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heareriissmau · 4 months ago

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❧ ❝pseudo alliance❞

mha kacchako!smau

disclaimer: if you don't like kacchako step away. this smau is only for fun. also this is gonna be filled with a lot of curses or expletives because bakugo.

genre: comedy, romance, slow burn, crack, tooth-rotting fluff summary: After the big war of today's generation, the popularity of Class 2A skyrocketed even before their debut as Pro-Heroes. Which comes with a price. The most popular students in class are getting way too much attention to the extent of being stalked. So, the students brainstormed ideas on how put a halt on these harrassments. Or; Class 2A opts for Bakugo and Uraraka to fake date to get rid of each other's strange fans. ship: Bakugo Katsuki x Uraraka Ochako (My Hero Academia)

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word count: 1,720

katsuki semi-slams the cluster of books on the table. not loud enough to be glared at by the librarian for the second time, but loud enough to express his vexation over his project partner's tardiness. it has been well over 5 minutes, where the hell is she?

he pushes his phone away with a grunt, opening one of the books to start studying. twenty minutes already passed. he's never one to waste time.

thinking about this had him pissed off again.

"she's in charge of collecting homework today." the two-toned boy sitting across katsuki reminded, not sparing a single glance at the latter. "just saying. in case you forgot."

katsuki huffed through his nose. "of course i knew that." he did not. he did forget, so he mentally forgave his cheeky partner for not showing up at the designated time. doesn't change the fact that ochako didn't bother give him a heads up before she left!

"guess it's fine she isn't here yet," the raven-head sitting beside shoto spoke and rested a palm over her chin, observing the blond. katsuki noticed neither of them mentioned ochako's name on purpose. kyoka continued, leaning a little closer to whisper, "not much onlookers today."

she made a good point. it's rare on occasion to see the library be not filled to the brim with curious students openly watching them like hawks. it was a curse to be popular.

"aren't you a girl, too?"

"probably not."

katsuki raised his eyebrow at kyoka for the dumb response, which the raven-head shrugged at in deadpan.

it's 'cause kyoka is taken.

guess fangirls knew to respect a relationship, even if one hasn't been established yet. this left a shudder down the blond's spine. the word 'dating' has been haunting him recently. let's think about something else.

why isn't uraraka ochako here yet?

katsuki has already had the one page he's been reading over and over memorized while waiting. he could've started by himself but she borrowed his laptop to work on her part of the report. this was getting nowhere. he checked the time on his phone. 5:45 pm.

"if you need her so bad, why don't you go look for her?"

he absolutely did not like the teasing tone underneath kyoka's voice and it didn't help that he found her smiling at him like a damn cheshire cat. she's definitely mina's friend.

the twitch on katsuki's eye was beyond his control. "she ain't lost." he checked the messages on his phone for good measure, earning a snicker from the girl.

"it seems to me you're worried about her," shoto finally spoke again while taking his time writing notes for his report. "the way your leg has been bouncing up and down under the table the last several minutes is annoying, bakugo."

katsuki didn't even realize his anxiety was showing. wait, anxiety? who's anxious?! god-

fine.

he considers ochako a friend now, maybe. a friendship orchestrated by a frog every lunch break. whatever. sure. it's harmless to admit he's worried about her whereabouts and it's not weird just because she's a girl.

girls are so fucking weird.

"she could be terrorized by that kid that likes her, for all i know," katsuki blurted out of nowhere.

"so you are worried about her?" kyoka questioned.

"whatever you wanna call it." katsuki was tired.

"how sweet. hope you get worried about me, too." katsuki considered shoving a book in shoto's mouth.

"anyway, if it helps," kyoka's earlobe jack slithers back up to its original length and twirls it around at the blond like a pointer finger casting a spell at him. "there's a familiar giggle i heard in the hallway. that should be her."

as if on reflex, katsuki stood up from his seat, catching the attention of both his classmates. he blinked.

"i'mma go piss."

"gross."

"sure. of course, you are."

he nodded at no one, "be right back," and exits the library. he paid no mind to the stares bored onto his back by those two. they already know where he's actually headed anyway.

shoving both his hands in his pockets, katsuki walked down the halls and roamed his eyes discreetly around the long corridor. also completely passed the restrooms as he did. he'll go later. from a few feet away, he finally found the very girl he's wondered where the hell has been all this time, talking with a dude.

jesus, could you tell her to get a room? katsuki rolled his eyes before turning around about to leave her there until ochako saw him. her cheery, jolly expression then immediately turned sour. she widened her eyes at him, brows furrowed, lips pursed tightly. katsuki thought she looked like she was about to let out a fat shit while the dude with her was turned away, trying to find something from his backpack.

wait.

ochako's expression now looked like she was about to cry while letting out a fat shit. he pieced it together. right in front of her was the same dude trying to get into her pants even after getting rejected over and over. from the looks of it, she could be signalling katsuki to offer her help.

now, what was he supposed to do???

he scratched his head and watched as ochako still made a crying face at him. flailing an arm to get him to come until she quickly snapped out of it, back to her fake smile when her stalker turned to her again and gave her unwanted undivided attention. katsuki was very tired.

"oi, cheeks."

he finally approached. the stalker turned to the direction of the voice and flinched at the sight of the very bakugo katsuki looming behind him. that's right, get scared. "i've been waiting for an hour for you and this is where you've been?"

that wasn't a lie. though an hour was an exaggeration, but nevertheless the sense of relief painted on ochako's face was absolutely priceless. what have they been talking about for her to react like this from getting found?

"sorry, bakugo-kun! a bunch of stuff happened so," the brunette sheepishly responded and slid away from the other kid. she stood right next to katsuki like a little cat that got sprayed with water.

she turned back to the first year, presenting her usual chirpy self, "anyway, asahi-kun! what were you saying?" as if she actually cared about what he said at this point.

the kid, apparently called asahi, had his mouth agape. his eyes shifted back-and-forth from ochako to katsuki. must have been confused by the combination. "i was about to ask if you're free to go to an exhibit with me this friday?!" the ahashi kid held out the tickets to her face.

ochako made this strange apologetic look as she said, "oh, i'm sorry. we're workin' on our assignment. i'm sure you'll find somebody else to hang out with!"

oof.

wow, she's had it, huh?

that is not something ochako would usually say.

the look of confusion rather than dejected sadness that resulted on the azashitty's face was katsuki's answer. he must've been incredibly egotistic to only be confused ochako had rejected him. "then what about another day? are you free-"

alright. katsuki got the gist of it.

"are we done here?"

his voice exploded from the patience that has been lost since he left the library, startling the kid in the process. "she said no, didn't she? the hell are you still yapping for? you really think over-insisting would get her to say yes? you made out of fucking gold or something?"

"don't be too loud, bakugo-kun."

"wh- w- what's it to you?! m- mind your own business!" he looked like he was about to pee on the spot. a wimp, after all.

"'mind my own business,' he says," katsuki scoffed, maintaining eye contact with the first year. indimidation works so why not use more of it. "what if i told you it is my business? i'm the one she's hanging out with this friday anyway." it's for their project but he can be smug about that too.

ochako badly wanted to roll her eyes to the back of her head, but she didn't. "let's just go to the library." she tried to avoid the whole debacle and go back but katsuki held her in place. he wrapped an arm around her neck.

this felt ominous.

"y- you? okay? what's that supposed to mean?" the kid seemed to be bothered at the sudden skinship. ochako and katsuki were always seen together, in the same group of friends. to add, ochako has always been the clingy type of friend. she's found to be linking arms with, holding hands with, resting her head against her closest friends from class but never with katsuki. the very dude that disliked skinship, a complete opposite of ochako.

so, what's going on right now could very well be a nightmare fuel.

ochako sighed. "well, he isn't wrong.

"we're partners fo-"

"we're dating."

there was silence.

the partners made eye contact. one just as surprised as the other. ochako stared right at him with crazy eyes. katsuki guessed she must've been losing it inside.

"WHAT?" but not as much as the kid before them.

the blond decided to stand his ground, breaking eye contact with the girl in his arm. "yeah," his voice cracked.

"uraraka-senpai!" the kid shifted his attention to the poor internally spiraling ochako. he just doesn't stop, doesn't he? "since when? why haven't you told me anything?! all this time i've just been stupidly chasing over someone that's taken?!"

ochako's eyebrows furrowed at the demand for an explanation. as well as the absurdity of this conversation. especially from a literal extra. "i think we're done here, asahi-kun. i would like for you to stop bothering me anymore, or i will actually call faculty on you."

ochako unhooked katsuki's arm dangling around her and held his hand, pulling him to the library with her. they walked silently, or not considering the incoherent shouts coming from a certain student.

just now did katsuki realize what he had done.

"holy fucking shit."

ochako stopped to give him a blank stare.

"... my bad."

"remember this is your fault."

"fine."

both students decided it was best to not proceed with their previous objective back at the library.

⸻ part 10: patience wasn't the key

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heights alliance secrets:

denki cried on priv, asking kyoka to unblock him. he apologized.

kyoka was eavesdropping. shoto, too.

toru sent ochako one-word messages frantically that it amounted to over 50 messages notified on ochako's end.

katsuki was then given another reason to save ochako's number.

oh and they went to the courtyard because acads comes first. also, ochako needed some time to chill before coming back to the dorms and be met with interrogation.

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stellar-imagines · 3 years ago

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝stupid rumour.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

「 Bakugou who has a crush on you ― the transfer student who has trouble speaking and writing Japanese but can understand the language He helps you on your language skills and develops a crush on you. Then you heard rumours of Bakugou liking Uraraka and you started become distant.」

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

"I thought I told how to do this one so many times and how did you manage to fuck it up?" Bakugou groaned, looking through your midterm paper.

"I'm really trying my best but kanji is just no good for me alright?" you grumbled, snatching the paper from his hands. It was quite embarrassing to be struggling with Japanese literature and other subjects.

Sure you were born and raised in Japan but due to some business issues, your family had to move to [Preferred Country]. And to be honest, you spent most of your life in [Preferred Country] instead of Japan so you weren't really familiar with kanji at all. It wasn't only kanji, its just the Japanese language in general. You didn't have much problems talking but when it comes to reading and writing, it was a problem so when it comes to studying, you were in big trouble. You have been whining about failing your tests and Bakugou — who happened to be your personal tutor. He got tired of your whining and decided to help you in hopes of making you shut up.

You can't really tell why Bakugou decided to help you in the first place. The two of you never got along that well to begin with. The ash blonde was very competitive by nature and when you showed promise during training, he seemed to have made you his target somehow. Bakugou never actually cared about the people in the class but you were different somehow. He was always easy to rile up and you enjoy messing around with him sometimes. It was almost safe to say that you spend most of your time with him.

Since the day you transferred into UA, you struggled with your studies. Kanji now appeared to be an alien language to you and during tests, you struggled to understand the question. Bakugou picks up the scattered paper on your desk one by one, skimming through your mistakes and assessing your performance. You didn’t do that bad and only failed Japanese History and Literature. Your scores were really low and it barely hit the passing mark.

Sometimes you like to think that you and Bakugou had something special but you're just a transfer student. Bakugou and Uraraka probably have a relationship that you could never understand. He respects Uraraka's strength after that one incident during the Sports Festival tournament. You stared at the two who happened to be queueing for lunch, having a conversation that you can't hear from where you were sitting. After a while, you took your eyes off them and sipped your drink.

"Do you think he likes her, [First Name]?"

"I'm sorry what?" you blinked, turning your attention towards Hagakure who sat across you.

"I'm talking about Ochaco-chan and Bakugou-kun!" the invisible girl gushed, her sleeves waving about to show her excitement. You blinked a couple of times, unable to process. Judging from her tone, you assumed that she thought you understood what was going on between the two. However, that wasn't the case, you yourself are clueless.

"But [First Name]-chan and Bakugou-kun are close in their own way too! Something going on between the two of you?" Ashido who was sitting next to you decided to direct the topic towards you instead.

"Nothing is going on between us. In fact, I think at some point he's gonna stop teaching me because of how I always disturb him." you muttered with a chuckle.

"Typical Bakugou. You can still join our studying sessions if you want. My offer still stands." Yaoyorozu smiled gently. You shook your head in response and gave the same answer as you did when the black haired girl proposed the idea to you.

Originally, it was Aizawa who forced Bakugou to tutor you in the first place. You had failed your tests miserably at first and your homeroom teacher seemed to notice that you struggled with communication sometimes. And Aizawa had this crazy idea to assign Bakugou to tutor you. He had hoped that the ash blonde will grow to become more social and cooperative. Honestly, you thought that it was such a bad idea at first. Bakugou was very rough with his words, impatient and is short tempered. You've tried to be nice and dismiss his behavior but at some point you just found him very amusing. You weren't sure if the two of you actually got along well or not.

However, you like to think that you both are actually on good terms. Even though he gets frustrated whenever you struggle to solve a question, he would leave you alone and give you pointers. He also likes to reward you with small treats like your favorite snacks and drinks. Bakugou also pays attention to your behavior a lot. Since the two of you are always studying everyday after school, there will be times where you will be so worn out from training. If that's the case, Bakugou will go easier on you.

"I've heard from someone that Bakugou has feelings for her since first year." Hagakure whispered as she saw Uraraka approach the table. The conversation was cut short when your brown haired friend arrived at the table with her pork katsu don. She looked between everyone, wondering why you all grew silent all of a sudden.

"What were you guys talking about?" she asked, taking a seat next to you. Acting completely natural like a smartass you were, you decided to just continue eating your lunch as if you were never a part of the conversation to begin with.

"We were talking about how there's this rumour of Bakugou having a crush on you since first year." Ashido chirped. Uraraka let out a noise akin to surprise before waving her hands defensively.

"Wh-Wha!? That's not possible!" she said quickly before glancing over at the ash blonde and then towards you.

"Why not?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"W-Well, that's because....." the girl seemed a bit nervous and you see her glancing at Bakugou a couple of times.

You rested your elbow on the table, letting out a knowing hum. It didn't take long for you to get the hint that Uraraka might actually reciprocate his feelings. A small frown was etched on your face as you looked away from the girl seated next to you. Bakugou would never just suddenly stop to stare at someone, especially knowing that he can be caught staring. It was just as you had suspected earlier. 'To think that I thought there's something special between me and Bakugou.' you thought to yourself, keeping yourself out of the conversation while the girls teased Uraraka for getting so defensive.

The next day, Bakugou was packing his things and thinking ahead. He could already hear you grumbling something to yourself as you cleared your own desk, preparing to head back. There was a homework assigned to everyone and you will — for sure — be begging him to help you with it, even though its due in 2 weeks and you have plenty of time. Just as he was about to call out your name, Kaminari and Kirishima approached his desk.

“Hey Bakugou! Some of us are planning to go watch a movie after school, want to join?" Kirishima asked. Bakugou raised an eyebrow at this, looking slightly annoyed.

"Why would I wanna go with you extras?" the ash blonde grumbled.

"Because it will be fun! Everyone is coming right?" Kaminari turned towards the group of girls that has gathered around your desk.

"Yeah, most of us are!" Ashido chirped happily.

"Come on Bakugou-kun! I think its a great opportunity for you and [First Name]-chan to take a break once in a while. And besides, she's been looking forward to this movie." Uraraka told the ash blonde.

Bakugou glanced over at you, seeing that you were somewhat looking forward to relax today. It was Friday, and probably the best day to take a break from all that studying. The ash blonde had been pushing you a bit too hard and maybe this is his chance. Bakugou reluctantly agreed but not before telling them to not chose some stupid movie. He shook his head, telling himself that he's not doing this just because he thinks that you deserve a break and that he likes you or anything. Just as he finished packing, he looked over towards you, seeing Hagakure approach your table with a skip.

"[First Name], let's go watch a movie! Even Bakugou is joining! Ochaco-chan just invited him." she exclaimed, motioning to the ash blonde who glared back at her. Your excitement died down a bit, glancing between your invisible friend and Bakugou.

"Um, I think I will pass! I think I'm gonna start with that homework we're given, it's gonna take me a while to finish that after all." you said, quickly gathering your items.

Seeing you leave the class quickly made him confused. Uraraka muttered about how weird it was for you to skip out on going out, especially knowing that you were all going to go watch a movie that you have been looking forward to for so long. Bakugou decided that it was not worth his time to think too much into it and leave you be. He's not your babysitter and it doesn't matter to him what you do anyways. All while he was watching movie, he was thinking about how you should've been here watching the movie.

Just when he thought your behavior on that day was only you not being your normal self ― you did something that he had never expected before. It happened on the day after the movies. He had already expected you to be knocking onto his door and begging him to explain to you about all the homeworks that were given and about that Science quiz on Monday. Sure you came to his room with a handful of your notes and textbooks ― like usual. Your hair was slightly messy from hurrying to meet up with him at the same time ― like usual. It was nothing out of the ordinary, something you both were accustomed to. You always came late, looking like you just rolled off the bed and went straight here.

It was the same old routine until he heard those words.

"Sorry Bakugou! I'm going to be studying with Momo-chan today, she's offered to partner up for the Japanese History project." you announced.

"Hah?" was all Bakugou could only respond with. He was confused. Normally, you would be begging him to become your partner because you're so used to him. What has changed in you?

"Also.....she offered to help me with my studies so you don't have to waste your time on me anymore. Thanks, Bakugou. I won't be bothering you starting from today onwards." you bowed and quickly left him behind.

'Whatever, I don't care.' was what Bakugou said to himself.

There was so much that he wanted to tell you. But he made no effort to call out to you as you hurriedly made a run for it to the elevator. He shouldn't be bothered by this so much. After all, he was only teaching you because Aizawa told him to. The ash blonde told himself that over and over but he couldn't help but longingly stare at your back as you ran away from him as if he was the plague. 'There's no turning back on this. I made up my mind to not be a burden anymore!’ you told yourself. From that point on, you made it a goal to not interact with Bakugou at all.

He was already confused to why you decided to have him to stop tutoring you in the first place. Bakugou didn't seem to bothered by it that much but it did make a lot of people ask him about what happened between the two of you. The two of you were normally seen together most of time and to see you both on your own is just weird. You were now spending time with the girls most of the time and instead of Bakugou, you had moved on to asking other people to assist you with homework.

He wasn't going to lie but the thought of you running to others and asking for help didn't sit well with him.

Today after school, you were seen in the common area doing your homework together with Yaoyorozu. Bakugou had went down from his room to get himself a drink. Now that he doesn't have to teach you anymore, he was much more free. He could finish his homework much faster than usual. Bakugou watched as you grinned happily after being praised for getting some work done. On his way to the kitchen, he passed by Kirishima who looked like he was taking a break from his own studying.

"Hey, did you two have an argument or something?" Kirishima asked Bakugou who had opened the fridge to get his drink.

"Hah? What you on about?"

"I'm talking about [First Name]. All of a sudden you stopped partnering with her and tutoring her." the red haired mentioned as he looked over at you.

"Why should I care what she does anyway? She's not my girlfriend!" he said, glancing at you in hopes that you did not hear him at all. Lucky for him, you were too immersed in the conversation that you were having with your partner to even care about what was going on in the kitchen.

"But don't you both like each other or something?"

"Who said that!?"

"It's pretty obvious, bro."

Bakugou really doesn't want to admit it but he really likes you ― a bit too much that its starting to get obvious. He was now starting to get worried that you might catch on to his feelings. He looked at you for a moment, watching as you worked on a few tough questions, eyes narrowed at the book in front of you. It was a habit that he learned after being with you for so long and he never said it out loud but you look very cute like that. After a while, Midoriya and Uraraka joined you and Yaoyorozu. Bakugou's eyes narrowed at Midoriya who was helping you with some of the questions.

That should've been him! ― was what he told himself.

Little did he know, you heard the commotion in the kitchen. Though whatever Kirishima and Bakugou was talking about was unknown to you, you could feel them looking at you. Shaking your head in response, you reminded yourself that you vowed to not get in Bakugou's way anymore. When Midoriya and Uraraka joined your study session, you decided to just focus on your homework now. You can’t lie about the fact that you missed Bakugou’s company. Even though he was always impatient and complaining about how slow you are, he never once left you on your own. Not to mention, he was surprisingly a great teacher.

The Bakusquad ― Bakugou never really liked and approval of that name ― were hanging out in the common area. Bakugou was here against his will, dragged by Kirishima and Kaminari who wanted to play some games together. At the dining table, a few students from Class 1-A were gathered around sharing some treats while the Bakusquad played some games by the couch. Bakugou was seated on one end of the two seater sofa, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and rethinking his life choices.

"There was this rumour that you like Uraraka or something." Kirishima mused while he looked through his phone.

"What?" Kaminari suddenly perked up, drawing his attention away from the video game.

"Hah?" Bakugou raised an eyebrow.

”I’m talking about Bakubro here!” the red head male spoke a bit louder to gain the other boys’ attention.

”Oh now that you mention it, I remember! There was this rumour going on about Bakugou liking Uraraka or something.” Sero piped up, not drawing his eyes away from the game he was playing against Kaminari.

“I thought Bakugou was dating [Last Name] already.” Kaminari pointed out.

”I know right?! I know they both like each other but are afraid to admit it.” Kirishima added in with a triumphant smile.

“No one fucking said that.” Bakugou glared at the boys who began to give him the looks.

”Come on, you were so overprotective of her at that one time when we studied in the library together!” Kirishima started, now his posture upright and eyes filled with determination.

”Oh right! When there were these random people hitting on her, you sure told them off!” Kaminari added to Kirishima’s anecdote.

”But there seems to be some tension between the two of you right now.” the blonde hummed, pausing the game to turn his attention to the conversation.

It took him that conversation to actually realize how much your ignorance has affected him. Not only did you decide not to ask for his help anymore, but you made it your mission to avoid him at all costs. You avoided sitting with him during lunch, not partnering up with him during hero training and clearly turning down invites from your friends whenever you hear that Bakugou will be joining as well. He had confronted you in front of everyone, demanding you to meet up with him.

And of course, it was hard to run away when he asked you right in front of everyone. The only solution Bakugou came up to get you back and clear this up was to confess his undying love to you.

You were really nervous to talk to him and for some reason, you had a feeling that you were going to have your heart broken. Bakugou, by all means, isn't oblivious and notices a lot of things around you. So it was no surprise that he realized that something is up with you and that you are ignoring him. He probably has figured out the reason behind you avoiding him already. And you couldn't help but think your reason was really dumb.

“Look, I have no idea what you’re telling but let me just say this.” you started it first, as you don’t wanna regret not saying anything any sooner.

”But I want to tell you that I don’t want to get in your way anymore. And I approve if you want to date Ochaco-chan." you were fiddling with your fingers. So you were aware of this rumour but never made the move to ask Bakugou himself if this was true and decided to just blindly believe in some stupid rumour that some random extra had spread. Bakugou almost wanted to strangle whoever did this because it gave you stupid ideas.

"You are a fucking idiot for believing in some extra's words instead of asking me. Why the hell did you avoid me instead of confront me about the rumours, hah?" the ash blonde was trying his best to remain calm and patient.

"Because.....I was afraid that those rumours are true." you admitted.

"And I'm here to tell you that its not fucking true. Round Face is madly in love with fucking Deku and she's not even trying to hide it. Everyone fucking knows that." he told you.

"So you don't like her?" you asked.

"Stop doubting my words." he flicked your forehead. You shut your eyes and rubbed at the sore spot, muttering a few words about how unnecessary that forehead flick was. Seeing how you looked very unconvinced with his words, his hands squeezed your cheeks together and forced you to make eye contact with him.

"Listen to me, you little shit. I am going to say this once and I am not going to repeat this. Because I have no fucking idea why you are so blind to all of this. You can be dumb at lot of things and frankly, I'm glad that you are." he sighed and you let out a gasp, offended by his words.

"Hey, I'm not dumb―" he cuts you off by squeezing your cheeks to the point where your words were all muffled.

"You're so helpless in your studies without me, its like you can't live without me. But it makes me feel special because you never ask someone else for help and always look for me. Even though you're shit at your studies, you have a really freaking strong quirk. You can be so fucking annoying and drive me insane sometimes but goddamn, how can you be so fucking adorable at the same time?" Bakugou started to get a bit frustrated now and he almost couldn't believe the words he was saying right now.

You reached to grab his hands and pried them off your face to allow yourself to speak.

"I am not going to listen to you do this any further―"

Once again, Bakugou cuts you off by leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips. You were startled but after a brief seconds, you started to kiss him back. It's what you imagined it to be like, sweet yet fiery at the same time. You melt into the kiss, lifting a hand to cup his cheek while he cards his hand through your hair. You were the one to pull away first, taking a deep breath and you held your gaze. Bakugou looks oddly calm but you could see the red tint on your cheeks that was starting to reach the tips of his ears.

"You're red."

"Oh shut up, you're ruining the fucking mood."

Total: 3593 words Published: 07.06.2021

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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shallow or deep

— “Why would you want a guy with such a large and disgusting burn?” he whispered, his tone thoroughly rejected, broken. It was then that it hit you: did he think he wasn't good enough for you. —

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, angst (insecurities), cursing

word count: 2,544

a/n: I took the shouto has an insecurity over his scar even if it isnt that deep headcanon and ran with it, I hope yall enjoy this!!!! its been awhile since ive managed to write a fic in a single day!!!

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“You’re quite the handsome man!”

“Oh, thank you.”

“But that scar... don’t you want to get that fixed? I know someone with a quirk who can fix that up for you!”

“Thank you for your concern, but I think I am content with it.”

“Without a doubt, you are by far one of the most attractive Pro Heroes to have existed!”

“Thank you for your compliment, but I think it’s my ability to—”

“Don’t you think you would look hotter without your scar? Have you ever considered getting it removed?”

“...no, I haven’t…”

“Just imagine how Shouto would look like without his scar, here are some edited pictures for reference!”

“Wow, if I didn’t want to give him my life already, I would sell my soul to the devil to get with a scarless Shouto…”

“I don’t know, I think the scars sexy! Like look at it, it makes him so mysterious and badass! Guys with scars are so fucking hot! But in my opinion, without the scar? Shouto isn’t shit!”

“Guys with scars are hot, I’ll give you that, but not one-fourth of the face scars! He’s extremely handsome still, but it’s a bit tacky for the scar to be there. If it had been like Deku’s arm and hand scars — hell, even Eraserheads face scar — he would be so much finer.”

“And just how did you get your scar, Shouto?”

The American interviewer who sat in front of Shouto during this live national interview had the kindest smile on her face, but to the Pro Heroes who sat on the stage alongside Shouto could recognize that shark-like glint in her eyes. Her face was calm, tranquil, beautiful, but her eyes sent bitter acid through the Heroes mouth.

“I’ve already explained what happened in a previous interview,” Shouto spoke calmly, his fingers digging into his knees.

Your eyes looked over to your boyfriend, who seemed to be trying everything in his power to remain calm. You’d only seen this happen through a screen, never in real life.

The interviewer seemed unconcerned with his rebuttal, most likely expecting this from the man who wasn’t one for repeating big stories. Her chin tilted up almost like she was looking down on him, looking down on who he was.

“Well then, I’ll bite,” she leaned forward, and you felt on edge to attack, but a hand gripped your wrist when a cruel smirk spread on her face. “Do you resent your mother for burning you that night? How do you feel about the fact that it was your mother who ruined your charming looks?”

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The car was silent.

Your eyes tried to remain focused on the road ahead of you, but to your misplaced anger and hurt, you focused on the side of Shouto’s face every so often while he drove.

