lol; Three who I still expect will be fleshed out in a more detailed flashback at some point; and of course Two, who, well. you know what I think about him lol. Bakuverse is still on the table and I’m still hyped. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that we still have yet to see Two actually talk to Deku (as opposed to talking to the other Vestiges while Deku is distracted). did he lend him his power yet?? or is he still holding out?? either way it’s definitely going to be a Big Thing when it finally happens and I can’t wait to see it.

5) Lady Nagant is Everything and just because Deku grabbed her arm doesn’t mean the fight is over yet lol. Overhaul hasn’t come into play yet either. not to mention that even if the fight is over, the “where do we go from here” part still has me excited either way. her connection to Hawks and the HPSC is very intriguing and we’ve barely touched on that as of yet; she definitely has more of a role to play in this.

6) last but not least, I feel like every week the discussion is all about how much focus Deku’s getting, and how OP he is or isn’t, and OFA this and OFA that, but meanwhile I’m actually so invested in the character development here though?? the way Deku has distanced himself from everyone (except for the Vestiges, because of course they’re already dead so it’s not like they can die again lol)?? the way he’s pushing himself far too hard and we can see the shadows in and under his eyes, and the fact that he never smiles, and even All Might has remarked on how he isn’t taking care of himself at all?? the fact that he’s so single-mindedly obsessed with focused on stopping AFO?? the fact that he’s still the same sweet old Deku despite everything and was so kind to that fox lady with the umbrella, but there was also something so sad about that scene because it felt like a reminder of the type of hero that he wants to be, but that he’s not allowed to be right now?? because the stakes are too high and the world is falling apart?? and he feels like he’s the only one who can do something about it?? and that he has to be?? and that he is putting so much pressure on himself right now, and it’s absolutely too much pressure for any one person to bear, and I feel like no one is fucking talking about this lol goddammit.

anyway so yeah. I have feels about this, and every week that slow-burn angst is getting more and more intense behind the scenes, and I feel like it’s all going to hit a breaking point eventually. sooner rather than later. it really feels like a mirror of Katsuki’s post-Kamino arc. where all that angst was just churning below the surface for like twenty chapters and then it finally was like “okay it’s time” and it all came bursting out and we got the best five chapters of the fucking series (in my admittedly biased estimation lol).

basically, I know that most of fandom is billing this as either the “villain hunt” arc or the “solo Deku SIXQUIRKS fighting arc” or whatever. but for me, it’s always been and still is the Deku Angst arc lol. the cool fights are a sexy bonus (the worldbuilding less so because even though it’s interesting to see society at such a low point, it’s also very depressing and gets old pretty fast), but for me the thing that’s really keeping me engaged chapter after chapter is seeing Deku like we’ve never seen him before. seeing him all quiet and withdrawn and brooding and focused on AFO, AFO, AFO, and seeing that “he just doesn’t take himself into account” mentality taken to extremes. I am invested in that. I’m soaking up that angst each and every week, and I’m invested in seeing what comes of it. it’s a big picture thing. week to week this arc might just seem like a bunch of villain fight scenes, sure. but Deku’s emotional journey is the thread that’s going to carry this arc through from beginning to end, and for that I’m willing to be patient.

anyway that turned into a BIG OL’ RANT there but yeah! so those are my thoughts on the disk horse as it currently stands. and like I said, I’m open to discussion, but tbh I will probably just wind up repeating these same talking points endlessly so just a fair warning lol.)

anyway so Three says Deku has yet to use his quirk at ALL but now he’s trying to combine it with another quirk?? damn. also please check out En’s face here you guys

En launching a sneak attack up my favorite character list by the sheer power of his expressions alone. he really knows how to make the most of his screentime

OH DAMN DEKU

at this point the 3% from that hypothetical poll earlier are starting to feel prettttty damn smug, I’ll bet. well shit

what in the fuck

?? so like releasing his chi or whatnot?? isn’t that basically just like base OFA all over again?? also Deku did you seriously just apologize to Gran’s cape

update: Nagant has turned her eyeball into a gun

hm. hmmmmmmm. ...okay yep, still somehow sexy

anyway so she’s just floating up there building suspense, as one does. lord I sure hope she has good reflexes because something tells me she’s going to need them

OH SNAP HE THREW GRAN’S CAPE AS A DECOY WHAAAAT OKAY THAT’S SOME SMART SHIT DEKU

LOL SHE’S MAD NOW

JESUS CHRIST SHE JUST NEVER TAKES A GODDAMN BREAK FROM BEING AWESOME HUH

DEKU ARE YOU JUST THROWING EVERY DAMN THING IN YOUR INVENTORY

but without the cape and the hood how will you continue to look like an enigmatic badass. you really can’t. which means we might finally be moving on from the wandering nomad part of this arc, stay tuned

LOL YOU MANIAC

I hope he went full Kacchan with the dialogue there. his face sure looks like it lol. popped out of a building all mad fdskljlkj omg

well this was fun, shit. I still have basically no idea what Three’s quirk does though lol. like, can he use it to charge up objects with kinetic energy or something?? but then what was all of that talk about combining it with one of the other quirks?? or was that just because he was using Smokescreen at the same time??

