#and then kacchan comes back and izuku stares at him with such open longing like

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izuku didn’t just have to see katsuki’s dead body, he also had to see the fucking all might card right next to him. physical proof that katsuki always had a tender spot in his heart for izuku and their childhood together. evidence that katsuki fucking LOVED HIM THIS WHOLE TIME and now it’s TOO LATE. it’s actually so devastatingly romantic and fucking tragic. izuku really only finds out katsuki loved him all along when he thinks he’s lost him forever.

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listening to taking what's not yours by tv girl and thinking about bakudeku. obviously.

thinking about how as kids, izuku and katsuki probably went to each other's houses all the time for playdates. every time, they probably brought over toys and little trinkets and collectable cards to play with and share. at the end of each playdate, their parents would tell them to collect their stuff so they could leave. and of course they try their best to gather up the items they brought over, but little kids are forgetful and disorganized. stuff is slowly left behind, tucked underneath couch cushions and below coffee tables and behind potted plants.

it's not a problem at first. whenever izuku and katsuki have their next playdates, they sometimes rediscover these items while exploring and pick them back up to play with again, a new forgotten object taking its place. it's not a problem at first, but when their playdates eventually stop, the animosity growing between the two, those items remain forgotten in their dusty corners. until...

until one day, in late elementary school, izuku comes across a miniature all might figurine left behind the tv stand. momentary confusion crosses his mind until he realizes it's one of kacchan's. a smile flickers across his face as he recalls one of their many playdates in which they used this all might figurine to rescue izuku's captive stuffed animals.

izuku frowns, unsure of what to do with the figurine. he could dust it off and bring it to kacchan's house. but kacchan would likely only react in anger, maybe even blame izuku for flat-out stealing it. (and a part of izuku wants to hang onto this piece of kacchan, this remaining physical evidence of their once-close friendship).

he stands in front of the tv, silently debating for a moment, before turning around and walking out of the room, leaving the all might figurine untouched. he goes about his day, pretending he never saw it. some days, after particularly harsh remarks from kacchan, izuku sits in front of the tv stand, staring at the all might figurine for several long minutes before getting up and moving on with his day. he doesn't tell his mom about the figurine.

katsuki is livid on the first day of middle school. it's bad enough that deku just happened to be in the same class as him, but to also have the seat right behind him? it's too much. he stomps into his room after school, slams the door shut (then opens it and re-slams it to spite his mother after she yells at him to not slam his door), then tosses his backpack in the direction of his desk as he collapses on his bed.

after a few minutes of silent seething, he begins to get up, only to falter when he sees that his backpack had knocked aside his desk chair, dislodging something from underneath his desk. he kneels by his desk to pick it up, then instantly recoils when he realizes what it is. all might's iconic outfit colors have dulled with time, but katsuki would recognize deku's favorite all might plushie anywhere. hot anger rises up inside him once again, and distantly, he can feel tears begin to prinpick at his eyes. how dare deku still find more ways to remain in his life?

katsuki picks up the plushie and chucks it in the trashcan by his desk, then storms out of his room. he bolts out of the house, ignoring his mother's demands to stop slamming doors, and stomps aimlessly around the neighborhood for a good hour.

it isn't until later that evening that katsuki's anger finally cools. he shuts himself into his room after dinner, then stands overlooking his trash can for a few solid minutes. with an unpleasant curdling in his stomach and a frown planted firmly on his face, katsuki finally reaches into the trash, fishing the plushie out from it. he brushes off all might's velvety face, then places the doll into a spare container in the bottom drawer of his desk. he resolutely does not think about the plushie again.

over time, the two uncover more and more things the other had left behind in each other's homes, more evidence of their once-intertwined lives. katsuki slowly grows his collection of Izuku's forgotten things in his desk drawer bin. izuku continues to leave katsuki's items where he finds them, preserving the memories of their time together in dusty corners where no one will find them but him.

they don't mention the items to each other.

it isn't until their second year at ua — until katsuki has finally apologized, until they've finally reconciled, until they've died and lived through a war together — that it comes to a head.

it's 7pm when the knock comes on izuku's door. he opens it and is simultaneously shocked and unsurprised to find kacchan standing outside it, knuckles raised as if caught in the act of knocking.