The radio wasn’t even on, something the both of you enjoyed blasting because you would sing stupidly loud and Shouto would hum along in his own mirth. The only sound heard was the tires driving against the gravel road and your irritated breathing.

The two of you had dropped off your friends five minutes ago, the once awkwardly tense car melting to this angry silence between the two of you in the front.

You hadn’t defended him on live television because Momo held you back, and Shouto allowed the interviewer to defile his family’s past abuse with her keen touch. The silence between the two of you was also irritating you.

Once the interview was done, Shouto had been the first to rise from his chair and to leave. And you were hot on his heels. You hadn’t been forgiving to Shouto when you finally corned him.

“How could you let her talk to you like that, Shouto?” you blazoned, your heart hammering in your chest, anger, humiliation, and sorrow riling you up. “She was a total fucking cunt, and you just took it!”

Shouto stared down at you, that old yet familiar distant look in his eyes — that anger that burned brighter than any fire he could produce flaming in both eyes.

“Drop it, y/n,” he all but hissed, his face stone, his tone fierce. “You don’t need to fight every single fucking thing that makes me uncomfortable.”

Those words weren’t enough to make you drop it, had it been any other fight you would have continued to press him for what was wrong with him, but it was that look in his eyes. The old look that you had sworn long ago you’d never allow to meet his eyes again.

The anger, humiliation, and broken look that he used to wear every day.

When Shouto finally parked, he didn’t hesitate to get out of the car, the door slamming loudly while you stumbled to follow after him.

But he was tall, too tall, and was in the house well before you could close your own door. It didn’t deter the way that you stormed towards the house, the devil, and god riding on your shoulder in this battle to figure out what the hell was wrong with Shouto.

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“I don’t resent my mother,” Shouto cooly stated. “It was an unfortunate accident, but fortunately, it hasn’t kept me from anything. I still have complete sight and functionality, so I’m okay. I could never resent my mother.”

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“Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” you ask, coming into the house.

This was Shouto’s house, something that Endeavor had gifted to him in his expression of apology. He and his siblings had been given their own homes the moment they turned twenty, and shortly after starting your relationship, he had asked you to move in.

You both were now twenty-three. You were neither each other's firsts on many levels, but there was no denying that this was the best relationship the both of you had. You comforted each other to no level, loved each other like no other. It was almost a shame that you didn’t have any feelings for your old classmate during high school because maybe then you’d been together for longer than a year.

But nevertheless, the two of you held no regrets. His house had become yours with him.

It was a bright place, no matter how dull the day was, it was always vivacious and warm in here.

But not now.

The door closed behind you, and you saw Shouto standing at the kitchen table, head lowered, arms tense. The world seemed grey, dull, and cold. You almost swore the house’s temperature was ten degrees cooler while you approached your boyfriend, who appeared to be trapped in his thoughts.

You neared him, your own anger diminishing slowly when you saw the shadows over his eyes, his teeth gnashing in a grit.

Sorrow, humiliation, guilt.

That’s all you could read from him, but you needed more from him.

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The interviewer seems to have expected that answer for she remains unfazed, but that predatorial glint in her eyes remains. The eyes of someone who hasn’t shown off their strongest of cards.

“How about relationship-wise? Have any of the beautiful ladies you’ve dated or have wanted to court in the past told you that you’d be much more handsome without it? Don’t you wish that you could be more normal for y/h/n?”

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“Why would you want a guy with such a large and disgusting burn?” he whispered, his tone thoroughly rejected, broken. It was then that it hit you: did he think he wasn't good enough for you.

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You stood up, the chair you were sitting on scraping loudly against the black floor. The interviewer snapped her attention on you for just a moment, eyes sparkling with the thrill of getting a dramatic reaction from someone.

But Momo and Uraraka held you down, and Sero’s tape came across your mouth to keep you from talking your mind.

“There have been words like that before,” Shouto says, his voice steely smooth. “But as you can see, I’m not dating anyone who shares those same opinions.”

The interviewer seemed to deflate at that answer, obviously not the juicy breakdown she was hoping for. She continued down the mass interview with the most successful class from UA’s hero program, and you continued to fume in your seat. Anger that couldn’t even be quieted by the sour emotions coming off of Shouto in large waves.

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“W-What?” you say almost in a horrified whisper.

Your eyes were wide, unsure if you had heard Shouto correctly. You prayed you had. A fist clenched on your chest, your gaze followed Shouto’s clouded face when he stood up completely.

“You heard me right,” he repeats, his focus on the wall. Finally, his blue and grey eyes focus on you; they’re distant, so far away, you weren’t sure if you could get him back anytime soon. A soft sigh ragged in his chest, nearly choking in his throat when he looked at you. “I was never insecure about my scar growing up… I didn’t have anything in sight except for wanting to be a hero, and hell, even through high school, it didn’t matter. No one in our class mentioned it, and I went on to believe that it while it wasn’t normal, it was in some way.” His hands found your cheeks, pressing onto them gently, and you could feel them tremble slightly. “Then I finally liked someone romantically, and we were thrust into the crazy world of media, and I realized that my burn isn’t normal.”

“S-Shouto…”

“The first person I ever dated told me they knew someone who would fix it up for me for free. The second person… well, they were an idiot and thought if we had children, the burn would be transferred over. More and more people both privately and publicly told me that I would be s-so much better without it… Do you think I’d be better without it?” his lips twisted, and you could only stare up in his eyes that seemed so far away so broken. “Even the ones who liked it, it was some weird fetish of theirs… the truth is, I don’t know how to feel about it. I shouldn’t hate it because it’s who I am, but I hate it because people always have some opinion about it, and no matter what I hear, it always pisses me off. I just… you’re beautiful, y/n. You’re the person in my life that I never want to see leave, and I know that it’s shallow to value people only for their beauty, but I’m not beautiful. Scars and burns are not beautiful, they’re ugly... My looks are decent at best, but that’s all that makes me desirable. Not you, though. You’re gorgeous, your personality and attitude never fail to make everyone feel better, and yet you’re here with me… why would you love someone like me?”

There it was.

His eyes kept to your feet as if he wasn’t worthy of staring you in the face. His hands continue to hold against you in a weak grasp, as if he pressed any harder against you, you would crumble to dust or say you hated him.

Your hands grasped his wrists, pressing his hands even more against your skin. It was an intense action, so out of the blue that his eyes snapped up to meet yours finally.

Shouto wasn’t sure what to expect when he looked at your face; he knew you were upset about the interview, and truthfully he wished he hadn’t warned Uraraka, Momo, and Sero to keep you down when those questions were asked — should they have been proposed. He also expected tears, you were always one to be more emotional than he was.

What he didn’t expect were steely yet warm eyes.

“You’re an idiot, Todoroki Shouto,” you finally speak. You took a step closer to him, your heartbeat in your throat. This was a raw Shouto standing before you. A Shouto, you had no idea how he reacted, no matter how much you knew him. So, if this was a rebuilding scene, a moment to get him to see what you saw, you would take it. “You’re right, scars and burns are ugly. They shouldn’t be romanticized. It’s also not the same as others, who take scars as a sign of overcoming hardships and victory. Your scar is one of a kind… but like you’ve said, shallow traits aren’t enough…” Your chin trembled just the slightest bit, but you couldn’t let yourself cry. No, you had to be strong for him. “You’re the kindest person I know, which knowing the saint that is Midoriya and All Might, it means a lot. I don’t mean it because you’re my boyfriend, or because I want you to feel better, but you had every reason to not be kind in your life and look at you, you’re gentle, you’re sweet. You also speak your mind, no matter what. Your opinions are valuable, and that’s why you’re such a great leader. You were made to become a hero that surpassed All Might, and you did it without ever once going down the road your father had intended for you. You did that. But if we’re going to be looking at the shallow traits, we can do that.

Your scar is a sign of growth. It’s ugly, and it’s beautiful. It’s ugly because it makes you feel like you’re not good for me. It’s ugly because it was such a dark time for you when it came. It’s ugly because it’s an insecurity. But I also see beauty. It’s beautiful because it’s another place I can tenderly love at night. It’s beautiful because who you were back then is just a scar of who you were. It’s beautiful because it’s a source of your strength despite it all. You can think whatever you want of it, Shouto, think it’s good or bad, but because it’s apart of you I have to and I choose to love it. Why would I ever want you to change who you are if you’re comfortable with it? What kind of lover would I be if I decided to love everything but one part of you?” your fingers trailed to his scarred skin, the red skin forever warm under your touch. “Shallow or deep, I will never stop loving you.”

Tears fell from his eyes, and his lips crashed against yours.

The two of you sink to the floor in this wet and sweet embrace. Lips never tearing from each other, fingers wistfully holding on, a silent prayer to each other of your devotions, and hope to never leave each other’s sides. Your fingers continued to stroke against his scar, and he held you so close until you could no longer kiss.

So your wet and bruised lips pressed against his warm scar, gentle and soft reminders that you were there for him until his faint cries became steady breathing.

Todoroki Shouto may never get over the insecurity of his scar, but he’d be damned if he thought for a second whether it was there or not, you’d love him any more or any less. You loved him entirely, and for that, he was forever grateful.

#todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha x reader

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The Fear of God... Or Auntie in this Case

5 Times Midoriya and Bakugo Mentioned their Auntie & 1 Time Everyone Met Them

Bakugo and Midoriya are childhood friends, while they don't always act like it, they have their moments where it's undeniable.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed any!

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Midoriya was in the kitchen with Iida and Uraraka drinking something after hero classes. They had fought other classmates and Midoriya had gotten his ass handed by Bakugo, who had perfected a new ultimate move.

Bakugo entered the kitchen and Midoriya smiled and waved: “Hi, Kacchan!”

“What was that pitiful performance today, Deku?” Bakugo spat as greeting, “If this is your best, I’ll be the No. 1 hero unopposed easily. It was pathetic.”

“I will work hard and beat you next time, Kacchan!” Midoriya was unbothered by Bakugo’s harshness, “Your new move was effective, but not unbeatable. I’ll get you next time.”

“You’d better try, don’t need more extra’s in my life,” Bakugo huffed.

To anyone else it would seem like an insult, but Midoriya only heard that so far he wasn’t considered an extra, which was high praise from Bakugo. So, he just smiled: “I’ll try. Also mom wants to know what you want to eat next Friday.”

“Tell her to make her super spicy curry,” Bakugo replied.

“But it’s so hot,” Midoriya whined.

“You can take it, I’ve seen you eat it without blinking before, Deku,” he huffed, “Besides, we ate katsudon last time, you don’t get to complain.”

Midoriya’s smile returned at that and he agreed: “That’s true, I’ll text her.”

“You’re eating together on the weekend you get to go home?” Uraraka asked from where she and Iida had followed the conversation from the sidelines.

“Huh, yeah, why wouldn’t we?” Midoriya said confused.

“Oh, you just don’t seem to like each other very much, that’s all,” Uraraka squeaked.

“What do you know, round-face,” Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away.

“Don’t be rude, Kacchan,” Midoriya scolded.

“Their fault for being stupid,” Bakugo shrugged then walked off, while Midoriya rolled his eyes at his actions.

When Bakugo hadleft he turned back to Iida and Uraraka and explained: “It’s a bit of a tradition to eat together on Fridays. Our moms used to be very close and Kacchan’s parents would work late on Fridays, so mom would get me and Kacchan from school and we’d eat together, because Kacchan’s parents would be home late and that way they didn’t have to cook. In return they would bring me to school on Monday mornings when my mom had to work.”

“And why are still doing it?” Uraraka asked, “Not to be rude, I just don’t get it, since you’re always fighting.”

“Ah, well, we didn’t do it in Middle School anymore, but when we both got into UA mom and auntie picked up contact again and she wanted to see me too when we got back from the dorms and mom had the same with Kacchan, so we started again,” Midoriya told her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“And you’re okay with that?”

“What?” Midoriya stuttered.

“Uraraka, don’t be intrusive, it’s unbecoming of a hero to pry into other people’s business,” Iida was seemingly back online and in scolding mode.

“Ah, sorry,” she quickly apologized.

“Don’t worry, Uraraka!” Midoriya smiled, “I guess it was weird at first, but me and Kacchan have known each other since before we could walk. We’re good now.”

And with that Midoriya left, not noticing that both Iida and Uraraka had difficulty wrapping their heads around the fact that despite everything, Midoriya and Bakugo still shared a close bond that included eating dinner with the other’s parents regularly.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t known they were childhood friends, but with how they could be around each other and how their relationship had been at the start of the year, it was sometimes hard to connect that to their classmates.

However, the dorms were shedding more light on the vast amount of time the two had spend together throughout their life.

Another instance like this happened a few weeks later. Midoriya had worked till late the day before and wasn’t up by the time most were already eating their breakfast.

Bakugo entered the kitchen and asked: “Where’s Deku? That dumbass is usually here way too early, did he already leave of something?”

Tsu said: “He went to bed late last night, I think he’s still in bed, kero.”

“Stupid,” Bakugo huffed, before grabbing a bowl, pan and some ingredients, apparently done with the topic and starting breakfast for himself.

He was plating the final pancake, everyone confused why he’d made two plates, when Midoriya stumbled into the kitchen, his uniform looking a mess as he wrestled with his hair. As he walked, he noticed the plate and his eyes lit up: “Pancakes!”

“Don’t ruin them with that stupid syrup,” Bakugo only replied as if it was completely normal that he made breakfast for Midoriya when the boy was running late.

“Syrup doesn’t ruin them, you with your boring only butter just don’t know taste,” he stuck out his tongue, swiping one of the plates.

“Oi, I can take those back, Deku,” Bakugo threatened.

“Sorry, Kacchan, thank you for the pancakes,” Midoriya bowed, quickly retreating with his prize, but not before snatching the syrup off the counter.

“Idiot,” Bakugo huffed.

Kaminari broke the confused silence with: “Since when do you make breakfast for anyone?”

“I don’t make breakfast for anyone,” Bakugo said, “I just want auntie to murder me because Deku is too stupid to make breakfast for himself and dies.”

“Auntie?” Mina asked, but she was ignored by Bakugo, who went back to eating his own pancakes and scowling at the world.

Sadly for Bakugo, his friends were a lot nosier than Midoriya’s, so when they encountered a snippet of a side of Bakugo that they didn’t know, they wanted to get to the bottom of it.

They tried asking Bakugo about it, but the boy just grumbled about them being nosy and it not being a big deal. Asking Midoriya didn’t help much either, he just shrugged that pancakes were his favorite and he and Kacchan were childhood friends.

That explained little and only added more questions.

Naturally they pestered Bokugo after that, popping up to ask questions like: “When did you two meet?” “Don’t know, too young to remember.” “Are there pictures of you two?” “None of your business.” “Is that a yes?” “Leave me the fuck alone before I blow you face off.”

So, they were pouting in the common room, brainstorming ideas when a situation arose naturally, since Midoriya was on a nearby couch playing a board game with Momo and Tokoroki.

“Can I play red?” he asked, “It’s my favorite color.”

“Sure, I want the black one, it’s stylish,” Momo said.

“Favorite color?” Tokoroki asked.

“Yeah,” Midoriya smiled, “What’s yours?”

“Never thought about it, I suppose,” Tokoroki said.

“Really?” Momo asked.

Tokoroki shrugged, while Midoriya offered: “You can pick a favorite color now. Which color do you like the best? Any color bring you joy?”

At that Tokoroki pulled a thinking face, obviously putting a bit too much thought in a such a silly question as what’s your favorite color.

It was at this moment that Bakugo entered. He spotted the unstarted board game and Tokoroki’s extreme thinking face and yelled: “Oi, Icy-Hot, what are you thinking so hard about? Finding start really that hard?”

“Don’t be mean, Kacchan,” Midoriya called back, “Tokoroki is picking a favorite color, that’s important.”

“Pshh, favorite colors are stupid and for babies, I don’t have one,” Bakugo said.

“Oh, really?” Midoriya asked, a shit eating tone creeping into his voice that made Bakugo and the others look up with suspicion, “I vaguely remember something about green being your favorite color.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Deku,” Bakugo’s tone was threateningand trying to stop the conversation.

“Really?” Midoriya said, before doing an impression of what was presumably a small Bakugo, “Please, auntie, can you make me a green birthday cake? It’s the bestest color and I want a cake with leaves on it, please, auntie?”

“Shut up!” Bakugo launched himself over the couch to tackle Midoriya, who shrieked as he tried to get away to no avail.

Bakugo mercilessly tickled him as he tried to fight him off through the giggles. Meanwhile Todoroki said: “I think I like blue best,” not noticing or caring about the spectacle that was Bakugo and Midoriya.

After the other had been threatened, Bakugo stomped off, while Midoriya could only give them the reason of being childhood friends for all this.

It was a reasonable explanation, but it was slightly unbelievable that Midoriya had only been mildly maimed in that encounter. The two of them shouldn’t work as friends, no matter how long they’d spend together.

They just shouldn’t.

There must be another reason for them to be close enough for these random encounters to happen, they just had to find it.

So, a small group was on high alert whenever the two were in the same room. They watched like hawks for something to happen that could explain their friendship, so when Bakugo got a call from his mother, no one left the room, just in case Midoriya walked in. Instead they just pretended to be absorbed in whatever they were doing while they waited.

After a few minutes their patience was rewarded, because Midoriya walked into the room right as Bakugo was saying: “Yes, I’m eating just fine, you old hag.”

“Auntie?” he asked with a shine in his eyes.

Bakugo lowered the phone for a second and rolled his eyes: “Yeah, it’s her,” before going back to the conversation with a, “I’m listening, I’m listening, geez, Izu wanted to know if it was you,” a small silence, “Yes, he’s here.”

Midoriya leaned over the back of the couch next to Bakugo on the side of the phone and called out: “Hi, auntie, how are you? Everything good with the business, I hope?”

With a sigh, Bakugo angled the phone so that both could listen to whatever his mother was saying, not even that annoyed that his private phone call got hijacked.

“Yeah, he’s eating his greens,” Midoriya chirped, earning him a glare, but Bakugo didn’t shove him off, “Still not eating the turnips though.”

“They’re gross, I don’t care what you think,” Bakugo complained, “And Izu is staying up late to do his homework.”

“That’s mean,” Midoriya pouted, before assuring Bakugo’s mother, “He’s lying, it’s just much work, but nothing unreasonable. And the only reason he knows, is because he’s still up as well. So, if I’m late, so is he.”

That did earn him a small slap from Bakugo and he exclaimed: “Ouch! Kacchan!”

There was an incomprehensible sound from the phone and with a shit eating grin, Midoriya said: “Yes, he’s hitting me, auntie. He hits hard.”

“He- he deserved that!” Bakugo protested, “And it wasn’t that hard, he’s sticking his tongue out at me.”

“No, I’m not,” Midoriya lied.

“You don’t get to team up against me with my mother,” Bakugo said.

“It’s not teaming up if you’re misbehaving,” Midoriya told him.

That was the limit for Bakugo who threw up his hands and pushed the phone in Midoriya’s grip as he got up and said: “I’m done, apparently she likes you better, you talk to her.”

Midoriya blinked a few times, before something Bakugo’s mother said snapped him out of it and he said: “Kacchan just walked off, yeah. I’ll make sure he says goodbye properly. He probably just didn’t wanna say that he loves you with the others here.”

Something Mitsuki answered made him laugh and he agreed: “He’s always been sensitive. But how are you, I feel like we haven’t talked in a while, say hi to uncle from me and to mom.”

And with that Midoriya spiraled into small talk, starting to walk around while he talked until he disappeared up the stairs, presumably to force Bakugo to say goodbye to his mom.

The people in the room were gobsmacked that Bakugo would trust Midoriya enough with his phone to just leave it with him while he stalked off, or that Midoriya would just throw Bakugo under the bus like that in front of his mother and got away with it.

Everyone who had witnessed it were now incredibly curious to what exactly happened, what their childhood must have been like. They still refused to believe that there hadn’t been anything big, but it really had just been the little things that built up.

The first time it happened both boys were four and walking back from school with Mitsuki. It was a hot summer day with the sun beating down, causing them all to sweat. So, the two little kids wanted ice cream.

Finally Kacchan decided that his friend’s miserable looks were too much, so when they passed an ice cream cart he asked his mom: “Mom, can we get ice cream?”

His mother had been dotting the last i’s on something in her phone and only vaguely picked up the noise, not actively registering the words. She snapped back into reality and said: “Hey, why don’t you boys go get some ice cream while I finish this?”

The two cheered and smiled as she handed them some money, keeping one eye on them while the other focused on her task.

“How did you do that, Kacchan?” Izu asked.

“Do what?”

“Make auntie think it was her idea to let us get ice cream,” he explained, “That was so cool!”

Kacchan realized that this was an opportunity to look cool, so he said: “I’m just awesome like that, maybe it’s my quirk. I suggest something and someone else then offers it.”

“Really!” Izu had big eyes.

“Maybe,” Kacchan shrugged, “Can you do a handstand?”

Izu felt no urge to do it, but he didn’t want to disappoint his friend, so he said: “Why don’t I do a handstand?” then after a beat, “I don’t feel anything.”

“Hmm,” Kacchan hummed, “Oh, I know, hey, do a handstand.”

“You know, I should do a handstand,” Izu still felt nothing, but he was having fun thinking of new ways to say this.

“While you’re at it, maybe do a handstand,” Kacchan giggled, he also was aware that it probably wouldn’t be his quirk and it was a fun game to do with his friend.

The two boys walked back to Mitsuki while playing their game and after that it became a thing. Whenever one had to do something and said it out loud, it was the other’s cue to jump in and suggest whatever the first had said back to them in a different way.

Midoriya and Bakugo hadn’t done it in forever, but living in the dorm had made both more comfortable around each other. So when Bakugo got up on a study evening stating that he had to grab a new pen, Midoriya didn’t even register that he countered: “Hey, why don’t you go get a new pen?”

Bakugo looked surprised for a moment then, smirked: “I was thinking of getting a new pen.”

“While you’re at it, grab a new pen as well,” Midoriya was still looking at his homework, more doing it on reflex then anything else.

“Hey, I think I’m getting a new pen.”

“Great suggestion, get a new pen too, okay?”

“I could grab a new pen now that I’m up.”

“Now that you’re up, why don’t you grab a new pen?”

“What are you two doing?” Momo interrupted them.

“Yes, you are distracting the whole class, who are trying to study,” Iida back her up with a lot of chopping movements.

Midoriya looked startled, then blushed heavily, while Bakugo grinned and left the room to grab saidnew pen. Now Midoriya was alone in front of everyone’s curious gazes.

He shrugged and said: “It’s a long story and it’s not even that funny actually. We got ice cream and stuff, but we asked auntie and then she said it and then we thought it was Kacchans quirk and I didn’t do a handstand, but we did the repeating stuff and it was funny…” he petered off into muttering, explaining nothing.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Iida said.

“It’s an inside joke,” Midoriya settled on, not thinking he’d be able to explain.

“An inside joke!” Mina repeated loudly.

The door opened and Bakugo came back with the pen in hand and Mina whipper her head around to him, making him freeze in his spot.

“Bro, not manly to lie,” Kirishima whined, “You told me, you didn’t do inside jokes.”

“And I don’t,” Bakugo told him.

“But-” Kirishima was cut off by Bakugo: “Izu is the exception, now get the fuck back to your math, you suck at it.”

“Brooo.”

After that Bakugo refused to engage with anyone and ignored the looks. Midoriya had a harder time, but he managed on the warmth of the return of the childhood nickname.

After the call with auntie, Bakugo had started calling him Izu here and there again. Midoriya was sure, he hadn’t wanted to call him Deku in front of his mom, but Midoriya felt weird, so he had settled on Izu, but after that, he had tried to not call him Deku anymore.

They were going back to when they were good, when they were equals and friends who had stupid fun. And Midoriya couldn’t be more excited.

Most accepted that neither wanted to comment on it and went back to their work. A few, however, filed this away and kept a closer eye on them.

There would be a few more instances where they found the two repeated the same thing back at eachother, or when they were getting along, or made a comment that would be weird if the other didn’t react like it wasn’t completely normal or entirely hilarious.

But they wouldn’t get any insight into why they worked as friends until both of them got hurt in a street fight.

They weren’t badly hurt, hadn’t even needed a hospital, but the fight had been televised, so after Aizawa had cleared them he said: “Your mom’s are coming over to check on you. They were worried after seeing the fight, so reassure them.”

The two immediately turned to the other with wide eyes as Aizawa left. Then class 1-A witnessed the weirdest thing to date, almost in sync the two proclaimed: “You came with the idea.”

“I said it first,” Bakugo exclaimed.

“Nu-uh, I did,” Midoriya said.

“First off, no you didn’t. Second off, even if you did, it wouldn’t make it true.”

“You threw the first punch!” Midoriya yelled.

“And you wanted to help them.”

“You did too.”

“Yeah, but you suggested it.”

“Noooo, Kacchan, auntie will scold me,” Midoriya whined.

“Yeah, but my auntie will be sad and she has the same eyes as you and I’ll feel bad,” Bakugo countered.

“What’s going on with you two?” Mina got between them, “It’s just your mothers being worried about you. You’re lucky they care so much.”

“You don’t underst-” Midoriya began, only to be cut off by the door slamming open to reveal two ladies.

“Do you two have any idea how scared I was when I saw the news,” the smaller, green haired one began, “You know I can’t watch that kind of stuff, but then it was you two as well? You will give me a heart condition if you go on like this.”

She shook both their shoulders violently, while tears streamed down her face. Neither boy could react to her, however, due to the shaking.

Mitsuki stepped in: “Hey, Inko, relax, don’t injure them with the shaking. The teachers said they were fine,” the two sighed in relief when they were released, so she added: “Don’t think you’re both not getting the scolding of a lifetime.”

Both had been pulled into a hug by Inko, so they just looked chastised over her shoulders at Mitsuki, who seemed satisfied at that.

“First injuries, though,” she said, “I know Inko won’t be able to sleep otherwise.”

Bakugo had the most visible injury of a cut on his face, so Inko started with him. She gently cupped his cheek and inspected the cut. Everyone expected him to push her off or get mad, but instead he leaned into her hands and softly greeted: “Hi, auntie.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” she said, “Your head feeling okay? The teachers said you didn’t have a concussion, but make sure to tell Izukuif you feel woozy, yeah?”

“I will auntie, it’s fine. Looks worse than it is,” he assured her.

“Did they clean this properly?” she replied.

“Yeah,” Bakugo nodded.

“Sting?”

“A bit, but it’s fine.”

“I think he’s alright, Suki,” Inko told the other woman.

While she had been checking over Bakugo, Mitsuki had taken upon her the task of scolding Midoriya: “What were you thinking, dragging Kat into a street fight with you? I know you both got your licenses and you’re proud of it, but it is not an excuse to mix yourself in every fight.”

“But Kacchan jump-” Midoriya started to protest.

Now Inko involved herself in the conversation: “No buts, young man. I support you, but I asked you to not needlessly endanger yourself.”

“And you,” Mitsuki directed herself to Bakugo assured that he was fine, “You should know better. I know you are also responsible for half the shit you got up in your childhood, but I thought you had grown out of it. I really wish you two weren’t such trouble magnets.”

“That was very irresponsible indeed,” Inko told him and while she looked like a hurt puppy, Bakugo did a pretty accurate impression in reply.

“Kacchan jumped in first,” Midoriya defended, finally getting the whole sentence of throwing Bakugo under the bus out without being interrupted.