(ETA: having seen and read an additional half-dozen explanations of Three’s quirk, I can say with confidence that I still have basically no idea what it is or does.)

anyway so!! Deku is a badasssssss but something tells me not to count Nagant out just yet even so. also I really enjoy seeing Deku flip out on people like he doesn’t have a fucking hole in his torso because it reminds me of A CERTAIN SOMEONE and I always love to see him channeling that feral energy; I feel like it’s been a while

anyways good luck to you both!! I truly wish that both of you could win. but if not, then maybe you can at least become friends instead. you have so much in common, you both can fly and have multiple quirks and you’re both badasses, and plus it would just be really funny to see the look on Hawks’s face lmao

[meeko-mar]

I got another little One-shot idea recently…

It’s kind of part wondering what Toga’s gonna do on the loose, other part my usual BakuDeku drabble. 

Happy Leak Day once again, everyone! :D

Content warning for blood and needles and violence! 

I’ve never written Toga before, but I hope I’ve done her well. 

-*-*-

Late in the night, a single nurse stalked down the hallway. Visiting hours were long since over, and the lockdown the hospital had been placed under made it especially quiet and dismal. The soft squeak of the young man’s tennis shoes drew pause from an orderly behind a desk, and she looked up.

“Oh! I thought you’d gone home!” The orderly remarked, and the young man turned around, scrubs looking a bit disheveled.

“Just one last thing to check and I should be able to sleep,” the man said in an exhausted tone. “I’ll only be a minute.”

The orderly clutched her hands together nervously. It had sounded like the nurse had a bit more of a rasp to his voice than usual, an unfamiliar lilt to his speech. And strangely…The wing he was entering hadn’t even been on his rotation in weeks.

“Ok… And then go home and get some rest.” She said to his back as he continued on his path. He made no acknowledgement of her. “That’s not like him…” she whispered softly.

She noticed, suddenly, the specks of blood smeared in a trail after the nurse, as if a small bit of blood had been smeared to the tip of a shoe. Heart skipping a beat, she hoped she was wrong….as she reached for the after hours emergency phone.

Just in the folds of the nurse’s scrubs, his hand curled around the cold metal of a set of needles. Tennis shoes scuffed softly to a stop as his eyes set on the name plate he’d been searching for.

“Izuku Midoriya”

He smiled with a set of fangs glinting in the darkened hallway.

—

Izuku could sense something was wrong.

The sharp pain in his head roused him from what had been a very light slumber. But in the darkness, the quiet, and amidst all the other tingling and aching sensations of pain, he questioned if the quirk could ever be honed to be less vague.

“…Kac..chan?” He murmured worriedly. He had to let Katsuki know that something didn’t feel right.

The pain blossomed in his head again as the door from the hallway swung open, and suddenly, Izuku was awake. A tall, masculine frame stood in the threshold.

But he knew it wasn’t Katsuki.

…But Katsuki also wasn’t in his bed or his usual seat by Izuku.

Panic began to settle heavily in Izuku’s chest…what was going on?

And with the sedatives in his system, his arms still broken and encased in splints and bandages, he wondered what he could do about it on his own.

The silhouette of the nurse walked to the bed, and the door drew closed behind him, only leaving a sliver of dim hallway light.

“Perfect. I wanted the chance to talk to you alone,” a low strum of a voice sounded from the man. “It’s been so long…Izuku.”

Izuku felt his skin crawl.

“Who are you,” Izuku demanded, in a voice that was breathy from exhaustion. “You’re not one of my regular nurses.”

The nurse placed both hands on Izuku’s bed and leaned over him, eyes seeming to glow brightly from the small light near Izuku’s bed.

“Oh, come on, Izuku. Don’t tell me you don’t know by now…you’ll make me cry!” He crooned, before his expression turned abruptly sour. “Ochako-chan said such mean things already and made me cry. It was horrible.”

Izuku’s mind raced. The mannerisms, the mention of Uraraka. And it hit him.

“Himiko Toga,” he growled, and suddenly found a thick needle pressed to his neck, her other hand planted on the other side of his face.

“That’s much better. Thank you, Izuku-chan.” Toga said, the man’s voice sickly sweet. “You’ve always been so nice.”

“What have you come for?!” Izuku gritted, painfully aware of the needle she was toying with against his bare skin.

“I really wanted to see you when you were still all dirty and bloody! But, there were too many nurses and doctors and all your little friends around you, I couldn’t even get close.” Toga pouted. “But you still took so long to wake up and all I’ve wanted was to ask you, too.”

