#and kacchan is grateful for that but it's so hard for him to say it out loud

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THEY'RE SO CUTE FFS

BAKUGO ACCEPTING THE CHOCOLATE BUN JUST FOR OCHAKO

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When Asking Feels Right

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Pairing: Midoriya x reader (fem!reader is an active pro-hero)

Words: 3.6K

Rating: T+

Warnings: canon-typical injuries, love confessions, mentions of intimacy, talk of marriage, BIG FEELINGS, light injury aftercare, language, because Katsuki Bakugou knows no other way

Summary:

You know Izuku loves you, and proudly tells anyone within earshot just how much he adores his darling pro-hero. But it's not until a close call that 'Kacchan' convinces you just how much the nerd means it. Making you pull yourself together for the sake of his best friend solidifies the fact that you are the love of Izuku Midoriya's life, and he's damn well sure gonna keep you alive to do something with that information. Bakugou might be barking at you gruff as always as he's trying to keep you conscious, but when he says it like he means it, you pay attention.

A/N: Ok yall's love for Let's Heal Each Other has really surprised me, thank you so much! Here's more of our favorite boy, feat Bakugou in full guard dog mode

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

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“OI, WATCH YOUR TEN!”

Forced to the ground hard, you’re dazed– but not totally crushed. 

There’s a host of noise around you that grates on your senses: groans of steel supports, concrete and drywall crumbling in batches around you; it's now just a slow burn of collapsing chaos. But considering this portion of the building just fell apart not three feet from where you were once standing, you consider this a blessing. You’d deal with a sore hip than be dead. 

One thing you didn’t know was who did the saving of your ass, until you try to turn around and another support starts falling off in chunks–

“STAY DOWN, ALREADY–” a firm, hot hand cushions the back of your head from smacking the ground needlessly, but he’s not exactly gentle about it.

Dynamight?.. Bakugou– or ‘Kacchan’ as you hear him called at home– he’s– the one pulling a full body shield on you?

You cough from the debris and your ‘guardian angel’ makes sure to not press down on your back too much so you don’t feel smothered. With a gruff hand, he bats the air around your faces to will the dust away so you both can catch a breath. He hacks right along with you, he’s still human after all– but at least he does so from over your shoulder, a courtesy.

Soon enough, the shifting of earth and rock and damage settles, and Bakugou detaches himself from the kneel over you and lifts you up from under your arms to get you to a sitting position at the only remaining wall he deemed supportive enough.

You are equal parts amazed and confused watching the agency hothead acting like the most dashing hero you’ve ever seen, and you're lowkey shook that this attention is being put on you  when he presses you back and crouches back to your level with a guarded eye. 

"You ok?"

"Nngyeah?"

"You hurtin’?"

"Ouch. Nah, just my head a little-- OOF–”

Bakugou’s looking you over with a hard hand on your jaw, peeling aside your hair not too gracefully with tough, padded gloves, fussing over you with a concerned scowl.

 “-BAKugOU!"

The pieces click together a moment too late: you'd blurted at him right as you realize why he’s looking at you like this, so intently– you're bleeding from the head.

"A fucking head wound isn't a LITTLE PROBLEM, DUMBASS- /Oi, I need a med evac at the old Sorgan hospital! Look for the smoke on the southside, that’s where we fuckin’ are–/ FUCK, he's gonna KILL ME for this!!"

You bawk at the way he looks– nervous.

Your teammate's concerned as most coworkers at your agency would be, but for the chilliest of your pals, he’s looking uncharacteristically wild about it… like he seems inclined to punch you for it if you were only in better shape. Instead, Bakugou just picks you up and sets you on some slanted rubble to get you sitting higher. While your head bobs at a lag, you watch as he’s rummaging in his waistline's pockets for that dry cloth he's supposed to keep better accessible for first aid.

"YOU DAMN IDIOT,” Bakugou gripes not too angrily, “You’re NO BETTER than he is, jumpin’ into shit--HOLD THIS–"

You're starting to worry why he's so mad. It’s not like your quirk can directly correlate to the building falling via explosives; that’s his department. You followed your path to an opening of the building altogether as directed. In the mess of it all, you had to get creative with your exit strategy which did put you at a disadvantage, but it all had worked out even after facing off with the last batch of villains before the entire wing came tumbling down.

You honestly thought he was just being heroic and appreciated him literally keeping you from being crushed- only now as you want to thank him, you're sure it would fall on deaf ears. He must be angry that you were there in the first place for him to have to tend to now.

 "I-- that could have been really bad, I guess-"

"You 'GUESS'?" Bakugou's tone demands that you look him in the eye while he talks to you, right as he's staring you down incredulously, "Yeah, I saved your damn ass from getting CRUSHED, - and it's on MY HEAD if something happens to you while you're on my watch!!"

You feel sarcastic, "Well, thanks a lot, m’sorry for the inconvenience. Wassn’t my fault for the building though…”

He swishes a bit of remaining water on the cloth and jerks your head to the other way, ensuring the other scratches aren’t actively sporting fresh blood. “Tch, well running towards the sound was a pretty DUMBASS move!! Don’t know where you got that from!!”

“I can’think a few heroes who migh’...”

“Yeah, DEAD heroes!!”

Sheesh, nothing will please him when he gets like this. You tried for a last stretch of sympathy behind a pounding headache, “Well, m’sure Deku will appreciate you keepin’ me alive, so m’tryna say thanks."

"Yeah he damn well better, if he doesn’t wreck m- HEH??! SIT. THE HELL. DOWN!!"

At your try to stand up and join him in getting out of the alcove, you squatted back,

"What?!"

Bakugou pushes up his facemask more like a headband so you have no choice but to see him clearly. He smooshes your face in his palms- risky, given he's fully sweaty and the smell would be enough to turn you away-- but the way his hands are shaking forces you to stay still and pay attention.

"YOU are the love of his life, dumbass,” Bakugou threatens seriously. “You're the sparkle in his eye and you are damn good for him, so I'm sure as hell gonna make sure nothing happens to you if I can help it-- and you runnin' around with a concussion ain't making my job easier. So SIT. down."

You don’t blink or breathe.

"-I’m sat."

He fixes you a challenging look, then lets go of you to get a better view of the street to check on the ambulance.

He's protective. Because he's loyal to Izuku, he's loyal to you.

But you’re still stunned on what he said- like it was God’s honest truth and an immovable fact.

Pressing down on the tight space at the base of your sternum, you feel for something past your suit’s seam. "Did he say that?"

"Say what?" Bakugou shouts back tirelessly from the hole he’d opened for ventilation; you imagine he may not be hearing so well after this fight. Despite how cheesy it sounds coming out of you, you clarify with a hand to the gauze up against your head,

"-me being that? For him?"

Bakugou scoffs with a smirk, "Only reminds me every damn day I see him."

You can see it, after all. It happens with enough frequency that you know the two talk even before starting patrol with you. The routine of Midoriya meeting up with Bakugou like how you imagine they did in their school days: your adoring boyfriend sharing news of his curriculum workload in earnest, and retorting to his best friend’s loudmouth brand of bragging about his villain count for the week, followed by turning the tables back to Izuku and asking for the nerd’s professional opinion about his performance- and what he thinks he should be strengthening. 

It makes perfect sense that you should come up in conversations, but to know now that Izuku speaks of you in this way? Past the usual lovey-dovey pleasantries Bakugou usually gags at? It should have made you happy, but given the pulse in your throat and the general ache radiating from your -everywhere-, you sniffle– Your concern weighs you to your seat now that you probably have Izuku worried sick. If he’s glued to the news for televised coverage on missions that he knows you’re working on, he would have seen this whole ordeal in real time. 

And in the entire time you’ve dated Izuku, the whole relationship where you’ve stayed in sync with each other despite working in entirely different fields (namely you remaining in the clearly more dangerous one), Izuku never once discouraged you. 

-Never asked you to scale back or retire for the sake of his fears over you. 

-Never asked you to do anything other than ‘be as safe as you can, and do your best to come back to me’. 

He believes you were a hero- just as you believed he was, too. But God, if it didn’t kill you inside to think of breaking his heart over and over as he sat on his break room couch watching close calls. 

You know had he been here on duty instead of Dynamight, your sweet Deku would have been the one here trying to lift you up and perhaps put your worries at ease getting the chance to help you and see you through to safety. But Katsuki Bakugou is hardly that touchy-feely, so having to come up with a pep talk to yourself is hard.

"Oi-"

You toughen up to look back at him, but get a softer response than before.

"You're gonna be ok. I got your back, didn't I?"

You nod.

"I will, y'know. Have your back. Just don't make it difficult."

You nod again, about to cry.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, shaking it off and catching sight of the blue and red lights before he fully hears them. "You, with the waterworks too? Match made in heaven, I swear to GOD."

That night, you are hardly in any shape to drive yourself home and a bit too unsteady to even wrangle with public transit, so naturally you ask Izuku to come get you. With a faithful grin, he looks incredibly happy to see you in the agency lobby- if distracted momentarily by your expertly wrapped head and script bag in hand.

When you meet downstairs, you reign in your immediate reaction to seeing him like you normally would. It's busy tonight- teeming with interns, a changing out of a few vending machines, and a friendly spat between two other sidekicks is happening not far from the evelator you just stepped from. 

The building’s deceptively cheery security officer sees you coming, and shares to your boyfriend that he is going to put on a podcast, taking a moment to fiddle with putting his earbuds in and ‘conveniently’ switch over to his shades against the setting sun, which allowed you the sneaky propriety to fully hug Izuku, as quick and tight as you could before getting in the car. 

Talk in the car consisted of the usual after missions, which felt familiar and good. Obviously your darling didn’t hide his concern, but between your assurances were legitimate questions about how the villains were apprehended, what he’d watched, and the interest he gave in what the news didn’t cover- like asking more about your civilian recovery efforts and compliments about how many were saved today. This kind of cool down genuinely helped you leave work at work, and you appreciated that so much. It was a short drive, which you spent mostly holding Izuku’s hand in both of yours and receiving little kisses on that hand at stoplights. 

You walked arm in arm with him up to the second landing of your apartment, with him finally running through the more caring questions of ‘does it hurt to climb?’ ‘Throbbing or dull pain?’ ‘Are you hungry, or are the meds making you feel sick?’ 

You knew he’d be clingy and honestly needed that constancy after such an explosive afternoon. He was insistent on taking off your coat and getting your laces off with minimal effort from you, which you adored on any old regular day– but the waterworks came flooding back so hard while watching Izuku on his heels taking care of you that you stopped him altogether.

"-I remember the concussions Denki would have after going too hard with his quirk, too- ‘Chargebolt’, I think you’ve met. ‘Course, I think it affected his nervous system more than anything else-- w' h-honey? Are you crying?"

"Please just get up here~"

You hugged him tight the second he rose to full height,

"Oh sweetheart," Izuku petted your hair as you muted your cries, "Sweetheart it's ok, you're ok."

"I love y’so much..." you eeked out from a tight throat.

The eyes unseen over your shoulder stung at your words, but squeezed in just as tight there in the foyer.

"I love you too, honey. So, so much." Izuku kept you close and just rocked you in place to ground you, "Were you scared today?"

You nodded.

"I'm sure it was scary. Would have scared me too, being caught in the middle of all that," Izuku cooed over your shoulder. "Y'know it's okay to let it rattle you sometimes. That's why we're all here to support you. Help you bounce back."

//I have your back// Bakugou’s words hit you again in a wave. 

"It.. would have landed on me. I was right in the impact zone, when the southwest end came down," you sunk into Izuku’s neck at the memory, "...Bakugou got to me first. I wouldn'tve gotten out without him."

Izuku breathed out, touched beyond measure. “...he did?...”

"H'yelled at me for being stupid," you chuckled mirthlessly, "but he said some things. Really big things. And I'm just so sorry it happened at all! I don't wanna worry you when I’m out there!"

As you rushed through the emotions; not just of this fight, but filled to the brim and spilling over with other close calls like it. Izuku had a hard time understanding what was said that upset you, and just held you through it.

"C’mon, let's sit you down," Izuku picked you up like the koala you were and took you over to your couch, sitting with you perched in his arms. 

No longer surprised at the incredible strength he still carried -being able to pick you up like your dead weight was nothing- you sunk into his safety, solace found in his pressed shirt collar.

Your apologies turned into cries within a few minutes of settling in. 

The poor man's heart broke all over again, holding you tightly through your sobs, and hushing you through them. The crying was only going to make your headache worse. He knows this from experience, unfortunately… so even though he usually encouraged you to ‘feel your feelings to the fullest’, he did make an attempt to still you this time. Izuku pressed kisses to your warm forehead.

"Honey, easy, honey... what big things did Kacchan say?" 