“And you suggested it first, right?” Mitsuki didn’t even seem phased or surprised as she presented Midoriya as the prime instigator between him and Bakugo like it was a fact.

Midoriya didn’t respond so she said: “I’m taking that as a yes. You always were a sneaky one that got the two of you in trouble.”

“The ant incident was only partly my idea. Kacchan was the most adventurous, not me. He came up with a lot too,” Midoriya protested.

“That’s not true,” Bakugo said, “The ant incident was completely your fault. I still fell them crawling sometimes.” He shuddered.

“Boys, concentrate, the ant incident is in the past,” Inko interrupted them, “I don’t care who suggested it first and who threw the first punch. You both behaved recklessly and worried me. We know you’re in the hero business, but you could’ve least called to tell us you were okay.”

“Sorry, mom.”

“Sorry, auntie.”

Both were looking like properly scolded young boys, ten years being shaved off under the worried gaze of their mothers and suddenly their friendship didn’t seem so weird anymore.

With Midoriya also appointed as a trouble maker and Bakugo an unwilling victim of their own bullshit, they could see how two adventurous little kids got up to so much trouble that their mothers scolding invoked a fear that made them rush to blame the other for whatever had happened.

A lot can happen to break friendships and a lot can leave him beyond repair, but not a lot of feelings can compare to sitting in front of your mother after getting in trouble with your friend that you enjoyed too much to truly regret.

Seeing that the message had sunk in, the stern expression faded from their faces and Mitsuki asked: “I saw you landed a bit rough on the end there, Izuku. Your ankles alright?”

“Yeah, my boots protected me from most of the damage,” Midoriya assured her.

“Good,” she nodded more to herself as she checked both of themover again.

“You’ll tell a teacher if you start to feel bad, won’t you?” Inko asked.

“Yes, mom,” Midoriya said.

“And you’ll eat enough?” Mitsuki checked.

“Yes, old hag,” Bakugo rolled his eyes, with the scolding over, he was reverting back to his usual self.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook, young man. Your dad is also very mad, but he couldn’t make it, so you are just lucky,” the blonde said.

“Say hi to uncle from me,” Midoriya smiled, his mom now having pulled him into a hug.

“I will, but don’t think you’re not getting a scolding come next Friday,” she said, before hugging Bakugo and then him, giving both a kiss on the cheek before the two moms said their goodbyes.

Once they were out the door, Kaminari said: “So, what’s the ant incident?”

“WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THE ANT INCIDENT!” Bakugo roared.

#RR writing #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #inko midoriya #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #bakugo mitsuki #bakugo and midoriya #class 1-a #bnha class 1a #mha class 1a

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reogou · 4 years ago

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It's Okay | kaminari.d

requested by: @softforshigi

genre: fluff

pairing: kaminari denki x fem!reader

warning/s: swearing

a/n: at last, i finished this ekfkrmgk i'm so sorry to zoe for answering so late 😭 but i hope you like this! this was requested on my main blog (@blurby) a few months ago and i only just had the time to finish this. i hope you don't mind me changing something in your request hehe. also, a big thanks to @kingtamakimurder for beta-reading this and to @oriheartlyngchu too for helping me!

"You know, Y/N's body isn't that hot. Though she has curves, she's more on the normal size. And they aren't my type."

You raised your chin from the mention of your name, making you halt on your steps. However, when those words sunk inside your head, you gritted your teeth and glared, you inside trembling from rage and disgust. You just arrived inside your classroom and here you are, hearing those disgusting remarks from Mineta early in the morning.

"Hey, Mineta. You shouldn't disrespect Y/N like that." Sero interjected. Clearly bothered from what Mineta is saying. The other boys also started worrying, the topic too much for their liking. Tokoyami tried to stop Mineta and lecture him about his behavior. Besides, he didn't want to be here in the first place, nor talk about girl's bodies. But before he could, an intense aura stopped them all from moving, except Mineta.

"But her ass though. It's my favorite part even though-"

"M-mineta-"

"Oh really?"

Mineta froze at his place and looked at you slowly. You sent him a death glare making him shiver and step back away from you. Taking a step forward and glaring at him even more, you gritted your teeth.

You snapped.

"Most students already know how fucking disgusting you are, Mineta. But I didn't know that you could be even more disgusting. Gossiping about girl's body early in the morning, fat-shaming others who don't pass up your standards. Who the fuck are you to decide who is hotter, huh?"

You can see red in your eyes because of the intense rage you're feeling right now. It's not just because Mineta said you aren't hot. It's the fact that this has been going on for days, and the girls have shared their uneasiness whenever they heard Mineta talking and drooling over their body. It's the fact that he chooses who is hotter among the girls and bluntly saying it without shame, not even considering the girl's feelings and fat-shames everyone he finds fat and does not meet his standards. Those kinds of people are the stinkiest and just by thinking of them makes you sick.

"You know what? I've had enough of your crap. Fuck you, Mineta. Fuck you." Your voice stayed at a normal volume, but the cold tone and the emphasis of your words were enough for him to almost pass out before you sent him flying outside of your classroom. The rest of the boys was all frozen and jaw hanging because of what just happened.

The bell rang indicating that it's lunchtime already. After Present Mic dismissed all of you, the girls came up to you and invited you to eat lunch together.

"Hmm... what do you all want to eat today?" Uraraka asked, turning around just to see all of you who was behind her.

"I want to eat curry noodles today." Jiro turned to you and asked you. "How about you, Y/N?"

You were too focused on your thoughts that you didn't hear Jiro asking you.

"Y/N?" Jiro asked once again but gained no response from you.

"Hey, Y/N!" Mina tapped your shoulder making you jolt. You blinked numerous times before looking at them, confusion evident in your eyes.

"H-huh?" You stuttered. "What were you saying?" Mina sighed at your response. You're clearly out of it. It's rare to see you zone out, especially during a break.

"You okay, Y/N?" Jiro asked. She placed a hand on your shoulder to somehow help you calm down. "You're acting weird today. Is everything alright? Are you okay?"

Uraraka put her hands on your forehead to check your temperature. But your temperature is normal. Nothing's wrong. So why were you zoning out a while ago?

"Guys, it's nothing. I'm just thinking of something." You gave them a reassuring smile, trying to make them see that you're really okay. Although it was impossible to believe your smile, the girls just let you be. Maybe you just need a rest. "By the way, I'll be staying at the library, okay? Need to study for the test later! Bye!" And with that, you dash off.

Mina exhaled, hands rubbing the back of her head while looking at you running away. "Something's really bothering Y/N, don't you think?" She looked over the two girls beside her, both watching your silhouette disappear.

"I wonder if something happened this morning. They got into a fight with each other?" Uraraka placed her fingers on her chin, thinking if there was a fight that happened recently between you and Denki, your boyfriend.

"I'm just hoping everything will be okay after." Jiro could only wish for the best. If only you'll just say what's happening then maybe they could help you somehow.

As if on cue, an idea popped inside Mina's head, a smile appearing in her face. "I know! What if we ask Kaminari if they fought yesterday? That way, we can cheer Y/N up if they really fought!"

"But don't you think that's an intrusion of their privacy? After all, it's their relationship. It's none of our business." Uraraka spoke, a little nervous to mingle with your love life. However, Jiro tapped her shoulders, encouraging her that's it's okay. "Besides, do you want to see Y/N sad and bothered?"

Uraraka shook her head almost immediately. She definitely doesn't want to see you so down. After all, you're her best friend. Seeing your disheartened face is the last thing she wants.

"No. Of course not." Mina smiled at Uraraka's answer before she beamed at the two girls.

"Then it's settled! We're going to go find and ask Kaminari if he fought with Y/N!"

"Ask what now?" A voice reached the three's ears, the plan on finding Kaminari already finished because standing behind them were Bakugou, Sero, Kirishima, and of course, Kaminari, their target. Before Jiro and Uraraka could say anything, Mina already encircled her arms around Kaminari's neck, making the yellow-haired boy crouch down a bit.

"Woah! Woah!" Kaminari raised an arm in front of Mina when they almost fell down the pavement. "Hold up, Mina! Don't drag me!"

"Oi, what's this?" Bakugou said, sporting his signature look. With his eyebrows furrowed and his lips on a grim line, he glared at Mina who's still choking Kaminari inside her arms. "Hey! Answer me, extras!"

"Great timing, Kaminari!" Mina exclaimed, ignoring Bakugou's remark. "We were just about to ask you something important."

Still confused, Kaminari looked at Jiro, asking for help. The girl crossed her arms and spoke. "Did you get into a fight with Y/N?"

Upon hearing those words, Kaminari froze. Not because it's true, but because he's utterly confused now. Fight? As far as he knows, you two were still okay. In fact, your weekly date is just a few hours from now, scheduled for tomorrow morning. So where did this accusation came from?

"What? Fight? Me and Y/N? Of course not! Why would we fight?" Kaminari said, his brows scrunched up, clueless of what's going on.

"Huh? Kaminari and Y/N didn't get into a fight, Jiro. They even walked to the school together this morning." Kirishima interjects.

At this turn of event, it was the girl's turn to be confused. Mina stopped choking Kaminari's neck, letting go while Kaminari catches his breath. The girls present were confused. If you two didn't fight, then why are you so down today?

"Why would we even fight? We're totally okay." Kaminari spoke once again, eyeing the three girls as they fidget. "Did something happened to Y/N?"

"No…," Uraraka said, her voice coming out as a whisper as she looked down on her school shoes, unable to look at the yellow-haired boy. "I mean…we don't know…she seems so down today and we got worried so we were going to find you to ask you if something happened. But it turns out that even you don't know so…"

Upon hearing those words, Kaminari's eyes went wide at the news of you being so down. And the fact that you showed it at school made his heart beat fast.

He knows you. He knows you all too well. You were a bubbly person to everyone. You never showed your weaknesses to the public and even to your friends. You kept it all inside you. But when you two started dating, you learned how to open up to him. He saw how broken you were, how low your self-esteem is. So different from the Y/N everyone knew. However, showing your downside to the public has always been a no-no to you. You always wanted to hide your pain from others, even from your closest friends, and only showed it to Kaminari. Because you love him and the amount of trust you both have with each other is too immense.

"I think I know why Y/N is sad." At last, Sero spoke. In a span of seconds, all eyes were on him instantly. The amount of attention he got was too intense, added by the guilt he felt, so his hands reached the back of his neck and started rubbing it, hoping to ease his nerves as he looked down.

"This morning…" He swallowed the lump on his throat before he continued. "Mineta and I, along with the other boys, were talking about our preferences on girls. It was chill, the conversation was going smooth. But out of nowhere, Mineta started talking about the girl's bodies and how he doesn't like Y/N's body that much-" Before he can even finish his sentences, Kaminari saw blood and went feral at what he heard.

"He did what?!" He shouted, his voice booming on the hallways. He's mad. He's pissed. How dare that grape juice dares to say those words in front of you. How dare he hurt his princess. Kaminari ran towards the rooftop where he knows where you are before anyone can stop him.

"Kaminari!"

Meanwhile, you placed your arms on the cold metal of the rooftop's fence, your hair blowing with the winds. You couldn't care less about what you look like. All you can think of was the incident this morning. It's not about that grape's face not liking your body. Heck, you don't even care who he likes or not. But the thought of the other girls having to experience that kind of body shaming sent you over the edge. You can't take it. You can't afford to experience all that misery again. You don't want to feel useless again.

As if on cue, the memories from your middle school came crashing back at you, making your heart clench. You remember it all so clearly as if it only happened seconds ago. The pain also came back. The pain of losing a friend that you love so dearly just because of some useless asshole that doesn't have a life. When you looked down, you imagined vividly the scenes from 2 years ago. Your friend, cutting her own life because of intense fat shaming.

You're too deep of your thoughts that you didn't notice the tears that run down to your cheeks and the sound of the door opening. You only knew that someone was also there with you when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, hot breath fanning on your neck. Panic runs down your senses but before you can even lift a finger at the person behind you, he spoke.

"It's me, baby. It's me. I'm here."

At the sound of his voice, you immediately turned around and hugged him back, your face buried on his coat as you bawled your eyes out.

"There, there," Kaminari whispered on your ears, hands brushing your hair in an attempt to soothe you. "It's okay, baby. I'm here. It's me. You can let it all out. Show me your vulnerable side and let me comfort you, okay?" You cried even more, not minding how broken and vulnerable you are in front of him.

When you finally calmed down a bit, Kaminari pushed you softly away from him to see your face, which was now all wet (as well as his coat) and eyes so red. He wiped your tears away with the sleeve of his coat and smiled softly at you.

“You okay now, princess?” You nodded, still sniffling while wiping your tears too. You felt okay now. The burden in your heart slowly disappearing. All because of Kaminari's presence. All thanks to him.

It always have been like this, comforting each other without any words said. It's like there's a link between the both of you where you both just know how the other feels, or when they need. No words exchange, just comforting each other through a hug. And you like it. You love it. There's no other thing in this world greater than the love and trust you both have with each other.

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mythiccheroacademia · 5 years ago

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Hello, Can I request headcanon for Todoroki, Shinsou and Midoriya who is dating Aizawa's daughter? She is in class 1-A but has a Quirk different from his.

hey honey! i’m assuming you want Y/N to be “Aizawa’s Daughter” so i’ll write it from that perspective. hope you enjoy this one and thank you for your patience

A/N: There’ll be a variation amongst Aizawa’s daughter’s bloodline. She’ll either be adopted or biological. Either way, it’ll be noted.

Warnings: none!

Todoroki Shouto:

Quirk: Dream Manifestation

Origin: Biological

when you had gotten your acceptance letter from U.A., your father was equally happy and terrified

your path to heroism became all the more real and he couldn’t help but worry

he had single-handedly raised you ever since your mother passed and it was difficult considering how much of a mental backlash your quirk had on you

you could create a reality of anything you had previously dreamt

all your dreams, whether they were good or bad, stayed with you and replayed in your like an ongoing mantra--you barely slept because of it

he knew it wouldn't be easy and with him being your teacher, it just put that much more pressure on him

but you looked at him with sternness he recognized as his own

“i’m doing this. i’m strong and i’m going to prove it to you. so, don’t you go easy on me.”

he gave you half a laugh. yeah, you were his kid

but that would be kept on the DL to avoid favoritism so you went by your mother’s maiden name instead

you adjusted well to class 1-A

they were much nicer than the kids at your previous school, even if they did give you a bit of hard time about how you looked like you never slept

the quiet boy in the corner caught your attention though

he looked like some anime character created by a 12-year-old boy, but he was cute

after the sports festival, he opened up and you noticed that he was easy to talk to

he was straight forward, ambitious, and kind (underneath the hard exterior) so you took a liking to him

you found out, through an odd push from Uraraka, he liked you too

that’s when the secret dating started

because, as much as you loved and respected your father, he was always...weird when it came to boys

the first time you expressed an interest in one, it turned into an hour and a half lecture about planned parenthood and you just about died

Todoroki didn’t quite understand why you wanted to keep your relationship a secret

when you revealed that you were Aizawa’s daughter to him, he became a little more hesitant

but, he got over it. he loved, adored, and respected you too much to be scared of your father’s reaction. he was never one for attention, but he couldn’t help but want to show the world what you and he had

so, imagine your surprise when he showed up at your house with your father blankly staring him down

todoroki bowed and said,

“Forgive me for showing up unannounced. I am dating your daughter, Mr. Aizawa, and I feel that you should know this.”

you: rip

but he kept going

“I want you to also know that I love and cherish Y/N with everything I have. I will always protect her and you can trust me to be her equal in all things. I hope we can have your blessing on this relationship.”

Aizawa stared before he nodded. “Fine. Do you want some dinner before you go?”

And that’s how you had your first family dinner with your boyfriend. It seemed like the two men were having a great time and you could barely keep your love-struck eyes from Todoroki

what a man

Hitoshi Shinso

Quirk: Time Manipulation

Origin: Adopted

even before Shinso was moved into the hero course, you two had made a strong friendship

he spent so much time with Aizawa that you around one another a lot

that’s when he found out you were his daughter, you were just adopted

if there was one thing you two connected over, it was the difficulty of having a mental quirk

your quirk wasn’t very flashy, in fact, it wasn’t anything anyone could see at first

whenever something was of a danger to you, in a 100 foot radius, time would slow down and you had five seconds to figure it out before time relapsed

it was sort of like a junked-up sixth sense

sometimes, the days were long and if it occurred too much, it made your mind lag behind your body

with the help of your adopted father, you had gotten good at analyzing your surroundings enough to control the duration of your quirk within those five seconds before entering U.A.

when shinso had moved into class 1-A, you spent even more time together

you’d eat together, train together, and study together

your classmates starting teasing you two

Aizawa started getting suspicious

when he confronted you about it, you felt your body flush from the realization that you like liked shinso

“so, are you and shinso dating?”

“uh...error.exe. y/n can’t come to the phone right now”

“but you’re right here--”

“i’m only here so i don’t get fined”

“....what?”

the next day, you texted Shinso to meet you before class

before he could even say anything, you blurted out

“so i might have just convinced my dad’s theory in thinking we were dating. how do i fix it?”

he blinks before going, “huh?”

“that’s all you have to say?”

“i mean--”

“do you even care about your life? my dad’s cool and all, but he could crush you if he wanted to. shouldn’t you be more scared? ugh, men, i swear”

“...i wasn’t planning on asking you out behind the gym, but why not? Be my girlfriend?

that took you by surprise. “huh?”

“that’s all you have to say?” he teases back

you take a minute to ingest that he just asked you out and all you can do is give an amused sigh

“you suck. now i have to go tell him he’s right”

shinso pats your head before interlocking fingers with you

“i think we’ll be alright. between you and me, i think i’m his favorite”

“but, i’m his daughter”

“did i stutter?”

you punch his shoulder and he laughs it off

when you tell your father, he’s not even upset. he’s just smug he got it right

Midoriya Izuku:

Quirk: Aura

Origin: Adopted

becoming a hero wasn’t easy

midoriya could write an entire novel on that

that’s why, after so many failed attempts to prove yourself, he had cheered the loudest when you had won the sports festival during their second-year

it was a wonderful display of all your hard work as your bow glowed with yellow light, the life energy of your will power illuminating your shot as it shined brighter than the sun

midoriya couldn’t help but think of how beautiful you truly were

it was a beautiful finish and you were able to reign in the success of your win before you passed out

you were in and out of consciousness for three days

you had won, but it had hurt you tremendously

izuku was by your side whenever he could be

one time, way past curfew, he had snuck his way into the clinic only to see Aizawa there. he was at your bedside, pushing the hair out of your resting face

before izuku could make a quiet escape, aizawa called out to him

“you need to work on not being so flat-footed. i heard you before i saw you”

“i’m sorry, Mr. Aizawa”

“come in, midoryia. i have something to ask.”

he stumbled in and hoped you wouldn’t wake up because of his clumsiness

it would also be hard to explain why he and their teacher were over her in the middle of the night

“Mr. Aizawa?” he asked

“am i wrong to assume you’ve taken an interest in my daughter, one that goes further than a platonic friendship”

izuku almost fell over his own two feet

daughter?

interest? damn it, how’d he know?

better yet, you're his daughter????

Izuku was stuttering and blushing mess. his hands danced in weird patterns as his words failed to express his confusion and embarrassment

luckily, Aizawa was there to cut him off

“i’ll take that as a yes”

“um--I...well i just--”

“if you plan to act on your feelings, then i only ask one thing”

that’s when izuku calmed down. the change in his teacher’s tone made him blink. “yes?”

there was a vulnerability in his teacher’s eyes that made midoriya feel sympathy. his next words made him smile

“tell her she’s proved herself more than capable. there’s no need for her to end up like this by her own doing...perhaps she’ll believe you more than me”

the boy understood why you pushed yourself so hard. perhaps out of worry, your father had made you think you couldn’t be a great hero. but that was never the case

he was just being a dad

izuku nodded. “of course”

“thank you”

but before he left, Aizawa’s eyes started to glow a threatening red

“treat her well otherwise, we'll have issues, problem child”

“y-yes sir!”

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dallanebbia · 4 years ago

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agape

fandom: bnha pariring: kacchako; bakugou katsuki x uraraka ochako word count: 9.0k warnings: angst, mentions of panic attacks synopsis: ten ways to say ‘i love you’ – moments in the relationship between ochako and katuski. future fic, third year. notes: written for day 7 of kacchako week 2020, with the prompt ‘it was always you.’ this was the first fic i finished writing, and i threw a truck’s worth of tropes into this just because i could. i headcanon an empathetic, compassionate ochako and a soft, self-aware katsuki who grow and mature in their later years at u.a. ao3: [link]

agape – Ancient Greek, selfless, unconditional love

─── ･｡ﾟ❁ﾟ｡･ ───

March: With a hand on their shoulder, a song on your lips, or a carton of their favorite ice cream in the freezer.

On move-in day of her third year at U.A., Ochako confesses to Deku. She can’t say that she’s surprised when he rejects her, but she hides her real feelings behind a practiced, wobbly smile.

It feels like someone has just stomped all over her heart.

Within a few hours, the entirety of her class, along with Class 3-B, knows what happened. Nobody realizes that Ochako just doesn’t want to talk about it – people keep bringing it up to her, trying to be consoling, but it just makes her feel worse and worse.

Finally, when she can’t take it anymore, she hides away on the roof of the dorms, trying to find a moment of peace.

Ochako is alone, collapsed on the ground and crying when she hears the door to the roof scrape open.

“Oi.” Her heart drops. Aside from Deku, Bakugou is the very last person she wants to see right now.

“Leave me alone,” she croaks, wiping her cheeks with her sleeves. The fabric is damp, soaked through with her tears. It stopped being useful about ten minutes ago, but Ochako doesn’t really have the presence of mind to use anything else.

“Tch.” Her blonde classmate scoffs. “You’re seriously crying over the dumb nerd?”

“The last thing I need right now is your stupid gloating, Bakugou,” Ochako hisses, and glares at him. “Go. Away.”

Not that she thinks he’d actually listen, but she’s caught off guard when he squats down in front of her, elbows resting on his knees. “Forget about stupid Deku, Round Face. He’s a fucking dumbass.”

Her heart twinges, and a fresh round of tears fill her eyes. “You’re seriously not helping –”

“I thought you were better than this, Cheeks,” he says, and Ochako looks up to see Bakugou scowling. “So he doesn’t like you – tough shit. Pull up your big girl panties and move the fuck on. He’s a fuckstick who doesn’t deserve you anyways.”

She opens her mouth to retort, but pauses as the words register in her brain.

When the news spread, everyone who came to comfort her all said the same things - that Deku would come around, that he’d change his mind if she proved that she was better off without him. She knows that her friends mean well, but all she can focus on is the fact that everyone assumes that Ochako is the one who has to change – like she somehow isn’t good enough.

Bakugou – her occasional sparring partner, an acquaintance-turned-friend by virtue of exposure more than anything else – doesn’t even hesitate.

He doesn’t deserve you anyways.

“Don’t call him that,” she mutters, but there’s a tiny smile on her lips. Who would’ve guessed that the boy who had wanted to be King Explosion Murder would one day be comforting her? “You’re such an asshole.”

The blonde rolls his eyes. “I’m a fucking saint,” he snarks, and shoves a handkerchief into her trembling hands. “Stop crying already, you look ridiculous.”

Ochako glares at him again, but begrudgingly uses the black square of fabric to dab at her face. The heady smell of sugar and smoke fills her nose, and it’s the complete opposite of the clean soap scent she associates with Deku. It’s comforting, somehow.

“Move on, huh?” She laughs sadly. “You say that like it’s so easy.”

He flicks her in the forehead, and she yelps in surprise. “Nothing worth doing is gonna be easy, Round Face. You know that just as well as I do.”

It’s her turn to roll her eyes, but the words resonate deeply and leave her feeling pensive. She folds the handkerchief neatly and tucks it into her blazer pocket. “I’ll wash it,” she promises, but Bakugou waves her off.

“Keep it.” He stands, grabbing her wrist and hauling her to her feet. A familiar, challenging smirk that spreads across his face. “You’ll need it for when I beat your ass in the Sports Festival again this year.”

She scoffs, and even though she probably looks like a pathetic mess, she feels a little better. She can always count on Bakugou to not treat her like she’s spun glass.

Ochako sticks her tongue out, some of her grief dissipating without her even realizing it. “In your dreams, Blasty.”

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April: Casually, as if you don’t mean it. Trying like hell not to mean it.

From the stove, Katsuki listens to Uraraka make up some excuse to skip out on going out with her shitty friends for ramen. He looks over his shoulder – she’s smiling in a way that doesn’t quite mask the tight line of her mouth, and it’s so obvious that Frogface and Four Eyes exchange wary glances. Uraraka heads back upstairs, and as she leaves, Deku seems to visibly deflate.

“Maybe I should go talk to her,” he hears Deku mumble sadly, and Katsuki rolls his eyes before turning back to the pot of curry he has sitting on the stove.

“She probably wants some space.” Somehow, Half-and-half is the only one of their little group left with any sense, and it's really fucking pathetic.

“But isn’t it better if –” Katsuki tunes out the shitty nerd’s voice as they pass the kitchen and head to the front door, focusing back on stirring.

He tests the consistency, frowning as the curry comes out too thick, and turns up the heat a little as he adds some more stock. He’s usually pretty good about eyeballing the ingredients, but to be fair, the shitty nerd was jabbering away about something dumb with Icyhot. Usually, when things don’t go his way, it all leads back to Deku, one way or another.

He grabs the jar of hot sauce, and is just about to dump the entire contents into the pot when he suddenly pauses and thinks of Uraraka again.

Should he…?

Katsuki wages an internal war for about thirty seconds before slamming the jar onto the counter, grabbing a spare bowl. He doesn’t let himself think as he ladles a spoonful of curry onto a bed of rice, making sure that there’s a proper ratio of vegetables and meat to sauce, and places it off to the side as he dumps the hot sauce into the pot. He gives the curry a quick stir, turns the heat down low, and grabs a spoon before heading to the elevator with the bowl in hand.

It smells good, and even though it’s missing the familiar red tinge that comes from the hot sauce he loves, he knows that it tastes good too. Still, he can’t help it when a flutter of nervousness blooms in his chest.

There’s a stupid English proverb that comes to mind. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Never mind that he’s flipping the roles around; he just hopes that Uraraka will like it.

Katsuki knocks on her door firmly, rapping his knuckles against the cheap wood. He can hear the shuffling of fabric, a low grunt, and then Uraraka is standing there. The frustrated look in her eyes fades at the sight of him, and he absolutely hates that his breath catches when she smiles at him.

“Oh hey, what’s up?” She sounds happy to see him, her tone totally different from earlier, and something in him glows in pleasure. Uraraka tilts her head to one side, before finally noticing the bowl of curry in his hands. Her eyes go round as dinner plates.

“I… I made too much.” He thrusts it towards her with one hand, averting his eyes. “Since you’re not going out with those extras, I just –”

“Oh, wow,” she says softly. She takes the bowl carefully, and when the skin of her fingers touches his hand, he feels goosebumps crawl up his arms. “It smells so good, Bakugou! Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it,” he grunts, and then shoves his hand into his pockets. She’s standing there, inhaling the savory aroma with a stupid smile on her face, and his nerves are frazzled as he blurts, “Well? Don’t just stand there, taste it!”