“Ask me what?” Izuku urged. He didn’t dare give the door a glance, but he was depending on Katsuki. The blonde had never left the room for long, and in the middle of the night with no visitors and nowhere to go outside the wing of the hospital, he could only conclude that he’d be back soon.

Toga smiled a hollow smile.

“I wanted to ask you about Twice. And Mr. Compress. Even Big sis Mag. They all died,” the expression on her disguised face became twisted with anguish. “Did they ever matter to you and other heroes? Did it matter to you that Twice was murdered by a Hero?”

Izuku flinched as the sharp tip of Toga’s needle pressed harder into his skin, just barely short of piercing him.

“I told Ochako-chan about my Quirk. About how I love taking the blood of people I love…Becoming them. Isn’t that nice? I think it’s so thrilling…Getting to know someone, now I can even get to know their Quirk!” Izuku’s face twitched with surprise, at her words just then.

“Get to know our Quirk?” Izuku rasped, speaking softly, careful of his own movement with her imminent threat. “What do you mean by that?” Toga giggled. One yellow, catlike eye stared back at him as the skin of her face bubbled around it.

“It’s just that, Izuku! If I love someone very much, I can even use their Quirk when I become them!” Toga smiled a dark and fangy grin as the rest of her disguise melted away. “I know. Because I already used Ochako-chan’s Quirk! I used it and killed someone who was trying to kill me!”

Izuku suddenly felt ice cold. The twinge in his head returned and he consciously resisted gritting his teeth against the sudden pain.

“I feel closer to them, you know? Like how I feel closer to you, Izuku-chan, and Ochako-chan, when I become you.” She cocked her head, bangs that were usually a bit more straight-kept tilting around her glowing eyes and pink cheeks.

“Are we wrong Izuku? Do you think I’m wrong? Am I bad for wanting the world to like me and my friends like they like your friends? You don’t have to change to be loved…You don’t have to hold back your powers. Why should we? Is that wrong?” Her pleas became more desperate, her body shaking. “Was Twice…wrong too? Tell me, Izuku…”

Izuku cried out softly as she plunged the needle into a thick part of his neck, and she leaned toward him, long stray strands of blonde hair draping down to his green curls. She seemed to turn from sweet and sad to deadly and angry, as blood began to fill the vial on the needle. Her pupils narrowed at him.

But even so, Izuku could not help but notice as he glared up at her, unable to fight back…

Toga had tears in her eyes.

“Did Twice deserve to die??”

Izuku gaped up at her, swallowing the swell of pain from his neck.

“Do you think….I deserve to die, too??” With that, her tears spilled and ran down her cheeks. “Because I want a different life!?” 

“I…” Izuku couldn’t know where to start with that question. The drain of his blood made it so hard to continue to concentrate. “Toga, I–,”

At that moment, a creak from the door, and a clatter sounded behind Toga.

Both gazes turned, and found Katsuki, his hands suddenly empty, two bottles of juice at his feet. Red eyes smoldered dangerously, wide and locked on Himiko Toga. He’d already sunk into a defensive stance, palms up and tiny explosions already popping at his fingertips.

“YOU.” Was Katsuki’s thunderous growl. “Get the Hell out and DIE!!” 

Before Toga could collect herself, Izuku made his move. 

An arc of Black Whip shot out of his mouth, and launched to apprehend his assailant. He’d managed to capture only one arm, as he hurled her into the opposite wall, and flinched as the needle tore out of his skin, still grasped tightly in her other hand.

Not missing his cue, Katsuki leapt at her and pinned her free arm to the wall, his other hand poised, palm open and crackling with orange glow. 

Katsuki looked over his shoulder to check on Izuku, seeing the stream of blood dripping down his neck and beginning to stain the fabric of his shirt. Back to Toga, he saw the needle still in her pinned hand, the same bright red sloshing around in the glass. With a deep rumble in his chest, he bared his teeth.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that, villain,” He seethed, anger glowing in his crimson eyes.

“Katsuki Bakugou. It’s been a while.” Toga drawled in a bemused tone, yellow eyes narrowed at him. “You interrupted us. I won’t forget that.” 

“Kacchan, I can’t hold her for long,” Izuku gasped around the now flickering tendril. His energy was depleting fast despite his struggle to remain in the fight. “If-if I could just get out of this bed…I could be more useful–” He wriggled uncomfortably in his bed, stretching out legs that still felt so weak and useless. It took far too much effort to bend just one of his knees in an effort for leverage without his arms.

“Hey, don’t you fucking dare!! Stay the hell down, Deku!” Katsuki barked over his shoulder just as he saw the flicker of green sparking through Izuku’s hair. His eyes slid back to Toga’s sour expression. “That girl at the desk was actually smart enough to know better and sound the alarm. The guards are gonna be here any second. They can take care of this.”