"i have something for you," kacchan says after a beat. he's fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. the motion so uncharacteristic to see on kacchan, it stuns izuku into an unsure silence.

he follows kacchan up to his dorm, and is surprised when kacchan holds the door open to let him in. for all that the two of them have hung out in izuku's room, either studying or playing video games or simply sitting in companionable silence, kacchan had never once brought up the idea of them hanging out in his room.

izuku stands awkwardly in the threshold after kacchan shuts the door, unsure if he's allowed to sit on kacchan's desk chair or bed. kacchan starts walking over to his closet, but turns around when he realizes that izuku hasn't moved. "make yourself comfortable, izuku," he snorts as he turns back around to slide the closet door open.

while he's rustling around for who-knows-what, izuku makes his way over to sit hesitantly on the edge of the bed. "your room smells really nice, kacchan," izuku remarks, gazing around the dorm, taking in kacchan's safe space.

kacchan huffs a small laugh. "that's what happens when you use air freshener. you should try it sometime."

"hey!" izuku says in mock-offense. "my room smells perfectly fine, thanks. unless what you're giving me right now is that fancy scent diffuser you've been using."

kacchan snorts softly, but it's lost its playful edge as hesitation causes his shoulders to stiffen. he finally turns around to face izuku, a translucent bin in his hands. wordlessly, he hands the bin to izuku.

izuku takes it, a confused frown flickering across his face. kacchan gestures for him to open the box, so izuku hesitantly complies, unlatching the clips on the side before removing the plastic lid. his hands still over the box's contents.

"kacchan- this is..." he picks up the all might plushie lying atop the pile of things. izuku's fingers carefully stroke the well-worn felt of all might's hair, tracing the doll's bangs just like his 4-year-old self used to.

cradling the doll in one arm, izuku sets the bin down to parse through the rest of its contents. each item he picks up is more surprising than the last. trading cards he thought he had lost for good; a set of all might themed winter mittens that he must have left behind after playing in the snow; hero costume sketches from their early playdates, long before kacchan received his quirk.

"i found the plushie a few years ago." kacchan's voice breaks the slience, thick with a few emotions izuku can't quite pick out. izuku looks up. "couldn't bring myself to get rid of it. then i found the other stuff too. i didn't know what to do with the things for a while. but..." kacchan trails off, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt again. "well, i figured i should give them back to you." he doesn't say anything after that, but then winces and adds, "i'm sorry i didn't give your things back to you sooner."

izuku gently sets the all might plushie down on top of the bin, then launches forward to embrace kacchan in a hug. kacchan lets out a surprised huff, but his hands come up to izuku's back to return the hug. "i can't believe you kept all my stuff," izuku murmurs, face buried in kacchan's shoulder. "honestly, i forgot about a lot of those things."

"forgetful nerd," kacchan teases lightly. "i never forgot about any of my stuff, you know. you better not have thrown it away."

izuku gasps and pulls slightly away from the hug. "how could you accuse me of that? i would never!" he leans back in to hide his face in kacchan's shoulder. "i left everything where i found it. that way i could remember all the happy memories we made with each other."

izuku can hear kacchan's breathing. a cautious hand comes up to rest on izuku's head, as if moving any faster would break the gentle space the two had created with each other. "you don't need to hang onto my things just to remember those times. we can make plenty of new memories together."

izuku's heart swells at those words even as he says, "you just want your stuff back, don't you."

kacchan grins. "why else would i say that?"

a laugh escapes izuku's mouth. "fine. we can go visit my mom this weekend. i'll give you back your things."

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The common room was unusually quiet, a stillness lingering after the group hangout had come to an end. Most of Class 3-A had already retired to their dorms, but you, Bakugou, and Midoriya remained. The glow of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting an amber hue over the room, intensifying the awkward tension that filled the air.

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, avoiding eye contact with either of the boys. Something about the silence felt... heavy. Your heart thudded uncomfortably in your chest, like there was something you should be saying but couldn’t find the courage to. Maybe it was the way Bakugou kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye, or the way Midoriya sat there, more pensive than usual.

“I think I’m going to head to bed,” you said, offering the boys a tired smile. “I want to get as much rest as I can before tomorrow.”

Izuku smiled back and nodded, while Katsuki only grunted in response. You felt the weight of his gaze as you turned and walked toward the dorms, but you didn’t dare look back.

Once you were gone, the silence in the room grew heavier.

Katsuki stared at the floor for a long time, fists clenching and unclenching as he wrestled with something in his mind. Finally, he broke the silence.

“I don’t get why you two aren’t dating yet,” he said, his voice gruff.

Izuku blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?”

“You and her,” Katsuki snapped, his irritation rising. “You’ve been joined at the hip since middle school. Inseparable. I figured you two had feelings for each other.”

Izuku’s eyes widened, and he frantically waved his hands in front of him. “Oh, no, no! We’re just friends, Kacchan. We’ve always been close, but it’s not like that. We’re like siblings, basically.”

Katsuki’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t get it.”

Izuku tilted his head. “Get what?”

“You had all her undivided attention growing up,” Katsuki said, his voice barely a whisper at first, then louder as his frustration bubbled up. “And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He clenched his fists, the words pouring out before he could stop them. “I wanted her to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair.”