Uraraka blinks, looking at him with surprise. “Oh... oh! Yeah, let me just –” She balances the bowl in her palm, scooping up a mix of sauce and rice and meat before raising the spoon at him in a weird little toast. “Itadakimasu!”

She stuffs the entire spoon in her mouth, her eyes closing blissfully as she chews, and she does this ridiculous, adorable little wiggle that makes his heart thump pathetically in his chest.

“Oh my god, I love you so much,” she moans, and his mouth drops open in stunned shock. The sound of her voice jolts down his spine like ice. “I could kiss you.”

“W-what?? What the fuck, Uraraka?” he yelps, stumbling back a little. It’s not that he hasn’t imagined her saying things like that to him, but he isn’t exactly expecting to hear it right now.

Uraraka’s eyes flutter open, and there’s a split second of dreamy contentment on her face before the realization hits. She squeaks, and nearly drops the bowl in mortification.

“Oh god, I didn’t – I didn’t mean that to –” she stutters, her face turning red. “That came out wrong! I just meant that – I haven’t eaten since yesterday, and I wasn’t having a good day because I was missing my parents, and then you made this and I’m just – I’m really happy, I’m sorry –”

“Tch, it’s… it’s whatever, Cheeks,” Katsuki grumbles, heat crawling up the back of his neck. Uraraka’s words burn into his brain, cycling on repeat, and he suddenly, he feels like he could run a fucking marathon. He’s almost drunk on the feeling, and doesn’t even think as he blurts out, “Someone’s gotta keep you round.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then it’s his turn to freeze. “Fuck. I didn’t mean … shit, not that you’re fat or whatever, you’re hot, okay? I wasn't talking about your ass… fuck, I mean, your face! Your face, I was talking about…motherfucker –”

God, he wants to go die in a hole.

Uraraka stares at him as he snaps his mouth shut, hugging the bowl to her chest, and her face is a bright pink. “Um,” she squeaks. “Uh, I…”

The awkward silence between them is physically painful, and Katsuki is too mortified to move for about three seconds before he bolts for the stairs.

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May: Through laughter, over a chorus of voices, knowing it’ll strike home anyway. It’s meant for everyone here, after all.

Aizawa gives them the day off before the Sports Festival, banning them from training. Most people take advantage of the free day to relax and destress, but a few people still sneak into Ground Zeta for extra training before being lugged back to the dorms by Aizawa’s capture weapon.

Mina and Kaminari suggest a class bonding activity as everyone fixes their lunches. The slots for the impromptu Class 3-A Mario Kart tournament fill up quickly, but Ochako opts out to watch instead of participating. Most of the boys are quick to start the games, Bakugou included.

She hasn’t spoken to him since the curry incident, but the memory of it is something Ochako thinks about often. His awkward stammering had been both embarrassing and endearing, and even now, remembering the fumbling compliments makes her blush.

The most attractive boy in their class, and possibly in the entire school, thinks that Ochako is hot. It’s a surreal but amazing confidence booster, especially after the rough few weeks she’d had, and although Bakugou’s ears turn red whenever they make eye contact, he doesn’t suddenly ignore her and he doesn’t take it back.

Instead, he returns her glances with intense stares, ones that sometimes make her turn away from embarrassment. Their spars gain a playful edge, teasing out an odd, thrilling tension that leaves her face flushed and her cheeks aching from smiling.

It makes her heart beat a little faster every time she meets his gaze, and it’s different because she can see that it means something to Bakugou too.

It’s nice.

“Uh… is this seat taken?” Ochako snaps out of her thoughts to see Deku standing in front of her, looking sheepish.

She realizes with a sinking heart that the only available spot in the room is on the loveseat by her side. Mina and Tooru aren’t being discreet in the way they’re whispering excitedly while staring in their direction, and everywhere she looks, people are casting them curious glances.

It makes her a little angry, but Ochako pastes a smile on and says, “Go ahead, Deku.”

He lowers himself onto the cushion carefully, and she pulls her legs in so that she’s sitting in a ball, arms wrapped around her knees. She glances towards Bakugou, who’s staring at the TV screen and determinedly not looking in her direction, but somehow knowing that he’s there helps her relax a little.

“I’m sorry,” Deku says quietly, and Ochako holds back her sigh. They’ve had this conversation multiple times since she confessed weeks ago, and it was starting to grate on her. She was training to be a fellow Pro Hero – does he really think that she can't take a rejection?

“I know, Deku.” She tries to smile reassuringly. “I’m okay with it.”

“Still. I never wanted to hurt you, Uraraka.” Bakugou’s words come back to mind, and she has to bite back the tiny thread of resentment that sprouts in her chest. Deku said that before too. At this point, she wonders if the repeated apologies are for her benefit or his.

“Deku.” The green-haired boy looks up at her, a little surprised by the firmness of her tone. “I understand that you’re trying to be considerate, but you keep bringing it up when I already told you. I’m fine.”

“I just…” He trails off, frowning. “I just feel like you’re mad at me.”

“I’m frustrated,” she says candidly. “I’m trying to be mature about this, but you’re making it really hard for me to move on when you keep bringing up how sorry you are. Can we just agree to be friends and forget about it?”

“... are you okay with that?” He looks a little shocked, and so do some of her eavesdropping classmates. From the corner of her eye, she can tell that about half the room is listening to their conversation, but she doesn’t care. Ochako is sick and tired of people making offhand comments and references to her and Deku. She still has some feelings for him, but the combination of repeated apologies and continuous gossip have worn her down to where only frustration and exhaustion remain.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asks. Deku stammers, but Ochako doesn’t waver. “I love you as a friend, first and foremost. That hasn’t changed. But my world isn’t going to end just because you don’t return my feelings.”

“… Oh,” he mumbles, looking a little ashamed. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“Well, you did.”

“I know you just said not to but... sorry,” he says quietly. “Last time, I promise.”

Ochako unfurls herself to lean over and give Deku a side hug. “Thanks. Friends?”

“Friends.” He smiles. “I love you too, Uraraka.”

There’s something bittersweet about hearing those words, but it doesn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. She opens her mouth to reply, but a heavy weight suddenly throws itself on her back.

“God, you guys are so manly,” Kirishima sniffs, leaning over the couch to wrap his beefy arms around the pair of them. “Bakubro, why don’t you ever tell me you love me?”

The disgusted look on Bakugou’s face is so funny that Ochako can’t hold back the tiny snort that escapes. “I hate you,” he says flatly.

“Love you too, bro!” Kirishima just calls back cheerfully, beaming despite the middle finger Bakugou aims in his direction.

“What the hell, why is Bakubro the one who gets an ‘I love you?’ ” Kaminari appears from behind a different couch like a gopher, looking offended.

Sero pops up right next to the electricity manipulator with a matching expression on his face. “Yeah, bro, what gives?”

Kirishima yelps as the pair of them lock their arms around the redhead’s neck, pulling him off of her and Deku as they start wrestling in a pile on the floor. Ochako can’t quite keep track of things, but in the span of a few seconds, Mina has jumped into the fray, dragging Jirou and Momo and Tooru along with her.

Aoyama leaps in too, somehow bringing Ojirou and Sato along for the ride, and Tokoyami’s protests are drowned out by Dark Shadow lifting him up and dumping him head first into the mass of bodies. The final addition comes as Todoroki nonchalantly tumbles into the chaos, dramatic declarations of love echoing above the music from Mario Kart playing in the background.

Despite her earlier frustrations, Ochako can’t help but sit back and watch the growing dog pile with a fond smile.

“God, I love you guys,” Mina crows loudly, and Ochako can’t help but join the chorus of voices that echo the sentiment. Across the room, she sees Bakugou sneering at the display of affection, scanning over the room until his gaze meets hers.

She smiles a little, raising her eyebrows at him in a silent question, and something she can’t quite name glows in her stomach when he rolls his eyes at her, the barest hint of a grin curled behind his hand.

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May: Slipped under your tongue, twisted into something else. “I trust you,” maybe. Trust them to figure it out.

The Sports Festival is bigger this year than it ever has been before. It’s everyone’s last chance to prove themselves, their final showcase before graduating, and nobody wants to go down without a fight.

Katsuki is pitted against Uraraka in the quarter-finals. The fight between them is an intense, heavy-fire version of tag that leaves him exhilarated, grinning wildly as they dodge and duck and weave around each other. Her quirk is leagues beyond where it was in first year, and it shows when Uraraka literally lifts the entire stadium floor out from under her feet before swatting him out of his Howitzer Impact like a fly.

He wakes up in time to watch the final matchup between Uraraka and Deku, and proceeds to spend the next twenty minutes screaming at the infirmary television in frustrated rage.

It’s painfully obvious that Deku goes easy on her. He pulls his punches, uses a fraction of One for All, and when he lets Uraraka push him out of the ring, Katsuki can see the incandescent, seething anger that emanates from her in literal waves.

That night, he finds her on the roof again, after the award ceremonies are over. She’s crying, but this time, there’s resentment and bitterness and fury in place of the brokenhearted grief. Her gold medal is lying on the ground by her feet, discarded to the side.

“You were right, you know,” she says, laughing hollowly. She doesn’t have to look to know that he’s there. “First place… it isn’t worth anything when you win it like this.”

He doesn’t say anything – he knows exactly how she feels, and he knows better than anyone that empty platitudes will only make things worse. Instead, he leans against the railing at her side, back facing the horizon, and quietly waits as she uses the handkerchief he gave her weeks earlier to mop at her face.

They stand there in silence, and at some point, Uraraka shuffles closer and closer until she’s leaning on him, head heavy against his arm. He slouches a little more so that she can rest against his shoulder, and watches her nuzzle against the sleeve of his gym uniform.

“Is it always like this?” she whispers, so low that he almost misses the words. “Feeling like you can never catch up, like you’re always walking in someone’s shadow?”

“Welcome to the club, Cheeks,” he says gruffly. Katsuki looks over at her, and she’s staring blankly into the setting sun, tear tracks shining on her cheeks and the bruise below her left eye a mottled green. “Membership includes being referenced in relation to the shitty nerd in every article you’re in for the rest of your life, toxic friendships, and a crippling inferiority complex.”

Uraraka snorts. “Any way I can get my member status revoked?”

“If you find out, let me know,” he mutters. “Been trying to get the hell out for as long as I can remember.”

She doesn’t answer, instead pressing the back of her hand against his wrist. Her skin is cool and dry, soothing against his perpetually warm body temperature, and Katsuki savors it.

“God, I’m going to be the biggest joke in all of Japan tomorrow.” Uraraka laughs a little wetly. “After today, after everyone saw how he just let me win – nobody’s going to take me seriously.”

She says it like she isn’t amazing – like she’s just another worthless extra, like she didn’t just single handedly hand his ass to him only a few hours earlier. She says it like she’s giving up, and what Katsuki was planning to say – something quippy and grouchy and vaguely encouraging – is replaced by words that say everything, all at once.

“I do,” Katsuki says quietly, and she stills. “I always have.”

Slowly, she draws away, pulling back so she can turn and face him head on. He keeps his gaze steady, even as he wants to look away.

Part of him hopes that she’ll take it at face value, take the words as encouragement and nothing else. Things would be easier if she did – he’d be able to take his feelings and hide them for days and months and years, like he’s done since she caught his eye back in their first year. He’d be safe for a little while longer, waiting for the perfect moment.

At the same time, a larger part of him wills her to read between the lines, to see underneath the surface, because this is the closest thing to a confession he can manage. She knows him – she sees him the way Deku never could, and she’s able to read him in ways that took Eijirou years to pick up.

She knows him, and when the realization crosses her eyes, he plucks the truth out and lays himself bare.

There’s no going back.

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May: Over a nervous smile, biting back the just-this-side-of-desperate hope they’ll say it back.

Ochako doesn’t know when her feelings start to change. It might have been the curry incident. It might have been the spars. It might have been that moment on the roof, and it might have even been the Sports Festival, two years ago.

What she does know is this: she’s in the middle of falling for Bakugou when she recognizes her feelings for what they really are, and what she feels is nothing like what she felt for Deku.

With Deku, she had felt like she was in freefall, somersaulting and trying to right herself when she didn’t know which way was up or down. It felt scary and frantic, and in some ways, she feels that she confused her fear with adrenaline and her admiration for love.

With Bakugou, it feels familiar. It feels like she’s standing on the sparring mats in Gym Zeta, intimate and safe, with the spark of competition and plenty of passionate intensity to keep things alive. It feels like a dance – an equal push and pull, an ebb and flow that works in tandem rather than apart – and she doesn’t have to chase after anyone because he’s facing her instead of leaving her to watch his retreating back.

So when Bakugou says those five words, she pulls back a little so she can look him in the eye. He waits, patiently, as she studies him, and even though she can see the hope and love and fear in his steady gaze, he never looks away.

“Are you sure, Bakugou?” She has to make sure.

He raises an eyebrow. “You really have to ask?” Yeah, I am.

Ochako reaches out, grazing her hand against his, and she swallows when Bakugou slowly slides his fingers between hers.

She stares at the sight of their entwined hands, and smiles a little when she feels him stroking her skin with his thumb. “Can I ask when you knew?”

“A while.” He’s quiet, watching their hands too. Red eyes flicker to meet hers, and he shrugs. “It’s always been you.”

Her heart soars. She comes in closer, and as she tilts her head up to look at him, Bakugou leans down to press his forehead to hers.

“I think I could fall in love with you,” she admits softly, her heartbeat pounding like drums in her ears. I think I’m already halfway there.

The words hang there, suspended in the space between them, and then he breathes in and smiles.

“Way ahead of you, Cheeks,” he murmurs. “Hurry up, will you?”

Something in her sings as he tugs her closer, and the touch of his lips to hers feels like coming home.

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June: Under your breath while the whole house sleeps, just before you have to leave for the day. More for yourself than for them.

When Ochako asks if he wants to tell people, Katsuki is torn. On one hand, he wants people to know – he wants to shout to the entire world that Uraraka Ochako is his, that she chose him in the end.

And yet, on the other, he’s selfish. He wants to keep her to himself for as long as he can, to learn everything about her on his own time, and when he makes his choice, Ochako agrees.

Keeping it a secret is laughably easy. They do everything like they did before – they attend class, hang out with their respective friend groups, and occasionally meet up to spar after school. To their classmates and the rest of the world, nothing has changed.

Behind closed doors, it’s a different story.

He wakes to all-encompassing warmth, hair tickling his nose and a pliant body tucked tight to his chest. The curve of Ochako’s back under his hand is soft, and when he tightens his hold on her, she snuffles a little into her pillow before settling back into sleep.

The light filtering through Uraraka’s cheap curtains is faint. He knows from experience that it’s probably around five in the morning, too early for any of his classmates or teachers to be awake. It’s the safest time for him to steal out of Ochako’s room and get back to the boy’s side of the dorms, but it’s harder and harder to leave each time he wakes up with his girlfriend gathered in his arms.

His girlfriend. The thought sends a dopey, stupid smile stretching over his face. It’s been close to two months since that day on the roof after the Sports Festival, but part of him still can’t believe it. Uraraka Ochako is his girlfriend.

Katsuki is pretty sure he’s the luckiest bastard alive.

He withdraws from her slowly, painstakingly peeling his body from hers. She whines a little at the loss of warmth, and he can’t help but melt a little when she gravitates towards the divot he left in the mattress, burrowing into the spot where his head lay on her pillow.

His clothes are in a crumpled pile by the foot of the bed, and he tugs on his pants carelessly, shoving his shirt over his messy hair. When he’s done, he rearranges the blankets around Ochako’s sleeping form, tucking them up to her chin. Her forehead peeks out from under her messy hair, and Katsuki brushes his lips against the little patch of skin, cupping the curve of her face as he does.

Here, staring down at his slumbering girlfriend, he’s struck by the familiar, sudden wave of affection that tempts him to stay.

“I love you,” he breathes, almost mouthing the words as he strokes her cheek gently. He watches as she nuzzles into his touch, smiling in her sleep, and tiptoes out of her room before he’s late for his morning run.

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August: With a soft sigh. Past exhaustion and frustration and despair, like it’s the only good thing left. Sometimes it is.

Neither she nor Katsuki are strangers to nightmares. They’re a given, at this point – most heroes suffer from them in one capacity or another, but it doesn’t make things any easier to deal with.

In some ways, Ochako is lucky – she’s used to working through the nightmares alone, and can still function around them. She doesn’t have to go to Katsuki for comfort unless it’s a particularly vivid dream, but the same couldn’t be said for her boyfriend.

Ochako wakes up to the low sound of her phone chiming. Her head is spinning from being woken up in the middle of a sleep cycle, but as she blearily squints in the darkness, she recognizes the ringtone as the one she set for Bakugou.

She picks up just before the call drops. “Hello?”

“Cheeks?” The whispered, raspy sound of Bakugou’s voice cracks in her ear, and she shakes off the last vestiges of sleep, concern shooting through her.

“Katuski? Are you okay?”

“M’outside,” he mumbles, and Ochako throws herself out of bed and nearly trips over the low tea table in her haste to get to the door. She throws it open, and Katsuki is leaning against her door frame. He’s shaking, bundled in a hoodie she recognizes as one he wears when the nightmares are especially bad. Worriedly, she cups a hand around his elbow and pulls him into her room.

She steers him to her bed, careful to avoid the table this time, and sits Katsuki on the edge. She gently pries his phone from his hand, ending the call and placing both of their phones on her desk, before she tugs at the hem of his hoodie.

With a slow, steady murmur of nonsensical words, she coaxes him out of his hoodie and sweats and shoes. Katsuki keeps his hands on her, seeking bare skin as she works, until he’s left only in his boxers. He makes a low, wounded sound when she briefly steps away to place his clothes on her desk chair, but he sighs as she returns into his arms, guiding him below her comforter. Ochako quickly sheds the large, oversized shirt she usually wears to sleep, leaving her in just her panties, and lets the rough, calloused hand on her thigh drag her into bed.

She lies on her back, sighing as her boyfriend settles his cheek against her left breast, ear pressed directly above her heart. He wraps his arms around her waist, miles of warm skin pressed against her body, and she carefully scratches across his scalp while he tries to lose himself in the sound of her heartbeat.

Fighting the lull of sleep, her other hand cradles his arm, using her thumb to rub back and forth soothingly. The trembling gradually stops, Katsuki’s panicked breathing evening out, and she hears a rough, heavy exhale before he rubs at her sternum with his nose.

“…Thanks.” He presses his mouth against the skin of her chest in a chaste kiss.

“Anytime.” Smoothing the spiky bangs away from his forehead, she leans forward to place a kiss of her own to his hairline. “You okay?”

She feels Katsuki swallow thickly, his weight falling on her more heavily. “Not really.” It’s the honest answer, and had it been anyone else asking, Ochako knows he would’ve lied. “But I will be.”

She hums, eyelids slowly getting heavier as the hand carding through his spiky hair moves slower and slower. Faintly, as she’s just on the edge of consciousness, she feels the blonde shift above her.

“I love you.” Ochako tries to keep her eyes open, but she can’t quite fight it any longer. “Go to sleep, baby.”

“Love y’too,” she slurs, and the last thing she hears is a quiet huff of amusement as she drifts off, warm and safe.

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October: Wrapped up in a question. How’s your day been, have you eaten, you know you can tell me anything, right? You know you can tell them anything. Right?

One day, after class, All Might gathers everyone to make an announcement: two applicants have finally been chosen for the exclusive one-year work study in America. The program starts right after graduation, set up with All Might’s old hero agency, and Katsuki grins in anticipation.

The work study is something that he’s been working towards since coming into U.A. He had submitted the application at the end of second year, along with most of their class, but he figures that he has it in the bag. There are two spots, and while Deku is a given, Katsuki is the only one who can keep up with him when they’re really going all out.

He never thinks, in a million years, that Ochako would be the one to get it instead.

When he doesn’t hear his name, the feeling that falls over him is impossible to describe. On one hand, he’s so incredibly proud – of course Ochako deserves something like this. The program is notoriously competitive, notoriously selective, and for Ochako to be chosen means that they see the potential for her to be an international hero.

On the other hand, he’s so angry and hurt and frustrated, because that should’ve been him. He should’ve been the one to get the work-study, because now he’s getting left behind not just by Deku, but by Ochako too.

He pointedly avoids meeting her gaze, and when she tries to approach him after class, the mess of his feelings makes him blow up.

“Bakugou-kun?” He stiffens at the sound of her voice, but otherwise ignores her as he stomps towards the locker rooms. “Bakugou-kun, wait – ”

A hand lands on his forearm, and without thinking, he whirls around and yanks himself out of Ochako’s grasp. She looks stunned at his violent reaction, but he’s still reeling from All Might’s announcement in a way that makes all his filters disappear.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hisses venomously, and hurt blooms across those wide brown eyes. “I don’t want your fucking pity!”

Katsuki regrets it the moment he says it, but pride is what makes him turn his back on Ochako and keep walking. He rips his hero costume off and showers in record time, tossing on his clothes and sprinting back to the dorms to lock himself in his room.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Throwing himself on his bed, he buries his face in his pillow and lets himself go. All the bottled emotions explode out, and he’s sobbing and swearing and screaming for God knows how long until he physically can’t do anything but lie there, curled up into his pillow and hurting.

He’s so exhausted and so out of it that he doesn’t notice the door to his balcony sliding open. Still, when he feels the mattress shifting beneath him, he knows that she’s there.

Shame and guilt suddenly join the complex mess of feelings in his head, and part of him is frozen in fear. Why is she here? Is she here to pity him, like he told her not to? Is she here to yell at him for being an asshole?

Worse yet – is she here to tell him that she wants to end things?

Every nerve in his body is on alert, his brain still a jumbled muddle, and he physically can’t bring himself to move as the seconds tick by, agonizingly slow. The sound of his heartbeat thunders in his ears, and he can feel his lungs constrict as he waits for Ochako to speak.

Something desperate in him begs, please don’t go.

A hand settles onto his shoulder. The touch makes him flinch, his shoulders hunching on instinct, but the mattress moves momentarily before a familiar body molds itself to his back.

Ochako maneuvers herself into a big spoon position, curling her legs behind his and wiggling her arms around him so that she can hug him around the waist. He swallows as he feels her gently press a kiss between his shoulders. It’s patient and understanding and everything he feels like he doesn’t deserve.

“… Sorry.” He swallows thickly, wincing at the rawness of his throat. The word is muffled, spoken into his pillow instead of towards the person behind him, but he feels Ochako bury her face into his shirt.

“Me too.” He closes his eyes at that, his bitterness returning in full force. She tightens her hold on him, as if sensing his mood. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

Katsuki huffs, an acknowledgement but not an answer. Instead, he lets one hand fall to rest on the arms folded across his stomach, finding her hand and sliding his palm against hers.

They lay like that in silence. A few tears escape, leftover from the emotional torrent he’d released earlier, but all he feels now is emptiness.

“I declined the work-study.” His eyes snap open, and he sits up abruptly. The action startles Ochako, who doesn’t manage to let go of him in time, and she lands half-sprawled below him, arms still linked around his body.

“What the hell, Ochako,” he croaks, his voice still hoarse, and he glares down at her. “Why would you – ”

“I can barely afford to feed myself, Katsuki – how in the world am I going to find the money to spend a year in America?” She looks at him gently, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Besides – I applied because the others did. I never really wanted to go in the first place. Not like you.”

Old insecurities crawl out of the dark corners of his mind. “I don’t need your pity, Cheeks,” he says darkly, and she rolls her eyes.

“For God’s sake, it’s not pity,” she says exasperatedly, and folds her arms across her chest. Her expression softens. “I know how much you wanted this. How much you still want it.”

“They picked you, Ochako. Not me.” Saying it out loud stings, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t proud of her. “Not that they shouldn’t have. You deserve it.”

“So do you, Katsuki.” She sits up, tucking her legs underneath her as she squares her shoulders, staring him directly in the eyes. “You know why I want to be a hero. Stuff like this – it’s not important to me, not like it is for you. You’re the first one on the waiting list – if I didn’t apply, it would’ve been you who got it.”

He scowls. “Why the fuck did you apply if you weren’t gonna do it?”

“Deku convinced me,” Ochako admits, looking apologetic. “I didn’t really expect anything; I knew I wasn’t going to be able to afford it regardless.”

And fuck, hearing her say that makes him feel even shittier. “… It’s whatever, Cheeks,” he says, trying to play things off. “Doesn’t really matter.”

“Yeah, that’s bullshit.” The flat look she gives him is pointed. “You don’t get angry like this unless it’s something you really care about.”

“I didn’t… ugh, fuck.” He closes his eyes and scrubs a free hand over his face, following the line of his jaw until his palm sits at the nape of his neck. “I got pissed because I felt like I was gettin’ left behind again. Not just by the shitty nerd, but...”

“… by me, too,” she says, realization falling over her, and he feels like an asshole for even thinking it, let alone admitting it out loud. “I thought we were both in the same boat? The one where we’re trying not to compare ourselves to other people anymore?”

“Shit, I know that, I just…” He groans, rubbing his neck roughly. “I just… I’ve spent so fuckin’ long chasin’ after them. Fucking years, Cheeks. I can’t just… turn that off.”

“I know.” And she does – maybe not to the same extent, but she does know, better than anyone else, exactly what he’s feeling. She felt it too, not long ago. “But you’re not Deku, Katsuki; you aren’t All Might either. Sometimes, I feel like you forget that.”

“S’not that I forget.” He lets his hands fall limp in his lap, looking down at them hollowly. “… They’re just… better. Better people, better heroes… trying to crawl out of their damn shadows feels like I’m fighting fuckin’ smoke.”

“Well, nothing worth doing is going to be easy,” she says, and part of him wants to laugh at the sheer fucking audacity of this girl, taking his words and throwing them right back at him. She grins a little, seeing the spark of amusement in his eyes. “You know that as well as I do.”

“You’re a goddamn comedian,” he snorts, and he can’t help but smile.

“The very best,” she agrees as she grabs his free hand, bringing it up to her lips. “So you’ll go, right?”

He studies her, trying to look for a single smidgeon of resentment, and can’t find anything other than genuine sincerity. “… yeah,” he sighs. “I’ll go.”

Ochako nods firmly. “Good.”

And that’s the end of it.

─── ･｡ﾟ❁ﾟ｡･ ───

December: Instead of “thank you” or “see you soon” or “drive safe.” Because no matter what you say it’ll mean the same thing.

They’re able to keep things quiet for seven months. Living with eighteen other teenagers means almost no privacy, and it’s a goddamn miracle that nobody has found out yet. Katsuki is pretty sure Frogface has an idea – he’s caught her watching the two of them recently, a contemplative look on her face, but otherwise, there isn’t a peep.

When it does come out, it’s partially Ochako's fault, but mostly Katsuki’s. Sparring together always gets him hot and bothered, and while she might have been tempting fate a little by wearing just a sports bra while they’re grappling, he’s entirely to blame for how he slams her into the mats and starts kissing her in the middle of the crowded gym.

Katsuki is not happy to find that there’s a class-wide bet going on about them. He’s even less happy to find that Deku is the one who fucking wins the pot, but when people find out that they’ve been dating since May, Ochako starts hiding on the roof to avoid any more invasive questions about Katsuki’s dick.

By the time winter break rolls around, the fervor around their relationship has died down. There’s still some teasing, especially from people like Kirishima and Mina, but everyone’s focus is redirected as the winter internships offers are finally handed out.