//you're his spark//

//you're just like the damn nerd//

//match made in heaven//

//you're damn good for him//

"Tha-That I was... the love of- your life?"

Unseen, Izuku's sights widened. But had you been watching him and not hiding in his complete, cozying embrace, you would have seen the proudest look of love lifting those cheeks of his. How he smiled despite the concern he held for you in this moment, and took a grand look around the room - at the life you were tending to and nurturing together with fondness.

"You are the love of my life," Izuku assured you gently with the sweet coupling of your name, "Have I never told you that?"

Shown, certainly, but never told so beautifully. And to have come from Bakugou’s harsh lips of all people, the revelation was jarring in more ways than one.

You whispered 'no', but didn't let go for the life of you. Wouldn't ever let go of this darling man if he’d allow you to stay.

"-M'ere, look at me. Just for a minute, look here~"

You pressed back from his hold with unwilling muscles, only to be cradled in his hands. Green eyes full of tears looked back at you but with a full, strong smile forcing bravery forward.

"You -my sweetest girl- are the love of my life. I love who you are now, and who you're going to be forty, fifty, sixty years from now,” he pet your hair back and away with a little shaky nod, “and yeah- I might lose my lunch every now and then watching you out there…”

You sniffled again, baffled at how telling you all this could possibly be making him chuckle through his words–

“--but I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve watched the same tv screen and been so insanely proud of you! To watch you go out there and win, and shine, and– I can stomach all that fear. I can do that. Because I know you and I believe in you! And I am so thankful that I happen to know the heroes you do this hard work with can help take care of you and have your back. That’s what it’s all about- doing it together.”

You hang on Izuku’s every word of affirmation. It’s the language he’s best in, no matter the subject. Thankfully, right now, he's set on putting you back on solid heartground- assuring you of everything you doubt about yourself. Your power, your inspiration, all of it.

“You’re saving people- helping those who can't do it themselves, and you do it so well, love. These scary things happen… but honestly? It only makes me love you more for facing it like you do. And getting up the next day, and watching you come at it again.”

You keen under his full attention. The praise and love he’s washing you with is so earnest and filled with pride, it kills you to ever have obligations elsewhere in the world outside of his company.

Surely you can just stay supple in his arms for eternity and no one would miss you. 

“So you don’t need to be out there worried about what I’m thinking of you,” Izuku worked on wiping your blurry tears, “because I’m going to double down on replacing those worries in your head. I’m going to remind you every day of it. You’re never going to not have me in your corner, because you are the love of my life.”

Soothed and emotional in an entirely different vein, you nod you head back with a firm, brave smile of you own, before gingerly pulling him close for a little forehead touch, a well-earned kiss, and another hug latched around his shoulders. 

Izuku tended to you after your hero work in a number of ways, depending on what you've weathered that day: from taking off your shoes, cooking you a meal, holding you soft and sweet against his body on the sofa like this, or even helping you burn off any excess steam on the particular amorous nights where you just feel too alive to not show him exactly what your primary reason for fighting is. 

To protect him. To protect everyone you love and care for. Making your family proud both here and heavenward, and proving to yourself that you can do the hard things. Having a partner to support you in this work is an invaluable bolster in your life, and you feel it in every swipe of his hands up and down your back in this exact moment. 

His touch assures you just as much as it comforts him. Tells you how much you're appreciated and welcomed when you reach the end of the day like it soothes him to have you safely off the streets. You also know that any tear-filled nights on his end come from a place of complete affection and commitment and you don't really care how much Bakugou or any of your other workmates might tease you for being soft right along with ‘the damn nerd’. 

He's your damn nerd. The one you come home to and plan to spend the rest of the evening tending to your headache and scratchy throat and whatever other hurts have trickled out from your tough shell. 

From about your fifth date on, you'd felt in your gut that ‘Midoriya’ was likely going to be the name you'd be filling out as your emergency contact for life, so you started doing so on your contract renewals. That probably proved he was the love of your life, too, even if you didn't say so outright. 

Content to hold you forever, Izuku still asked of you gently, 

“Poor thing, you gotta be exhausted. I know you showered, but would you like a bath to let the steam help?” He kissed your nearby shoulder within reach, “It'll help the drainage go away.”

That sounded amazing and all but guaranteed he'd like to stay as close to you as possible. You hummed in the affirmative, close to bursting. 

“Good. We’ll get that started, whenever you're ready. Anything my brave girl wants.”

There's truly only one thought on your mind- the insistent proof of it lies hidden beneath your sweater neckline, slid onto a long silver necklace:

A ring sized for Izuku is something you've worn every patrol for a couple months now, and is practically burning as you adjust your seat on his lap to find his face. 

You're fishing past your collar uncomfortably, looking for the damn thing tangled with your agency lanyard, but dead set that you can't go on without him wearing it.

“Hm? I'm here, hon’, what do you need?-- what's-… Baby. Oh baby, what's that...?”

You hold the ring still looped on the chain, lifted for him to see between fingers that don't shake anymore. Firm and steady. Because he's loved you so well and so thoroughly tonight and every night, it's the easiest thing to ask the stunned, gorgeous man beneath you,

“Marry me.”

[aikrus]

My Harem Academia! INTRO TEASER CHAPTER

It was a warm afternoon at U.A. High, and you could feel the sweat dripping down the base of your neck. Training had been grueling, but that wasn’t what had your heart racing. No, it was the constant presence of them—the boys, each one more imposing than the last. It was as if they were all vying for your attention, each in their own way, and you were starting to feel the heat.

"You okay?" Midoriya’s soft voice startled you as you wiped the sweat from your forehead. His emerald eyes were filled with concern, and you couldn't help but smile at the way he always looked out for you. His kindness was one of the things that made him so easy to be around, and it never failed to leave you breathless.

"Yeah, just a little tired," you said, your breath still heavy from the sparring session. His gaze lingered on you a moment longer than usual, something unreadable in his expression. You tried not to think too much about it, but you could feel your face heating up under his scrutiny.

Before you could say anything else, Bakugo stormed over, his explosive energy radiating off him in waves. "Oi, Deku! Stop hovering and give her some space. She doesn't need you babying her."

He crossed his arms, glaring at Midoriya as if daring him to say something back. But you had grown used to Bakugo’s fiery personality. Underneath all that bluster, you had seen glimpses of something softer, something more protective. And while he wouldn’t admit it, Bakugo cared about you—maybe more than he wanted to. And he distinctively didn't hover, which is more than any of the others can say.

"Tch. I’m not babying her, Kacchan!" Midoriya fired back, his hands clenched at his sides. "She’s part of our team, and I was just making sure—"

"Enough." Todoroki’s calm voice cut through the brewing argument as he approached, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours. There was a quiet intensity in the way he looked at you, as if he could see straight through to your thoughts. His cool demeanor was a stark contrast to the heated exchange between Midoriya and Bakugo, but you knew Todoroki felt just as strongly as they did.

"You shouldn’t waste your energy on pointless arguments," Todoroki said smoothly, his voice like a breeze on a hot summer day. His hand reached out, almost as if he were about to brush your cheek, but he stopped short, pulling back at the last second. Still, the gesture made your heart skip a beat. "Focus on what’s important."

You were about to thank him when a familiar voice rang out. "Yo, what’s with all the drama over here?" Kaminari strolled up with a playful grin, his blond hair slightly disheveled from his own training. "You guys fighting over her again? Man, I wish I had those problems."

"It’s not like that," you said, laughing nervously, but Kaminari just winked at you, clearly not convinced- and another thing, who was he to act all nonchalant after the stunt he pulled the other day?

"Oh? Is that so?" He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "If you ever get tired of all this tension, you know I’m always down for some fun."

Before you could respond, Kirishima jogged over, flashing his signature toothy grin. "C’mon, Kami, leave her alone. She’s been training hard, and we should all be supporting her, not stressing her out." His eyes, always so warm and full of encouragement, met yours, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you.

Kiri was always the shoulder you could lean on, no matter what chaos was happening around you. His unwavering support was something you cherished, but lately, even his smiles felt a little different.

"Thanks, Eijiro," you said softly, grateful for his presence.

As the boys exchanged looks, you couldn’t help but wonder how you had ended up in the middle of all this. Each of them meant something different to you—Izuku’s gentleness, Bakugo’s fierce protectiveness, Todoroki’s quiet strength, Kaminari’s playful charm, and Kirishima’s constant support. And yet, with each passing day, the lines between friendship and something more seemed to blur.

You caught Midoriya glancing at you again, his face tinged with uncertainty. Bakugo scowled, as if he could feel the same thing. Todoroki stood just a little closer than usual, his presence like a quiet storm. Kaminari’s easy smile never faltered, but his gaze lingered longer than usual, and Kirishima’s hand briefly brushed yours, a reassuring warmth in the midst of it all.

It was getting harder to ignore as the months passed into this hell school year... how did this all start in the first place?

coming soon~

[viburnt]

Hello dear author! I'm really scared to send requests, so forgive me if I do something wrong!

i'm thinking about "Want to hold my hand" with katsuki bakugou pls? fem!reader or gender neutral reader. bakugou and reader in the last year of the hero course thank you 😊

Anon, don't be scared of requesting! I like it when you guys engage with me, it motivates me. Also, I picture Third Year! Bakugo as a big softie for you, even if he doesn't want to admit it <3

-Viburnt.

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 || 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

You never imagined you'd become one of the top three students at U.A in your third year. It was odd, and you didn't like people placing high expectations on you. You'd often wonder if there had been some mistake, if you were occupying someone else's place.

No, there was no mistake. Principal Nezu had made his choice.

You sighed, defeated, watching the ranking charts over and over as if they would change. The thought of being some sort of top-dog at your school was a pill you weren't ready to swallow.

— You, dork, Aizawa is waiting for us along with the first graders. The hell are you doing?

Bakugo said, his much taller frame walking up to you as you paced in the hallway with anxiety. Your eyes met his, a pityful expression greeting his gaze.

—I can't do it! What if they laugh? I don't wanna be part of The Big Three! — You babbled, remembering how one of your old upperclassmen would always complain about the hardships of being in such a selective group.

Bakugo sighed, placing a hand on top of your head to make you look at him. His heart was beating hard, savoring the way your face flustered.

—They are fucking kids, just like we were two years ago. You'll do fine! If that damned Deku can do it, so can you.— He said trying to alleviate your sorrows. —Besides, if they laugh I'll kick their shitty asses later during training.

You pressed your lips on a fine line, averting your gaze from him.

— I'd just feel much better if I didn't have to talk to them, you know? Why do we have to present ourselves like that? We are not God's walking among them...— You stuttered, exhausting Katsuki's patience. "This girl will be the death of me." Bakugo thought, although he couldn't deny he found it cute. The blond took a deep breath and calmed down, thinking of ideas that could help you with your problem.

Deciding to allow a more vulnerable side of him to show, he went for it.

—Fine, want to hold my hand?— He offered, extending his arm to you. His skin was rough and calloused, with many scars you'd learnt to admire with time. —Just don't go around telling everybody I did this cuz' I'll fucking deny it.

You smiled, feeling grateful to have someone like him by your side. Accepting his offer, he took your hand and walked you to the classroom in question; Midoriya was already waiting, noticing how the two were holding each other.

—Say one word, I fucking dare you, nerd.— The blond threatened subtly, making his freckled friend grin.

—Don't worry, Kacchan. — He whispered. —But you should confess to her soon, don't you think?

[ofmermaidstories]

"You always do this, he thinks bleakly. Why do you always do this? Try to laugh at yourself—you’re not even that funny."

Pleaaase I snorted, scoffed and cackled so hard my roommate woke up (I was reading at like 3 am). Who does he think he is‼️‼️‼️‼️he is such a little shit lmfaooo

It is so in line with his character tho😭 He is so understanding most of the time but when irritated he goes straight to where it hurts!!!! Mineta wouldn't have thought that of me😤

Also I love how you subtly added the freak deku in this lol. He is so possessive ( his his his), protective, to the point where he can't think straight when it comes to reader. Like he has to keep the sketchbook, which he views as an unfiltered representation of our mind with him 24/7... So much is happening around him that we kinda look past the fact that he knows our address, the "bridal white", his jealousy spreads to his friends -his friends!- and that his need to both give us everything and have our everything borders on obsession. .. then again was there ever anything he loved that didn't turn into an obsession? It truly is just in his nature.

Lucky for him that's how I like them.

I was suspicious of his arm bc of the constant mention and I was right!! Sadly

Also

"desperate to press into you everything he’s wanted to say: that he wants you. That you’re perfect. That it’s this he wants, something just like this—his lips against your skin, the sharpness of your gasps."

I see the title drop!!!!!

Sorry long ask I just needed to ramble off here for a sec.

Magnificent writing as always. It's the first time I identify so much with a reader lol "vicious, fragile" yeah......