Izuku’s mouth fell open, shock written all over his face. He didn’t know what to say, the confession hanging in the air between them. Katsuki kept going, almost like he couldn’t stop himself.

“And now you’re telling me you don’t even like her?” he asked, incredulous. His voice cracked slightly, and he hated how vulnerable he sounded, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

Izuku stared at Katsuki for a long moment, processing everything. He knew. He had always known about your feelings for Katsuki, ever since you’d confided in him back in middle school. He’d kept it a secret, though, respecting your wishes. But now, seeing Katsuki like this, he couldn’t just stay quiet.

“Kacchan,” Izuku started slowly, choosing his words carefully, “I think you should talk to Y/N about this, not me.”

Katsuki blinked, his confusion deepening. “Huh?”

Izuku stood up, giving Katsuki a gentle, knowing smile. “Trust me, Kacchan, she feels the same way.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Same way about what?!”

But Izuku was already heading toward the dorms, leaving Katsuki behind to stew in his thoughts.

The silence that followed was deafening. Katsuki’s mind raced as he tried to piece everything together. Could it be true? Could you really feel the same way he did?

A month had now passed and you all had graduated, and UA's once-bustling dorms were now quiet, most of the students already packed up and gone, ready to take on the next chapter of their lives. Bakugou Katsuki stood by his car, having finished loading his belongings. He hadn’t stopped thinking about that night- about the conversation with Midoriya. About you.

He had replayed Izuku’s words over and over in his mind: “Trust me, she feels the same way.”

But what did that mean? Could it be true? After years of feeling like a shadow in your life, of competing for your attention with Deku, the thought that you could have possibly felt the same way about him all this time was too much for him to fully process.

As he carried the last box from his dorm, Bakugou passed by your room, the door wide open. He glanced inside and saw you still packing, surrounded by half-filled boxes and scattered belongings. Typical. You always took your time with things like this.

Clearing his throat, he stepped into the doorway. “You’re takin’ your damn time, huh? Everyone else is done.”

You looked up, surprised to see him but greeting him with a soft smile. "Katsuki. Shouldn’t you know by now how much of a procrastinator I am?”

He chuckled, a low sound that felt strange to him even now. “Yeah, I know.” It got quiet after that. Bakugou stood there, awkward in the silence, shifting the box in his arms. He wasn’t used to this- this tension between you two. For once, you didn’t seem to be looking at him through the lens of just another friend. He couldn’t explain it, but the air between you felt charged, and Bakugou hated how it made his heart race.

You hated the silence, too. Desperate to fill the void, you opened your mouth to say something, but Bakugou beat you to it.

“Remember that night? After the hangout?” He started, voice rough, avoiding your eyes. “When you left, I talked to Deku.”

You blinked, nodding slightly as if encouraging him to continue.

“He told me I should talk to you. That you… felt the same way.” He hesitated, his pride making the next part difficult. “But I don’t get what the hell he was talkin’ about. What did he mean?”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. “Was that all he said? It sounds incomplete.”

Bakugou groaned, frustrated. You were always doing this- making him dig deeper. But he had already started this conversation, and now there was no turning back.

“You know, yn, our entire lives, you were always closer to damn Deku,” Bakugou gritted out, the words coming fast and hard. “The one thing I ever wanted was for your attention to be on me, not that damn nerd. But it never seemed to go my way. You could never take your damn eyes off him.”

You swallowed hard, shocked at how raw his words were. Bakugou wasn’t one to open up, let alone admit something like this.

“I guess I just never understood why,” he continued, the frustration growing evident in his tone. “I did everything in my power to make it go my way. For you to notice me, even acknowledge me. But it never seemed to go that way, huh?”

The silence that followed his outburst felt suffocating. Bakugou hated it, hated how vulnerable he felt after saying so much. But before he could backtrack or cover it up, he forced himself to continue.

“But I’m glad we got closer these last few years,” he muttered, softer now, his eyes fixed on a random spot on the floor. “It’s all younger me could’ve asked for. I don’t say this much, and you probably won’t hear it from me again, so listen up. I’m glad we were friends.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and you could hardly breathe. Bakugou… was glad? He wasn’t angry, wasn’t frustrated with how things turned out? After all these years?

You didn’t know what to say, so you fell back on humor, hoping to lighten the mood. “You said ‘were friends.’ I’m not gonna let you get rid of me that easily, Bakugou. We’ll see each other. I’ll make sure of it.”

Bakugou chuckled, but the weight of the moment still lingered. You hated it. You hated feeling like there was something left unsaid, something too big to ignore any longer.