For some, the decision is easy. She knows that Katsuki doesn’t even hesitate when he gets the offer to intern with Endeavor again, alongside Shouto. Ochako, on the other hand, is torn. Her original plan was to go with Ryuko for the third year in a row, but she knows that she’s gotten a little too comfortable there. It’s not challenging anymore, and as much as she loves working with the dragon hero, she knows that she needs to gain more experience somewhere else.

She wants to take Miruko’s offer. The woman is on a case in Sapporo, and she’s looking for a seasoned intern experienced in both rescue and combat to act as her support. It’s an amazing opportunity, especially when Ochako considers the fact that the rabbit hero is notorious for preferring to work alone – apparently the Sports Festival didn’t harm her reputation as much as she’d thought it would.

There’s only one problem.

She and Katsuki had been planning to spend a few days celebrating her birthday before heading out to their respective internships. Miruko’s offer, if Ochako accepts it, lasts the entire two-week winter break.

Not only would she not be able to visit home, she’d also have to cancel her plans with Katsuki.

When she tells him about the offer, something in her breaks a little at the excited, proud grin that spreads across his face. “You’re shitting me. Miruko? For real? That’s fuckin’ amazing, Cheeks.”

“… Yeah.” Ochako smiles back weakly.

He frowns. “Oi, what’s with that face? You aren’t interested or something?”

“It’s not that.” At his puzzled look, she says softly, “The internship lasts the whole break. It’s in Sapporo.”

She already checked online. It takes five hours to get from Sapporo to Tokyo; a one-way ticket costs around thirty thousand yen. There is no way she can afford to visit Katsuki, let alone her parents all the way down in Mie. And even if he could come to her, there is no way to guarantee that she’ll have the time.

“… oh.” She watches as he exhales slowly, the excitement fading in his eyes and replaced by disappointment. “Oh.”

Ochako bites her lip, eyes flickering towards the floor. “I – I don’t have to take the offer, Ryuko still has openings…”

It’s not that she doesn’t want to go. She does – desperately, actually, because it’s Miruko. Number five hero, badass bitch Miruko, who Ochako secretly idolizes for being strong and powerful and uncompromising in a culture where being those things as a woman can be career-ending more than career-making. It’s an opportunity she never dared to dream of – and now it’s being handed to her on a silver platter.

Katsuki knows this. He knows that Ochako wants to say yes, and he knows that for all that she’s offering to stay, she wants him to tell her to go.

And he does.

“Don’t be a dumbass,” he scowls, eyes narrowing. “Miruko asked you for a reason; you’re fucking going.”

She knows that he won’t let her turn it down – Katsuki would never ask her to sacrifice her career for him – but hearing it still helps settle the guilt that had been festering since she first got the offer. He looks a little dejected still, and so Ochako steps forward until her face is pressed into his chest, arms coming up to wrap around his waist in a hug. “Katsuki, I –”

“I know.” Strong arms band across her back to tuck her more securely against his chest, and one hand cradles the back of her neck. “Just means we gotta make up for your birthday and New Years when you get back.”

“Deal.” She inhales, taking in the smell of smoke and sugar that never fails to make her feel safe and secure. It’s only two weeks, but she already knows that she’ll miss him terribly.

A hand sweeps across her back, settling on her neck. The warmth of his palm is soothing against the tight muscles, and she relaxes into him. “M’proud of you, Cheeks. You’re gonna fucking crush it.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” It’s a lie, but Katsuki doesn’t call her out on it. Instead, he presses his mouth to the crown of her head.

“I love you,” he murmurs, quietly. Come back to me.

She pulls back, cradles his face between her palms, kisses him fervently in answer. I will.

─── ･｡ﾟ❁ﾟ｡･ ───

January: Straightforward. Soft and heavy, like morning before the coffee’s started brewing. Like that’s all there is to say.

He gets the call two days before they’re supposed to get back to the dorms.

“There was an avalanche in Sapporo,” Frogface’s monotone voice sounds tinny over the phone, and Katsuki’s heart drops to his toes. “Ochako – she’s in the hospital.”

The story is broadcast over every news channel, trending on every social media site. The case in Sapporo was an investigation, following rumors about a sex-trafficking ring targeting young girls. Miruko and Uravity had tracked the ring leaders to an abandoned town, where they’d captured the offending criminals with little trouble. The police were on the way, and the heroes had been comforting the scared girls, but nobody knew that one of the criminals had a remote-detonation quirk until it was too late.

The dynamite that exploded wasn’t meant to destroy the town – it was meant to bury it.

The twenty girls and all the criminals make it out alive and unscathed– so do all twelve thousand residents of the neighboring town. According to the reports, Uravity had created an entirely new gravitational field to slow the avalanche, with her own body as the anchorpoint, and had stalled long enough for everyone to evacuate the area. When she finally passed out, Miruko darted in to drag her intern to safety, but they had both ended up getting caught in the crush of snow.

The rescue team, who’d been on standby, found them both quickly, but Uravity’s overuse of her quirk, combined with her injuries, meant that she was rushed immediately to Musutafu, where Recovery Girl kept her alive long enough to get into surgery.

Katsuki skips class to go to the hospital, leg bouncing and his heart breaking as every agonizing minute passes. Mid-way through the day, Aizawa comes to try and bring him back to U.A., accompanied by Midnight. He almost fights both teachers in the middle of the waiting room, until his parents come and formally withdraw him for the day so he can stay.

When he’s finally allowed to see her, she’s in a coma. She looks small, tucked below scratchy white sheets and surrounded by machines he can’t name. There’s a neck brace supporting her head, the breathing tube snaking from her mouth and nose, and all he can do is hold her hand and squeeze, praying for her to wake up.

He comes every day after classes. He sits in the plastic chair by her bedside and talks about his internship, the things they did in class, and the stupid antics their classmates got up to in the dorms.

Every day, before he leaves, Katsuki kisses her and says that he misses her. That he can’t wait for her to wake up.

At one point, Miruko comes by to visit, solemn-faced – she’s in an electric wheelchair, missing her prosthetic limbs, and lugging an IV drip behind her. Part of Katsuki wants to blame her for it all, for giving the offer to Ochako in the first place, but he recognizes the guilt hidden behind the rabbit hero’s stoic façade.

“I told her not to overdo it.” The woman’s voice is low and throaty, weariness obvious even as she speaks. Katsuki spares a glance at the woman, who’s staring at Ochako’s still body in the bed. “Told her that the mountain was gonna come down one way or another. She didn’t fuckin’ listen – said she could keep going. That she had to.”

He’s seen the footage – it’s not something that he’ll ever forget. A towering wall of snow and ice and rock, a cresting wave over a ramshackle ruin, with a tiny pink form standing in front of the creeping, looming mass. He knows that Ochako’s quirk is more than just zero gravity, but seeing it in action, she looks like a goddess out of legend. Nobody who sees that video will ever call her weak again.

“Sounds like her,” he grunts, and neither of them say anything more.

Days later, he hears the rumor while waiting for shitty vending machine coffee and as he buys flowers at the flower shop on the hospital grounds. Apparently, Miruko called in a favor from one of the top healing quirk specialists to come and help Ochako.

He lugs an entire bushel of organic rainbow carrots to the woman’s hospital room as thanks, and scowls when Miruko points out that he should’ve sent them in an edible arrangement.

Three weeks after the accident, the neck brace and tubes are gone, the life support equipment removed, and all that’s left is to wait for Ochako to wake up. Katsuki is in the middle of complaining about some stupid training exercise he doesn’t really care about when the hand he’s holding squeezes.

“… Mm? Kat… ?” Ochako’s voice is low and gravelly, scratchy from disuse, and her heavy-lidded gaze settles on him tiredly. He stands abruptly, the chair clattering to the floor as the last remnants of fear and worry are replaced by sheer relief.

The hug he gives Ochako is careful and featherlight, but a strong hand pulls him tighter into her chest until he’s almost crushing her in his arms. Katsuki knows that he should be calling for a doctor, but he can’t help but take the moment to keep her for himself, just a little while longer.

“Shit, Cheeks,” he breathes, basking in the familiar weight of Ochako’s head tucked into the curve between his shoulder and neck. “I was so fuckin’ worried.”

“M’okay.” Her nose feels cold against his pulse. “Sorry,” she says, slurring a little.

“Don’t be.” She had saved those girls, and she was the reason that over ten thousand people were still alive. There was nothing to be sorry about. “You’re okay now, s’all that matters.”

She hums, the warmth of her breath lingering over his skin. “Love you,” she whispers, hands twisting in the fabric of his shirt.

Katsuki exhales in a soft, slow sigh, and presses a kiss into her hair. “Love you too.”

#kacchako #kacchako week 2020 #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #bakuraka #by nebbia #it was always you #fanfiction

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Fighting and Flirting (Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter 19: Finals

[Summary: As you all get your results for the written portions of your finals, it’s time for you to get ready for the practical portion. Would you be able to measure up to one of your teachers or not?]

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“Katsuki!” You shout, bouncing over to his desk excitedly, “How’d you do? I got sixth in the class!”

“Katsuki?” You hear Kirishima mutter under his breath, though you pay it no mind. You’re too excited about your test results to really care, “When did that happen?”

“Good job, dumbass,” Katsuki responds. Despite the teasing tone, he looks a little proud, “It’s a good thing you actually paid attention while we were studying. You almost caught up to me.”

“Wait, what did you get?”

“Third.”

“Woah, I definitely chose the right tutor!”

“You didn’t choose anything, I offered to help you study.”

“Hmmm, true,” You smile at him, before replying in a very singsong tone, “Thank you, Katsuki!”

“Whatever, loser.”

You skip off to go talk to Shoto and Deku about the written exams. You were going to hold onto the pride of doing well as long as you could before you had to get ready for the physical exam.

- - - - -

FROM HIS PERSPECTIVE

Bakugo had to admit that she was kind of cute when she was excited. He was pretty impressed with how hard she worked to get her grade, too. She really did work hard on all of their study sessions, and obviously it paid off.

As she skipped away, excitedly bragging to her other friends about her score, and how she managed to catch up after forgetting to study, he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. As he turned around to find a very confused looking Kirishima, he knew he was in for a few questions. Especially when Mina and Denki joined him.

“Dude, since when does (Y/N) call you ‘Katsuki’?” Kirishima asked though Bakugo knew he was implying something else with the question.

“I told her she could while we were studying. There’s nothing weird about it, I was just getting sick of hearing her refer to me by my family name.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind if we called you by your given name?” Denki asked, with an annoying smug look on his face. Bakugo knew he was being baited, but since when did that stop him from giving in.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Pikachu!”

“Oooooh,” Mina had a comment this time, “So you do have a soft spot for her. Are you guys dating?”

“No,” Bakugo responded a little too quickly, “and I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have a soft spot for anyone.”

“Suuuure, dude. But if you and her are hanging out like that, does that mean she isn’t dating Todoroki?”

“Of course they aren’t dating,” Mina responds first, “Trust me, they don’t have the right chemistry. I’m pretty sure they see each other as siblings.”

“Mina, I know you have some weird girl sense or whatever, but I don’t think you can just see stuff like that,” Denki argued, “But hey, if Bakugo isn’t dating her and Todoroki isn’t dating her, maybe I still have a shot!”

“Like hell you do, idiot,” Bakugo found himself cutting in, feeling weirdly angry at the implication of Denki dating her. Was this what jealousy feels like?

“I knew it!” Mina seemed pleased with herself, and as she high fived Denki, Bakugo got the feeling they had planned something, “You totally have a crush on her, don’t you?”

“Go to hell, Racoon-eyes.”

“Oh, come on, dude,” Denki said, “Just tell her.”

“Yeah, I gotta agree, man,” Kirishima adds in, “You really should just tell her.”

“Whatever,” Bakugo mutters, before sitting back in his seat. He really wasn’t in the mood to listen to a relationship lecture from the three of them, but maybe they were right. If she wasn’t dating Todoroki or anyone else, he might have a chance.

- - - - -

Before you knew it, it was time for you to take the practical part of your final exam. You had all passed the written exam, but you had a feeling that the practical portion would be a little harder. And since you hadn’t been told what this part would be yet, you weren’t sure what to expect.

And the look on Aizawa’s face when he got ready to explain it all to you didn’t help your nerves. You knew that you all had driven him insane this term, and you worried that maybe this was his chance for revenge. With the USJ attack, the number of injuries and dumb decisions at the sports festival, and the fact that three of your classmates took it upon themselves to catch a serial killer. Aizawa had to be really sick of all of you. And you just had to hope that he wouldn’t take that out on you during the finals.

Sadly, as Aizawa described the exam, your hopes were entirely dashed. You’d be paired up, aside from one group of three, and then pitted against one of the teachers. As Aizawa lists the teams and which teacher you’d be faced against, it seemed as though he purposely faced you against the teacher that would give you the hardest time possible.

You were in a group of three, with Jirou and Kota up against Present Mic. Obviously Aizawa had paired you all up against him on purpose. This set up looked like a quirk-based one, though you could see a few that weren’t. Like how Bakugo and Deku were paired up. It was obvious that Aizawa did that to test their ability to get over their personal problems. He really was trying to test all of your limits. Or he just really hated you all.

He gave you some time to get your plan together while you waited for the other teams to go. To be honest, as much as you knew about Present Mic’s quirk, you really weren’t sure how you’d either get past him or capture him. To be honest, you’d probably just have to think of a plan in the middle of it. Pressure always made you think a little quicker, and knowing your environment would help you figure out how Kota’s quirk could help you. Since his was kind of environment-based, it’d help to see where you were before you started thinking up a plan.

To be honest, when you watched the first fight you got a little concerned. The first matchup, Kirishima and Sato versus Cementoss, ended up with your classmates failing. Their quirks both had time limits and that worked against them. But obviously, even with the limiters put on the teachers, you were really going to have to fight for your grade. However, the next few matches did a bit to help boost your confidence. Tsu and Tokoyami worked together incredibly well with their strategy, though you had to admit that the way Tsu used her quirk at the end was a little disturbing. Iida and Ojiro managed to beat their teacher, too. Shoto and Momo had a bit of trouble with Aizawa at the beginning, but they managed to make up for it soon enough. Uraraka and Aoyama managed to beat Thirteen despite their nausea-inducing quirks. The only other pairing that failed was Mina and Denki, though you had to admit that facing them up against Principal Nezu was borderline cruel.

Soon enough it was time for you and your teammates to start your fight. To be honest, you were a little concerned that Present Mic might go a little rougher on you than the other teachers had, Considering that before you were matched up, Jirou had made a comment about how Present Mis was just an announcer. Either way, as you stood in the middle of a forest with Jirou suggesting that you run for the gate and avoid Present Mic entirely, you knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy fight.

Just as the three of you started moving, the ground started shaking. The trees blew back as a wave of piercing sound washed over you.

“Oh, fuck,” You yelp, throwing your hands over your ears. Jirou followed suit. Neither of you could move as the soundwaves started to make your ears bleed.

“Kota, can’t you have the birds attack him or something?” Jirou shouted, barely managing to be heard over the screeching of your teacher.

Kota signs a response, something to the degrees of “The birds will be scared away by him.”

“Jirou, can you drown him out?” You ask, trying to cover your ears even more.

“No, my sound waves aren’t loud enough to drown him out. Unless you can boost them?”

“I can, but not for very long. I don’t think we’d be able to make it to the gate in time, and even if we could, we wouldn’t be able to get past him in time.”

“Shit.”

You had to think. What could Kota talk to around here? There weren’t any birds and all the other animals had been scared away. All there were around you were trees. And bugs. Bugs!

“Kota, does your quirk work on bugs?”

He nods.

“Kota, could you get the bugs to attack him?”

“Only if you can drown him out for a little,” he signs.

“Perfect,” You grin at him, before turning to Jirou, “We’re going to drown out Present Mic for long enough for Kota to get the bugs to attack him. And then we run for it.”

She nods and the two of you prepare to drown him out. As Jirou launches her own soundwave attack, you focus on boosting her sound, drowning the screeching out was a less painful, but louder deep sound wave. Kota whispers something to a centipede as you do. You just have to hope that it works. Kota shoots you a thumbs-up, and you stop. Your ears were ringing, and as Present Mic’s screeching started up again, they started hurting even more.

It took a few moments, but eventually, the screeching stopped. You wondered if the bugs really worked or if he just got tired. Either way, that was your queue to run for the gate.

On your signal, the three of you sprinted. You hoped that you could make it to the gate before Present Mic started up again. As you made it out of the forest, you could see that gate. It wasn’t all that far. And right in front of it, was Present mic, completely covered in bugs and unconscious. Obviously, Jirou’s legs gave out at some point, since she was being carried by Kota as the three of you reached the gate.

“Hell yeah, guys,” You jumped through the gate, “That was amazing, Kota!”

“Thank you,” he signed after setting Jirou down, still refusing to make eye contact.

- - - - -

The next two fights actually went pretty fast to you. Shoji and Hakagure managed to pass against Snipe, though his quirk blocked their stealth abilities. And somehow Mineta managed to beat Midnight, though Sero, who was his partner, was knocked out for most of the fight. You had a feeling only Mineta passed, and that thought made you want to drop-kick him more than you ever had before.

The last fight was the one you were really worried about. Deku and Katuski up against All Might. You knew they hadn’t talked at all about strategy, and the two of them had pretty contradictory fighting styles, so there was no way there were going to agree on what to do. And knowing Katsuki, he was about to run head-on into a fight he couldn’t win.

As the fight started, they were instantly bickering. Katsuki heads off without Deku, though Deku follows behind despite his partner’s attempts to ditch him. Obviously Deku was trying to pitch a strategy, but Katsuki didn’t really seem like he was listening at all. The fighting got even worse as Katsuki knocked Deku to the ground, the two of them shouting at each other as Katsuki started walking away.

The fighting interrupted, though as All Might destroys an entire street of their city-themed arena, knocking the boy back purely with the shockwave. Deku tries to run, but Katsuki insists on fighting, which leads to a few moments you can’t even watch. Katsuki isn’t holding back, and All Might isn’t about to let him off easy. At least, no more than he has to.

You knew that Katsuki wanted to prove himself with this fight, but there was no way he was winning with his strategy. You had faith in him, but you’d have to be an idiot to think that a first-year high school student, no matter how powerful, could beat the number one hero in a fight. Obviously Deku knew that too since it seemed like he was attempting to make a run for the gate.

Somehow, despite the battle they were facing, the boys still seemed to have time to fight, as they shouted at each other, and as you flinched, watching as Bakugo was about to be crushed, Deku rushed in. You would be lying if you said you weren’t surprised when Deku Punched Katsuki, before dragging him away. It seemed as though All might let his guard down for a moment, but you knew that wasn’t the end of the fight.

They continue to bicker in the alleyway, but it seems like they come up with some sort of compromise as Katsuki passes Deku one of his gauntlets.

Katsuki launches a full-power attack against All Might, holding his attention fully on him as Deku approaches from behind. You start to piece together their plan as Deku uses Katsuki’s gauntlet to attack All Might, and Bakugo starts to flee towards the gate, Deku running behind him.

You hoped they’d make it, but you should’ve realized that would have been too easy as All Might catches up them and starts attacking them, focusing most on Katsuki as he does. At one point, he even picks up Deku to use as a weapon against Katsuki.

You look away for a little while, sick of seeing your friend and the boy you have a crush on being absolutely destroyed by All Might, but you can hear a few of their last-ditch attempts. At one point Katsuki launches Deku into the air, only for him to be slammed back into the ground. After a few more explosions, Katsuki gets knocked out entirely.

Deku’s the one to save the fight but knocking All Might back with a full-power punch, and grabbing Katsuki’s unconscious body. Despite his injuries, Deku drags Katsuki through the escape gate, winning the fight for both of them.

- - - - -

Finals were done for the day. Most of you had passed, and your classmates had gone home by now. But Katsuki and Deku hadn’t gotten out of the nurse’s office yet. You told Shoto to go ahead without you, and after a few minutes of arguing with you, he eventually did, though not until you promised to make Katsuki walk you home.

You had been sat outside the nurse’s office the entire time, waiting for them to be released. You were starting to get nervous until Katsuki finally walked out the door.

“Katsuki, thank god, are you alright?”

“Of course I am,” He muttered, “Deku’s fine too if you’re waiting for him. The old lady’s just holding him for a talk, he’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Oh,” You respond, “I wasn’t really waiting for him.”

“What?”

“I wanted to make sure you were alright. I wasn’t sure you’d be fine, but you took a little longer than I expected to get out of the office,” You say.

“Yeah, they kept me long for some goddamn reason.”

“Hm, yeah, I guess they just have to be overly cautious,” You say, “It wouldn’t look very good if All Might broke someone’s skull. I mean, after all of Deku’s injuries, I’m sure they’re a little on edge.”

“I guess.”

The two of you stand there awkwardly for a moment before Katsuki realizes something, “Hey, where’s Icyhot?”

“Oh,” You really can’t think of a good lie to tell him, “He left a little while ago. He didn’t want to wait with me.”

“You know you didn’t have to wait right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“God, you’re an idiot.”

“But you’re still going to walk me home, right?”

“Of course I am, dumbass.”

Taglist @thatpersonwithissues @ohnosiren

[Author’s Note: Writing fight scenes is actually really weird to do with a bunch of Shimejis crawling around your screen, but I swear these are the only reason I don’t fall asleep when I write at midnight.]

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha katsuki bakugou #bakugo #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader

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momostodoroki · 5 years ago

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lord knows i’ve failed you time and again (but you and me are alright)

so i absolutely forgot to post this fic i wrote inspired by @vertigospirit‘s lovely art which everyone should be fawning over imho

so anyways enjoy fighting!shoto and stressed-out-because-of-him!momo, they’re my babies i adore them

'"Oh, not again, Todoroki-san."

Yaoyorozu's tone is mildly scolding. He's sitting in the nurse's office despite his protests that his split lip and bleeding nose don't actually bother him. You should have seen the other guy , he tells his black-haired classmate as she dabs at his lips with antiseptic. When she presses the cotton swab against his lips instead of scolding him, he holds back a groan and chuckles so he can see her cheeks color with irritation at his carelessness.

The truth is, Shouto doesn't know why he keeps getting into fights. He knows when it started (it involves the birth of his scar and a life-changing visit from CPS), and he knows the only person he's hurting is himself (and hey, also the douche who called his mom a psycho), but every time his common sense tells him to take the high road, there's an image of his father commending him for 'upholding the family name' and he just… loses it. Next thing he knows, he's sitting in the school principal's office, waiting for Fuyumi to pick him up.

He also doesn't know how he ended up bagging Yaoyorozu's friendship. He remembers her in the school entrance exams, proud but humble about her first place - an odd amalgamation of what his life could have been like, had his father not been so incredibly shitty. He also remembers her falling apart in their seventh year project for Mr. Aizawa's class, and supporting her through it. Next thing he knew, they went from saying 'good morning' from neighboring seats to spending the evenings studying together.

It's not like he doesn't like it. He's come to enjoy Yaoyorozu's presence in his life just as much if not more than that of his other close friends: Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka. Shoto knows he can trust her.

Especially at times like the one he's in right now, when the school nurse has all but given up on him ( I literally just treated that split lip last week, Todoroki-kun , she'd said upon his entrance) and he's kind of a chicken about applying disinfectants. She shows up out of nowhere, school jacket forgone in the temperate spring days, hair held up in a no-nonsense ponytail. When she treats him, her hands are tender but precise, and it makes a weird warmth settle under his ribcage.

"Todoroki-san, please stop looking for trouble." she chides, sitting beside him as she's done looking after him. Shouto would never admit it, but when Yaoyorozu looks at him with a mixture of annoyance and exasperated fondness the way she is doing right then, he's thankful that the nurse refuses to treat him anymore.

"It's nothing." he replies, offering her an only slightly bloodied smile. "Don't worry."

Yaoyorozu's brow furrows. They've had this conversation a hundred times - sometimes over tea, sometimes sitting down at the park while petting whatever stray cat has approached them that particular time. She hates his getting into fights, hates seeing him bruised and having to watch as his sister takes him home to get yet another 'talking to' from his father.

(but Shouto loves the adrenaline, loves disappointing his father and, most importantly, loves having her over to bring him their homework when he's dismissed early.)

"You're going to be the death of me." She declares, standing up and offering him her hand.

"Or someone else, probably." he quips, following her to lunch. She gets him cold soba, and Shouto ends up thinking it's her who is going to kill him.

He's really done it this time.

Momo is standing in Todoroki-san's room, watching his sister dab ointment on the swollen skin around his left eye. Well , she thinks, at least whoever he fought this time had the decency to punch him in a discrete place.

Todoroki-san is Momo's favorite person in the whole world. She thinks she started developing feelings for him sometime between their weekly study sessions in eighth grade and the silent but unwavering support he provided when she and her team participated in the school sports festival against Itsuka Kendo-San from class 1B. But even obviating the romantic aspect of her feelings for him, Todoroki-san is just… dependable.

Or he would be, if she didn't have to constantly look out for him to make sure he hasn't gotten into yet another fight. She sort of gets why he does it, though not really. She knows he has a complicated family history and trusts he will tell her about it if he ever needs to or feels comfortable doing it - and for her, that is enough.

But he's been doing so good lately, barely even gotten into a fight in almost a month. She thinks it has something to do with his last fight being against Midoriya, and the conversation that followed. He's even seemed… Happier. Not happy exactly, but more relaxed, softer around the edges.

Momo has always admired his serious personality, but privately thought he seemed lonely. She'd felt happy to see him open up, to see him direct small smiles at her from the other side of the cafeteria. Elated to know, without a single ounce of proof, that the tingling sensation at the nape of her neck was from him having touched her hair in passing as he exited their classroom.

She'd even begun believing he might reciprocate her feelings. She'd finally managed to ask him, heart pounding in her ears, if he'd like to grab a bite sometime, and he'd said yes without a blink of his mismatched eyes. When she'd rushed to clarify that she meant her offer in a more-than-friendly way, and he'd very faintly blushed before reassuring her that the answer was still affirmative, she had been sure this was the start of something new for them.

And then he goes and stands her up in favor of getting into yet another fight. Momo is going to kill him - bust first she's going to get some answers.

Fuyumi is the worst sister in the world.

A great big sister wouldn't have let Yaoyorozu in. Instead, Fuyumi leads her into his bedroom and, as soon as she's done putting ointment on his bruise, leaves them alone, door closed behind her. She is not getting a birthday present from him.

Yaoyorozu sits on his desk chair. For a moment, neither of them says anything: her looking straight at him with those big onyx eyes, him looking everywhere but at her. Eventually, Shoto hears her sigh, and then she speaks.

"I waited for you outside of school." she says, and Shoto can just picture her wearing the very same red turtleneck and black skirt and standing by the door, onyx eyes hopeful. He feels like an even bigger douche, letting some idiot get the best of him and in doing so, letting her down.

" I'm sorry I missed our date, Yaoyorozu." Shouto says, pulling at a loose thread on his blue sweater's sleeve. "I was looking forward to it."

"May I ask why, if that was the case, you missed it?"

Shouto thinks that if she knew, Yaoyorozu would forgive him. But he doesn't want Yaoyorozu to hear the way that disgusting jerk talked about her. He lowers his eyes, looking at her fisted hands.

"A guy said some things about me and I… lost control." it is, technically, not a lie, but he doesn't think it's enough of the truth to salvage their budding relationship.

"Todoroki-san…"she laments, digging into her forehead with the heel of her hand. "How many times will I have to ask you to stop getting into trouble?"