Thank you for the time you took! I know this one was hard on you and your efforts truly shine through this work!!

LMFAO STOP, you know Mineta would say something heinous like, “Baby you’re the funniest person here, and you know what they say about laughing 😏” (no one ever says anything weird about laughing, he’s just opportunistic!!!)

But you’re right though. 😭 All that pinpointed astuteness of Izuku’s means he could be absolutely devastating in his observations, if he cared to be. 😭

My favourite thing about Izuku in fanon though is how quickly his canon personality can be, like, dangerous LOL. The only thing that tempers it is his natural sweetness, his sheer determination to do good!! Like he is absolutely hyperfixating on Scribbles, and maybe if he didn’t have access to like, idk, government power then maybe it’d be more the harmless sort of limerence we can all tend to experience. But he does, so it’s not, LOL. Idk I’m joking but I’ve gone into these fics (and indeed, just canon on the whole) with a certain sort of expectation that not one of the Hero cast (or villain!) would ever do a relationship normally. The stakes would always be high from the get-go; from the moment they realise they care.

You also hit the nail on the head with this, though—was there ever anything he loved that didn’t turn into a obsession? Because how true is it? All Might, Heroics, Kacchan to an extent (probably not as much as we like to make fun of him for, in fandom, but absolutely enough to make him grateful when their relationship starts to get better). I dunno, I resonate with that because I also get obsessive over things I like (heyooo); it’s easy to see it him, too.

RIP Izuku’s arm. 😔🙏🏽 It’ll be fine. Probably. 😌

And LOL, look, I love a good title drop. 🥹 Especially ones that flow nicely; they’re like a lil reward. 😌

But thank-you; please don’t apologise for length or rambling or saying hello!!! I get anxious with big chapters because I’m always like oh no it’s too much, no-one will like it, i’ve missed something stupid in it, etc etc etc so it’s reassuring when people like yourself pop by. 🥺 Thank-you for your kind words. 🥺🌷📖 I hope can do Reader and Izuku and you some justice with the last chapter. 🥹 Fingers crossed 🤞🏽🌾

[queen-swagzilla]

[P@treon Preview] BKDK Valentine Fic

February 8

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He'd had a shitty day at his work study, and by the time he'd gotten back to the dorm he was ready to detonate the entire fucking building. He'd found Izuku in the common room, absently scrolling through his phone instead of doing his fucking homework (which, apparently, was the whole reason he'd skipped the class trip to the mall in the first place).

The nerd had taken one look at him, patted the couch seat next to him, and insisted that Katsuki should tell him about his day. Which led him to now.

Katsuki's heart clenched as Deku laughed—even though the fucker was laughing at him. He watched as the corners of his eyes crinkled, his nose scrunching to bring his freckles closer together. Fuck, he was so goddamn whipped.

"Y-you did not call him Dick Dolphin," he wheezed, face turning red from lack of air. "Kacchan, you didn't!"

"Fuckin' did," he huffed. "And I'd do it again."

"He's the number 10 hero!" Izuku cried. It came out as more of a croak because the idiot was still fucking laughing. "You can't call Gang Orca Dick Dolphin, Kacchan!"

"I do what I want. He's a dolphin and he was being a dick." He marveled as Izuku laughed harder. He never thought they'd be in a place where Izuku felt comfortable enough to laugh with him again, let alone at him. It felt so fucking good. Just to know that despite everything he'd done, he was still someone who mattered to him.

Someone he wanted in his life. Fuck knows he didn't deserve it, but he was so fucking grateful. Especially when Deku looked at him, still grinning, but his gaze was soft and fond as though Katsuki's cantankerous personality was endearing.

"Gotta be careful, Kacchan," he said, nudging his shoulder. "I know you say what you want, but don't go too far." Katsuki flinched, and Izuku's eyes widened. "No, I didn't mean—I just meant you...you're the best, you know? You don't want your skill and hard work to be overshadowed because people who don't understand you get the wrong idea."

That didn't change the fact that he'd been careless with his words before, in ways that shouldn't be forgivable. And yet, Deku had forgiven him. That didn't mean that he'd forgotten. It was insane how badly he'd fucked himself over—ruining his chances before he'd even realized he wanted a chance.

"Really, Kacchan. We've moved past that, I wouldn't throw it back in your face."

"Yeah, I fuckin' know," he huffed. "Relax, Deku."

He nodded but remained silent, and it made his stomach sink. No matter how far they came, it seemed like a single misstep would suck all the happiness out of the room.

Deku turned the TV on, flipping to some ridiculous show about bakers who used their quirks to make over-the-top desserts. Even as they watched, Katsuki could feel Deku's eyes on the side of his head. Usually, having the nerd's eyes on him was a relief, but now it just reminded him that there was still a huge, yawning distance between them. Deku didn't know what to say to him, because he was afraid it would somehow set it off.

It was almost a relief when the rest of the class came back—bursting through the doors in a cacophony of noise and energy. It grated across his skin, overstimulating him almost immediately, but it meant that Deku's attention wasn't fixed on him. It was part relief and part loss.

It wasn't anything new, though. It had been harder and harder to keep Deku's attention lately—his attention constantly diverted by someone else.

"Hey, Deku! Come look at what we got!"

That someone was Ochako Uraraka, who was bouncing up to them like an inflatable beach ball—eyes wide with excitement as Izuku turned to look at her.

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Keep Watching. Ch10

Ch9 Ao3 FFnet (I'm ahead of schedule, so two chapters in relatively one day)

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Chapter 10

I was still in disbelief that Deku had yelled at his mom. He never done that before. I wonder what could have came over him. "So. Talk nerd." It took a while to get him to stop crying long enough to talk. So now we're just sitting in the ally.

"I don't know what came over me. She kept pushing and pushing. Saying things about how she's my mom. And stuff about how I shouldn't hide things from her. But it's not my fault I don't trust her with anything. After all, you know what's going on." I nodded in agreement as I continued looking forward. I might be the only person who knows about the nerd's home life. "All I could remember was being backed into a corner. It was so hard to not get angry, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. How do you do it?"

"How do I do what?" That's when I looked at Deku and saw he was crying again.

"How are you able to be angry without holding back? It hurts so much. I'm so tried." I then pushed his shoulders, which got him to look at me. "What was that for?"

"Where's the nerd that stood back up after constantly being forced down? Where's the idiot who jumps into fights that isn't his?"

"Kacchan." I watched as Deku stood up. "You're right." I stood up as well and patted the dirty off. "I'm going to tell mom I did the entrance exam."

"Don't do anything crazy when she blows up."

That's when Deku let out a chuckle. At that, I had to hold back my own smile. I hated seeing him cry but I still have a lot to make up for. Since the day on the roof all I could think about was how would I make it up to Deku. Hopefully this is one step in that direction. That's when I remembered he ran through busy traffic! So I punched his face. "Hey! What was that for?"

"For being a damn idiot! Stop putting yourself in danger! I don't want to be the one who tells your hag how her son died."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I punched him again, which knocked him down. "Stop running into trouble! Next time I catch you doing some stupid shit I'm breaking your legs!"

Deku smiled and it sent a chill down my spine. Why was he smiling? "It's only stupid if I fail."

…

I still can't believe Kacchan caught me. Let alone heard me out as I vented about what happened with me. We haven't done anything like that since we were in elementary school. At that, something seemed off about him today. Especially with how I noticed how he seemed to be staring off into the distance. But I was grateful that I even spoke to someone. It was nice to have that moment as if we were friends again.

As I stood in front of my apartment door, I wasn't sure about anything. Will mom still be home? How will I handle talking to her? Does she forgive me for screaming at her? How could she forgive me? I been an awful son for making her worry and then lie to her.

Before I walked away is when the door opened. "Izuku?"

The tears that ran down her face made the guilt weigh heavier. Taking in a deep breath I faced her. "I'm sorry, mom." She pulled me into a tight hug, and we stood there crying. Before long we were in the kitchen. While we sat at the table, mom handed me, what seemed to be a fresh bowl, of katsudon. "Thanks mom."

We stood in silence for a while, as I ate. But something just felt so wrong about this. Before I could speak, mom spoke first. "I shouldn't have gotten angry with you. I was just worried, since you never came home so bandaged up before."

"Yes, I have." That's when mom looked at me. "I always came home with one or another form of bandages. I would get beaten on a daily during and after school. You just were at work when I came home. It took me a while but I learned to cleaned up my wounds that you wouldn't notice. I didn't want to worry you more than you already was." The look of shock on mom's face somehow made me angry.

I don't get why I'm getting angry. Shouldn't I be feeling relieved that I'm finally telling her? And what followed the anger was a deep sense of guilt. I then watched as mom started to cry. Damn it. Now I really done it. Why can't I do anything right? Just before I could get up, mom grabbed my hand. "Please, Izuku. I'm here now. So, please. Let me make it up to you."

Even though I sat back down, I didn't believe her. What was the point? I felt the anger building again, just before everything went numb. Why be more of a burden than I already was? I took one more look at my half-eaten bowl before smiling and looking at mom. "I did the entrance exam for UA. Now, I'm just waiting for the results."

Even though I was staring at mom, the whole room seemed like a blur to me. I couldn't even tell the sounds apart. But I some how was able to hear when mom spoke. "But a person need a quirk to take part. How did you even get in? That's impossible! I don't believe you." I pointed to my bandaged arm. "Oh my goodness! That's where you got injured? I'm calling that school right now! How dare they let my baby get hurt!"

"Stop, mom. I entered. I'm the one who knew what I was getting into. There's no going back." Even though I still couldn't tell what was happening around me, I just knew mom was crying. At that, I couldn't even tell if I was crying. All I was able to feel was that smile I have mastered putting on whenever I felt numb. After all, nobody needs to be burden with knowing the pain I feel.

I was still in disbelief mom took the next two weeks off from work. Saying stuff about wanting to be here for me. With her around I didn't have a chance to breathe or think. It felt suffocating. Maybe I'm just so used to being on my own that this level of attention feels so wrong.

It felt like the days blurred into each other. It didn't help that I barely left my room, unless to eat. The only thing that went through my head was wondering if I got into UA. What if I didn't? What would I do then? Will I have to return All Might's quirk? Or is there another way to become a hero? Maybe… Not legally.

That's when I heard a knock at my door. Before I opened it, I put on a smile and made sure to hide the knife I was holding. When I opened my door, I was surprised to see mom trying to give me something. I hesitantly too the item from her. I still wasn't able to tell what it was. Too numb to register my very existence. "It's from UA." Hearing those words brought some clarity.

I closed my door and went over to my desk. After a few deep breaths and blinking, I finally took note of what was in my hand. A small envelope that felt somewhat heavy. When I opened it a small projector fell out. There was also a letter, but I'll read that later. As I watched the holographic message, I was still in disbelief it was All Might.

So… I made it in? I actually got into the high school of my dreams? As the disbelief slowly faded, I started to grin. Oh, how perfect this was. I even enjoyed seeing that my action of saving someone is actually helped me out. See Kacchan. I can still be a hero and keep my promise. "Soon, Kac chan." WAIT! Where did that come from? I blinked frantically as I stare at myself on the computer monitor.

After I caught my breath and read the letter, I finally left my room. I found mom in the kitchen and told her the news. At first, she looked away as she fidgeted with her hands. When she did look at me, I could tell she was forcing a smile. "I'm so proud of you, baby. You finally can follow your dream." She doesn't believe in me.

I tried to keep my smile as I hugged her. "Thanks mom. I'm so happy." When she did hug back it felt cold. There was no warmth between us. And I had to fight back the tears that wanted to shed. It doesn't matter if she supports me or not. There's one person who believes in me and that's all I need. The fact someone finally believed in my dream was all I ever needed. Now is my chance to prove them all wrong. Especially Kacchan.

[lifewithinatarotdeck]

Unbalanced

Well, it finally happened.

Midoriya Inko has been arrested for multiple charges and Izuku felt some weight leave his back until the day of the hearing. According to what Ophelia said, they are going through a lot of evidence so the encounter will not happen until later in the week.

Mitsuki was mad as all hell with the charges and when she found out about the exploitation she wanted to kill her former friend. He doesn’t blame her one bit, though her outburst scared both him and Katsuki.

“Exploi-? That sick bitch! I’m going to fucking kill her!!!”

Katsuki chuckled nervously as he had seen this side of her before, as he was careful to not cross that line. He learned that a few years ago.

“K-kacchan, she hasn’t killed anyone before, right?” Izuku asked timidly and gulped when the blonde shrugged.

“Who knows, Nerd. Though I think she can, I don’t care to find out.”

Izuku chuckled. “R-right.”

Their room door opened and Recovery Girl, Mitsuki, and Ophelia came through. Immediately the duo can tell that she was still boiling but the greenette was grateful that she did not round on him for not telling her. She wanted to though, but even she knows some things like that are delicate to talk about.