So, before you could lose your nerve, you spoke up, your voice softer than usual. “You know, Bakugou… while you’re here, I should admit something.”

He raised an eyebrow, curious now. “What?”

“The reason I pushed you away all those years ago… it’s because I had a huge, fat crush on you.” You laughed, though the sound was nervous, unsure. “Being a dumb middle schooler, I thought that if I focused on Izuku, it’d help me get rid of those feelings. But all I ended up doing was accidentally blocking you out. I’m sorry for that.”

Bakugou stared at you, processing your words slowly, before his eyes narrowed. “Had?”

“Hm?”

“You said ‘had.’ You ‘had a crush on me.’” His tone was tense now, eyes locked onto you, searching.

“Yeah,” you replied, nervously laughing again. “I guess I never told you. I had the fattest crush on you.”

“What about now?”

The question caught you off guard. “What?”

“What about now, yn?” Bakugou dropped the box in his arms and took a step closer, his body language suddenly more intense, more focused. He was agitated now, his frustration bubbling to the surface again. “yn, I just poured my heart out to you. Flat-out told you how I felt, how much I wanted your attention- how much clearer do you want me to be? I love you, yn. Is there any- any sliver of you that still has feelings for me?”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart racing as you processed his words. But all you could do was nod.

He didn’t hesitate. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded again, barely able to manage a breath as Bakugou closed the space between you. When his lips met yours, it was fierce, raw, but there was something so undeniably gentle about it. Every emotion, every unresolved feeling, every year of longing was poured into that kiss. The tension of the past years melted into something warm and real between you.

And as you stood there in the quiet of your half-packed dorm room, the weight of the unspoken finally lifted, replaced by the comfort of knowing that maybe, just maybe, you both had been waiting for this moment all along.

a/n lowkwy half assed the ending sorry but i really do love this quote😭

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Black and Blues (Pt. 2)

Part One:

The elevator ride feels suffocating in its silence. Izuku stares ahead, his normally bright demeanor dulled by the weight of everything happening. It’s just like high school all over again—losing him the first time nearly broke me. How am I supposed to survive this again?

The chime of the elevator interrupts our last moments of quiet, and the doors slide open, unleashing the chaos of DynaCorp. Assistants scramble like ants, buzzing around us with frantic energy.

“Can someone please find Mrs. Bakugo an appropriate outfit?” One assistant barks orders while others scatter. My fingers fidget with the hem of my shorts as camera crews set up equipment, flashes already going off in every direction.

“Mrs. Dynamite, you need to issue Plan C42. Sign here.” A clipboard and pen are thrust into my hands without warning.

Izuku snatches it out of my grip before I can even register what’s happening, tossing it aside. “She’s not signing that. He’s been gone less than 48 hours. Kacchan’s taken spontaneous trips to Spain that have lasted longer than this.”

“What’s C42?” I ask, tugging on his jacket to refocus him. Izuku’s gaze softens momentarily as he gently takes my wrist, pulling me away from the swarm of demands closing in on us.

Before Izuku can answer, an assistant with a phone rushes over. “Mrs. Bakugo, the shareholders’ meeting is about to start. They need you on the call now.”

“Wait, I—”

“Mrs. Bakugo, the PR team needs a statement about Mr. Bakugo’s absence,” another voice cuts in.

“One thing at a time!” I snap, feeling my head start to spin.

Izuku squeezes my hand reassuringly, leaning in so his green eyes are level with mine. “C42 hands over control to the board of directors,” he explains, voice low and steady, trying to anchor me. “Katsuki’s smart. He knows what he’s doing—he’s a shark when it comes to business.”

“Then why are they all acting like he’s already dead?” I mutter, my voice cracking under the pressure.

“Katsuki owns 65% of DynaCorp,” Izuku explains, keeping his focus on me. “As the majority shareholder, he can’t be outvoted. They can’t act without your approval.”

“Mrs. Bakugo, please, the meeting,” the assistant with the phone urges again, sounding panicked.

“I’ll be right there,” I say, still looking at Izuku. “What do I do?”

Izuku steps closer, his large hand resting on my bicep.

“Do you know why Katsuki’s the boss?” he asks me quietly. “It’s because he’s a bully. He doesn’t take orders from anyone. His employees don't tell him what to do—they wait for him to make the call. And today, you’re in charge. You decide when things happen. Everyone waits on you.”

I swallow hard but nod, feeling a small spark of confidence stir inside me.

Just then, another assistant rushes up with a tablet in hand. “Mrs. Bakugo, the legal team needs your approval on these documents.”

Before I can even react, Izuku grabs the tablet out of the assistant’s hands, shooting them a sharp glare. “We’ll review everything later,” he snaps. “You've done things way scarier than this. Bakugo is going to love hearing about this.”