She leaves not long after that, and though Shouto is rarely ever cold, the room seems to lose warmth without her.

Momo's heart is going to explode.

She's searched and searched around the school, but she can't find Todoroki-san. She knows, realistically, that this can wait until tomorrow. She is also aware that her parents would greatly disapprove of the way she is running around and interrupting conversations and classes just to find one boy - but she might actually shatter into pieces if she doesn't talk to Todoroki-san right now.

Because he didn't not want to show up to the date. He was freshening up after basketball practice when some idiot from class 1B started talking about how Todoroki-san had 'bagged the hottest chick in their year' and 'totally' needed to 'share the deets on her bod when he was done with her'. Todoroki-san, her kind, caring Todoroki-san, hadn't been willing to humor that douche's disgusting comments. He had fought Monoma and beat him to a bloody pulp, but had to face detention and pay for the guy's hospital bills. That's why he'd stood her up.

And after a week of barely talking, Ashido-San had finally had enough, and let her in on the incident (which she'd learned through Kirishima-san). Needless to say, this information gave Momo a different perspective.

So she runs, to no avail because he's nowhere to be found, and neither are her friends, so she starts the way back home. When she's waiting for her ride, she notices a commotion in the school's adjoining park. There's a crowd surrounding something, or rather some people , as she finds out when she approaches. One of the people in question is Todoroki-san, shirtless and with a gash on his arm, green uniform pants stained with dirt. The other one is a short freshman with purple hair, clearly in over his head in regards to the fight. Covering her mouth with one hand in worry, Momo approaches the fight. She doesn't notice the way the crowd parts for her, but she does feel a spark of anger ignite in the pit of her stomach.

Soon she is at the edge of the circle, close enough that when Todoroki-san throws a punch and hits the shorter guy square in the jaw, she can't help but yell his name in horror.

"Yaoyorozu?" Todoroki-san asks, looking around for her. She's so mad at him for getting into yet another fight and also being so hot while not wearing a shirt, so she channels that anger into grabbing him by the hand and running towards the thicker part of the little wood in the park.

Once they're alone, she lets the anger blaze.

"Do you have a death wish? Are you out of your mind? Is this how you're going to be all of high school?" she scolds, holding one shoulder in her arm and poking his chest with every question. "I am tired of watching you hurt yourself, Todoroki-san."

"Yaoyorozu…"

"I'm not done! I know you fought Monoma-san and stood me up because he was being disgusting about me. I would have appreciated it being you who told me that instead of Ashido-san" she tells him, narrowing her eyes at him. In response to that, Todoroki-san's cheeks turn faint pink, and he looks away in apparent embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Yaoyorozu." he apologizes.

"But Todoroki-san… Does this mean you didn't just get into a fight to let me down gently?" she asks, looking at him, her onyx eyes full of hope.

"Of course not." he replies firmly. "Yaoyorozu, I would have never consented to a date with you if I weren't sincerely, positively interested in you."

And then she's kissing him. It's the single most impulsive, inappropriate thing she has ever done. Her etiquette tutors would have her head. But it's also the greatest thing she's ever done. Especially when Todoroki-san gets over the shock and holds her cheek with one warm hand as he returns the kiss. Meanwhile the other, oddly cooler hand undoes her ponytail so he can tangle his fingers in her hair.

There's so much still wrong with them, but in that moment, everything is perfect.

"Todoroki-san?" she calls after they part.

"Yes, Yaoyorozu?"

"Are you okay?"

"Don't worry." he reassures her, taking her hand in his as they walk back to procure his shirt. "I'm doing just fine."

And he really is.

#haysu writes stuff #todomomo #todoroki shouto #yaoyorozu momo #my hero academia #otp: i voted for you #ksksks todoroki is all 'FIGHT ME' and momo is all 'sTOP IT'#i love them sm my babies

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cosmic-affinities · 5 years ago

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Fantasy Meets Reality Ch.1

This is the first chapter of my take on the BNHA Fantasy AU, I posted a snippet of this fic earlier this week, let me know if you are eager for more! Also huge huge huge shoutout to @we-stanjirou for being my motivation and feedback machine for this! This would have taken a lot longer without their help!

Read chapter 1 on AO3 Here.

Of fucking course it had to be Katsuki Bakugou.

Who else would have a weirdo clone from some kind of ‘Alternate Dimension’ show up to mess up their life. Obviously no one.

Of fucking course Bakugou just had to be the one who temporarily imprinted on the random ass third year who had a dimension summoning quirk.

Because why wouldn’t he?

It started with Bakugou being in the direct line of sight of a sick third year who was having trouble keeping his quirk under control. Next thing he knew there was a small pop and deceivingly large tear in the middle of the room.

Before anyone could react a second Katsuki could be seen, luckily Mr. Aizawa had been nearby and witnessed the ordeal. The teacher ushered the third year out of the room and sent him to Recovery Girl to relay the events in hopes of reversing them. He was lucky enough to have had him as a student and understood how his quirk worked. As he turned to face most of his homeroom class, an eruption of noise came over the room.

“WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!” Was the most prominent question in the room.

“Everyone quiet down IMMEDIATELY.” Mr. Aizawa was quick to rein in his problem children.

“That student's quirk has the ability to pull a different version of anyone that is in close enough range from a different reality. In this case Bakugou happened to be in close enough range when the student lost control of his quirk due to him being sick, to have summoned a different version of him. Everyone is to remain silent as I talk to this alternate version of Bakugou.” The class was too stunned to speak, and those who weren’t took Aizawa’s words to heart.

“Now, I am Shouta Aizawa-”

“The mage?”

“No I am not a mage, you have been brought to an alternate reality than that of your own, we are going to get you back to your own realm as quickly as possible, but for the time being you will have to remain here.”

“How would anyone but a mage know of these things?” The skepticism was evident in his tone and expression.

“In this reality we do not have mages, many people are born with special abilities unique to them and your presence here happens to be because of one of those abilities.”

“If that is the case then why are there many people here that I recognise? That one with the dark blue hair is a knight, and the red and white haired one is the son of the insolent so-called King of the surrounding lands.”

“You must have been pulled from a dimension with similar people around you.”

“Are we just going to dismiss the fact that this fucking extra is wearing my face?!” Bakugou finally snapped.

“Bakugou, language, as I said we will resolve this as soon as possible but in the meantime you all must stay here, we can’t afford to disrupt two separate dimensions if the student’s quirk usage was faulty due to being ill, I want all of you to stay here until I get back, acquaint yourselves, I still can’t be sure as to how long there will be two of you.” The teacher left no room for complaints as he swiftly walked towards Recovery Girl’s office.

As soon as everyone was composed, the questions came flooding in.

“Did you say Iida was a knight?”

“Do you know who I am?”

“My father is insolent in more than one realm, who would've guessed.”

“Do you recognise me?”

“Who are you?”

The questions were all coming far too quickly for any of them to be answered, the ruckus did seem to alert another student though. As Midoriya walked in everyone became quiet.

“Hey Kaccha- You’re not Kacchan.” Midoriya stopped abruptly in front of the newcomer, obviously confused.

“Um guys what’s happening?” Before anyone could respond, though, the second Bakugou spoke.

“Izuku?” Any words the students had died on their tongues, they had never heard that voice call Midoriya anything but Deku.

“How do you know my name? Who are you? What’s going on?”

“I am Katsuki Bakugou.”

“No-no you definitely are not, would someone please tell me what’s happening?” The only one who surprisingly held their composure through all this spoke up.

“Some idiot third year who couldn’t control their fucking quirk brought this here from another dimension, and apparently you happen to make an appearance there too.”

“Kacchan! Finally someone who will answer me, this is all because of a quirk? What are we supposed to do?’

“Aizawa just told us to stay here until he gets back from talking to the idiot that got us into this fucking mess.”

“Izuku.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“That’s your name, is it not?”

“Well yeah but I don’t know you!”

“Well allow me to reintroduce myself, I am Katsuki Bakugou, Dragon Master. Although, you usually call me Kit.”

“Okay... Kit? How do you know me, and anyone else here that you might recognise?”

“Well Izuku, you, a Knight in training, came to find me to join you on your quest to rid our kingdom of its biggest threat, a giant demonic beast determined to destroy everything we have built over thousands of years.”

“Okay… and everyone else?”

“Well there is,” he pointed around the room, gesturing to everyone as he spoke “Prince Todoroki, the witch Uraraka, the knight Iida, Martial Artist and aspiring Dragon Master Kirishima, Soldier Kaminari, the Musical Mage Jirou, Ashido and Asui are the Innkeepers of our favorite inn, and finally potion master Yaoyorozu.” He had gone around the room completely only skipping the other version of him.

“Alright, Kit, thank you. I guess we'll just have to wait for Mr. Aizawa, like Kacchan said.” At this his classmates began quietly discussing the new information, curious about their alternate personalities.

“Who is this… Kacchan?”

“Me, the one whose face you stole.” There was a certain edge to his voice that no one could place.

“Yes, I’m guessing the other version of me calls you Kit in a similar way that I call him Kacchan.” Midoriya said in a placating maner.

“I doubt that, based on the way Kacchan acts, I would say it is different from the way my Izuku calls me Kit.”

“Don’t call me that, my name is Bakugou, I don’t care if it's yours too.” Neither version of the fiery blonde took notice of the flush on Midoriya’s face at the usage of ‘my Izuku’ and newfound protectiveness over a nickname.

At this point the rest of their classmates became interested in the newcomer, curious to find out more about the alternate reality.

“Wait, bro can you tell us more about where you are from? I kinda want to know more about becoming a Dragon Master like you said I am becoming!” From there Kit moved towards the middle of Class A’s common room to answer their questions, now coming at a reasonable pace.

“Tch.”

“What’s wrong Kacchan?”

“Huh, nothing! I don’t care about that shitty version of me.” Although his voice radiated with confidence, he wore a look of distrust, waiting for something to go wrong.

“It’s all a little too weird for me, I guess everyone is really curious about what the other versions of them would be doing, I really would rather not.”

“I figured a nerd like you would be all over this, trying to figure out the formula to replicate the quirk that started it all or something equally as stupid.”

“Yeah no, it's kinda weird talking to not-you, although the way he talks about not-me makes me wonder…” Midoriya trailed off, not wanting to admit to wondering about Kit’s relationship with not-him.

“No one else seems to really care, even half and half is using an actual facial expression.”

“You two are so different though, it would be super easy to tell you two apart.”

“You really think so Midobro? They are pretty much identical.” Kirishima cut in, apparently satisfied with the answers from Kit.

“O-oh yeah I’m pretty sure it would be super easy.”

“Wanna try?”

“What do you mean shitty hair, it’s literally wearing a cape with no shirt, obviously he could tell us apart right now.”

“Why don’t you guys just change clothes? You are literally the exact same size, and I want to see if Mido could actually do it,” Kirishima quickly faced the rest of the room “Do you guys think Midoriya could tell these two apart?”

There were varying murmurs of agreement before Mina spoke up.

“Well yeah, but right now it is super obvious! They would need to change.”

“I never fucking agreed to this Shitty Hair!” Before anyone could respond, the door opened and revealed a tired looking Aizawa,

“Listen up everyone, Recovery Girl told me that the safest way to get Bakugou into his own reality would be to wait until the third year is no longer ill and just have him reverse his quirk. She also said that his recovery would not be for three to four days because she cannot heal the flu.”

Everyone looked at their teacher expectantly, they were waiting for him to continue. With a sigh Aizawa continued.

“He will stay in the extra dorm room on the second floor, and I just need to ask Bakugou to lend him some clothing while he is here, seeing as you would be the same size.” The teacher looked at the original Bakugou and nodded at his vague grunt in response.

“I will take that as a yes, and if I see him in the exact same clothes tomorrow, you will serve a detention.” With his words he walked out of the common room and left the students to their previous conversation.

“See Bakubro, if you just give him something now and then you go change, we can see if Midoriya can actually tell you two apart!” The only response Kirishima got was an eyeroll.

“I don’t think he could, they’re identical!” Kaminari spoke from his position across the room.

“I don’t think so either, sorry Midoriya.” Todoroki’s words caused Midoriya to flush. The rest of the class came to the consensus that, if wearing different clothes, they didn’t think Midoriya could tell the two apart.

“Do you think they’ll let this go?” Bakugou leaned in and whispered to Midoriya while everyone was distracted.

“I don’t think so Kacchan, you know how everyone can get.”

With an audible sigh and an eye roll Bakugou spoke up again, this time to the whole class.

“Fine whatever, none of you will ever let this go so let’s just get it fucking over with.”

Everyone looked shocked, no one expected him to agree so quickly, if at all. Their eyes soon drifted to Kit, who seemed slightly confused.

“Really?”

“Did I fucking stutter Shitty Hair? I don’t want to deal with this shit for three days, might as well get it over with now.”

“Wow, ok um Kit, are you o-”

“Um I would actually prefer if you didn’t call me Kit, thank you.” Mina and Uraraka shared a look at this information.

“Oh right sorry, how about Katsuki-kun?”

‘Yes that’s fine.”

“Alright Katsuki-kun, are you alright with doing this little test?”

“Um sure I guess, although I don’t understand what enjoyment could come of it.”

“Perfect! Bakubro, why don’t you take Katsuki-kun to get some clothes and we can set up here with Midoriya?”

“Tch whatever, let's go.” The blondes walked out of the room towards Bakugou’s dorm and the common room quickly got to work.

“I say we have them sit next to each other on this big couch and make Midoriya stand on the other side of the table. And we can have them put their hands behind their backs against the couch so he can’t tell by quirk usage.” Kirishima said, seemingly having put in a lot of thought.

“And we will just check to make sure there are no obvious identification marks on them.” Uraraka added.

“We also can’t let Midoriya see them walk in, what if they walk differently!” Tsu had a point.

“I can take Midoriya into the corner while they walk in and get settled then he can stand behind the table.” Mina suggested.

This seemed to appease everyone, Mina quickly whisked Midoriya into the corner and everyone waited for the two to return.

“So Midoriya, what’s got you so confident?”

“W-well I guess there's just something distinct about Kacchan that Kit doesn’t have, I honestly couldn’t tell you Mina” The pink girl took a moment to process what was being said to her.

“Just a distinct quality or..?” She hoped to get a little more information,’something distinct’ didn’t help her at all.

“Not a quality exactly, maybe a distinct presence? Like I said I’m not too sure, but I am confident that I’ll be able to tell them apart.”

“Well they do say confidence is key, maybe that’s all you need!”

“Alright I hear them walking this way, Mido turn around!” Mina gently grabbed his shoulders and faced him towards the wall and they listened to the instructions being told to the two as they came in.

“I don’t know Deku, they look pretty identical to me!” Uraraka slid in next to him and Mina, the two girls sharing a glance behind his back.

“Alright! They are in place! Sitting the exact same way and making the exact same face! Good luck Midobro.” Kirishima said before he motioned to Mina to move him towards the table.

He was right too, Midoriya saw the two from across the room and they could’ve been carbon copies of each other, but once he got into place he stood for about three seconds before he turned around and spoke up.

“So, when I get this right what happens?” The question created a small silence.

“Well what do you want IF you get this right.” Kaminari was first to speak up.

“Honestly? For Kacchan to make katsudon, but to ask him would defeat the purpose. OH! Actually I do know what I want,” He faced Uraraka directly “and that is for Uraraka to get off my back for that thing we talked about a few days ago, for at least a week.”

Everyone looked confused as Uraraka thought over the proposition.

“You really expect me to lay off after this?” Her eyebrow raise sent a note of challenge.

“Fine let's make a deal, I’m right and you lay off for a week. I’m wrong and I won’t complain for a week AND I’ll take one of your suggestions! You definitely have the better end of this.”

Uraraka had been on board when he mentioned taking one of her suggestions and didn’t hesitate to say yes.

“Now I really want to know what they talked about.”

“Well, you won’t be able to figure it out for at least a week Kirishima, because I know who is who.”

“There is no possible way you know already, you looked at them for like five seconds from ten feet away!” Kaminari seemed taken aback by the mere suggestion that Midoriya knew already.

“Well let me prove it then.” Midoriya faced the couch once again and pointed to the figure sitting to the right “To the right is Kit and to the left is Kacchan.” The air of confidence Midoriya possessed had rarely been seen.

The left figure spoke up first.

“Well shit, nerd, how did you manage that?”

Then the figure on the right.

“He’s right Izuku, that was quite impressive.” They were the only two to speak up for the moment. Then Midoriya responded.

“Kacchan, I could say your name before I could say my own, actually no, I couldn't say your name so I called you Kacchan instead before I said my own name, I’m pretty sure I can tell you apart from someone I just met like fifteen minutes ago.” This statement seemed to have gotten their class out of their stupor.

“Wait, that’s why you call him Kacchan? No wonder he won’t let m-”

“Pikachu I’ll kill you!” Bakugou made a move to stand up but Mdoriya stood in front of him.

“Kacchan really? Not worth the detention I promise, especially not one with Aizawa.” Bakugou slowly lowered his hands, resigning to the fact that the nerd was right.

Once his hands were lowered Midoriya turned away from him and faced Ochako.

“Now, you have to lay off for a whole week!” Everyone saw the smug look on Midoriya’s face, one they never expected to be pointed at another person.

“Izuku, would you come here for a minute?” The common room quieted down for a moment when they heard Kit speak up. Midoriya walked towards him in response and they both moved just out of earshot of the others, and they continued their shocked conversations.

“Can I ask you something? Will you promise to not be offended?”

“Uh sure Kit, go ahead, I won’t be offended.”

Kit dropped his voice even lower, making sure no one would over hear them.

“You love him?”

Even though he didn’t say who, the red of Midoriya’s cheeks gave away his answer.

“Seeing as you are only going to be here for a few more days, I’m not going to lie to you. Yes, I’m pretty sure I always have.” The simplicity of his words and the sincerity in his eyes were almost incapacitating, he had never even been that honest with himself, let alone to someone else. Even more so than to someone who had the same face as the one he was talking about.

“Thank you for your honesty, it is very noble of you. I have one other thing to admit to you.”

“Go ahead Kit, I’m listening.”

“I feel a very similar way about my Izuku, that's why I was in such a state when you came in, you see my Izuku became angry with me around a week ago after a nasty argument, I haven't had his gaze upon me since so the shocking green of your eyes momentarily disarmed me.” His honesty urged Midoriya’s primal need to please people to kick in.

“Hey Kit?”

“Yes?”

“If he's anything like me, then a little bit of time will go a long way. Once he realises you're gone he won’t want to lose you again, but if you want a piece of advice. Go after him, don’t let him think that you are willing to let him go. Trust me if you go after him, even just once, it will mean the world to him.” Midoriya disconnected their eye contact and looked towards his own hands.

“He��s watching us you know. Has been this whole time.” Midoriya’s eyes snapped up and over, he saw Bakugou huff and face the ground. “Do you trust me?”

“Depends on what for.”

“Will you follow my lead? If I can’t be with my ‘Zuku, maybe you can be with your Kacchan.”

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Good, act as if everything is normal.”

“Ok.” The two faced the rest of the class and stopped whispering, Kit quickly turned to Midoriya and spoke in a normal voice.

“It’s remarkable how similar you two are, and here I thought My Izuku was one in a million, or maybe I am just lucky enough to have met two of you in one lifetime.” As he spoke Kit ran his thumb over Midoriya’s cheekbone softly before letting his hand drop.

The flush on his face was evident, no one had ever spoken so poetically about him before. The silence that surrounded them was quickly broken by a small crackling that stopped just as suddenly as it started but not before Midorya caught a glimpse of an orange glow around Bakugou. Kit shot him a knowing glance.

“Wow Kit, uh, thank you. That was very nice of you, I’m sure your Izuku would love to hear it from you.”

“I’m quite afraid that I may have ruined my chances with him. I did and said some pretty harmful things.” Kit glanced towards the floor.

“I don’t think that’s possible Kit, some things are worth fighting for, you just have to choose what those things are.” Midoriya chanced a glance at Bakugou then directed his gaze back down to the floor. Once he looked back up he saw Kit looking at him.

“Thank you Izuku.” Midoriya had no time to prepare for the hug Kit enveloped him in, he stood shocked for a moment before he returned the gesture.

“Of course Kit.”

A whisper reached his ear from slightly above him.

“That was great, you should see his face.” Midoriya flushed at the implication and their arms dropped.

Midoriya was now fully aware of all the people staring at them, he quickly walked towards Uraraka to try and avoid their eyes. The reprieve he was searching for was not found with his friend, however.

“Deku what was that?!” Uraraka whispered to him, he should have expected this.

“What was what? He wanted to talk to me, is there a problem?” He tried very hard to give off an air of confidence, it seemed like he was succeeding.

Until he felt all the eyes on him. His facade wavered momentarily but that’s all it took.

“Deku, come over here now.” It was not a request, although if it was there was no way he would have denied it, he couldn’t say no to Kacchan.

“Alright I’ll be there in a sec Kacchan, I’ll come back as soon as I’m done, Ura, ok?”

Without waiting for a response Midoriya made his way to Kacchan, hoping maybe he would offer him a reprieve. As he moved across the room, eyes flicked between him and Kit, then eventually to Bakugou.

“Hey Kacchan! What’s up?”

“You’re helping me make katsudon for dinner.”

“Oh am I now?” Midoriya responded with a playful tone, both of them knew he couldn’t pass up katsudon.

“Unless you want one of these shitty extras to try and make some half assed dinner then yeah you are.”

“How could I say no to Kacchan’s katsudon? Oh right I can’t.”

“Damn straight, I make the best fucking katsudon.”

“Don’t ever tell my mom I said this but, yeah you do.” The two, so engrossed in their conversation didn’t notice the proud smile on Kit’s face, or the sea of eyes looking between the three of them.

“I don’t think Auntie Inko would ever forgive you.”

“Wait, who is Auntie Inko?” The first voice to interrupt their conversation spoke up.

“To you? Ms Midoriya-san, but I have privilege ‘cause she likes me more than her own son most of the time.”

“Kacchan! Hey! Mean! But yeah he’s talking about my mom, Kirishima. Ever since Kacchan was allowed near a stove he has competed with my mom to make the best katsudon and soba, and with Auntie Mitsuki to make the best desserts.”

“And you said I make the best katsudon so I win!”

“Wait, you guys call each other’s moms Auntie? That's freaking cute!”

“Can it, pinky!”

“No way! I need to hear everything about your collective childhood immediately!”

“Oh Ashido, it really isn’t that interesting! Plus if you all want to eat we should probably get started.” Midoriya didn’t want to get into every complicated aspect of his childhood so he decided to turn and walk to the kitchen without waiting for a response.

Bakugou followed soon after him and they were both glad to have a room between them and the rest of their class. Bakugou quickly got to work and started to cook. Midoriya had done this plenty of times before, even if he could never do it by himself he knew his way around the recipe. Their companionable silence was fleeting.

“So, what's with you and my shitty clone? I thought you said talking to him was weird?” Anyone else would have assumed his tone was passive, conversational even, but Midoriya knew better, this must have been the reason he was called in the first place.

“Oh it is, trust me.” Midoriya could’ve continued, probably would have if he was talking to anyone else. He wanted to see where Kacchan would take it.

“Then why’d you talk to him, you do have the ability to say no. It’s really not that hard.”

“He sounded so serious, I wanted to see what he had to say. Plus it's a little less weird now that I can see how different you are.” Again he cut himself off early, determined to not give everything away in an unfocused ramble.

“So… what was so serious that he had to pull you all the way into the corner for, seems kinda dramatic to me.”

“Really Kacchan? You are going to call him dramatic?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“Kacchan I have literally seen you blow up a pillow that you tripped over because, and I quote, ‘mother fucker was out to get me’ I was calling you dramatic.”

“Watch your fucking language Deku! If round face or four eyes hears you, they’ll get on my ass and I do not need that.”

“No one should ever hear me while I play video games, I think everyone would have a minor melt down.”

“Well you own damn fault for setting high expectations. Anyway, you were about to tell me the idiot’s sob story that lured you into a corner.” He had a signature smirk on his face but the fact that he asked four times gave Midoriya the impression that the smirk was nothing more than a facade.

“Well he asked me a question about our class, and then he started to tell me about the other Izuku, the one he knows.” He stopped there, hoping he could get away without lying about what Kit asked him. One look up from the vegetables he was cutting told him he would have no such luck. Bakugou was looking at him with an expectant look, waiting for him to continue.

“Apparently the other Izuku got mad at him around a week ago, to the point where he won’t even look at Kit, so when he saw me look at him and willingly interact with him he was caught off guard I guess.”

“And…?”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s not something he would hide from everyone else, in fact he told everyone right after you finished talking, so I’m asking what else he told you.”

Thinking quickly, Midoriya didn’t have very many options, he couldn’t lie to Kacchan, he would be the only one that would be able to see right through it, he would just have to think of something.

“Oh well, um he may have asked for some advice as to how to stop the other me from being upset with him, I’m guessing that's why he mentioned the two of us being so similar, although I wonder how true that can actually be given that a lot of me has been shaped by you and All Might, two people that the other me could not have had the same experiences with. It seems like the two of us from there had only met fairly recently so I wonder how different that makes us.”

“Damn nerd now you want to mumble?” Although Izuku could hear him, it was almost as if Bakugou was talking to himself.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t even realise!”

“Yeah no shit, are you finished chopping? I finished prepping the pork already.”

“Oh yeah, here. I made the onion thinner like you said last time, and I grabbed the stuff to fry the pork.”

“Great, now I know you actually listen to what I say.”

The two returned to a companionable silence as they continued to cook, working together like a well oiled machine, an impressive sight to anyone. They had been in the kitchen for about a half hour when Kit and Mina came in, luckily the pair had finished talking out the earlier occurrences with Kit.

“Hey guys! I wanted Katsuki-kun here to see the kitchen, he said he had a knack for cooking!”

“Although I am more accustomed to working over an open flame rather than a controlled heating box.”

“What the hell do you want pinky? Is there a reason you’re distracting us?”

“Actually yes there is! Katsuki-kun, Uraraka, and I need to steal Midoriya here for a few, isn’t that right Katsuki-kun?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

Midoriya looked at Bakugou who was resolutely staring at the food in front of him, Midoriya switched his gaze over to Kit and saw him look at Bakugou then at Midoriya trying to convey some kind of message. Apparently he had taken too long to respond.

“Tch, just go you damn nerd, I’ll be fine and I know you can’t say no to anyone.” The remark was punctuated with an eye roll, but there was a sincerity in Bakugou’s voice that Midoriya did not miss.

“Thanks Kacchan I’ll come back as soon as I’m done and I’ll help you finish up.”

“Yeah yeah whatever just go already.” Bakugou continued to methodically fry the pieces of pork, now moving slightly slower because he had to prep them himself.

The three walked out to the common room and immediately walked over to the corner Uraraka was sitting in.

“Ok so what did you guys need me for? I was in the middle of making dinner.”

“We know about your… thing with Bakugou.”

“Uraraka what are you talking about? What thing? And who are you talking about Kacchan or Kit?”

“Not me Izuku, what we discussed earlier, like what I have with my ‘Zuku.”

This was met with a blush covering Izuku’s face, he hoped that Kit hadn’t said anything.

“Hey Midoriya? I don’t think you should be worried all that much, I think you have a good chance with Bakubro!”

“Thanks Ashido, but I don’t really think I’m going to chance that, I’d rather be friends than nothing at all. So if that’s everything I’m going to help him finish dinner before he gets upset about me ditching him.”