“Alright, Izuku, everything is all set up and got your treatments for you to leave. Both you and Katsuki are free to leave the hospital, but you will be coming with me until the hearing for your protection.” Ophelia said, giving a copy of the paperwork to Mitsuki. “I forgot to mention I have a daughter living with me too, she is a little eccentric but she knows when to keep some space if needed. Are you comfortable with that?”

“A-A girl?” Izuku asked and when Ophelia nodded his stomach did a backflip. He never really talked to a girl and if he was going to be there a few days it made him nervous. However, since he can’t be with the Bakugou due to the protection laws there is nothing much he can do, especially if Ophelia was the only person he could trust. “Is she nice?”

Ophelia nodded. “Yes, she is nice. Her name is Eevee, and yes if you heard of Pokemon, that Eevee. You will see why when we get to my place.” 

Katsuki looked at the greenette and he could see that he was nervous and hesitating. He clicked his tongue. “It is only for a while, Nerd. Besides, having company with people around the same age is better than just hanging around with an adult.”

“Katsuki!” Mitsuki said and slapped him on the back of the head, causing him to lurch forward and shake in anger. 

“What!? All I am saying is to give it a try! It will only be a week or two right?” 

Izuku blew a raspberry to try to prevent himself from laughing but failed miserably. The duo looked at him with surprise and happiness that he did not lose all of his personality. 

“I-hahah, I’m sorry.” He said, regaining his composure. “K-Kacchan and Aunt Mitsuki are crazy!”

“HEY!” The two of them yelled and this caused Izuku to laugh even louder, eventually causing them to admit defeat and laugh alongside him.

So with resolve, they all went their separate ways and Detective Tsukauchi picked up Ophelia, Recovery Girl, and Izuku and drove them to her house on the edge of Tattooin. Izuku again had butterflies and unconsciously grabbed the Serpentine’s tail, again going into deep thoughts of negativity.

Will I really be safe there? What if this is just a dream? Is this mom’s way of punishing me for disobeying her? What will happen once I get there? Torture? Death? Oh my god, I do-

Izuku suddenly felt fingers graze his cheek and he immediately snapped out of his thoughts. He looked at the serpentine, who was looking back at him with some worry. 

“You doing alright, Izuku?”

Izuku gulped and took a few deep breaths. “I-I’m fine, it’s just…everything is so surreal. Is this really happening, or is this a dream? Everything is now all topsy-turvy so I am having a hard time knowing what is good or bad.”

Ophelia nodded in understanding. “I know that what you have been through and what is happening now is a huge change. Having been living in some type of darkness with no light in sight, it is natural to feel afraid or wary of something you may not have experienced. Right now it is like Yin and Yang on a scale, the Yin is heavier than the Yang but over time we hope to balance it out or make Yang heavier.”

Izuku looked out the window, thinking about what Ophelia was saying. “I had a light at the end of that darkness, then it shattered.”

The trio looked at him in curiosity. He had a light of hope before but it was extinguished?

Izuku contemplated if he should continue, as he still thought of the other's consequences. “That was not the first time I encountered the Sludge Villain that day, and I was saved by All Might. I looked up to him, thinking that he was a beacon of hope and brought fear to those dwelling in darkness. He was not what I thought he was.”

Tsukauchi and Recovery Girl tensed at the information. “What happened, Izuku?” Tsukauchi said, keeping the strain from his voice. 

“I-I am not sure if I can continue, he is an Idol to Japan and I don’t want to break his image. He must have been in a bad mood when I caused him to lose the Villain he had captured.” Izuku said after a few minutes, now locked in his thoughts once more. They decided not to press.

“You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, Izuku-kun.” Recovery Girl said finally, but she will ask All Might personally. If he caused the boy some pain, there would be hell to pay.

“Hai…”

Ophelia then wiggled her tail, tickling the boy's chin and causing him to laugh. “Things are changing, Bunny. You will no longer be chained to that darkness, I will make sure of that.”

Izuku smiled a pure, grateful smile, and the trio melted in his cuteness.

[sideofcalimary]

Domino [Romance Arc] Part 1

The past haunts him

he thought he would've been over it

he thought his years in UA, his years of getting his head out of his ass would've made his past disappear

but he was wishing for the impossible

he can never forget

not when a living reminder is there 

Katsuki never thought he'd see Izuku again after he moved away

He didn't care

He never thought he'd have an opportunity to apologize to him once he realized how much of a lil shit he was to the boy

and now he has that opportunity

yet he never takes it 

It's been months since Izuku came back into his life, months of them building up their relationship and becoming friends again

It was easy talking to the nerd. Both as Katsuki and Deadpool 

At one point, he didn't feel the need to apologize for the past because Izuku never brought it up

It was fine

until it wasn't

until Izuku felt more comfortable with Deadpool

until he confessed his feelings for Katsuki without knowing it was him behind the mask 

They were having their usual conversation while he ate his dinner. A burger from diner he passed by

They sat on the rail of Izuku's fire escape, arguing and laughing as usual

Deadpool would tease

Izuku would retort

Deadpool would quip

Izuku would laugh 

Their normal back and forth

Deadpool wasn't sure how it happened, but their topic shifted

He watched Izuku's cheeks turn pink, scratching the little hairs on the back of his neck

He laughs. What a dork

But the words that came next shook his core

The unintentional confession had Deadpool choking, almost falling off the rail in shock

He feels familiar hands pat his back and turns to see Izuku with a flustered face: Hey! don't laugh at me! I know it's a childish nickname, but I've always ever called him Kacchan! 

Izuku misread the situation and Deadpool was grateful to have an excuse for his coughing fit

He fakes a laugh, earning him a punch from the freckled young man

Izuku huffs his flushed cheeks and gets off the rail: I change my mind, I don't wanna hang out anymore 

It was clearly a joke

Deadpool played it off as one

but dread hung heavy in his heart

. . . Katsuki gets home quickly after that, his mind racing with thoughts and unexplained feelings

He finds himself in his bathroom, his roommate confused by his sudden urgency as he locks his door with a loud bang

He takes off his mask to wash his face, hoping to wash away the shame but he caught his reflection

He was older now. Taller, stronger, more mature

he's better now, right?

Right?

No

no he wasn't

The difference between his past and present, was his redirected rage

He hurt and bullied Deku in the past

Now he hurt and killed people as a career

He's not better

he's worse

so much worse

if Deku hasn't moved away... would he have broken him? 

The thought had Katsuki spiraling into what ifs

Deku shouldn't like him

why does he like him?!

of all people! Of all people why him?!

He's hurt him with words

with violence

with insults and mockery

he can't break his heart too

He can't make him cry again 

How does Katsuki tell him he doesn't feel the same way?

How can he act normal around Deku without that confession looming over him?

How could Deku forgive and forget so easily and like him after everything he's done?

... Will Deku ever tell him how he really feels 

And if he does...

Katsuki: ... How do I reject you without making you cry...

. . . He thought he could make it through

Deku doesn't know what he knows

He didn't know he unintentionally confessed his feelings to him

He thought it would be easy to act normal

it wasn't

God it wasn't

It was so hard to look at Deku

To watch him smile knowing he use to hate it 

He regrets agreeing to studying with the nerd that day

he regrets sitting in front of him in the library

He regrets still being in Deku's life without even the slightest apology

He didn't know he was staring

Izuku: Kacchan...?

Izuku was confused by the strange look on his face. He looked... upset... Was he's mumbling getting too loud again?

Izuku waves his hand: You don't have to say it, I know I know. Bad habits die hard, I'll keep it down-

Katsuki: Don't

Izuku: huh? 

Kacchan's features softened. His eyes still held a sadness to them as he picks up his textbook and averts his eyes

Katsuki murmurs a reply: You don't have to stop mumbling. It's fine

Izuku: Oh

He wasn't sure what was up with Kacchan but his words made his heart fluttler 

//he doesn't mind my mumbling...//

He gave a wobbly smile, mumbling back an 'okay' before returning to his work

Kacchan, though still brash and blunt, had been so kind to him lately through his actions

Izuku has never felt more blessed to have his best friend back 

To finally have Kacchan again

He hopes to never lose him

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Izuku wobbles as he tries to navigate through the halls, carrying a box just stacked with parts and scrap. He could carry it easily, hell it barely felt like holding anything at all, but he had to keep up appearances

Everyone still knew him as the scrawny lil Izuku

The issue he really had was trying to find the lab room. His professor moved his class to a different room for more space but Izuku had been walking around aimlessly unable to find it. It didn't help that Shoto was in his own class unable to direct him

Not that it would be any better, Shoto didn't know the rest of the school either despite almost in their 3rd year

Katsuki: Deku

Izuku: Kacchan?

Izuku tried to turn, almost dropping the stack of remotes on his pile of junk if not for Katsuki stepping it to stable them

Katsuki: The fuck are you doing carrying around Dextor's lab in a box?

Izuku: Oh I'm just trying to find my my new classroom but I can't really see. Could you-

Katsuki had already grabbed the box from izuku's hands before he could finish, cutting him off like always

Izuku: ah thanks, Kacchan! Give me a second to double check the rooms

He takes out his phone, quickly scrolling through his professors email before whipping his head around, only for Katsuki to already be looming behind him, reading said email over his shoulder

Katsuki: Dumbass nerd, fix your prescriptions. That says 2rd floor, this is the 7th

He scolds, earning him a pout from Izuku before he started walking away

Izuku: Hey wait! Where are you going?

Katsuki: Use your giant head, nerd. I'm taking it to your class

Izuku: But-

Katsuki: Tits. Now hurry up. I got my own shit to do

Izuku: Well then, give me my stuff and I can take it there myself

Katsuki: Shut up and follow me or I swear I will drag you across the floor

Izuku relents and follows behind Katsuki, confused by his kind gesture

They were close to the elevator when he spoke

Katsuki: Stop walking behind me, creep

Izuku: Well how else am I supposed to get to class? This is the only hallway

Katsuki: Idiot- I mean like, stop following me around

Izuku: again, the ONLY hallway

Katsuki grew frustrated and turned his head with a glare: Walk beside me like a normal person, Deku!

Izuku jolts at the sudden order, his feet moving on their own as he jogs closer: O-Okay okay! I'm sorry!

Katsuki: And stop apologizing for shit! Fucking irritating

Izuku: sor-

Izuku shuts his mouth. He sighs. Katsuki never usually did this. Maybe he also had a class on the second floor? Then what was he doing on the 7th?

Confusion aside, Izuku couldn't help but smile, cheeks pink: Thanks Kacchan

Katsuki: Whatever, Deku

. . . Katsuki drops off the box of junk on one of the tables in the classroom, glancing towards Izuku who already rushed to greet one of his friends

the purple freak that looks like he's never seen the sun and doesn't know what sleep was. probably chugs monster like gas for cars

Izuku flails around and rambles quickly to his friend who simply smirks and rolls his eyes at the shorter boy

Hitoshi and Katsuki lock eyes for a second

Both held some kind of resent towards each other

something unspoken despite never having talked before

Izuku: Thanks again for the help, Kacchan. I'll treat you to lunch tomorrow?

Katsuki: Whatever. Just double check your shit next time. Made me fuckin late to class

Izuku: WHAT?!

Katsuki: Shut it! I'm leaving. Have fun doing nerd shit in here. Don't blow yourself up or whatever

Katsuki leaves the room before Izuku could ask questions, leaving the freckled boy confused as the teacher walks in

Izuku: Kacchan...

He watches as Katsuki walks back towards the elevators

His class was on the 7th floor

Hitoshi: Wow... THAT'S the guy you have the hot's for?

Izuki: Shinso-

Hitoshi: I would say I'm not judging but I's be lying

Izuku: He's a lot nicer then he comes out

Hitoshi: Clearly since he looks like he missed his own class to walk his boyfriend to his

Izuku turns red at the remark: DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT! HE'S NOT- WE'RE NOT-

Hitoshi: Chill before you turn ripe, tomato boy. I'm just telling it how I see it

Izuku pouts and walks to his table with a groan: Why is everyone so mean to me...

Hitoshi: cause your a walking sign that says "Shove me in a locker! I bet I could fit!"

Izuku murmurs: I don't know what Uraraka-san sees in you...

Hitoshi: what

PowerLoader: Alright, settle down. We have a lot of work to do

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Shoto: You're whipped

Izuku: You don't even know what that means

Shoto turns to Hitoshi: Am I using it right?

Hitoshi takes a long sip of his drink before answering: No

Izuku sighs

Hitoshi: You got simp and whipped mixed up. Clearly he's simping

Izuku turns beat red and throws a napkin at him: AM NOT

Shoto: For Bakugo?