The rest of the day is a whirlwind. Meeting after meeting, phone call after phone call, every second brings new demands, new emergencies. My head is pounding, a constant hum of tension swirling behind my eyes. By the time we finally leave the office, the city has long since gone dark, and exhaustion weighs heavily on my shoulders.

I never realized how much Katsuki dealt with on a daily basis. The pressure, the decisions, the chaos—it’s no wonder he always seemed stressed. I should buy more plants.

Izuku and I sit in my apartment, surrounded by takeout containers from our favorite restaurant. The scent of fresh rice and fried chicken bites fills the room as we go over stacks of documents spread across the coffee table.

Izuku picks up a dumpling with his chopsticks, his eyes soft with concern as he glances my way. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the couch, my head tilted toward the ceiling. "I don’t know… I’m not even hungry." My gaze drifts over to the counter, where my cold pancakes still sit, syrup congealed and untouched.

Izuku lowers his chopsticks, setting them aside. “What would Katsuki say?”

A bitter smile tugs at my lips. “That I’m going to get a headache if I don’t eat some protein.” I mumble, rolling my eyes even as I take a small bite from my plate, forcing the food down despite the knot in my stomach.

“Thank you, Izuku,” I say quietly, the weight of the day pulling down on my shoulders. “You didn’t have to stay.”

He gives me a soft smile, his voice equally gentle. “We stick together. Your husband has every pro hero in Japan looking for him. He’d want me here with you.”

I nod, comforted by his presence as we work in silence. The world outside feels distant, almost surreal, until our phones begin to buzz, lighting up with a flurry of notifications. Message after message floods in, urging us to turn on the TV.

Izuku grabs the remote with a frown, switching to the local news channel.

And then everything stops.

“Oh my god.” The words fall from my mouth, barely audible. My hands fly up to cover my face as I stare at the screen, frozen in horror. My legs feel weak, but before I can collapse, Izuku is up, his arms pulling me into a tight cocoon, shielding me from the unbearable images flashing on the screen.

“Recently released footage shows ProHero Dynamite hours after he was reported as MIA. The following footage contains graphic images that may not be suitable for viewers.”

My body thrashes against Izuku's hold as I desperately try to turn around and see the screen. But he holds me firm, locking me in place.

"Katsuki!" I scream, heart racing in my chest. But then I hear his voice, faint but unmistakable through the television speakers.

“Bluejays are born to fly. Are they not?”

I stomp on Izuku’s foot, using his moment of surprise to break free from his grip. I whip around, my eyes locking onto the screen just in time to see the horrifying scene. An assailant with an electricity quirk sends a painful jolt into Katsuki’s body, his face twisted in agony. His lips part again.

“Bluejay...”

My heart shatters at the sight of him—broken, battered... confused. I move toward the TV without thinking, my trembling hand reaching for him.

“Stop! Please!” I cry, my fingers grazing the glass, feeling the cold surface that separates us. Izuku yanks me away, wrapping his arms around me and rushing us toward the door.

“What are you doing?!” I shout in confusion, my voice choked with emotion as our apartment door slams behind us.

“We have to go—now,” Izuku mutters under his breath, his usual calm composure unraveling as he pulls me down the hallway. This isn’t like him. We usually take the elevator, but this time, he pushes open the stairwell door, his eyes scanning for danger.

"Stay low, come on," he orders, and we descend the stairs, our hurried footsteps echoing in the narrow space. The sense of urgency fuels my panic, my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

When we reach the parking garage, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward a car, practically shoving me inside. He slides into the driver’s seat, his movements fast and calculated, the car roaring to life as he locks the doors and tears out of the garage.

“What the hell is going on?” I demand, my voice rising with fear and confusion.

Izuku’s knuckles tighten on the wheel, his jaw set. “You’re in danger. We need to move you somewhere safe.”

“What? Izuku, what are you talking about?” I ask.

He spares me a glance. “I don’t know everything yet. But I’m not going to let anything happen to you. We’re going to figure this out—and we’re going to get Kacchan back. I promise.”

The city blurs past us, the streets illuminated by the dim glow of streetlights as we speed into the night, leaving everything familiar behind. All I can think about is Katsuki’s broken face on that screen, and the overwhelming fear that we might not make it in time.

Part Three:

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Chapter 17 - Drama in the air ✈️

Winter wonderland #1

Summary: The gang makes their way to the Winter Cabins. Somehow, everyone is grumpy today. Also, why does Rody and Katsuki hate each other?!

Warnings: Swear words, a tiny bit suggestive, a lot of tension for some weird reason.