The sound of heavy footsteps hammered outside their room, and some of the lights came up on command of a distant control panel. Izuku summoned all of his strength to maintain his Quirk until help arrived, but Toga seemed to decide for herself that her game was up. Taking advantage of Izuku’s weakened state, she snapped through Black Whip with another needle in hand and brought it swinging towards Katsuki’s side. 

“Kacchan!!” Izuku yelled weakly, at the exact time Katsuki countered with a small explosion against Toga’s arm. Toga yelped, but didn’t give in, and was able to land her needle into the meat of his forearm instead. Katsuki cursed, the glass vial attached already filling with stolen blood. He snarled, and doubled his efforts and grappled her wrist to keep her there.  

“You took a really bad hit during that battle, didn’t you, ‘Kacchan’?!” Toga laughed, stealing Izuku’s nickname for him. In the same instant, she brought a knee straight up to connect with Katsuki’s stomach just enough to send a piercing jolt through his still-healing wound, both hands immediately loosening enough for Toga to break free. “That’s what I thought!”

“Kacchan!!” Izuku cried again, as Katsuki stumbled against the wall where he’d just had her cornered. His face contorted as pain mixed with rage, and he thrust another barely restrained explosion at her exposed leg as she darted across the room. As the guards ran in to protect the two teenagers, he grit his teeth and instead pressed himself against the wall, out of the way. His Quirk was no good in here anyway, with so much expensive equipment in the way and more importantly, the risk of endangering any other patients in the area with structural or fire damage to the inside of the building, he couldn’t go all out in battle even though he wanted to.

Now completely herself and two vials of blood in tow, she had bolted to the window and punched the glass hard. The shards fell around her in sparkling bits as she withdrew a bleeding arm. Vases, cards and flowers that were gifted to the two boys over the past week, rained onto the floor as she scaled the counter in front of the window sill and she climbed over all the debris, bare feet finally on the threshold.

“Toga, What you’re doing is wrong!” Izuku yelled quickly over the chaos. She paused, curtains billowing around her, staring icily at him. “But I don’t want you to die for it!! So please…Just stop all this!” 

“Deku what the hell,” Katsuki grumbled.

Toga hesitated with a surprised blink at Izuku, before leaping off the ledge and into the night, just out of reach of the guards. A couple of them, no doubt with apt Quirks for the task, pursued, jumping out the open window after her.

“D-Dammit, you guys could have grabbed her,” Katsuki spat, hands held against his stomach. He had healed quite well so far, considering the damage he’d taken, but a direct attack, no matter how weak, was more than a little concerning. He was still seeing stars pop in his vision.

“Kacchan, I’m so sorry, are you okay?!” Izuku cried desperately from his bed, cranking his neck as high as he could to see Katsuki huffing against the wall. The voices of the guards around them continued as the situation was assessed, but Izuku didn’t take any heed of them. 

Two nurses rushed in as well, one to Izuku and one to Katsuki.

“Fuck it, Deku, I’m fine.” Katsuki growled, voice still cracking a bit from the sudden onslaught of pain. “I don’t need any damn help,” He said it even as he allowed the nurse to walk him to his bed. 

Izuku’s gaze was locked on Katsuki as his own nurse applied pressure to his bleeding neck. Katsuki had lain back against his pillows and closed his eyes in a concentrated effort to ride out the pain. Izuku released the tension in his body only when the nurses examination concluded that Katsuki’s wounds would be fine, and no internal bleeding was present. His arm was promptly bandaged. 

Reports were filed with the police and the Heroes closest to them, It was also decided, urgently, that they needed a more secure location to recover. They were moved to a room further in the hospital, in fact, one with thicker, heavily constructed walls and stronger security measures that was more often utilized as a room for lower-level villains to be safely treated for any injuries obtained from scuffles with Heroes before moving on to have their fates decided. Guards with Quirks and without were posted around their room this time, as further precaution. 

A search was also initiated to find the poor nurse who had been used as her unwilling donor. The poor orderly who had raised the alarm and who was the man’s friend, was shaken up and under the care of the police, waiting on any news.

It felt strange to be carted into this new barricaded room, in a wing that looked like it transformed from a normal hospital to almost that of a sterile jail wing. But, considering everything that had happened in the last hour and the harrowing tales of villain activity from outside the walls, the two boys silently resigned themselves to the new, more depressing surroundings. This, unfortunately, was the next logical step if they were to hope to finish recovering safely.

Izuku laid back and stared at the ceiling, distantly observing that it was made of some sort of fortified composite material, contrast to the rather ordinary ceiling tiles from before.

It was almost morning but he’d not slept at all. Everything that had happened was whirring around in his head. Sometimes he would see shadows in the room and fear that it was Toga. Every once and a while, he grit his teeth from the throbbing ache of his neck.