Izuku: NO

Hitoshi: Yes

Ochako: Yes, and honestly I'm starting to feel bad

Hitoshi: Since when did you start feeling sympathy?

Ochako: Since when did you make friends?

Hitoshi: They're not my friends

Shoto nods: We're best friends

Hitoshi: I never agreed to that

Izuku: You did the second you joined our lunch table

Hitoshi: I thought you were a tree and a lamp post

Ochako: Makes it sound more depressing. Very in character

Hitoshi: Why are you even here?

Ochako: To eat, obviously

Hitoshi: Don't you have Cinamatography right about now?

Izuku: How do you know her schedule?

Shoto: Simp

Hitoshi throws a spoon at him: You're using it wrong

Shoto: You used the spoon wrong

Izuku: ... and you missed

Ochako: hah, noodle arms

Hitoshi frowns and points a fork at Izuku: Back on topic. What's up with you and Boomer?

Shoto mutters to himself: He's old...?

Izuku shakes his head: This was never a topic to begin with and NOTHING is up! 

Ochako: Listen Midoriya-kun, I know I'm not as close to you as Depresso and Non-Expresso, granted we only started hanging out this semester, but even I can tell Blondy and you have something going on

Izuku tries to wave it away: We're childhood-

Ochako: Friends, I know, but- he's been acting different around you lately. Less GRRR bark bark! and more...

Shoto in a deadpan voice: Prr meow meow?

Ochako: Exactly!

Histoshi: Never do that again

Izuku shakes his head hard: I-I have no idea what you're talking about!

Hitoshi: Oh please. You've probably been overthinking about his behavior since it started. You've bitten off all your nails

Izuku looks down at his fingers with a pout: ... Maybe.. he has been a lot less..

Hitoshi: Aggressive

Ochako: Loud

Shoto: Angry

Izuku: You make it sound like I tamed him!

Shoto: Did you? Because he's been glaring at me less recently

Hitoshi: And he's been glaring at me more. Tell him I'm not interested

Ochako: He's not a dog, guys. But really, he has been more mellow recently, think anything caused it?

Shoto makes a thinking face

Hitoshi sits back: Here we go

Ochako leans forward

Shoto: Perhaps he has butterflies in his crotch calming him down-

Hitoshi: CHEST-

Ochako: Sshh I wanna see where this goes

Izuku gives a horrified look: WHAT?

Shoto: I've been exploring the romance genre with Uraraka recently. The aggressive badboy love interest always starts out mean towards the main character. Then slowly, they build their relationship and he gradually shows his more caring side to try and win over the girl

Izuku feels his heart pounding at his chest: Y-You mean...

Shoto nods: He has butterflies in his crotch controlling his actions, turning him into a stereotypical badboy character in order to transfer those butterflies into your-

Hitoshi: aaannnddd he's off the track and steamrolling down a cityblock

Ochako: What Todoroki-kun meant to say was; Bakugo might be showing interest in you!

Shoto: Why do you twist my words

Izuku's mind ran a mile a minute, those words echoing through his head over and over

//Kacchan... Might like me?//

Hitoshi: It's possible but I wouldn't get your hopes up. The guy's emotionally constipated, I can tell

Ochako: Wonder how...

Shoto: ... he poops out emotions..?

Izuku shakes his head, his glasses flying off from how hard he shook

//No way! No way! No way! Impossible! No way Kacchan would ever like him! He was Deku! Small nerdy, ugly, useless-//

Katsuki: Deku

Izuku screeches and nearly falls off his chair if not for Katsuki catching the back of it: WAAAAACHAN!?!?!

Katsuki pushes his chair back up

Katsuki: Fuckin hell, Deku. Let the whole campus know, why don't ya?

Izuku blinks up at him, squinting at the blurry image of his childhood friend: S-Sorry Kacchan! But you came out of nowhere!

Katsuki: I walked past you twice to get lunch. You need new prescriptions

Casually, Katsuki slips Izuku's glasses back on his face, clearing his view of the blond's sharp eyes and frown. He could hear his heart in his ear when he felt those naturally warm hands brush against his skin briefly

Izuku: I-I-

Katsuki: Whatever. Just get your eyes checked and don't headbang them into oblivion. Glasses are expensive, you know this

Izuku pouts and nods: yes Kacchan

Katsuki sighs and walks past Izuku, ruffling his hair as he does to head to his own table of friends

Izuku watches him longingly, touching the side of his glasses

Shoto: Whipped

Hitoshi: Gay

Ochako: Okay you CAN'T deny that! That was right out of a fanfic!

Shoto: Maybe my theory was wrong...

Hitoshi: /Maybe/???

Izuku looks at his friends then back over at Katsuki from across the cafeteria. He looked to be irritated by what one of his friends said. She seemed to be teasing him about something, earning her a middle finger and what looked to be a couple of profanities

Katsuki glances over at their table

Green meets Red

They lock eyes for a second before both turn away

Izuku had a lot to think about

But he couldn't help the happy flustered expression on his face

. . .

Fumikage: You seem to have a dark cloud looming over your spirit

Momo: Yes, is something wrong Bakugo-kun?

Katsuki held a frustrated expression but inside, all he could feel was guilt.

Every time he looked at Izuku, his mind would flash back to =that poor crying face that use to make him angry. It was hard to act normal feeling the shame he had in his chest

He wanted to be nicer to Deku. He wanted to show he had changed. He wanted to earn his forgiveness

Kyoka: Listen, I was just kidding about bringing Midoriya to practice. Didn't mean to tease-

Katsuki: I'll invite him

Kyoka: Look if this is to spite me, I get it-

Katsuki: It's not. I'll bring him

Momo: Why the change of heart?

Katsuki picks at his food

He remembers how happy the nerd used to get hearing him play. Wouldn't hurt to let him watch. Maybe it'll make the feeling go away if he opens up about his other hobbies too

maybe not the killing one

Fumikage: are you going to answer or..?

Katsuki: I don't need to answer shit

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Deadpool: What's up, buttercup?

Spiderman: Nothing much, Blossom. Me and Bubbles are just talking about what Mojo-jojo's evil new scheme is. I'm hoping it's a bank robbery

Deadpool: hoping?

Spiderman: Bubbles is theorizing about life sized gummy worm invasion

Deadpool chuckles and leans against a wall: Damn, what bubbles is he smoking?

Spiderman turns to him and taps where his ear would be: Whatever it is, I'd love a hit

Deadpool: oohh that's not very PG 13 of you, Spidey~ What happened to your family friendly brand?

Spiderman: I'm your friendly neighborhood spiderman, not Barnie's new arachnid sidekick

Deadpool: You sure? Cause you saying "Gosh darn wackdoodle!" after making a perfect spiderman shaped hole in the wall says you're sponsored by Disney

Spiderman: Oh please, Mickey can't afford me

Deadpool glances to the side: Sure

Spiderman: hey! I know my worth

Deadpool: And how much is that?

Spiderman giggles: More then you can afford

Deadpool: Ouch, and here I thought we were making great progress in our relationship

Spiderman: And here I thought you've moved on

Deadpool: What made you think I'd have eyes on someone else?

Spiderman shrugs and sits on the ledge: Don't know, you don't flirt with me as often as you use to

Deadpool: You miss the attention?

Spiderman chuckles: Maybe

Deadpool shifts: Really?

Spiderman: BUT I'm also just curios. Clearly your type isn't just superpowered mutants in green spandex. And I wanna know what type of person would get you all...

He waves his hand, trying to think of a word

He snaps his fingers: Mellow

Deadpool huffs: Mellow?

Spiderman: yeah, softer. More relaxed and less cursey. Like you went from speaking like a 14 year old pirate to a college vampire but less emo and more edgy

Deadpool: You just called me gay twice in one sentense

Spiderman: Don't change the topic

Spiderman laughs and lays back on the ledge, one leg hanging over the edge with his hands on his stomach: It means I was right. You are a softy under all that leather and guns

Deadpool didn't reply for a second before everything happened all at once

Spiderman sensed it

but he did nothing to stop Deadpool from moving to his side and looking over him, one hand on the ledge next to his head while the other is stuffed in his pocket

His masked face just inches away from his own

He could feel his warmth

Deadpool was big. He overshadowed him

he had Spiderman trapped despite the hero having the strength to easily push him away

he doesn't

Deadpool: If you think I'm soft under this suit...

He leans in close, their masked cheeks pressing together as Deadpool whispers in a low tone: Then you're in for a surprise

Shoto: Spider, please turn off your coms. I don't like ASMR

Spiderman quickly sits up, head butting Deadpool as he does making the mercenary stumble back and hold his forehead with a yelp: AH FUCK! DAMN IT!

Spiderman: S-sorry, Front! I thought I turned it off!

He quickly starts tapping at his ear piece, his face bright red under his mask as he pulls his hood up: I-I gotta go

Deadpool: hey- WAIT!

But he was already off, swinging off the building leaving Deadpool to groan in frustration on the ledge: Fuckin- FUCK YOU FROST!

WHOEVER THE FUCK YOU ARE!

. . .

Izuku takes off his mask and flops face first onto Shoto's bed with a groan

Shoto: If you're going to flirt and lead him on, please make sure to mute

Izuku: I wasn't- I'm not- Am I leading him on?

Shoto: It sounded like it

Izuku: How can you tell?

Shoto: Well, you refuse his flirtatious advances then proceed to flirt back. From the book's I've read, that's a toxic sign of leading someone on

Izuku: I.. I didn't mean to

Shoto: Then why flirt with him?

Izuku: I didn't mean to! It's just-

Shoto: You feel more confident behind a mask, in tern you don't think about the consequences of your words because you've essentially separated your real self from Spiderman. So you end up saying things Izuku wouldn't normally say

Izuku: .. what have you been watching with Uraraka-san?

Shoto: Not watching, but she introduced me to fanfics

Izuku: Oh god, this is the meme thing with Shinso again...

Shoto: I've learned a lot. Primarily that fanfic writers make better stories than novelists Izuku: Seems pretty harsh to say

Shoto: So is shooting down a man who's clearly interested in you and leading him on

Izuku: I don't- ugh what do I do...? I... I don't

Shoto: You don't want him to stop because you like feeling attracted to

Izuku:... maybe...

Shoto: Then I have a solution

Izuku looks over confused: You do?

Shoto nods, crossing out something on a notebook before closing it: Go ask out Bakugo

Izuku: WHAT?!?!?!

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Izuku: me? Ask out Kacchan? No way. Nuh uh. He doesn't think of me like that. He's just being nicer. He's probably nice to everyone. He did say stuff about character development, whatever that means. So maybe he's just going through another story arc.

Izuku keeps mumbling to himself as he grabs books from the shelf, trying to find the one Shoto had asked for

It was on a high shelf he couldn't reach on his own, maybe if he climbed it but that would be too risky

Izuku: it's not like he's gonna ask me on a da-

A larger figure stands behind him. Izuku, having been so lost in his thoughts, didn't even sense it as said large figure reaches their arm up over his head to grab the book he needed

He lowers his hand, glancing back at Kacchan's apposing figure

//was he always this tall??//

Katsuki: Oi! You gonna take the book or not?

Izuku jumps, straightening up and spinning around

Which was a huge mistake since it only served to close the distance between them more

Izuku: Kacchan's amazing...

Katsuki: I used my tall privilege to grab a book. I wouldn't call that amazing

Izuku mentally slaps himself for saying that out loud and grabs the book: still amazing... But I would appreciate you not sneaking up on me like that!

Katsuki chuckles: I passed by. You're just lost in that lil nerd head of yours

Izuku pouts, holding the book close: so mean, Kacchan

Kacchan: I'm not amazing anymore?

Izuku: of course you are! But you can also be real mean some sometimes

Katsuki's lip twitched down. He clicks his tongue: Alright, then are you free Friday?

Izuku froze up, his cheeks feeling warm at the sudden implication: w-what? Why?

Katsuki: Relax, I ain't gonna take you out back like Old Yeller. I'm playing drums with a band this Friday and I'm inviting you to watch

Izuku immediately relaxes, his eyes widening in surprise

//Kacchan still plays drums..? AMAZING!//

Katsuki: Oi! I haven't stopped playing, I've just stopped playing in front of you. Look, if you're busy this Friday then whatev-

Izuku impulsively jumps closer with excitement, eyes sparkling behind his glasses: I'M BE THERE!

Katsuki jerks back and looks to the side awkwardly, hands stuffed into his jacket pockets: Jeez, alright. Fucking turn down the volume or Library Bitch is gonna kick you out.. again

Izuku slaps his hand in front of his mouth but it couldn't hide the massive smile he had

Izuku whispers just enough to hear: Sor-sorry. I'm just excited...

Katsuki smirks slightly at that: heh thought so. We'll start at around 5 in the music room, 1st floor in building beta-

Izuku: the 7th room to the left

Katsuki: right

Izuku: to the right?