Second warning: the “Winter Wonderland” storyline will contain other background relationships (Kirishima x Bakugou, Tamaki x Mirio, Kaminari x Shinsou, Todoroki x Yaomomo) and NSFW stuff (NOT with them. Khm), but I’ll leave a warning before it happens! This chapter is safe!)

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“Welcome aboard, my friends!” Rody’s voice comes through the speakers. “I’ll do my best to not drop you all into the ocean!”

“I want to go home.” Tamaki whimpers with his face hidden in his best friend’s neck, who’s wearing a plain T-shirt with “emotional support animal” written on the front. You can’t help but giggle. That guy looks like he knows how to have fun.

“Are you getting off on being an asshole?” Katsuki yells towards the front, annoyed. Izuku sighs next to you.

“Guys, can you just get along? I still don’t understand why are you so mean to him, Kacchan. You frowned at him back then, too.”

“Hey, the guy literally just made the octopus-chicken EMO guy cry and I’m the asshole?” Katsuki retorts. “Look at him! He’s about to hyperventilate!”

“… and calling him an octopus-chicken is better? “ Shouto adds.

“That’s a fair point, Blasty.” Kaminari chimes in, too.

“What a loud bunch! I like that! And to answer your question, I do not get off on being an asshole. I leave that little kink to you, brother.”

“Oh you are so fucking dead.” Katsuki stands up, palm making tiny explosions. Eijirou tries his best to sit him back down and you swear Tamaki’s soul just left his body for a second.

“I miss home. Can we go back? I can float us.” Izuku whispers into your ear.

“I don’t think we can open the door without crushing everyone thanks to the pressure up here.” You whisper back.

“Bummer.” He sighs again, clearly overwhelmed by all the loudness after being home for so long.

“Think about the cabin, though. We will have a fireplace, a nice cozy bed… we can keep each other warm during the night…” your palm on Izuku’s thigh slowly creeps further, caressing his inner thigh and Izuku almost chokes on his saliva, his face as red as a lobster’s.

“Oh my god, respectfully, can you not eye-fuck each other while I’m risking my life to keep this plane afloat?!” Kirishima moans with a blush on his face.

“Bro, they’ve been together in the same house for weeks yet they still can’t keep their hands off each other. I want that.” Kaminari adds longingly.

“Find yourself a horny little girlfriend then.” Shinsou pouts, staring out of the window. For everyone’s surprise, Kaminari doesn’t say anything back just sighs with a lovelorn expression.

“Okay, let’s leave all the baggage in the baggage compartment, this is a fun trip!” Rody’s head pops our from the front and everyone screams in unison.

“KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!”

“There is no road. Just clouds… ahh, nevermind. “

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“Time to change into something warm, guys! We are approaching our main destination!” Rody’s voice comes through the speakers once again.

You look out of the window right away and you can’t believe what you are seeing; there is a small island right under the plane, covered in white and there is fresh snow falling from the sky, but only around the island, which makes it look like it’s a giant snow globe. It’s absolutely magical.

“Wow.” Katsuki stares out of the window with childish glee. Izuku looks at him with nothing but fondness, probably remembering their childhood when Katsuki’s gaze was constantly this pure. “Look at those mountains, Ei.” Katsuki mutters dreamily, completely fascinated as the island comes closer and closer, revealing more and more about itself as the plane approaches the land.

“You wanna climb that massive one, don’t you?” Eijirou snickers with his head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder. They are so fucking adorable, goddamit!

“Duh.” Katsuki snickers back proudly.

“Fuck, I forgot that it’s gonna be winter!” Kaminari freaks out. The guy is wearing a single leather jacket. You can’t help but sigh.

“Well, luckily for you, your boring ass roommate didn’t.” Shinsou murmurs under his nose, rummaging in his massive backpack as he speaks. After a few seconds, he takes out a winter coat and drops it on Kaminari’s head.

“Oh my god, I love you.” Kaminari goes for a hug with the coat still on his head. Tamaki giggles.

“Oh my god, Katsuki, he laughed! He’s not terrified of us!” Eijirou mutters, swiping a stray tear off his face.

“I mean, Denki is so dumb it’s literally impossible to be scared of him. I mean look at his face. Oh wait, you can’t see it. But you know what I mean.”

You really feel like you shouldn’t be listening in right now. Katsuki is so serene it feels like this version of him is reserved for Eijirou and Eijirou only.

“Sweets, look! You can see the cabins from here. On the top of that mountain!” Izuku steals your attention away by nuzzling into your neck, his finger pointing at the window. “Look, they have an onsen as well! By the look of it, every cabin comes with one…” He smiles knowingly. You can’t help but blush.

“Izu, behave yourself.”

“Hey, I’m on a holiday! I’m happy. Let me have this.” His sad smile shots an arrow through your heart. Fuck, you are such an idiot.