Izuku left with no room for argument, he really didn’t want any of them interfering, it would only make the inevitable failure worse. He quickly made his way back to the kitchen happy to see that his spot wasn’t immediately taken by Kacchan, he went back to where he was and continued prepping the pork like he was before.

“Oh back so soon?” Izuku could hear the slight apprehension in his voice, he wanted to soothe it immediately.

“Yeah, they were just being dumb, not important enough for me to ditch you to make the rest of the katsudon alone.”

“So what the fuck did they want?”

“Oh they were just trying to um get me to tell them how I could tell you two apart, they seemed set on the fact that it was somehow rigged I guess.”

“Tch, what’d you tell them?”

“The same thing I told Mina before you guys came in.”

“Which was…”

“Oh right you weren’t there to hear it, I told her that you just have a distinct presence that Kit doesn’t I guess.” Maybe if Izuku said it enough it would be true, it was better than admitting the real reason to anyone.

“That’s bullshit, how did you actually tell us apart?” Shit, had Kacchan noticed? He couldn’t just say that his heart rate picked up when he looked at him or that Kacchan felt like a hero while Kit didn’t, that would be hard to explain. Hell it was hard to explain to himself.

“I really don’t know, I guess I just do.” It was weak at best, a blatant lie at worst. Maybe he could get by being vague.

“I’m just saying maybe if you figure it out you can tell the extras, I don’t want to be mistaken for him until he can go back to wherever they hell he came from.”

“Ha maybe. Hopefully this gets sorted out soon, I know neither of you want him here.”

The conversation drifted off, neither feeling uncomfortable with the silence, it was a comfort neither took for granted.

Small requests for ingredients and tools passed between the two until they finally finished cooking and plating everyone’s food, Izuku quickly called for everyone to get a bowl and the class congregated at a long table, Izuku and Bakugou sitting down last, next to each other at the end of the table.

“Wow Bakubro, Mido wasn’t kidding when he said you make the best katsudon! This is delicious!” At Kirishima’s words many murmurs and nods of agreement followed, even Kit had a positive word to say.

“Damn straight I’ve been perfecting this for years!” No one argued with him, many were surprised that he would put so much effort into such a random dish yet no one felt inclined to mention it.

“Hey, didn’t you say katsudon was your favorite Deku?” Uraraka seemed to randomly have an epiphany.

“Uh, yeah, it always has been. At least according to my mom.”

“Do you know why?” Deku blushed at the words, he did but he didn’t really want to tell that embarrassing story. He decided to stay quiet.

“You do know why! Come on tell us, I’m always curious as to why people’s favorite food is their favorite!”

“Oh well um, it’s all I would order when we went out to eat, because I was dead set on ordering for myself.” He continued to blush, the story was incomplete.

“Why is that all you ordered?” Uraraka really was not letting him out of this one. He huffed out a sigh and collected himself, preparing to be severely embarrassed by everyone in the room.

“Fine if you must know, apparently it started when I was about four. I was just learning how to read and I wanted to order for myself because I thought I could read the whole menu by myself which I couldn’t at that point. I could really only read my name and… Kacchan’s name. According to my mom I recognised katsudon on the menu and very excitedly told the waitress that, for dinner, I wanted… Katsuki. She thankfully realised I meant katsudon and that's what she put in. And then I repeatedly ordered it everytime we went out for food. Only realising when I was like seven that it was katsudon.” Izuku quickly buried his face in his hands feeling his entire face grow warm.

There was a chorus of ‘awws’ and other similar noises, apparently everyone was very amused and delighted at Izuku’s expense. There was also an undertone of laughter very quickly taking over.

Kaminari quickly began to speak, only pausing to wheeze out more laughter. “So you mean to tell me for years... hah you ordered a bowl of…. Katsuki… whenever you went out to eat anywhere?!” More laughter fell from the electric boy’s mouth punctuating his amusement with the situation.

Izuku only hid his face more, effectively answering the blond’s question.

“I was four!!” Izuku’s indignation only fueled more laughter. He chanced a glance at Bakugou and found the boy slightly flushed, he nudged him and shot him a pleading look, all he got in response was a whisper.

“It’s ironic that I’m the reason you love katsudon so much, especially since you are the reason I was set on making the best katsudon.” He quickly leaned away determined to keep the attention off of him.

“Really? I guess it all worked out then.” Izuku whispered back, not meeting his eyes. The two were oblivious to the two girls keeping a close eye on them from across the table.

Eventually everyone recovered from their varying fits of laughter and cute-overload imagining a small Izuku excitedly ordering Katsuki everywhere he went. The rest of dinner went relatively smoothly, save for Kirishima accidentally drinking from Kaminari’s water only to be minorly electrocuted and slightly dazed due to the residual electric current.

Once the dishes were cleared and washed (no thanks to Bakugou or Midoriya ‘Hey we fucking cooked you shits can clean!’) many went their separate ways into dorms to study or to the showers. Izuku looked around and noticed only Kacchan, Kit, Uraraka, and Ashido were left in the common room with him.

“Hey Kacchan? Do you want to spar tomorrow morning? I’m trying to perfect my new aerial attack and you’re the only one that still blocks it like it’s nothing.”

“Tch you practically fucking annouce when you’re about to do it, you need to work on the build up, make sure no can tell where you’re about to go.”

“So… will you?”

“Training arena two at 7:30, don’t be fucking late.”

“Thanks Kacchan!”

“Yeah whatever. I’m going to sleep don’t be loud down here or I’ll come and whoop some ass.”

“Good night Kacchan!” As Katsuki left Izuku turned towards the other three left in the room with him. He looked to find them watching him conspiratorially.

“Ok Deku, you have nowhere to be. Just hear us out, please.”

“Uraraka there is nothing to talk about, I went along with Kit earlier and Kacchan didn’t even act any differently. I got my answer and I’m happy enough being friends.”

“I know Bakubro, he never loses control of his quirk and yet his hands popped today when it looked like you were about to kiss Katsuki-kun here.”

“Well I know Kacchan, he was probably just surprised to see someone with his face that close to me, we haven’t been that close in… well let’s just say he had me pinned to the ground both of us exhausted and covered in dust.” Izuku thought about their fight, it was their unusual start to what everyone would call mutual pining, Izuku would call friendship, and Bakugou would call not hatred.

“Izuku, will you at least agree to sticking with me until I can go back? I’m still very confused as to how all of this happened and you are someone I have come to trust the most, maybe it’s the way you remind me of my ‘Zuku or maybe it’s just your personality but it’s all a little overwhelming.”

‘Of course Kit, I won’t leave you if I make this easier on you. Maybe tomorrow you can come watch me spar with Kacchan, so you can see our quirks. It's amazing to see Kacchan for the first time!”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. I hope I don’t get in anyone’s way.” Izuku merely shook his head, denying the thought entirely, the four stood, quiet for a moment.

“Deku? Can I ask you something? You totally don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Uh sure Uraraka, go ahead.” He had a feeling he knew what she was going to ask.

“How long have you, uh you know…”

He was right.

“I’ve um, been in… love with him for years. Practically my entire life.” His voice was small, severely lacking his trademarked positivity.

“Wow, Midoriya we had no idea-”

“That’s kind of the point Ashido, that’s why I’m ok with the way things are, better than any alternative.” Everyone could see the wistful look on his face, he had thought all of this through before and everytime he did he came to the same conclusion.

“Midoriya? Will you hear me out for a second?”

“Sure Ashido, what is it?”

“I think you should give it a shot. Bakugou has never shown interest in anyone but he has always been different with you, almost like any emotion he has is amplified just by you being there. That should count for something.”

“I don’t know Ashido. There is just so much between us, I’m not sure if there is room for any of this. Even if there was, Kacchan is so focused that he probably won’t think of it as anything more than a distraction and a waste of his time.”

The three figures in front of Izuku looked at him sadly, he had felt enough sadness already and wanted to alleviate theirs.

“But look guys! Just today we made dinner together and no one was blown up! I told an embarrassing story from my childhood and he didn’t make fun of me! He even made me feel better.” It was his last few words that shook them out of their saddened state, Uraraka even seemed to remember something.

“Oh yeah! I was going to ask you what he had said to you. You two were leaning towards each other, but not looking at each other. Almost resolutely keeping your eyes off of each other.” Izuku flushed at the mention of their seemingly private conversation, he knew Kacchan wouldn’t want him to share what he had said.

“Oh! That, right um I wanted him to help me! Everyone was laughing and I was embarrassed!”

“That didn’t answer my question! What did he say to you?”

“Oh you know just something about irony I guess.” The confusion on everyone’s face was nearly comical.

“What do you mean ‘ironic’? How was a story about you ordering katsudon ‘ironic’?” Uraraka was unfailingly persistent today, Izuku would have to think quickly.

“Oh um you know how I got the nickname Deku right?”

“Um yeah you said and I quote ‘That’s what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me.” when we first met. What does that have to do with irony? That’s completely off topic!”

“Well not really, you see the Kanji for my name can be read as Izuku all together but the first half can be read as Deku, and well he was one of the first ones to start reading in our class, go figure am I right? But yeah he read my name as Deku and just said how it was ironic that I had read katsudon as his name and he read my name as Deku and I guess we weren’t looking at each other so we didn’t draw attention to ourselves, but I guess that didn’t really work did it?” Izuku finally let out a big breath, filling his lungs with much needed air.

They all stared, taking a moment to process everything that came out of Izuku’s mouth, desperately wishing for Bakugou’s ability to understand everything Izuku says within mere moments of him speaking. Kit seemed to comprehend everything full first.

“Wow, I didn’t think both of you would do that, I was not fully prepared as I usually am.”

Izuku reddened at his words, although he had done it on purpose, having someone point out his rambling never failed to leave him embarrassed.

“Wow, that was a lot of information. Wait did you say that the other Izuku does that too?” Uraraka was next, having gone through her fair share of Izuku’s atics.

“Well yes he does, although he usually talks about dragons which is significantly easier for me to comprehend at higher speeds, and I can’t help but to be enthralled by everything he says.”

The two girls fawned over the admission, still not used to seeing ‘Bakugou’ being so open, neither of them being able to tell the two apart.

“Can we train Bakugou to be like this? He would literally never just say something like that, he probably wouldn’t even think it!”

“Uraraka! I don’t think that's true! He wouldn’t necessarily say that exactly but you just have to learn to translate slightly. Like for example instead of saying what Kit just said he would probably say something more like ‘ugh I hate that I can understand you and I swear if you distract me from something one more time I’ll kill you!’”

The two girls could only stare in shock at the startilingy good impression he did of Bakugou, even if he didn’t curse at all.

“Ok yes you have a point but oh my gosh how long have you been able to do such a good Bakugou impression?!” Ashido seemed genuinely affronted by this new information, as if it was offensive to have hidden it from her.

“Oh I don’t really know? I guess always? I’ve never seriously done one before, although I guess I do know him well enough.” Izuku seriously contemplated the information, allowing himself to briefly forget about his situation, he was brought back to shocking reality when Ashido spoke up again.

“I wonder if Bakugou could do that good of an impression of you?” Everyone pondered the question, genuinely curious in the answer.

“I mean if Deku can act like him why couldn’t he act like Deku?” Although the subject matter was weird, Izuku was grateful for the conversation shift.

The two girls quietly went back and forth as to why or why not the brash boy could emulate Deku convincingly, allowing Izuku to turn his focus to Kit, who had stood quietly since his last comment.

“Hey Kit? Are you alright?”

“Oh yes I’m fine, I guess everything is hitting me now, I really am stuck in some random world where I don’t belong.”

“Oh Kit, we’ll get you back soon. Hopefully tomorrow after a good night’s sleep we can ask Aizawa for an update, and tomorrow after I spar with Kacchan I will explain our quirks to you, it’ll be easier to understand once you see us use them.”

“Is it bad of me to say that I hope I wake up tomorrow and never see you again?”

Izuku couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him, it was entirely inappropriate but completely necessary at the same time.

“You know what Kit, I don’t think it is bad at all.” The two boys turned to look at the girls in their company, still animatedly debating.

“Hey guys? I’m heading to bed for the night. Unless of course there was something else you wanted to question me about?” Anyone could hear the sarcasm dripping from Izuku’s voice as he spoke, he knew his friends meant well.

“You know what Deku? I think you’re off the hook for tonight. Try to get some sleep would ya? You know even if you're sleep deprived Bakugou won’t go easy on you.” There were small huffs of laughter at Uraraka’s words, amusing as they were accurate.

“Goodnight guys, Kit do you want me to walk you to your room?”

“I’m alright Izuku, I saw where it was earlier today and I can manage to make my way back. Goodnight.” With a swift nod to the three in front of him Kit turned away and walked out the door.

“Wow, just as aloof as Kacchan, don’t even know why I offered help.” He was talking mostly to himself.

“Night Deku, Mina do you want to walk up together?”

“Sure! Night Midoriya!”

“Goodnight you guys.”

The girls left quickly, walking up a floor to their dorms. Izuku paused for a moment, for the first time seriously contemplating their words throughout the night, did they see something he didn’t?

Not allowing himself any false hope, Izuku turned and made his way into his dorm, double checking the alarms on his phone on the way, turning his mind to perfecting his aerial attack. Izuku hadn’t realised the toll the day had on him until his pajama clad body hit the bed and instantly melted into the soft embrace, before he knew it he was asleep.

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dabi is todoroki touya: the proof

This is gonna be a long one.

Ever since Dabi showed off his Quirk in the Training Camp Arc, a particular theory began cropping up. It’s arguably the largest fan theory in the entire BNHA fandom, and with good reason. At the point we’re at now in the story, it’s almost like it’s not even a theory anymore-- it’s just something we’re waiting for Horikoshi to make canon with one panel. The theory of the day is: Is Dabi a Todoroki?

Today, we’re going to lay out everything that points to Dabi being the estranged brother of one Todoroki Shouto, and if you didn’t believe it before, hopefully you will now.

Let’s take it back to the beginning-- if Dabi is a Todoroki, who the Hell is he? After the Calvary Battle in Season Two, Todoroki reveals the abuse he suffered at the hands of his father to Midoriya and introduces the idea of “Quirk marriages;” Todoroki was the perfect blend of Endeavor and Rei’s Quirks. And in a flashback during Todoroki and Midoriya’s battle, there’s a shot of Todoroki’s other siblings, or Endeavor’s failures, playing in the background as Todoroki is dragged away. Soon, we’d come to know the names of the children-- Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Touya.

What we knew about Touya at that point in time was that he was small and presumably physically weak, due to how easily he falls while playing as Natsuo laughs at him instead of helping him out. And from the way that Todoroki family genetics work, it can be assumed that he has fire power, due to his red hair. He’s also the oldest of the four, despite being very short.

Touya is the only named Todoroki sibling not to appear and interact with his family. Fuyumi talks to Todoroki in season two, and although Natsuo has not made his proper anime debut, he eats with his family in later chapters. That’s kind of weird, right? I mean… Unless Touya has been interacting with the main cast the entire time, and none of them have realized it.

Enter Dabi, a villain who desires to change the integrity of the hero world. Dabi has interacted with both Todoroki and Endeavor-- the two members of his potential family the least likely to recognize him. Todoroki because he was kept away from his siblings and forced through individual training (abuse), and Endeavor because he was neglectful of his failures. But we’ll get into that later.

The first time Dabi speaks is when he’s brought before Shigaraki under the pretense of joining the league. When Dabi insults Shigaraki’s judgement if he plans on letting Toga in, he retorts that at least she told him her full name, and that Dabi only gave him a moniker. Dabi says that he will tell them his name when the time comes. Even now, Dabi’s real name has not come from his own mouth.

The next time he takes centre-stage is as one of the antagonists of the Training Camp Arc and the leader of the Vanguard Action Squad. Then we get a glimpse of his Quirk-- blue flames. Other than Midoriya’s father, the only characters with fire Quirks up until this point were members of the Todoroki family. Dabi’s is different in the way that it’s bright blue-- the same colour as his eyes, which are given a close-up as he uses his fire. Which are, coincidentally, the same colour as Endeavor’s, and one of Todoroki’s. Is there any significance in the flame colour, other than aesthetic? Yes, actually. Scientifically speaking, blue flame is much hotter than orange flame, which seem to be what Todoroki and Endeavor primarily use. But it’s not the first time we’ve seen this colour-- Endeavor himself uses blue fire to fend off a Noumu during the Hero Killer Arc. Even then, he comments that it raises his body temperature to a dangerous level. Dabi seems to be, under the assumption that the colour is more than just aesthetic, operating with flames hot enough to damage him. And would you look at that, he’s covered in scar tissue, all over his face, eyes, neck, appendages, and back. These scars will be important later.

After Compress has secured Bakugou and the villains make a plan to rendez-vous and abscond, Midoriya, Todoroki, Shouji, Uraraka, and Asui attempt to jump into the fray to rescue both him and Tokoyami. When Aoyama, bless his heart, catches Compress off guard with his Naval Laser, both Todoroki and Shouji jump to retrieve their kidnapped compatriots. Shouji nabs Tokoyami, but just as Todoroki is about to grab Bakugou, a patched hand snatches him away. “That’s sad, Todoroki Shouto,” is what Dabi says as he lifts the compressed Bakugou out of reach. While it’s not strange that Dabi knows the name of the runner-up in the highly publicized U.A Sports Festival, it is a little odd that he would refer to him by full name, in such a mocking tone, in the middle of this tense situation. The dramatic lighting as the two move in different directions almost screams “this is a scene you need to pay attention to.”

As mentioned before, Todoroki has no reason to recognize Dabi, or Touya. But Dabi certainly knows Todoroki.

Later, when the Pros break into the bar to rescue Bakugou, the police read off the real names of the villains-- but Dabi’s is never mentioned, almost like they couldn’t find out what it was.

Here ends Dabi’s adventure through questionable heritage-- at least, for what’s in the anime. Luckily for us, there’s over one hundred chapters that have yet to be animated, and it’s within these pages that Dabi being a Todoroki becomes less of a theory, and more of a given. So if you’d like to keep as spoiler free as possible, I recommend you opt out now.

During the Overhaul arc, Toga and Twice are the only members of the League directly involved with the raid. Dabi accompanies Shigaraki on his mission to confront Chisaki, and during the course of this, he catches the attention of the Pro Hero, Snatch. During their battle, Snatch asks Dabi if he thinks about the families of those he kills, and how they feel. Soon after, Compress traps Snatch inside one of his marbles with Dabi’s fire, which kills Snatch.

The next arc Dabi shows up in is when the Todoroki connection stops being subtext and just becomes, well, text.

Dabi shows up in front of Hawks and Endeavor with the intention of getting into a fight. He only greets Endeavor, and hesitantly at that, saying “nice to meet you, Endeavor, I guess,” or something along those same lines. It should be mentioned that all of 1-A is watching this fight transpire via the TV, and at this point, it focuses in on Todoroki’s face, who recalls the name “Dabi” and we’re treated to a flashback panel of the “How sad, Todoroki Shouto” bit from the Training Camp Arc. Endeavor recognizes Dabi as the one who killed Snatch, nothing more, and Dabi doesn’t even seem to remember the life he has taken. Before leaving, Dabi refers to Endeavor as “Todoroki Enji--” his full name. This occurrence is a little stranger than Dabi knowing Todoroki’s name. Pro Hero names aren’t typically publicized in the same way U.A students’ are. It’s weird for Dabi to know and/or use the name Enji unless he has a personal relationship with him. Such as… If they were family.

After his meeting with Hawks, Dabi leaves on his own. He then remembers Snatch, and recalls how he asked if Dabi cared about the families of his victims. Dabi laughs, and then the patch of burned skin below his eye starts to leak blood, which drips down to his chin, implying he’s started to cry. He wipes away the blood tears and mumbles to himself; “I thought so hard about it I went crazy.” Dabi has put a lot of thought into families, it seems, and thinking about it drove him mad.

The next few pieces of evidence relate to Touya, not to Dabi, and the things that happened to him. After his battle with the Noumu and Dabi, Endeavor returns to his home, only to be roasted by Todoroki and snubbed by Natsuo, which is perfectly understandable. Natsuo gets up to leave, not being able to stand his father’s presence. He yells at Endeavor, not being able to forgive him in the same way Rei and Fuyumi can, and not ready to make nice with him just because he defeated one villain. He says: “You completely neglected us, and left us to listen to Mom screaming and Shouto crying. Not to mention what happened with Big Bro Touya [...]”

Well, Touya is finally mentioned by one of his siblings. And it seems like whatever happened to him, it wasn’t good. The way it’s framed makes it seem like Endeavor was responsible for what befell Touya, such as pushing him too far in training. The reader is left to wonder: maybe Todoroki wasn’t the first trainee under Endeavor’s wing. Maybe something went wrong with one of the other children.

But all we have to go on is Natsuo’s cryptic words, after which Todoroki claims: “I’ve never seen Natsu get that emotional.”

Until, we get more insight into Todoroki’s abuse during the Joint Training Arc. In a flashback, we see Endeavor yelling at a young, vomiting Todoroki, saying: “Quit pretending to be so frail! Touya’s case was regrettable. He possesses even greater firepower than mine, and yet… He inherited Rei’s weak constitution. He… was almost perfect. Almost.”

So, now the idea of Touya that we have is that he had very strong flames, but his body wasn’t able to handle it. He was almost perfect, but this fatal flaw made it so that he could not succeed Endeavor. Alright.

During Todoroki’s fight against Tetsutetsu, Tetsutetsu claims that the other’s flames won’t work, because Tetsutetsu’s strength was obtained by overcoming his limits. These words trigger a traumatic flashback for Todoroki, where he remembers Endeavor shouting at him to surpass his limits-- there’s no way he can’t do it, he’s just not trying hard enough. Trying to pull himself out of the flashback, Todoroki repeats Midoriya’s inspirational words to himself, and then cranks his flames up to eleven, so hot that they begin to melt the cameras. Because of the black and white nature of the manga, we can’t tell if the flames are meant to be blue or white, but one can assume they’re no longer orange. Todoroki notes that the heat is causing him to become dizzy and sluggish, and that he needs to stop or he’ll burn himself. Burn himself, huh? The heat, in combination with the debris, causes Todoroki to pass out before doing any permanent damage to himself.

So, we have Todoroki, who has acknowledged that his fire can hurt him if he overdoes it. Then, we have his brother Touya, who has more powerful fire than Endeavor, and presumably Todoroki, who is pretty weak to fire. Don’t you think that combination would lead to, I don’t know, burn scars all over one’s body?

Let me paint you a story. Granted, it’s not based on much, and if you have more theories, let me hear em!

Rei and Endeavor have had their first child. At age 4, he manifests his Quirk-- a fire Quirk. Endeavor immediately starts training him to surpass All Might, but Touya’s hesitant with his Quirk, because he’s sensitive to it. After Todoroki is burned by his mother, in the lull where he’s not at his greatest, Endeavor returns to training Touya. Just like what he did with Todoroki, Endeavor screams at Touya to surpass his limits. The stress causes Touya to unleash his full potential-- blue hot flames, which has severe physical repercussions, burning his entire body. Endeavor freaks out and tries to speed along the recovery as fast as possible, because Touya was almost perfect. Going by hair colours, neither Fuyumi or Natsuo have the firepower, or strength of firepower, that Endeavor wanted. Returning to Todoroki, Endeavor casts Touya aside. The experience completely traumatizes Rei, who breaks down. Bitter, Touya runs away, buys some hair dye, and begins to hate everything hero society stands for. He was violently abused by the Number 2 Hero, who is revered by the public. And so, he begins to go by the name Dabi-- Cremation. He does not create fire. With it, he wants to destroy the way things are.

In Todoroki Shouto: Origin, as Todoroki is being pulled away from looking at his siblings, where Touya appears to be alive and well, he has no burn on his eye. When Endeavor is telling Todoroki about how Touya’s case was regrettable, the burn mark is there. Meaning, something happened to Touya in between those two scenes.

I initially wrote this during the Meta Liberation Army Arc-- when the villains were getting more depth, but each time it got to Dabi, the narration pulled away. I thought maybe we’d get an answer at the end. But now, as we’ve entered a new arc that seems to have Hawks and Dabi as main players, perhaps we’ll finally get the info we’ve been craving.

#dabi bnha #bnha #todoroki touya #dabi is a todoroki #analysis #i love this theory pls horikoshi

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bnhabadass · 5 years ago

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Do You Want to Drink Tonight?

Merry Christmas @sweetlittleboytoy!!! I hope you enjoy your gift!

Love, your secret santa -🤫🎅

Pairing: Bakugo x reader Warnings: Drinking ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Do you want to drink tonight?” The question came out of nowhere, and Tyler was shocked to say the least. I mean, who knew Bakugo Katsuki, the kid who went to bed at 8:30, would want to get drunk.

Tyler hesitated. The rest of the class was downstairs watching a Christmas movie to get into the holiday spirit, but Bakugo thought that was lame of course, so he went upstairs. Tyler followed him. Whether that was out of desperation to be with his crush or him just being an introvert, he wasn’t sure of.

It wasn’t that late, 9:30ish, when Bakugo knocked on his door frame. The door was open a crack, letting the light out into the hall. When Tyler looked up, he felt his face flush slightly at the sight of Bakugo’s elbow against the door frame. His face was resting in the palm of his hand and two beer bottles were held in the spaces between his fingers.

“Sure,” he finally said, refusing to make eye contact.

Bakugo sauntered into his room and plopped himself down on the floor. “I’ve had the worst night,” he said, popping open his own bottle.

Tyler sat down and reached for the other bottle. It was cold. Beads of water dripped down the side, freezing his hand as he picked it up and put the bottle up to his lips. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t even know, man. Thinking of internships and what I’m gonna do post-graduation is just messing with me, I guess.” He paused to take a long swig of his beer, letting out a long exhale when he finished. “And other school work and stuff.”

“Do you understand the math homework?” Tyler asked. He found it easier to talk to Bakugo like this, which was weird since the two of them had never really interacted. Sure there was that one fight at the Sports Festival their second year, but other than that they left each other alone for the most part. Still, Tyler couldn’t help but stare at Bakugo from afar. He almost felt was always just standing in his shadow. Everyone knew Bakugo from all over the news, from the sludge monster to his win at the first Sports Festival, and of course being captured by the league. Tyler, on the other hand, never stood out. He got a few internship offers after the Sports Festival, but he felt like after almost three years of attending UA and training to be a hero, he should be more present in the news and in the hero society.

“And that’s the other thing!” Bakugo yelled. “Why the fuck do any of us need to know sigma notation?”

Tyler snorted out a laugh before taking another swig from his bottle. He didn’t usually drink. Some of their more wild classmates like Mina and Kaminari would sometimes bring alcohol to their late night class bonding times. The fridge downstairs was always filled with eggnog around this time of year, but Tyler usually held back.

Bakugo also wasn’t one to drink. It screws with his training is what he always said. The blonde took another sip. A few drops of the drink dripped down his lip, making it glisten with the light coming from Tyler’s desk lamp. Bakugo rubbed his lips together, mashing the liquid into his skin.

“Have you thought about agencies you want to work at when you graduate?” Tyler asked. He thumbed over the mouth of the bottle, sticking his finger in and letting it out with a pop. In all honesty, the thought of leaving his friends behind to become his own hero made him anxious.

He valued the hero relationships he did see, like Aizawa and Present Mic, which lasted throughout high school and into their thirties. He wanted that for himself. The friendships he made at UA, the adventures they have gone through together for better or for worse are now a part of him, something he never wants to let go of. He couldn’t imagine a world without Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka and the others. And of course, Bakugo.