Katsuki rolls his eyes and ruffles Izuku's hair, pushing his headband down above his glasses: I said you're right. Not get. I'll see you around, nerd

Izuku puts his head down as Katsuki walks off, glancing up just to watch Katsuki round the corner before sinking to his knees

He hugs his knees, taking off his glasses and headband and pulling his hood up in an attempt to hide from the world

His heart was beating so fast

His entire body felt warm

His head was all fuzzy

But all he could do was sit and try not to scream into his knees

Shoto: Izuku?

Shoto had rounded the corner, having thought Izuku either ditched him (unlikely) or got stuck in one of the bookshelves somehow (more likely)

But he didn't expect to find him curled up into a ball with a pile of books

He rushes to his side, concerned though it didn't show

Shoto: Izuku what happened? Are you okay? Are you having a panic attack?

Izuku whimpers before looking up. He wasn't sad or scared. In fact, he looked so excited he was shaking and crying. He couldn't contain the feelings bursting in his chest

Shoto pulls off his hood and examines his face, confused on what to do: Izuku..?

Izuku: s-shoto... Kacchan... He..

The freckled boy sniffles and gives a giggle of pure joy

Izuku: Kacchan asked me out...!

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Katsuki: So...

Spiderman giggles: so?

Katsuki: shut up, I ain't good at conversation starters

Spiderman: well a good way to start is to NOT tell me to shut up

Katsuki lightly shoves him to the side, a light chuckle bubbling in him that he tries to suppress

He hates this feeling. Without his mask he felt exposed. Vulnerable. He hates and loves what Spiderman does to his heart. To his emotions. To his brain

And lately, he's been coming over more often. It had Katsuki excited and confused. Theorizing.

He felt stupid but...

Maybe

Just maybe

This incredible, brave, funny, selfless, badass hero he admires so much

Likes Katsuki

Maybe Katsuki is that special reason he patrols on his specific building

The idea alone had Katsuki smitten and he had no clue how to act

Because what if he was wrong?

He feels something land on his lap

It's a coin

Spiderman: penny for your thoughts?

Katsuki: do I look like a stripper to you?

Spiderman: I'm paying for your thoughts, not your clothes

Katsuki grumbles, taking the penny and tosses it back, watching as it misses Spiderman's leg and falls down the building's length

Well that's embarrassing

He has perfect aim! Why was he fucking up now?!

Spiderman didn't seem to mind, in fact, he laughs: Someone's getting lucky today, huh?

Katsuki: clearly not me

Spiderman: a lot on your mind?

Katsuki: since when did you become my therapist?

Spiderman: Since you dropped my penny off a building

Katsuki: cheap therapist

Spiderman: come on, talk to me. I promise I'm great at keeping secrets

Katsuki: I got nothing to tell you

Spiderman: okay, well... Can I guess?

Katsuki: I'm not gonna confirm or deny anything

Spiderman goes ahead anyways: Are you thinking about someone?

Katsuki: ...

Spiderman: is that someone... Special to you?

Katsuki's ears turn pink

Spiderman: do you like spending time with them?

Katsuki looks to the side

Spiderman persists, curiosity taking over and his mask boosting his confidence: Do you...like-

Katsuki: so what if I do?

Spiderman was startled by the snap, only then realizing he was leaning in and promptly leaned back: sorry sorry, I'm being nosey

Katsuki: you just realized?

Spiderman laughs: I've been caught up in my own thoughts too actually. Someone special's been occupying my mind too

Katsuki gulps and glances over: really?

Spiderman nods, voice soft and sincer: Yeah. You're not the only one, Katsuki

Katsuki's heart leaped out of his chest

He took a risk. One he didn't think about: you ever plan on telling em?

Spiderman looks ahead and shakes his head: Not yet. But maybe someday, when they make it more clear they feel the same way

Katsuki looks head too: yeah

They stare at the city together

Together on a ledge

On the edge of misunderstanding

With their hands gravitating towards each other's

But never bold enough to touch

Both hero and civilian hold on to false hope

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Deadpool: Oh Spidey~

Spiderman: Yes my Murderous Merc? Whatever may I assist you with

Deadpool: whoa there BugBaby. Keep talking like that, and I might fall in love all over again

Spiderman: And we wouldn't want that heart to break all over again, now do we?

Deadpool: Never seemed to stop you, but we both know I heal fast and come back more persistent

Spiderman: You know how much of a red flag that makes you? Maybe you should rebrand

Deadpool: And have Walt's decapitated head on my ass? Nah. Plus people might think we're a different ship

Spiderman: what?

Deadpool: So what's a fine specimen like you doing all alone on a roof like this?

Spiderman: Patrol

Deadpool: On a Sunday night?

Spiderman: I'm waiting for a satanic priest to show up and make things more interesting

Deadpool: Aaww Hero work getting boring? Should I start riots and set orphanages on fire so you have something to do?

Spiderman: You act like you've never started a riot

Deadpool: yeah but an orphanage has never looked so flammable until now

Spiderman rolls his eyes and lightly nudges the merc, standing on the edge of the roof: I'm not bored, kinda just... Anxious really

Deadpool: And what arachnid crawled under your skin?

Spiderman: You're gonna get upset

Deadpool: I won't

Spiderman: doubt

Deadpool: Oh come on! I'm not gonna go on a rampage! You trust me, don't ya?

Spiderman: unfortunately. But this isn't really a bad 'under my skin' anxiety

Deadpool joins him: care to elaborate?

Spiderman sighs and puts his hands behind his head: I have a feeling that the guy I like might like me back. And as exciting as that is.. I don't know, I'm scared I got the wrong idea. I'm doubting myself but the signs are there... I just don't know if they're the right ones

Deadpool starts to sweat under his suit, mind wondering as he tries to act casual: you'll never know unless you take the chance and make a move

Spiderman turns to him confused: You're not jealous? Upset? Angry? Constipated?

Deadpool waves it off: Nah. why? You want me to be?

Spiderman quickly denies: No! No this is good. I'm just surprised since you declare your love for me in the worst situations sometimes

Deadpool: yeah well, I also want you to be happy. As much as it's gonna suck for me, I'm not about to go TeenRomance on you

Spiderman: Oh

Deadpool raised a brow: Is that disappointment I hear?

Spiderman quickly brushes it off: you rarely say sweet things like that, don't blame me for being caught off guard sometimes

Deadpool: or maybe you're gonna miss me flirting with you and trying to-

In one swift motion, Deadpool picks Spiderman up bridal style

Deadpool: -Sweep you off your feet

Spiderman sighs and playful pats his face: That's not as cute as you think it is

Deadpool: oh come on! I'm literally sweeping you off your feet! I pulled this out of an old playboy magazine

Spiderman: wow you are just projecting red flags

Deadpool: I would drop you if I didn't wanna hold you a little longer

Spiderman: ... Did you get THAT from a playboy magazine?

Deadpool: Is it working?

Spiderman pauses before firing a web to the side

He doesn't give him an answer and simply pulls himself out of his arms, swinging off the building leaving Deadpool to call for him

Deadpool: A PART OF YOU LIKES ME AND YOU KNOW IT!

Spiderman swung out of view, giving Deadpool the middle finger before he completely disappears

Deadpool stands there, watching where his partner went and sighs to himself: Least I know your fond of THIS part of me

Denki: Damn dude... That was not as smooth as you thought it was

Deadpool takes off his mask and his ear piece and crushes it in his hand

[oshiawaseni]

I would like to know about your perspective on why he remembered this. From what I get, it's an angsty memory but maybe he's grateful for Uraraka's help with her insight (?

I had to go reread the vs 1A chapters to find the context hehe

No. It’s neither grateful to her or angsty in relation to Kacchan, at least. Izuku is going through his own personal headspins, which I’ll go into.

He was realising he is now in Kacchan’s position and could soon be feeling “the shame” she mentioned from having the entire class go against him to bring him back. If anything, these words affected Izuku in another negative way when he remembered them. The first time made him doubt the use of his own hand to call out to Kacchan. 😔

(This is a bit of an aside, but you know how this story is rife with parallels... yeah... he probably still regrets not grabbing Katsuki with his own hand in Kamino, just like Katsuki regrets not taking his hand when they were bebs. I wouldn’t be surprised if Izuku mentions this to him before the end.)

Izuku’s self esteem is already really bad. So he thinks them doing this is more proof that he’s not a fit successor of OFA. “You’re next” keeps replaying in his head, over and over, the pressure of his fate is weighing him down and destroying his spirit

that’s why he breaks away yelling “It’s I’m not the same as before!” aka someone weak and unreliable that needs babying by them. The angst we see in the above panel is his rejection of the worthlessness he’s always felt inside as a quirkless person and then as a fledgling hero-in-training that couldn’t control his power...

He just wanted to feel useful, to feel needed and to feel worthy of his responsibility. He had no source for receiving self-worth other than continuously defeating villains. This kept him fighting so hard to stay on his feet despite his complete exhaustion that overwhelmed him the moment he acquiesced when Katsuki made him feel cared for, needed and safe.

(Kacchan knew this and knew if anyone could save Izuku’s heart it was him trying to make up for their history, for the way he used to treat Izuku, bc he intuited that it was probably impacting him still.)

It’s not angsty by itself per se, more like his reflective “oh… so this is what she meant that time. But I’m not someone who needs help anymore! I’m the only one who can go against AFO!” (I think her words fed into his angsty feelings towards himself. How he feels not good enough… and I dive into this topic a lot.)

Exact same mental as when he faced Kacchan in DvK2. Vigilante arc Deku was once again trying desperately to prove his value and worthiness. I’d say that’s about 50% of the reason Katsuki didn’t want to call him Deku anymore. He knew every little thing that tells this little green bean he’s not worthless is helpful to the cause. (The other 50% is he loves him, accepts/acknowledges him as his osananajimi and is telling Izuku he wants them to be closer.)

And check this post out if you haven’t, it goes into Kacchan and Izuku’s mental some more :) Hope I could help :D

[katonshoko]

Warnings : fem reader, snarky katsuki, future pussy whisperer deku, dirty talk, pussy eating

This is brought to you by Jo's deku poll :)

You feel like you're about to combust any minute now, your fingers tangled on the sheets gripping them so tight and your chest heaves as you feel the heat emanating from your body, or is it the heat that radiates off your boyfriend who's behind you? Or is it because of the green haired hero's warm breath that hits your inner thighs? You really don't care though. You feel embarrassed and so flustered, but again, none of that fucking matters, why? cuz your lust trumps everything else you feel right now.

Katsuki nips at your shoulders from behind, his fingers twisting and circling your clit, lightly tapping on it with two of em. Izuku shifts on the bed, clearly frustrated that he can't touch you.

"Get closer Deku, her pussy looks so fucking good doesn't it?" Izuku tries to bring his greedy fingers up to your cunt, but he's only reprimanded by your boyfriend with a growl "what did I fucking say? No touching, idiot." Katsuki continues to circle and press his fingers on your hard nub drawing messy, slow designs on it. You can't keep your whimpers at bay but none of the boys are complaining. Katsuki loves the fact that you moan because of him, that you moan for him and not for shitty deku. If Deku is going to make you moan, he'll have to do it on Katsuki's terms.

If Izuku wants a taste or a touch, he has to work for it and Katsuki is gonna make sure he stays patient till he says you can cum on his freckled face. This is what Izuku wanted anyway isn't it? He wanted to know how to please a woman, he wanted to know what he can do, where he can touch. So why should Katsuki give him the satisfaction of giving him anything more? Izuku should be grateful that he's able stay between your legs while your cunt clenches around air and your clit throbs under your boyfriend's teasing touches.

But Katsuki wonders what it would be like if you were to be touched by Izuku, would you moan for him like you did for your boyfriend? Would you cum? Would Izuku make you squirt? Katsuki knows he's been watching. If anyone knows how good of an observer and a fast learner Deku is, it's Katsuki. A devious thought crosses the blond's mind and he smirks at the pathetic way his childhood friend drools at the sight of your messy cunt.

"Can you smell her? Don't you think she has a perfect fucking pussy?" Katsuki smirks against your ear, the words coming out of him are loud enough for Izuku to hear. The poor boy can only gulp and nod and Katsuki removes his hand from your pussy, pushing you forward with his body, his chest weighing against your back. With the same slick covered hand he grips Izuku's face. "Oi, I asked you a fucking question, nerd"

Izuku stumbles on his words, completely bewildered by the fact that Kacchan's slick covered fingers are on his face. "Sh-she does" is all he can say before Katsuki abruptly pulls his face closer to your pussy, his lips grazing your slit, to which you bite your lip, and your eyes fly up to see Katsuki's face, a sinister smile plastered on his face as he runs his tongue on his lower lip.