“Sorry. It’s just… I’m more excited about the massive fireplace. I hope there is fluffy rug in front of it. Like in the movies, you know.” Your blush can not be more obvious at this point, but you don’t care; by the look of it, everyone is too busy staring out the window to listen to your conversation anyway.

“If not, we can put some blankets down. Or I can just bring the mattress out. With black whip, of course.”

You can’t get over Izuku’s lovesick face and you never will. You still can’t believe you are the one who makes him look like that. He’s so handsome, but also so adorable, so sexy but so sweet, just the perfect combination of them all.

“I love you so much.” You mumble out loudly and Izuku shines brighter than thousand suns.

“I love you more.”

“Don’t start!” You giggle as the plane starts its landing.

“We are about to land! Buckle up, buddies! Don’t forget to clap later on!” Rody announces excitedly.

“What kind of idiot asks for people to clap? Now you ruined it!” Katsuki yells back and the bickering starts again.

“It was so peaceful…” Eijirou sighs, clearly given up.

“Well, if everything would be perfect it wouldn’t really feel real. But this does.” You smile at Eijirou who smiles back knowingly.

“I weirdly know what you mean.”

~•🥦•~

“Wow.” Tamaki is the first one to make a comment about the mesmerizing sight in front of you; you landed on a big chunk of concrete in the middle of a small hill; yes, you heard it right, that’s what these people call an airport apparently; and you can see most of the island from this point. There are cute shopping streets and pretty, modern buildings on your right side then you see some residential houses on the left side, quite far away from the main area of the city (the island is one city, or at least that’s what you’ve been told) then you have a bunch of mountains with small cabins scattered around one of them, then there is a massive mountain, so high you beg whoever is up there that the boys won’t want to climb to the top of it, because you definitely fucking can’t. By the look of it, there is heavy snow in the mountain area and a light one around the city center. Needless to say it’s really cold but the view warms your heart enough to not feel the chill that much.

“Welcome!” Rody climbs out of the plane, cracking his bones dramatically, his actions followed by an even more dramatic sigh. “The owners of the Island are waiting for us in that park there, so I’ll leave the explanations to them. It’s a good starting point as you have the shopping center and the massive grocery store close by, so we’ll be able to get some grub before making our way to the cabins.” And indeed, there is a cute park right between the shopping and the residential area. It’s quite far away but you knew what you are getting into when you said yes to another “camping trip”, so you just take a deep breath and pray to be strong enough to be able to get down there then up the MOUNTAIN (!), because by the look of it, there are no cabins anywhere else so that means you’ll need to do another hike to be able to get to your accommodation.

“Why do I feel like there is no bus to the cabins?” Kaminari mutters tiredly.

“Your lazy ass should’ve said yes to this trip if you can handle it, Pikachu.” Katsuki rolls his eyes annoyedly. “Bus? To the mountains? I would ruin the fun part.”

“Sorry, someone actually wanted to rest on their holiday.”

“When was the last time you got laid, Kaminari?” Katsuki retorts, clearly trying his best to shut his trap but this is Bakugou Katsuki. He just… can’t.

“When was the last time you got laid, Bakugou? You seem quite grumpy as well.” Rody tries to “help”, but needless to say that comment angers Katsuki to no end.

“You really don’t want an answer for that, Rody.” Eijirou laughs, scratching the back of his head, embarrassed.

“This morning, fucker.” Katsuki answers anyway and everyone who doesn’t know about Katsuki’s fiancé gawks in the background.

“Wow.” Rody is clearly rendered speechless. To be fair, you are not surprised.

“Fuckface.” Katsuki mutters under his nose and makes his way down the hill, taking Eijirou with him.

“Sorry man, I was just joking! I’ll be nice! Please tell me more about this girl…” Rody tries to get out of the awkward conversation, but he only makes it more awkward.

“Girl? Huh. That’s the kind of guy you are? What will your next comment be? “Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve?””

“Okay, guys, there is no need for this! I’m quite sure he didn’t mean any harm.” Mirio tries to butt in. “Love is love, it doesn’t matter what shape it comes in. Thank you for telling us about your boyfriend, Katsuki, I’m really proud of you!”

“Fiancé.” Katsuki mutters under his nose, with a slight blush on his face.

“Okay, I feel like my friendly teasing is not really working with you, Bakugou. I am not homophobic. I’m sorry for assuming your sexuality. You just don’t look gay to me.”

“Oh, sorry, I’ll take my rainbow colored feather scarf out of my bag quickly, what the fuck?!”

“Kats, he has a point. We look extremely… heterosexual.” Eijirou adds.

“Second that.” Kaminari butts in.