“She won’t be back,” Katsuki muttered, just as restless in his own bed. “This place is on high alert. She’s a stealth type, not a powerhouse. And now she’s injured, too. Stop worrying and get some sleep.” 

“She got both of our blood, though…That’s worry enough, isn’t it?” Izuku whispered, not wanting those outside to know that they were not asleep. Like some sort of twisted version of a sleepover that he never got to have with Katsuki. “What would she end up doing with it…?” Izuku pondered, trying to calculate the villainess’s next plan. As well as how it figured in to the escaped League, and All For One’s plan.

He had to guess–if not just hope– that his Quirk wouldn’t be accessible to her, just as it had acted like a dud when Monoma had tried to copy it. He would ask All Might what he thought in the morning.

Katsuki huffed. 

“Stop trying to figure everything out at once. You’re gonna give yourself a migraine. Or a damn panic attack.” He told Izuku gruffly. Red eyes slid to look at Izuku, his pensive face scrunched in a pout as it often was while Izuku was deep in thought. “Hey. What the heck were you yelling at her about back there?” 

Izuku snapped out of his own thoughts and turned to meet Katsuki’s impatient gaze. 

“Oh? Oh. That.” Izuku sighed. “She…asked me if I thought she deserved to die. If her friends deserved to die.” Izuku’s face scrunched in thought. "Something was off. She was in tears about it. She seemed so broken.”

“Deku.” Katsuki pressed. “I know where this shit is going, you think she wants to be saved, but…” He hesitated, to measure his words, and met Izuku’s green gaze. “We can’t afford to pull our punches with these guys.”

“I know,” Izuku sighed softly, sinking into his pillow and green curls pushing over his cheeks. So much carnage he’d witnessed came to mind. “I’m not planning on letting anyone off the hook for what they’ve done, they’re criminals still, at the end of it all… But I can’t ignore the part of them that’s crying for help.”

“Tch. That’s what drives me insane about you.” Katsuki grumbled. But, he knew, that’s what also made him distinctly ‘Deku’. Crimson eyes, half lidded with exhaustion, traced over Deku’s outline in the dim light once more.

“Sorry, kacchan.” Izuku mumbled, sleep seeming to finally be coming for him. “I know you don’t like it, but…I can’t help…it.”

Katsuki watched until Izuku finally drifted off, and swallowed hard. 

“Yeah…I know you can’t,” he sighed into the quiet of the morning.

—-

Bonus junk:

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Katsuki: Get the Hell out and DIE!

Toga: WTF I LITERALLY WASN’T ASKING YOU

Izuku: Maybe, not the best timing for that line, Kacchan… *deadpan*

–

Izuku: *jumps out from his sheets, legs ready to kick some ass with OFA, arms dangling, utterly useless* I’VE HAD WORSE

Katsuki: NO YOU FUCKING HAVEN’T SIT THE FUCK DOWN BEFORE I KILL YOU!!

–

Izuku: Sorry, Kacchan, I can’t help it….

Katsuki: *stares at the ceiling* You are going to be the death of me

—-

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Sometimes when its really slow at work I can let my brain just entertain itself and sometimes I get fanfic ideas out of it. *SHRUG* Hope you liked it! 

Katsuki left for like five minutes to the vending machine down the hall and this is what he gets.

This is something I imagine falls after they initially wake up and have *THE TALK* that we’ve all been waiting for. I imagine him sticking to Izuku like glue, expressly for the purpose of guarding him while his arms recover. 

Edit: Oops, one more note, She mentioned Mr. Compress dying because I think that she might be under that impression in the current time in the manga. He’d probably be treated under lock and key(maybe in the same specialized wing I wrote the boys into at the end?) but it wouldn’t be widely advertised to the public where Toga could hear about his survival. She might, however, know that he pulled a very dangerous sacrificial move, though.

[flarewrites]

ICU In My Dreams

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku︱Rated T ︱Crack, Bad Puns & Pick-up Lines

Sypnosis: High on anesthesia, Katsuki falls for his husband all over again and tries to woo him with extremely bad pick-up lines. 

Katsuki wakes up in a hospital bed.

Or maybe he wakes up in heaven that just coincidentally looks like a private hospital room, because damn, is that an angel standing next to his bed?

He cranes his neck to get a better look, which is obviously a bad choice, because instantly, a sharp pain shoots up his neck and Katsuki lets out a string of violent curses.

The angel turns around, and Katsuki’s heart swoops.

He’s got the cutest fucking face Katsuki has ever seen - big round green eyes that sparkle and shit, the cutest fucking nose, and damn those plush kissable lips.

Also, bless the gods, are those freckles?!

He reaches out instinctively to touch one, but the angel grabs his hand and gently pushes it back down.

“Kacchan?” Oh damn this is so unfair, he’s even got a nice voice. “Are you okay? Do you know where you are?”