"I showed you where her clit is, now start licking and make my girl cum"

[dekuskacchan]

i will follow you into the dark

Rating: T

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

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

Or: Izuku and Katsuki finally discuss their feelings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I said I was fucking fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You looked uncomfortable.”

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

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

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

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

“Tch.” Katsuki shrugged him off.

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

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

“Haah?!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Or we could stop fucking talking altogether,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…I can’t,” he whispered.

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can hear you, Kacchan.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Katsuki holds his face tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-you could’ve hurt yourself-”

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

Izuku shakes his head frantically.

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

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

“Kacchan, I’m f-”

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

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

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

Izuku presses the heels of his hands to his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nobody is mad at you."

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

“Well they’re not.”

“I think All M-might is.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I have to t-talk to him too,”

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

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

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

“It’s o-okay Kacchan,”

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

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

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

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

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

Katsuki heaves a sigh. “I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t think-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I belong with...you?”

Fuck, did he say that out loud?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Me too,"

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

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

No shit, Katsuki thinks.

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

"For what?"

“For everything.”

Katsuki shrugs. “I didn’t do shit."

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

Katsuki is at a loss for words.

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

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

"You were listening to us?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry, Kacchan."

"Quit apologizing."

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

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

"I'm not fucking reckless."

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

"Sounds familiar," Katsuki glares at him.

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

Katsuki is silent again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, he’d missed Izuku.

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

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

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

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

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

“Either is good. I promise.”

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

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

They both frown and Katsuki shakes his head.

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

“I think so too,” Izuku laughs.

"You should sleep, nerd." Katsuki murmurs.

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

"Yeah, yeah."

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

"I'm not going anywhere."

Izuku breathes a sigh of relief and snuggles closer.

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

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

"Together?"

"Together."

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bonus:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[makeste]

some follow-up thoughts on BnHA 285

1. “at that moment...”

you guys. I still can’t get over this. just -- guys. this is Kacchan telling the story.

he’s not the first character to narrate, mind you. characters like Twice, Tomura, Ochako, and Kirishima have all narrated in the past. but it’s always been past-tense narration of their own flashbacks, or else present-tense narration explaining their thoughts (e.g. Twice in chapter 115). Kacchan himself has done present-tense POV narration before. but this isn’t that. this is past-tense narration of an event that’s happening now. this is the future Kacchan narrating the present day Kacchan’s story.

has any other character done that, aside from Deku himself?? am I just crazy overreacting here, lol. idk but either way it’s cool.

2. “...there were no thoughts in my head.”

there was a post yesterday talking about Kacchan’s big moment at the end of this chapter being a little disappointing because of it being an automatic “my body moved on its own” save on Kacchan’s part. the argument was basically that it made the moment less meaningful because of it being a subconscious thing rather than a conscious decision on Katsuki’s part.

but I disagree! for me the “my body moved on its own” is actually way more impactful. and rather than describing it as “subconscious”, I think the word that fits better in this case is instinct. first of all, even though he says there were no thoughts in his head, we know that’s not exactly true, as we can see for ourselves the images that were flashing through his mind. I’m just gonna list them out:

“I’ll even surpass All Might and become the best hero out there.”

“why was it me who put an end to All Might?”

“I made a pledge! I will achieve absolute victory, every time! we’re taking this 4-0, no casualties! the strong don’t settle for anything less!”

“I’m not gonna lose... I can’t afford to stay a loser!”

“you... you looked like you needed saving.”

thoughts about what it means to be a hero. what it used to mean to him, and what it means to him now. thoughts about rescuing others. about saving to win. thoughts about his failures. thoughts about him and Deku. and last but certainly not least, vivid memories of a moment when he needed someone to save him, and Deku was there.

he has these thoughts, but he’s not aware of himself having them. it happens too fast for him to be able to process. but all the same, his body isn’t just moving here of its own accord. it’s simply that in this instance, it’s not thought that’s driving him, but emotion. at the risk of sounding INCREDIBLY CORNY, it’s not his head that makes the decision, but his heart.

and that’s why it’s so meaningful to me. in this moment, it’s not conscious thought that’s driving him, but emotion, instinct, will. he sees the attack, sees that it will hit Deku, and he just reacts. something at the core of him screams that he can’t let it happen, and he just moves. and to me that’s even more powerful than him consciously doing the math and making the sacrifice play (though I’m not saying I wouldn’t have enjoyed that as well). specifically because it’s a moment where he doesn’t have a chance to think or analyze or panic or doubt. it’s a moment that shows us who he is when you strip all that away from him. he doesn’t have time to get in his own head; he doesn’t have time to feel any fear; he doesn’t have time to think about himself at all. he takes himself out of the equation. he sees that Deku needs saving. and the rest is pure instinct. it’s the most heroic he has ever been.

3. “even if One for All is a cursed power... at the same time, it’s...”

I was wondering what was up with this part, lol. Caleb’s translation makes it much clearer; to Katsuki, OFA is both a blessing and a curse right now. the “cursed” part is becoming more and more obvious with each new chapter. it’s putting Deku in danger; it’s made him a target; it’s destroying his body; and there are other, darker and more dangerous factors also at play that Katsuki doesn’t even know about but fears nonetheless. I honestly feel like he’s been anxious about all of this ever since he learned Deku and All Might’s secret. it’s been on the back of his mind for months now.

but at the same time, OFA is what brought him and Deku back together. sorry, am I getting cheesy again lol. BUT IT’S TRUE THOUGH. All Might’s quirk gave Deku the chance to compete with Katsuki on equal footing for the first time. it forced Katsuki to acknowledge him. and both he and Deku have grown so much on so many levels over the course of this past year, and all of it stems back to Deku receiving this quirk.

and just... fucking look at these flashbacks, though.

unless I’m reading this completely wrong, the gist of this scene is that Katsuki is grateful for OFA because it’s what lifted Deku up and allowed him to try and achieve his dream. the scenes of Katsuki bullying Deku and burning his notebook are contrasted with the scenes of Deku standing up to him and vowing that he won’t be his punching bag anymore. Deku before OFA, contrasted with Deku after. I get the sense that Katsuki feels a lot of gratitude for fate stepping in and working to undo his mistakes before he himself could finally get his act together and start atoning for them as well.

and then that last page is really interesting, because it’s like the “blessing” and “curse” parts of OFA all together in a single image. Deku is going all out against Tomura, giving everything he has, ready to sacrifice himself if that’s what it takes. there’s so much strength there (even though he looks completely insane lmao), but at the same time it’s literally killing him. mixed feelings, for sure.

4. “Katsuki Bakugou: Rising”

last but not least! so there’s quite a bit of discussion going on about what exactly a “rising” chapter actually consists of, lol. Momo is the only other character who’s had one before (at least if you don’t count the movies, and the movie spin-offs). so it’s hard to say for sure with such a small sample size, but if I had to guess, I’d say the “rising” chapters are about characters coming into their own as heroes. Momo’s chapter was all about her letting go of her insecurities and starting to believe in herself. and this chapter was all about Katsuki letting go of both his fear and his pride, and just getting the job done.

in the span of a single chapter, he lets go of every single thing that’s ever held him back. I felt like we really got a glimpse of the hero he can -- and hopefully will, if future!Kacchan the Narrator is anything to go by -- become. he was amazing. he took charge; he came up with a plan that absolutely would have worked if Tomura wasn’t LITERALLY FUCKING UNKILLABLE LULZ; and when that failed, he didn’t hesitate to make the sacrifice play. Bakugou fucking Katsuki, He of Zero Rescue Points, made the fucking sacrifice play. do you even know how much I love that you guys. I love it so, so much.

but of course, when you make the sacrifice play it tends to have the not-so-surprising side effect of getting you ALL FUCKED UP afterwards. so perhaps a less ideal outcome than he would have hoped. but he still did good. and he stopped Deku from getting murdered, and so now hopefully Deku and Shouto can mount some sort of aggrieved revenge counterattack to do their fallen friend justice. time for my other two sons to get to work! maybe Shouto can make Deku some new arms out of ice.

[heartsinhay]

Overtime at work this week... dropping some nsfw below the cut. It’s dkbk outsider POV with minor Kirishima/Bakugou, cuckolding and Deku being rude.

Eijirou's mind blanks out into pure static. There he is: haughty, frigid Katsuki, Eijirou's fucking boyfriend, on his knees. Sucking Midoriya's cock. "Hey, Kirishima-kun," Midoriya says, so calm and polite it's almost like they're genuinely happy to see each other. "Would you mind closing the door?" Katsuki doesn't say a damn word. He's too focused on Midoriya's dick, eyes almost cross-eyed as he struggles to fit the whole thing down his throat. Eijirou's never seen him like this before. He looks like a maiden in love, except for the way he's grinding against Midoriya's leg like a slut. "What... what's going on here?" Eijirou says. It comes out weak, pathetically so, but he wants to hear someone say it. Even though they already know. "Katsuki. *Katsuki*." Midoriya has to scruff Katsuki by the neck and pull him off his cock before he'll say anything. His blond eyelashes blink, red eyes still hazy with lust. Even the little angry furrow between his eyebrows, which Eijirou thought was just how his face looked like normally, is completely gone. "I'm paying Deku back for the massages," he says, more than a little impatient. "Just like I do with you."   "Yeah, but--" Eijirou's stuck in the same trap again. If he says this is weird, that means he's fucked up for tricking Katsuki into doing it for him. But if he doesn't... Eventually, he decides on: "But you always use your hands with me. You've never..."   The word blowjob sticks in his throat, but Katsuki isn't listening for it. Midoriya's thumb has started gently stroking the short hairs at the back of Katsuki's neck, and Katsuki's relaxing into the touch, all his sharp edges smoothing down into the curve of a dreamy smile. He shrugs, not even bothering to look in Eijirou's direction.   "Deku has sensitive skin."   There's a drop of precum beading at the head of Midoriya's dick. Completely enraptured, Katsuki darts down to capture it with his tongue. He cleans the tip of Midoriya's cock with careful kitten licks, then curls his reddened lips around Midoriya's length, renewing his efforts to get to the base. Midoriya sits back with one scarred hand cupping Katsuki's nape, looking down at Katsuki with an indulgent smile. "Kacchan's working so hard," he says. It's true. Katsuki lavishes Midoriya's cock with attention, like he's hungry for it. Like pleasing Midoriya is the only thing he knows. "He told me about what you two talked about the other day, you know." "Oh, yeah?" Eijirou says, like an idiot. It's the only thing he can come up with. "Really. I promised Kacchan I'd try to set your mind at ease," Midoriya says. He looks up at Eijirou with a hero's smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm not against your relationship. I never was. When I left U.A., I wasn't thinking about anyone but myself. I'm grateful that Kacchan still had someone by his side."

What the hell does Eijirou say to that? You're welcome? Oh, okay, we're cool, then, you and my boyfriend can do whatever you want?

[collisiondiscourse]

say amen (bkdk drabble)

(a little drabble based off of one of my favorite posts that ive ever made)

Katsuki’s not a religious man.

Yeah, okay, he believes in deities and goes to temples, the blond will admit that much. The existence of a higher power isn’t really that far from the realms of possibility when he regularly interacts with people who have the head of a bird or engines for legs. He celebrates the holidays, and on days where he’s feeling especially magnanimous, Katsuki even buys temple charms and sends out a quick prayer to whoever might be listening.

But he isn’t religious.

He doesn’t like feeling like he’s indebted to someone. That somehow, somewhere, there is someone Katsuki should be grateful to for giving him all his successes. He worked hard to get where he is now all by himself, thank you very much. The idea that everything is somehow predetermined or controlled by someone he can’t even see is one that makes the blond break out into hives.

A man with any dignity such as Katsuki’s is too proud to kneel to any god.

But then again… Izuku Midoriya is no such god.

He’s very much human, Katsuki would believe despite the seemingly endless strength his short and stocky figure possesses. He’s freckles and sunburns and scars and toothy smiles and everything that used to make the blond’s blood boil. Deku can’t dress himself nicely to save his life and sings All Might show tunes in the shower when he thinks no one can hear. Katsuki’s seen the boy throw up on his dumb red shoes and laugh so hard he scared himself with his own snorts.

He’s seen Deku at his worst. Crying and crumbling, body all bloodied and torn up after giving it his all. He’s seen him angry--borderline murderous even--with rage consuming him and leaving him gasping for breath as he saddles closer and closer to the line betwean life and death. He’s seen Deku broken and hollow, unable to eat for days and smelling like a decomposing corpse because the demons in his eyes had all but haunted him from even getting up to shower.

The point being, Katsuki knows that Izuku Midoriya is flawed.