“Kirishima invited me to come to Fat’s agency with him, but he’s not really my style of hero.” Bakugo’s hair line was sweaty. He swiped a hand through it, looking down at his sneakers. “What about you? With a quirk like yours you could probably get Endeavor’s attention.”

The thought was nice, working with the top hero and all. Not to mention he’d be close to Todoroki and wouldn’t lose all connection to his high school friends, but the likelihood of that happening was small. “He never picked me out for my fire quirk during the sports festival, so I doubt he’d take me on now.” The pit in Tyler’s stomach grew thinking about internships and agencies and graduation. The only thing he could think to calm that pit down was another sip of his beer. And then another, and then another.

“Hey take it easy.” The voice Bakugo used was stricter than before, but he wasn’t yelling.

“It’s just one beer,” Tyler said, smirking at the blonde in front of him. “I’m not that big of a light weight.”

Bakugo narrowed his eyes at Tyler, but didn’t stop him as he, too, took another swig from his bottle. There was a long pause between the two of them. Neither of them were sure how long it had been since either of them had spoken. It was a comfortable silence at first, or at least it was for Bakugo, but as time went on neither was sure who should speak up first. The only sounds that filled the room were the occasional sip from the beer bottles and the ticking from the clock on Tyler’s wall.

“God how do you sleep with that ticking?” Bakugo broke the silence with irate undertones laced between his words.

Tyler let out a chuckle. “It’s almost like white noise, man. Can’t fall asleep without it.” He tipped the bottle back, letting the last few drops trickle down his throat.

“Tch, I think you’re crazy.”

Tyler looked across to Bakugo. The boy’s lips were slightly parted. “Maybe I am crazy,” he said.

Bakugo cocked an eyebrow. “The fuck are you trying to say?” His bottle fell over, but it didn’t matter since he had already finished what was inside. Bakugo shifted his position so he was sitting cross legged.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the fact that Bakugo, someone Tyler had idolized since meeting him, wanted to spend this time with him, or the fact that they would be graduating soon and their class would split up, but a wave of mixed emotions came over Tyler, and he didn’t know what to do about it. “I-” he started. “I don’t want to be a hero.”

“What?” The tone in Bakugo’s voice was a mix of confusion, frustration, and in all honesty, a little disgust. Why would someone who spent so much time training decide they didn’t want to be a hero, afterall?

“Shit that came out wrong.” Tyler was looking back down at his lap, trying his best to avoid all eye contact. “I want to be a hero. I’ve always wanted to be a hero, but I don’t want that just yet. I’m not ready.”

“What do you mean your not ready? After all this damn school has put us through, we’re probably the most prepared class in UA history.”

Tyler continued averting his eyes, shifting them around the room to anything he could focus on other than Bakugo’s cold stare. He could feel the blonde’s eyes narrowing in on him. “It’s not that I’m not prepared to be a hero. I think that we’re all prepared to be excellent heros. I just don’t want to let this all go yet.”

“Let what go?”

“This! Everything we’ve been through as a class has strengthened our connection. We’ve all been through so much together, and I don’t want to move on from that just yet.” Tyler’s word started getting caught in his throat. Oh god don’t cry, he thought. “I just don’t want it all to end.”

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them. It wasn’t as long as the one from earlier, but if someone were to walk in on them, it would look like the most awkward interaction between two people.

“It’s not like we’re all gonna die immediately after graduation,” Bakugo said.

Tyler looked up at him, but Bakugo was now the one avoiding eye contact. A soft smile graced Tyler’s face and he let out a breathy laugh.

“I get what you mean though.” He looked back up at Tyler, locking their eyes in an intense contact. “I hated every single one of those extras out there from the moment we stepped on campus. I hated our teachers. I hated you.”

Tyler’s stomach sunk at that last remark. He knew Bakugo hated him at first. Bakugo hated everyone before they really got to know each other. Hell, he probably still hates a few of his classmates. But hearing him say it outloud was another feeling entirely.

“But now that we’ll actually be leaving soon and working at other agencies, hell, some of us will probably have our own agencies after this, it just feels a bit wrong. Kind of like we’re leaving each other behind.” Bakugo grabbed his beer bottle and tried taking another swig, only to mumble a soft “shit” to himself after remembering that he drank it all.

“Thanks,” Tyler said. “I’m really glad I could talk to you about this.”

“Yeah it’s whatever.” Bakugo’s eyes drifted towards the clock he was complaining about earlier. He scratched the back of his neck and yawned. “I should probably head to bed. It’s getting late.”

Tyler nodded, keeping his lips in a tight straight line. It was an awkward way of saying goodbye, but it was all he thought to do nonetheless.

Bakugo grabbed his bottle as well as Tylers to throw into the recycling. He began to walk out of the room, but paused in the doorway. “We should do this again sometime,” he said, not looking back. “Cause I don’t really want to lose you either.”

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #secret santa #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bnha bakugo

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warning: character death, alcohol mention, cussing, angst

word count: 3,062

a/n: for the one anon yesterday, yet another angst for shouto that involved momo without portraying her as the villain... although she is dead... sorry I hate killing off characters but you’ll understand

Synopsis: When the beautiful hero Creati dies what emerges from the ashes of her end is anything but beautiful.

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She had died protecting people.

She was what could be considered a true hero. Her last battle ending in a victorious explosion, her sacrifice saving an entire town.

Yaoyorozu Momo, the Everything Hero: Creati, died with a smile on her face.

She was beautiful, kind, intelligent, and much more strategic than any other hero on the Hero Charts. She was one of your best friends, someone you considered to be a sister, and you could only watch as she collapsed to the ground as the villain lay defeated in front of her. A villain that you were useless against.

You barely remember the wailing sirens as you held her in your arms, your hero training and quirk useless as she held your hand weakly.

“T-Take care of him,” she whispers to you, her words are barely audible as you nod your head, tears pouring from your eyes. “Don’t let him b-be hung up on me… tell him… I love him, and that… I know he’s going to be an amazing hero.”

Todoroki Shouto was her boyfriend.

The oblivious heartthrob from your high school class was the longtime and very serious boyfriend of your best friend. Todoroki was someone who held your heart and affections since your first year in high school. Affections you had quickly shoved away the moment Momo came to confess their new relationship. After all, you should have known better, Todoroki was a man who deserved perfection and you were not that.

Still, it mattered not, you were highly supportive of their relationship, your affections for the bi-colored man was never discovered. Not once, not ever.

Momo died in your arms and you sobbed pathetically into her shoulder until they had to take her body from you.

You could barely remember what had happened next, only that your old classmates had suddenly appeared to help with the search and rescue. Multiple hands grabbed you, voices convoluted your thoughts as everyone asked where Momo was. Your eyes were wild as browns, blacks, reds, and greens swam in your vision but you couldn’t seem to breathe.

How could you tell them you failed to keep Momo safe?

How could you tell them that she had died because you weren’t strong enough to assist her?

“Y/h/n,” Todoroki’s voice cleaved through your heightened panic, and your back stiffened.

You couldn’t look at him.

No.

You couldn’t say anything.

“Where’s Creati?”

You turned, your eyes overflowing with tears as you stared at Todoroki who stood before you. Despite the strength in his posture, the hero in him bleeding into his persona right now, his eyes betrayed his calmness.

“I-I’m so s-s-sorry,” was the only thing you managed to whisper.

Immediately, his eyes blocked out and he nodded, “Okay.”

With that, he left and hands once again touched you and figures ran after Todoroki who was not slowing down as he went to search and rescue.

“I’m so s-sorry,” you sobbed again and again. It was the only thing you could say as you were taken away, your mental state not okay for you to continue helping.

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The black and heavy material of your kimono made you uncomfortable as you stared at yourself in the mirror of the bathroom. No matter how you adjusted the kimono, no matter how much you pinched and pulled, the kimono sat heavy on your shoulders. It should’ve been you who died, it shouldn’t have been Momo, not when she had so much to live for.

“Are you okay?” Uraraka’s voice asked from the door.

Her brown eyes swam with concern, her own black kimono yet another reminder of why you were here. Your nod was tight and stiff.

You were alive, of course you were okay.

“I think I might need to go get this altered,” you lie as you turn and smile softly. “Let’s go?”

“Okay...”

The twenty of you from the class were going to Momo’s favorite restaurant together to end the day. Your eyes were still puffy, red, and swollen from crying and you held Uraraka’s arm and the two of you walked out.

“How long does it take to fucking pee, we’re starving?” Bakugou asks but his tone isn’t one of anger or annoyance, just exhaustion.

You shrug as Uraraka and the others defend you despite the lack of irritation from him, but as you all move to leave, a large hand grasps your wrist. You freeze as you are pulled back and look up to see Todoroki.

He’s in his black suit, his hair styled in the way Momo loved it, and his necktie was already loosened.

“I need to talk to you still,” he demands and your heart rises to your throat as you stare at his eyes. In all the time you’ve known Todoroki Shouto he has never once appeared like a wounded animal. But right now he looked like a wounded animal that had been cornered and was fearful. His eyes trained on your friends that looked ready to tell him to drop it, but he held a hand. “We’ll catch up.”

Your head turned to give the group a strained smile, “It won’t take long.”

You couldn’t hold his gaze as everyone walked off, it was too intense, too raw for you. The eyes of someone who had lost their lover was something you’d never experience until right now, but it was the worst and most stomach tossing feeling you’ve ever seen. Heartbreak wasn’t enough to describe the emotions you sensed from him. No, it was more along the lines of a man who was willing to fight the world to get one minute back with her, and it drowned you.

“What happened?” Was the first thing that he said the moment your friends were no longer around. “Tell me everything.”

So you did.

You explained how you bumped into Momo during your lunch hour and how you weren’t even on duty on the day of the attack. Your eyes were unable to leave his as you explained how without your tech supplies, the villain was a formidable opponent for you. Such an opponent that you were near powerless to him.

The battle had lasted less than ten minutes but the destruction proved to take months of reconstruction. The memories of how every other hero who arrived on the scene was, even more, worse off than you were, and Momo was the only one dealing effective attacks on him. Your brows knit in your horrific memory of the suddenly clear look of realization on Momo’s face as she trapped your feet to the ground as you had already correctly assumed what she was doing next. Then she threw herself at him, your vision turning white until they both collapsed. You ended with what you promised your friend on what you would tell him, but your speech was not yet over.

“It w-was my fault!” You sob as your head pounds. “I should’ve been working that day! I should’ve been fucking stronger! I should’ve been able to handle someone like that! We survived the LoV and yet I couldn’t handle this o-one villain?! I-- I’m so sorry Todoroki, it’s all my fault!”

Your crying wouldn’t stop as he stood before you, his face dark with emotion, and his hands fisted at his side.

What you expected was for Todoroki to walk away, to leave you crying there because you were the reason why he no longer had a girlfriend. You were the reason why he wouldn’t have his dreams.

But instead, his arms enveloped you in a hug, and your sobs became violent as you shook in his arms.

“You did your best,” his voice whispers in your ear, it’s quiet, and it’s said in a way that breaks your heart. “Thank you for telling me her last w-words.”

The only thing you could do was nod your head as you continued crying, and slowly the two of you sank to the ground as tears poured down both of your faces.

A secret promise was exchanged between the two of you that day, and you could only hope that both of you would move on past this. You prayed that Yaoyorozu Momo was finding peace wherever she was.

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Uraraka asked as you stared at yourself in the mirror.

It was ten months since Momo’s passing, and tonight you were going out with Todoroki for dinner. Nothing too fancy, but the two of you had grown rather close since her passing that you figured that it would be no biggie.

“It’s just as friends,” you say again, your fingers dropping your makeup brush as you turned towards her. “It’s not that… weird is it?”

“I don’t know…” Uraraka frowns as she fixes your hair.

“He asked me to go out, as friends,” you say that last part again, although who you’re trying to convince seems a bit out of place.

“I’m just… worried that’s all,” Uraraka smiles tight-lipped. “For both of you really. You know that the paparazzi and the media are starting to act like those in America, they’ll start assuming things!”

“It’s just as friends…” your eyes fall as you try to keep your composure.

“I know… it’s just… he also was planning on proposing to Momo, I just… I don’t want to see you getting hurt because he’s trying to rebound, or him getting hurt because you’re not Momo.”

Uraraka’s words hang heavy in your ears. Todoroki would never rebound, right? It’s been ten months and you’re one of the only girls he speaks to, the other women in his life tended to be your old classmates. And then, of course, you were no Momo, never have you ever tried to be her either! Todoroki never tried to imply that you were Momo either!

A knock tore you from your thoughts as you smiled weakly, “That must be him, um, I’ll be back! I promise that it’s just as friends though!”

“Okay…”

Your steps were quick as you went to the front door to find Todoroki standing there waiting for you.

“Hi,” you smile as you slip on your shoes.

“Hi,” he smiles back, “you ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

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“Thanks for dinner,” you smile as the two of you were finally walking back to your place.

Dinner had been rather fun, the food was delicious and a good conversation flowing through you two. The two of you had even shared dessert and a few glasses of sake before you left. The alcohol had left your body warm but you didn’t feel drunk as you stood next to Todoroki. Your shoulders brushed against each other every few steps, knuckles touching as the both of you denied that you were infatuated with the other.

“I had a good time, we should do it again,” Todoroki proposes and you were quick to agree.

“I think it would be a good thing to do,” you smile as your steps slow down. The two of you had finally made it outside your apartment building.

“Um, it wasn’t wrong of me to do, right?” Todoroki asked as his eyes look deeply into yours, they seem to question his actions but you’ve had your mind set on it for a while.

“No, we went as friends,” you insist with an awkward smile. It hurt to say that, you wanted more from him, but was it wrong?

“Right… friends,” he muttered as he looked down at his feet. “Well, I’ll be going then, good night y/l/n.”

“Good night,” you responded back and your heart hammered as he pulled you in for a hug. Your arms wrapped around his neck holding him close; his warm arms circled your waist. But it was a little too long and a little too warm of a hug between two friends.

When you parted away your eyes were unable to part away from his and the next thing you knew is that his lips were on yours. Blood rushed into your ears as suddenly your friend facade shattered into pieces, and your lips pressed against his just as passionate and desperate as his own.

What you didn’t know is that as the two of you managed to unlock your front door and slip inside while still in this passionate exchange, a light flashed from the distance.

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“I heard y/h/n made sure Creati died so she could be with Shouto…”

“It’s only been eleven months, couldn’t she have at least waited?”

“I knew she’s always been jealous of Creati but to kill her to get her man is really fucked up of her to do…”

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Two years after Momo’s death, you thought things would be better.

Sure, you were no longer exploding into tears whenever her name was mentioned, nor were you hesitating whenever villains mocked you on the field, but things weren’t better. Whispers and rumors hung heavy in your ears. Why did you kill Momo? Why couldn’t you have been a homewrecker instead of a murderer? Were you finally happy now that you had Shouto?

It was drilling at you constantly, their hateful words and aggressive actions were affecting you. But you had Shouto, right?

“I’m home,” his voice sounded from the door.

“Welcome home,” you responded as you closed your laptop.

You had just finished reading the forum about the conspiracy between you, Momo, and Shouto. You knew that you shouldn’t be reading it, but it was something you’ve become obsessive about, always trying to read what people thought about you. It was something that seemed to be growing in hate as the months passed by, and as someone who used to be favorable in the eyes of the people to suddenly be hated was… nauseating.

Your eyes closed at the gentle press of his lips to your temple, but your breathing shook as he pulled away.

“You were reading the forum again…”

You don’t say anything, choosing to nod instead you stand up ready to distract yourself with other things.

“Nothing they say is true, and you know that,” Shouto reminds you, and you weakly nod.

There was something that had been eating at you for some time now, three slip-ups that seemed to be proving at least one theory of the haters, and although you didn’t want to say it, it was coming up like vomit.

“Do you even love me?”

Shouto stopped in his tracks, his body tensing as if this was a question that he never wanted you to ask.

“Y/n, you know that I do.”

You stood up, your face dark, and your fists clenched at your side.

“You don’t have to be in love with me, you know. I know you say that I shouldn’t listen to everyone who shits on me, and believe me I-I don’t! I know no matter how much I blame myself for Momo’s death I am not at fault! I know that no matter h-how much it haunts me and no matter how much I wished it was me instead of her w-we can’t go back! But do you love me, or am I just some safety net?!” That was all it took it seemed for you to start spewing your insecurities, the reasons as to why Shouto was dealing with you. “Am I just… am I a replacement for Momo?”

Shouto stared at you, his face unreadable and his body stiff as he continued looking at you, “Let’s just go to bed.”

“No!” You snap, your head shaking. This conversation needed to be said, it needed to be discussed because now that it was out in the open it was going to rot.

You wanted him to tell you that you were being dumb and that this was just an overreaction, but he gave you nothing. “I know it’s not easy to move on from someone, especially because it was done in a way where you had no choice! Your ending with Momo was forced and it was unwanted! The two of you broke up not because you wanted to or because she wanted to but because life fucking sucks! You’ve called out her name many times at night, even to this day, and I know you’ve called me Momo in bed! It’s just… fuck, Shouto, I don’t want to be a rebound or a safety net! I want to be loved and I want to be the reason why you’re happy, but I’m not!”

“Then why are you still here?” He asks his face stone cold and his tone even harsher.

“Because I want you to tell me that you love me because you love me! I don’t want your love because I was the closest thing to Momo left! I’m not a r-replacement…” Your voice is frustrated, your throat burning with restricted emotions as you twist your fingers.

Where you really just a distraction this entire time?

Shouto looks at you, his body releasing all the tension within him as his truth finally bleed through.

“I’m sorry,” his voice whispers, “I’m sorry that I can’t tell you what you want to hear… I wish-- I want to love you so badly.”

The two of you stare at each other in the kitchen of your shared home. The walls of pictures of you two screaming about how fake everything has been. The emotions that painted these walls had just been a lie, a distraction, a replacement of what should have been true.

Tears flow from your eyes as your throat constricts with ugly emotions.

You were nothing but the next best thing, not someone he wanted because you were the one. Your hair covered your eyes as you look down, your cries silenced as you bit down on your tongue. They were right, he didn’t love you the way you wanted him to. He didn’t see you as you but as a distraction from Momo.

“O-Okay,” you sniffle as you try to smile at him. “Obviously this r-relationship can’t go on any further… I-I, um, I wish you well. I hope that one day you can find the person out there that will make Momo second best…”

“Y/n--”

“Goodbye, Todoroki,” you whisper as you turn and walk away.

It didn’t matter that you left most things in his place, because just like you, they could be replaced.

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Confessions

It was the beginning of their third year when Momo began to notice that Shouto had been gaining a lot of attention from the more popular females of the hero school. It was honestly irritating, especially given her own feelings towards the fire and ice user.

What had started out as a small crush at the end of their first year, had somehow turned into love over the course of their second year. And now here they were in their third year, that much closer to graduating, and she hadn't even told him how she felt. Of course, their hero training had gotten in the way of any possible confessions, it just wasn't a priority.

But as she sits at the lunch table with the girls who had become her best friends, Momo can't help but think maybe she lost her chance. There is a rumor going around that a girl was going to confess her love for the red and white-haired male. But then, weren't all of them trying to do that.

Shaking her head, she rested her head in her hand just as Shouto walked by with Midoriya babbling on about a new comic book he had found at the shop over the weekend.

Shouto turned and smiled at her in a way of greeting and she had to fight the urge to blush, which she failed in suppressing, and smiled shyly back at him as they sat at a table with Iida, Shoji and Tokoyami.

Momo sighed not realizing that Mina, Jirou, Asui and Uraraka gave confused looks to each other as they waited for Hagakure who had been the last to get her lunch.

"Hey Yaomomo, are you alright?" Mina inquired curiously.

"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine."

"No she's not, she has Todoroki fever," Jirou quipped teasingly.

The creation hero turned bright red at her friend's comment and refused to say anything on the matter.

"See? The silence speaks for itself!" Jirou laughed as Asui smiled at the raven-haired woman.

"You don't have to be so shy about it Momo," Uraraka stated as she wiped her hands on her napkin, "I mean we all k ow how you feel about him."

Sighing, Momo nodded and slumped forward, a very unladylike position but at this point, she couldn't care.

"I know," she replied sadly, "but what should I do? What if he doesn't feel the same?"

"Confess obviously," Jirou offered, as she raised her chopsticks at her friend, "you won't know how he feels if you don't ask, besides I think it pretty obvious that he has some sort of feelings for you."

"Girls!" Hangakure interrupted as she slammed her food tray onto the table, the five females looking at her incredulously as the invisible woman sat down. "You won't believe what I just overheard!"

"What is it?" Asui placed her finger on her chin in thought as she tried to understand their friend's outburst.

"Someone is going to confess to Todoroki!"

There was silence before Mina spoke up in a confused tone.

"Don't a few of them confess to him daily?"

"Yeah but this girl is actually sort of friends with him," the invisible girl explained, "she ended up on his team for their work studies a few times and supposedly they keep in touch."

This caught Momo's attention and for some reason, a sense of dread filled her. She let out a shaky exhale as her heart began to ache and tears stung her eyes. How could have let it get this far? Could she be so selfish? To wish Shouto turned her down?

Had she missed her chance? Would Todoroki accept this girl's confession?

"Momo, you have to get to him before she does!" Mina yelled.

The bell rang, signaling the end of their lunch period and as she looked in Shouto's direction, she couldn't help the pang of jealousy that shot through her at the sight of the blond-haired female as she caught up to the male, her smile is so beautiful that Momo feared she may lose him forever to it.

Quickly pulling out her phone she sent him a quick text, hoping he would meet up with her after school.

His quick text back almost made her sigh in relief until she saw his words.

Sure, I just have to meet up with someone real quick, then I'm all yours.

She would have blushed at that last statement until she realized he would be meeting up with someone else besides her. Smiling sadly, she quickly excused herself from the girls and sprinted into the bathroom. None of the other five females being able to stop her.

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Shouto slid his books into his bag and glanced up when Momo made a hasty exit. Something was obviously wrong, she hadn't spoken to him in their last three classes together. After the first, he blamed it on her focusing on her studies but then the pattern followed the next two classes.

In his worry, he sent a quick text to her, asking her if she was okay, before tucking the phone into his pocket and heading to the back area of the school to meet up with the blond girl from earlier.

Erina had been assigned to his work-study team several times, thinking her earth elemental quirk would pair well with him. After an awkward first meeting, they had hit it off and sort of became friends. It surprised him that she had asked to meet outside of school today but he shrugged it off thinking maybe she had some questions on some of the classes.

"Todoroki!"

The blond came running with a wave, her lips spread wide in a grin.

"Erina." He nodded his head in greeting. "What was it that you needed to talk to me about."

The blush that worked itself across her face made Shouto raise a brow in curiosity.

"Well, I..."

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Sighing, Momo pressed send on the text she just sent Shouto. She apologized for her weird behavior and asked him to meet her behind the school whenever he was done with what he had to do.

"I shouldn’t have even asked him to meet me.”

Clutching her hands together over her chest, she squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to take a deep breath and letting out a shaky exhale before continuing on her way.

A feminine voice caught her attention and she stopped herself before pressing herself against the wall and slowly peered around the corner.

Erina had Shouto’s hand in hers as she confessed her feelings for him. Shouto looked like a deer caught in the headlights, with wide eyes and his mouth slightly agape.

“I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, and I know you probably get this a lot from all of those other girls, but I do genuinely care about you,” Erina paused for a breath before continuing, “and I know we haven’t known each other for long, and I hope you return my feelings, so yeah.”

Erina’s smile never faded as Shouto cleared his throat and Momo had to hold her breath, waiting for his reaction. She felt a tad ashamed of herself as she listened to a conversation that she was sure she wasn’t supposed to hear, but she couldn’t bring herself to walk away.

“I appreciate your kind words Erina, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline.”

Erina’s smile faltered as she dropped his hand and stepped away from him. Her eye watered as she stood tall and stared at the fire and ice user.

“And why do you have to decline?” She forced herself to ask.

“Well, for one, I don’t see you that way, your a friend and that’s all we can ever be,” He said with a sigh, “two, I’m not sure I’m looking for a relationship at this time.”

The blond immediately knew he was lying.

“Liar,” she huffed, “there’s another girl isn’t there?”

Shouto refused to say anything and that only seemed to anger Erina even more.

“Are you seriously denying me?”

Having had enough of this conversation, Shouto stepped away from her and pocketed his hands in his pockets.

“I’m sorry, but I already told you how I see you.”

That wasn’t good enough for Erina so she marched up to him and slapped him across the face. Momo who had glanced around the wall at the time, stifled a gasp before she ducked away when Erina came marching passed her. Thankfully the girl seemed too angry to notice she was there and continued on her way back to her class dorms.

Momo followed the girl as she rounded the corner of another building and when she spun around towards the direction Shouto was in, she was surprised to bump straight into the chest of the one she had asked to meet here.

“Eek!!” She flew back a bit and Shouto stared questioningly at her.

“Momo?”

“U-uh, hi?” She raised her hand in greeting before he raised an accusing brow.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well this was the place I had asked you to meet me at,” she replied as she toed the ground with her shoe.

“Oh, I guess I hadn’t gotten that text.” He pulled out his phone to see her message.

“So...she really did a number on you didn’t she?” Momo pointed at the red mark that was forming on the fire and ice user’s face.

“I guess, I don’t know why she took it so badly.”

“Some girls don’t handle rejection well.” Momo sighed and had to take another deep breath.

“I guess not.” Shouto slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“Can I ask you something?”

The red and white-haired male nodded for her to go ahead.

“What’s the real reason you wouldn’t give her a chance?”

He huffed out a laugh. “I really don’t see her that way,” he stated earnestly.

“And why not?”

“Because she’s not you.”

Momo was about to retort but had to back peddle her thoughts at his last words.

“What did you say?”

“I said, ‘because she’s not you’.”

Her eyes widened, crimson coated her cheeks as she covered her face with her hands and let out a whine that wasn’t normally part of her personality.

“Shouto! How can you just be so blunt like that?!”

When she started crying, he freaked out a little and immediately apologized for his sudden statement.

“You’re such a dummy,” she murmured into her hands before wiping her eyes and then meeting his gaze.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you had these feelings for me?”

“Awhile now,” he confessed, “part of me thought that you already knew.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because Jirou knew.”

“What?!” Momo grabbed Shouto’s face in her hands, shock far outweighing her embarrassment. “How did she find out?”

“She overheard Midoriya and I talking about it.” Shouto placed his hands over hers as she finally started to relax. “I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Their faces were inches away from each other when she asked her final question.

“What made you do it now?”

“I was in the moment, I guess.”

The raven-haired beauty giggled at his deadpan expression before she pulled him in for a kiss, all her confidence that she had built up over the years finally allowing her to follow through with at least one of her desires. And that being to finally taste his lips while inhaling his scent.

When she pulled away, he had an extremely dazed expression on his face and she couldn’t help but feel a bit smug at being the one that put it there.

After composing themselves, Shouto finally got around to asking her what she had wanted to speak about.

“So what was it that you needed to talk about?”

Momo flushed red for a moment and laughed at his confused expression. “It’s nothing now, I already have my answer.”

She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the dorm building, having one problem solved, now she had another.

Jirou owed her an explanation.

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I don’t even know where this came from lol I hope you enjoy :D

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