Katsuki frowns. That’s a goddamn stupid question; of course he knows where he is.

“This is heaven,” He tells Izuku confidently. “Are you the angel assigned to me?”

Izuku blinks at him.

Across the room, someone bursts into laughter.

“Oh man, this is great.” The person says, coming into Katsuki’s view. “Dude, I am so filming this.”

The newcomer has red spikey hair and is decked in some sort of hero gear, although Katsuki can’t wrap his mind around why anyone would fight shirtless. He’s also got really sharp teeth, but despite appearances he seems pretty harmless, though at this point Katsuki doesn’t give a fuck if he’s good or bad. He’ll fight him either way for interrupting their conversation.

“Fuck off,” He growls, much to the amusement of the other. “Can’t you see we’re busy?”

The man snorts. “My bad, bro. Please continue.”

Katsuki would like to, but the fucking moment is ruined, so he leans back and pouts as Izuku checks on him.

“You’re not in heaven, Kacchan.” The green-haired boy tells him, much to his disappointment. “You’re alive, and you’re currently in the hospital fresh out from surgery. I’m the nurse assigned to you.”

Huh. That sucks.

“I want to borrow your phone,” He says instead. “I need to call God because i think i found one of his missing angels.”

Eijiro chokes on his water.

Katsuki promptly ignores him, gazing up expectantly at the not-angel whose face has turned an alarming shade of red.

“You’re high on anaesthetic,” Izuku says, amused. “Kacchan i don’t-”

“Who’s Kacchan?” He demands, annoyed that Izuku hasn’t once used his name. “My name is Bakugo Katsuki. Call me Katsuki.”

“Okay, Katsuki,” The smile on Izuku’s face is fond, but it's obvious that he’s trying not to laugh. “Katsuki, are you hungry?”

“Depends,” Katsuki says, eyeing a particular area of Izuku’s body. “Do you have a footlong?”

At this point, Eijiro isn’t even trying anymore. He laughs so hard he wheezes, and Izuku has to shove another cup of water in his hands before the man dies of oxygen deprivation.

“Man you are so going to hate yourself later,” Eijiro tells Katsuki when he finally stops laughing. “I can’t watch any further and since I have enough blackmail material already, I'll leave you two to it.”

He gives them both a little wave, then turns his heel and promptly exits the room.

Katsuki has never been more glad to see him leave.

“Is he someone i know?” He asks Izuku when it's just the two of them. “Why is he here?”

“He’s one of your best friends,” The other replies. “You two were on patrol when some villains attacked the area, so you went in to help, but they caught you off-guard and you were...impaled.”

Izuku’s voice breaks at the end, and Katsuki’s heart clenches painfully. For some reason he doesn’ t understand, it hurts to hear Izuku’s voice in distraught.

“Did I win?” Katsuki demands in an attempt to distract the other. “Did i kill those stupid villain extras?”

“Hmm?” Izuku looks up at him, and then he nods. “Oh, yes you did.”

Well, that’s great news. So why does the green-haired male look so crest-fallen?

“Listen, angel,” He says, reaching forward to grab the other’s hand. “Keep your evening free, I want to take you on a date.”

Izuku stares at him. “I already have plans tonight.”

“What about tomorrow?” Katsuki suggests. “Or the day after tomorrow.”

“I’m not quite sure my husband will appreciate it,” Izuku says, the corner of his mouth lifting a little. “You see, he can be quite the possessive type.”

Katsuki tries not to feel so dejected. Of fucking course this beautifiul man is already taken.

“I don’t see a wedding ring,” He mentions, carefully examining the others’ left hand. “Your husband doesn’t have to know. It can be our dirty little secret.”

Alright, in his defense, Katsuki is not in his right mind, and definitely a little love drunk. He’s a lot of things, but certainly not a homewrecker because fuck you, he does have morals.

“I take my ring off for work because I don't want to lose it,” Izuku says patiently, watching in amusement as Katsuki scowls at the additional information. “Even so, I'm not going to cheat on him with you.”

Katsuki pouts. “But I'm a catch.”

“So is he,” Izuku replies, giggling.

Katsuki is getting very annoyed at this nurse’s “husband”, but he’s been known to fight for what he wants, so he isn’t going to give up so easily.

“I can be better than him,” He declares. “I’ll win him in a fight. Call him over now, I'll fight him.”

Izuku stares at him for a while, and then the nurse bursts out laughing.

Katsuki hasn’t been more confused in his life. What part of that sentence was funny?

“You’re my husband, dumbass.” Izuku says, green eyes swimming with mirth. “Also, you’re not fighting anyone. You can barely even walk!”

Wait a minute. He’s his what now?

“I’m your husband?” Katsuki asks, bewildered. “What? How? When?”

“We've been married for a few year,” Izuku is handing him a cup of pills now . “It’s time for your medicine. Eat these and sleep first. We’ll talk when you wake up.”