He should, at least. Having seen these cracks and imperfections over and over should’ve cemented the idea that Deku was far from perfect. He sees sides of Deku that even their best friends, let alone the public have never seen. Bakugou knows that Izuku Midoriya is not a God--and is in fact very far from one.

But fuck if he doesn’t worship him like he is.

When Izuku confessed to him in their second year, Katsuki thinks that he learned what it feels like to die.

As dramatic as it sounds, it’s true. Watching those green eyes peel away from their locked gaze on his red ones to stare nervously at the ground causes Katsuki’s heart to jump. His palms were sweaty and blood roared in his ears, deafening him from all sounds except Deku’s voice. He’d initially thought that this was it. This was Deku preparing to tell him that he couldn’t stand being his friend anymore, that no matter how much Katsuki tried to atone for himself, Deku finally realized that Katsuki would never be worthy of his love.

It built up and up until Katsuki couldn’t breathe, willpower alone keeping him from gasping for breath as he awaited Deku’s rejection. The sun set in a brilliant cast of oranges and purples, but neither boy on the rooftop could stand to appreciate it when the sights in front of them were far more important.

“Kacchan,” he blurts at last. A sliver of his pink tongue peeks out to lick at his chapped lips. Katsuki’s chest constricts with want. “I like you.”

And it’s at those three words that Katsuki truly believes in an afterlife.

His heart clenches and stops for a different reason--a different feeling entirely. The world tilts on its axis and his breaths come up short, yet Katsuki’s never been happier to have been wrong. Parts of him shrivel up. Shudder in anxiety. Embers of raw anger and determination (leftover from years of scars and charred notebooks) tell him that he’s not worthy of Deku. That Katsuki is yet to even deserve to take the hand that has been waiting for him for his whole life.

Admittedly though, Katsuki Bakugou is a selfish, selfish man.

He stares at that freckled and blushing face like it’s a reflection of the universe itself. Green eyes that mistakenly take Katsuki’s silence as rejection grow watery, and yet as Katsuki stares into the molten pool of emerald and moss, he thinks he may see his entire life in those pretty eyes.

“...Kacchan? It’s okay if you don’t, uh, like me back. I u-understand if you feel uncomfortable or no longer want me be your friend even if it kinda s--”

“W-well really, it’s more of love. I... love you. Like, a lot. Have for a while I mean and I tried really hard to hide it but I’m sure it was obvious from the beginning and well, Uraraka said I was really bad at lying so I wasn’t really sure...” he mumbles. Stutters, because he’s human and very much not a god.

Katsuki Bakugou kisses Izuku Midoriya for the first time.

He kisses Izuku Midoriya because he wants all of him. He wants the sorrow and broken bones. The awkward laughter and nervous tics. Katsuki wants those green eyes to never stop looking at him and that mouth to never stop muttering the most inane nothings. He wants the beautiful and the ugly, the victories and the losses. He wants and he wants and he wants and he wants, and now that all of it is within his reach dear god is he never letting go.

The blond pours his soul into the kiss. Mouth harsh and unyielding, ever determined to prove to anyone watching that he’d throw away his life for this boy in a heartbeat. The desperation in their kiss practically daring anyone to try and pull them apart. Katsuki wants the kiss to say everything that he, in his weak and human state, cannot even begin to phrase. That somehow a single kiss could show the other that Katsuki loves him so much it breaks him inside. It’s so good that it’s painful. It’s painful and excruciating but fucking hell if Katsuki pulls away for one moment he thinks he might actually truly die.

They’re training to be pro-heroes, so of course their pain tolerance is higher than most. They’ve been taught to fight in any environment no matter what—could probably fight five people underwater for an hour without breaking a sweat. All of those hours of training somehow still mean nothing to Katsuki in the brilliance of the storm that is Izuku Midoriya.

Because as they kiss and breathe in each other’s air, Katsuki forces himself to pull away with a gasp.

Izuku thinks he’s hurt the blond accidentally, somehow. That he’d been too rough or pushed Bakugou into it or even just took his breath away from him in the literal sense. What the green-haired hero didn’t expect was the sheer devotion in ruby eyes.

(It would’ve scared him, if it didn’t make his knees shaky and heart rate speed up in exhilaration.)

Meanwhile, Katsuki’s drowning.

He’s drowning so deep in emotions that he’d never let himself feel until now. Drowning in his insecurities and greatest desires. Drowning in emotion and vigour. Drowning in the feeling of kissing Izuku fucking Midoriya. Part of him screams in agony, protesting this weakness as it fucks with his mind and squeezes at his heart.

The rest of him lets it happen.

Bakugou pulls away, gasping for breath. It’s too much and not enough, because he loves this boy so goddamn much that it actually hurts. He’s crying, and it’s kind of pathetic, really. So undone by a single kiss that tears streak down his face while white spots appear in vision of ruby eyes. A man so weak--so overcome with emotion that he can’t help but sob at the torrent of devotion that overtakes him. His heart throbs painfully and he struggles to take gulps of air, because Katsuki doesn’t truly love many people but there’s something about Izuku Midoriya that destroys him so thoroughly.

Ever understanding, ever patient, and ever too good for his damned, hell-bound soul, Izuku holds him close. He lets Katsuki weep into his jacket and runs scarred fingers through pale blond strands as the other boy tries to stifle his sobs. He hushes him with a light kiss to his temple and listens patiently as Katsuki whimpers every variant of ‘I love you’ under the sun.

Izuku Midoriya is no such god, but Katsuki Bakugou worships him like one nonetheless.

[tommybaholland]

bnha boys in love [valentine’s edition💗]

featuring: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, shinso, amajiki, and dabi

for anyone who might be feeling lonely today, enjoy a lil something from ur fav bnha boy who loves u! 

midoriya is one that gets nervous but tries hard to turn it into excitement when thinking about what he’s going to do for or with you on valentine’s day. as an aspiring hero, he always wants to put a smile on others’ faces and you’re no different. actually, you could be an exception because he loves you and those feelings are different from acts of altruism. rather, he wants to give you something straight from his heart. he’s always wanted to cook dinner for someone else, even after he’s always had his mom make him anything he wanted. he receives some basic guidance for her over the phone but he still has zero clue what he’s doing until kacchan stumbles upon him in the dorm kitchen struggling to cut onions. after some threats, yelling, and lots of arguing, the two manage to make a decent meal, actually a whole spread of food for the night. you’ve never had someone put that much thought or make dinner for you so its absolutely surreal when he presents it to you. the meal itself is really good and the night ends with the you both falling into food comas on the couch, relaxing into one another. 

bakugo seems very distant leading up to the day. he didn’t seem like the type to make a big deal out of valentine’s day. then again, he had never gotten many chances to celebrate it, except reluctantly with classmates and his parents. you didn’t mind how he felt about it but it was strange that you hadn’t seen much of him the past few days. on the day, you want to not think about his absence so you decide to get some training in. not an hour passes before bakugo storms in, “there you are, IDIOT! i’ve been looking everything for you! you’re coming with me..” he doesn’t allow you time to change or shower and instructs you to close your eyes as he leads you by the hand somewhere. he voice goes soft as he stops and tells you to open your eyes. you open them to see your favorite dessert sitting in front of you and a lit candle to complete the ambience. you’re in complete awe. you knew he could cook but had no idea he could bake but he explains that sato helped him with the recipe and how he almost gave up the whole thing because he couldn’t get it right the first few times. he admits it might still not be perfect but he loves you so very much and-- he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before you’re silencing him with a kiss. 

todoroki could give you anything you wanted on a regular basis, being the son of a pro hero and all. it’s this ceiling effect that gets him in a bind for what to do for you because naturally he’d just spoil you extra. but something tells him he shouldn’t focus on the material items but rather the gesture, the sentiment, maybe even the experience. the beginning of the day is slow and lazy, with him coming to your room early in the morning to lay with you in bed. being the sleepy boy he is, he ends up falling asleep on you and you follow close behind. luckily, he set an alarm so you wouldn’t miss what he has planned. he takes you to a hot spring in a secluded location, where you (appropriately) share one together. it’s really nice and relaxing and a different type of alone you get to spend with him. he tries to rub your feet but you won’t let him because you’re ticklish and that starts a little tickle war. you surrender by wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as your ribs ache from laughing so hard. you stare at each other while catching your breath, lips slowly drawing closer. it’s all around a beautiful moment with such a pretty and kind-hearted boy. 

kirishima would save as much as he could to be able to spoil you on this day. he figures; that’s what it’s for, right? this man would try to go above and beyond for you any day because you’re so worth it to him but valentine’s is truly his day to shine. he decides to put together a scavenger hunt which involves one long tour of your previous dates, like the buffet restaurant and the arcade. he even sneaks in little nostalgic things during your time as a couple, like at the park where he learned how you liked to lay on your stomach while he’d draw little shapes on your back. it’s crazy but so fun and cute and special. it ends in a random backside of a building at UA and it’s familiar but you’re confused as to why he brought you here. “this was the place where you first told me you were interested in me..and i was so nervous but so flattered that someone as wonderful as you could like me.” and he goes on and on but he can’t help that he feels so much love for you, which is something he didn’t really think he’d get to experience. he’s oh so grateful to have you and so are you to have the manliest, cutest, sweetest boyfriend ever. 

kaminari feels the pressure of making your first valentine’s with him the best day you’ve ever had and tries to put on a front but fails. he loves that you’re so easygoing and chill with anything but he wants to make the day special. he wants to go above and beyond for you because you deserve it so much. he really likes the idea of an private outdoor dinner because the ambience is already pretty romantic. he sets it all up and when the time comes, he’s just too excited and can’t keep it a secret. he leads you outside as he tells you that he strung up all these lights but when you get out there, it’s real dark. he goes, “this is the best part.” he uses his quirk to simultaneously light up the small bulbs dangling from the strings. unfortunately, several of them blow a fuse and shatter, diminishing the full effect. you both laugh it off like normal and he says he was prepared for that, pulling out a lighter to light the candles on the table. it’s sweet and thoughtful, but don’t think you’ve escaped the ‘are you trying to romance me’ tiktok references. it’s okay though because a denki date night wouldn’t be complete without them. 

shinso is similar to bakugo when it comes to valentine’s, except he’s more so indifferent, rather than not caring about it. he’d be the type to ask you what you want or would like to do but he realizes that was a lost cause because of course you tell him it doesn’t really matter to you and you’d be happy with whatever. you’re so lovely to him everyday, despite his insecurities and trust qualms, so he silently promises to give you a day that you deserve. he tells you he has a surprise. it’s easy to hide as he takes you to your favorite cat cafe, a place where you two are regulars. there’s one cat there, a black and white tuxedo cat, that you are particularly fond of. he enjoys watching you smile as the cat rubs up against you and lays in your lap. you’ve completely forgotten about why you were there until he tells you that the cat is yours if you want him. you’re in complete disbelief but he tells you that he had arranged it with the owner of the cafe, who had noticed that the cat was very skittish and avoidant of other people, except for you. “and i told him, ‘yeah, me too.’” 

amajiki is nervous, of course. probably more nervous than on a regular basis. he knows he shouldn’t be because you’re so wonderful and accept anything he’s done for you with your sweet smile and kisses. he doesn’t like going out to public places too often but he wants to take you to several that you’ll both enjoy and he’ll feel somewhat comfortable. every place has something to do with nature: a zoo, an aquarium, and finally, a butterfly garden which he remembered you mentioning how you had always wanted to go to one. although he knows butterflies are gentle creatures, he isn’t so big on bugs in general, especially when there’s hundreds of them flying around him. you hold his hand the entire time, relaxing him as time goes by. you giggle as they land on the tips of his ears, making him smile as their delicate legs tickle his skin. he grins at your reaction as he pulls you closer. “nothing compares to your butterfly kisses, bunny.” he leans in to blink against your skin, his lashes brushing lightly like wings. you return the gesture to him, hugging him close to you as he pets your hair. he can be shy but your own little love language made up for it.

dabi has never been into something as trivial as a day about love. to him, it’s like any other day. but he never expected that he’d be scrambling around the city to find the perfect flowers to give to you. it’s the least he could do but it could never make up for everything you’ve done for him. you’ve made him feel loved and wanted; having proven it by sticking by him this entire time, such as the fact that he’s now a wanted criminal. he has to be discrete. this doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have standards and wouldn’t give you just any flower that was thrown out or forgotten. he starts to get frustrated as he stalks around in a forest and lets his quirk burn off a little steam, catching the trees and foliage into blue flames. then he sees it. you’re a little on edge when he gets home, worried that something had happened after you hadn’t seen him all day. he reminds you what day it is and then holds up what he found: a lonely flower, singed a bit on the ends of the petals but intact and tall. he explains that it reminded him of you, your relationship, what you mean to him. it’s rough around the edges and imperfect but resilient and strong.

happy valentine’s day from bnha night! any lovely requests may enter here..