Katsuki frowns at the small plastic cup. He doesn’t want to sleep, he just wants to talk to his husband. “I don’t need all these. All I need is some Vitamin You.”

Izuku snorts. “Would you like some vitamin D while you’re at it?”

“Can i?”

Izuku winks at him. “If you take these like a good boy.”

Yeah, Katsuki has never scoffed down pills as fast as he did now, so imagine his disappointment when Izuku merely gives him a peck on the cheek before turning to leave.

What the fuck. He’s never felt so betrayed.

“You promised,” Katsuki says petulantly. “At least give me a proper kiss.”

He watches in satisfaction as Izuku turns back to him and sighs.

“You’re such a big baby,” His husband complains, but leans down to press a chaste kiss on Katsuki’s lips. “Sleep, or i won’t be here when you wake up.”

“I’ll divorce your ass,” He grumbles, pouting when Izuku gives him a pointed look. “Fucking fine, i’m sleeping!”

He’s not though. Well, until Izuku steps out of the room, he’s going to be as awake as he can so he can watch that mighty fine ass leave. It really is a great ass, Katsuki thinks, peeking from one slightly opened eye. How-

“Kacchan!”

Fuck, he’s been caught.

Katsuki tries to look less guilty when Izuku strides towards his bedside once more, arms crossed and mouth pinched into a thin line.

“I’m not leaving until you sleep,” He says sharply. “Kacchan, you really need to sleep to get better.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Katsuki says, fighting the sudden urge to close his eyes, because fuck why are his eyelids suddenly so heavy? “I want to talk more.”

“We can talk when you’re better,” Izuku says, and oh no, his voice suddenly sounds so far away. “Sleep, Kacchan.”

“But-!”

“Sleep,” Izuku says again, gently pushing him backwards. His head hits the pillow and then everything goes black.

The last thing he sees are those wide, sparkling green eyes before he lets his consciousness get pulled under.

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Eijiro plays the video for Katsuki when he visits him the day after he’s discharged and Katsuki nearly burns the whole apartment down with his second-hand embarrassment.

“I did not just ask if you have a footlong, what the fuck.” Katsuki whispers, horrified. He wants to go back in time and strangle himself. “Fuck you, Shitty hair, delete that.”

“Nah,” The damn bastard leaps out of his reach, and Katsuki is way too comfortable to catch his ass so he flips him off instead. “This shit will go down in history, my man. It's priceless.”

Izuku, his little shit of a husband, is still laughing even after the video ends. Katsuki would know, because the green-haired male is currently curled up next to him, and he can feel his whole body shaking.

“For what it’s worth, I thought it was cute.” Izuku says, wiping the tears away from his eyes. “I was worried sick when you came in all bloodied and unconscious, but it was a relief to see you be your usual self.”

Eijrou stops sipping his tea and stares.

Katsuki has the sudden urge to blast himself to space.

“What,” Eijiro says carefully, setting his cup down. “Did you say?”

Izuku doesn’t seem to catch wind of the situation - or maybe he does, since Katsuki didn’t marry him for his innocence - because he cocks his head to one side, and says, “Kacchan occasionally-mmph!”

Eijiro never gets to hear what Katsuki occasionally does; he’s too busy vacating their apartment like his ass is on fire because knowing his best friend, it might just be if he’s late by a fraction of a second.

He slams the door shut and prays Izuku makes it out alive.

Posted on AO3 too :D

[softer-ua]

Aaaah duck, got hit with another AU like a spear in the head.

This is more of an half assed one. Sorry not sorry if it's not good enough lmao.

Ok so, Bkdk AU middle school + temporary memory loss Quirk + someone actually filmed it.

Ok so, I've seen lot's of fics where Katsuki is the one with the memory losses, so this time, it's Izuku.

They are in middle school. You know how their relationship is in this time. BUT Instead of Katsuki having his head up his ass, he's just pretending to be like this for Izuku to quit being a hero bcz he doesn't want the nerd to get hurt and bcz he's quirkless. So he did the only thing his Kid emotion stunned brain can think of and that's constantly reminding the nerd to just give up, in his Bakugou way.

He doesn't know what he's doing is kinda bullying. Izuku became jumpy and scared, not knowing Kacchan had good intentions (?) And stuff like that.

But one day, the nerd was so late, Katsuki begins to worry about what happened to him bcz, the nerd won't skip a day in his life even if he had a fever.

Izuku walked into class very late with the teacher. Ofc the teacher was all like "Midoriya got hit with a quirk that makes him forget about his memories temporary, he won't be able to remember anything when the quirk wears off but he still knows his facts and bla bla bla he's still going to attend class and bla bla bla treat him nicely."

And just then, Izuku flashed a bright genuine smile to everyone in the class and Katsuki froze because.

When was the last time did the nerd smile like that?

And like, Izuku then sits down in the empty seat in the back where he's not assigned to sit.

And ofc one of the fuckers mockingly told Izuku that he was in the wrong seat, but Izuku, not knowing he was being kicked bcz of his temporary memory loss, asked where he'd normally sat, the fucker was caught of guard bcz Izuku never talked back.

And then. Katsuki was the one who said "you sit behind me, nerd." And Izuku lights up like a fucking Christmas tree again and Fuck, Katsuki's heart can't take it.

Ofc when lunch came in, They were all going to the cafeteria, Katsuki was already surrounded by his usual lackeys, but then.

Izuku approach Katsuki as if he'd never feared him, asking him, with his fucking smile, if he could eat lunch with THE BAKUGOU KATSUKI. While looking at Katsuki with his big doe eyes fuck—

The lackeys behind Katsuki laughed and whispered about how, Deku could ever ask that when he had his memories. They were about to mock and make fun of Izuku when suddenly Katsuki just agrees.

"whatever nerd." Then walks off, then turns around again "oi, are you following or what?" And Izuku just beams bcz this, this feels kinda familiar, so he skipped up to Katsuki, besides him, and they both walked towards cafeteria as if they were best friends.

Extra 1 and 2 were shocked, confused, and slightly terrified (?).

And then this shit keeps happening for a week, both Katsuki and Izuku hanging out everywhere they go. In lunch, walking to another class, going home, you name it.

Everyone was weirded out by Izuku's sudden friendliness bcz of the memory loss but they understand that but they were slightly terrified by the soft (-est he could possibly get) Katsuki, as they get along.

Izuku, not knowing he calls Katsuki, 'Kacchan' so he settles for Katsuki bcz the way they acted, they seemed close and stuff. And Katsuki kept having this light blush on his face whenever Izuku calls that. But he sense a feeling of longing, bcz he knows this is temporary, once the quirk wears off, they'd have to go back to things as they were.

And that breaks Katsuki's heart.

so he makes the most of it as it lasts. They were walking home and suddenly Katsuki kissed Izuku, Izuku was shocked would be an understatement, but... It felt... Right? He hesitantly kissed back as well.

Katsuki didn't expect Izuku to kiss back, so when he pulled away, Izuku asked if they were dating before he lost his memories

Ofc it would totally be embarrassing to tell him that he wasn't bcz what kind of loser kisses their crushes with memory loss out of the blue?!?

So he said yes and Izuku laughed lightly, before holding Katsuki's hand, a blush settles on his cheeks, Katsuki felt his face warmed too.

Both silently continued to walk home, holding hands, feeling content.

And that was the last time they ever came physically close to each other.

The next week, Katsuki had already woken up early to go to school, now there are most of his classmates there in the classroom when suddenly Izuku entered.

Shoulders hunched, head low, trying to keep his form as small as possible, walking quickly to his seat, not saying good morning to Katsuki like he did for the last week.

Like old times.

And that's when Katsuki knew that the quirk had worn off. The teacher came inside and asked Izuku if he remembers anything.

He said he didn't.

And for some reason, that broke Katsuki's heart more.

No one talks about what happened that week bcz they were scared how Katsuki will react so they kept quiet. No one knows about the kids they both shared (or so they thought—)

And things went back to 'normal'. or as normal as they could be. Izuku was getting bullied less by Kacchan, more ignored that anything for the rest of the year.

Time skip to the future where they are now both in their 2nd year in UA, they are proper rivals and friends (?), They get along nicely now, with only a slight playful banter from time to time.

When they were both on shopping duty, they ran into some old classmates of theirs, Katsuki's lackeys, ofc Katsuki was at the other section of the grocery store while Izuku was at the opposite.

And he bumped into them, literally. Ofc there were some apologises and shit and whatnot and then they finally asked if he was ever told what happened during that time he was hit with an amnesia quirk, ofc Izuku said no.

But then one of them told Izuku that they had FILMED IT, supposedly as a joke and stuff, but Izuku was like 'i wanna know!' and they passed the video to Izuku and hurriedly left the grocery store.

When they get back, he went to his room early to watch those videos, and he was shocked by what he had witness.

Then, from the last clip. The cameras was behind a tree it seemed. They were filming middle school Izuku and Katsuki walking home, Izuku felt a bit mad bcz this seemed like a intimate moment for them to just film but watching it.

Then suddenly Katsuki kissed Izuku in the video.

Then the cameras wobbled and stop.

And so did Izuku's mind. His face was cherry red, he felt his heart beating really fast, he still stared at the black screen but he thought nothing of it, all he could ever thought was kacchan, kacchan his crush since forever—

had kissed him.

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Hhhhhhng my braincells told me to stop now bcz they could not think of anything anymore, but I hope you enjoy! You can think of an ending if you wanna lol.

I love your little stories they’re the best 😄 thank you for sharing 💛