“Sexuality has nothing to do with looks or behavior, but I feel like conversation is getting out of hand so please, let’s just… let this one go, Bakugou, my friend. I repeat, he meant no harm.” Mirio decides to end the drama; Tamaki is not having a great time, clearly shaking from the stress.

“You two are my best friends, can you please get along?” Izuku sighs, exasperated.

“I’ll behave.” Rody sighs as well. Katsuki doesn’t say anything just makes his way down once again.

“I wanna go home.” Tamaki mutters into Mirio’s ear who only taps the guy’s shoulder a few times to calm him down.

“Trust me, by the end of this trip they will be best buddies.”

Hm. You certainly doubt that.

~•🥦•~

“Welcome to my Island, young folks!” An old man and an old woman comes up to you guys once you reach the park Rody was talking about.

“Always so modest.” The old woman rolls her eyes at the man next to her, trying her best to keep her smile in place. “Welcome, young heroes! We are absolutely thrilled to have you here. We might not live in Japan, but we know all about your work! Your friend here is more than keen on boasting about his bestie, Deku! The whole village is a fan of you guys, so please be nice if they want a picture! We don’t really have heroes here so… you know. We see a lot of stupid celebrities here but not ones we actually respect, so…”

“I like this hag.” Katsuki adds. The death stare he gets from the woman is worth every penny.

“Hag is a good thing in Katsuki-language. He calls his mother a hag too and trust me, he loves her so much. Absolute mama’s boy he is.” Eijirou tries to save the day.

“I ain’t a mama’s boy, what the fuck?!”

The old man cleans his throat.

“I guess you have a lot of questions about this island, but before you fire away, please let me give you a brief introduction.” The old man says proudly. “This Island is the most expensive tourist destination in the area, mostly, because you can only come here by a private jet. I’ve been trying to get an actual airport here, but the island is so small they don’t want to spend the money on it, so yeah. Most of our customers are celebrities, millionaires, musicians who are supposed to be dead but actually, they are not… uhm… Nevermind. There are only a few hundred people living here, mostly the owners of the restaurants, stores and other staff members. This island has three parts; you have the residential area, the tourist area and “winter wonderland”, up in the mountains. That’s where you guys will be staying.” The man grins. “The tourist area is for the people who come here to rest while “winter wonderland” is for the adventurous folk. This bit around us is for the people who enjoy window shopping and walking around the city, it has several shops, live entertainment, amazing restaurants, several 5 star hotels with saunas, onsens, indoor pools and a lot of cute stuff. The “winter wonderland” area on the other hand is… well…” the man laughs. “First of all, you’ll need to climb up that hill to access your lodge. There are no roads to go up by a car, but trust me, the view will worth all that sweat. It’s also a good starting point if you want to climb the big mountain! If you like hiking, you’ll love this place. You can also order food and goodies from the iPad inside your lodge! We have a few guys with flying quirks who can easily deliver to the area! I must warn you, there is quite a lot of wildlife up there so don’t freak out if you hear noises coming from the forest. We try to feed them as much as we can so they don’t eat our customers, but…”

“Robert, what the fuck.” The old woman sighs, but then she looks at Katsuki’s sparkling eyes and starts laughing. “Looks like that youngster likes dangerous things.”

“I mean, we are heroes. We life for the thrill.” Eijirou grins. On the other hand, Izuku looks like he’s about to throw up.

“Can I stay down here with Sweet Pea, then? I don’t want her to get eaten by wolves.”

The old woman laughs.

“Oh, honey, my husband is just being silly, those animals are lovely. Even the wolves. I stayed up there myself when I was younger and I’m quirkless.”

“Ahh, the good old days! Do you remember when Lady Arianne ate from your hands? Such a huge beast she was, yet she never even barked at you.” Robert looks at his wife with a fond look on his face.

“I miss her.” The woman sighs.

“So why is it winter up here?” Kaminari asks the million dollar question, clearly too impatient to wait.

“That’s my quirk!” The old man grins. “I can change the weather. Permanently. It took me several years to get a yes from the government and I had to buy a whole island to be able to do so but I made it!”

“I thought he’s joking when he said he’ll buy an island one day.” Robert’s wife giggles. “He’s a madman.”

“How do you know Rody?” Izuku barges in, finally looking less constipated.

“Oh! This is my father and mother in law!” Rody grins giddily while the two sigh exasperatedly.

“No, we are not. You are not married to our daughter. I told you to stop spewing bullshit, son.”

“You just called me your son!”

“Fuck.”

“Like mother like daughter, of course she also had to find a madman.” The old woman sighs again with a fond smile on her face.

“You see? I’m a perfect addition to this family. Plus, I’m helping you with customers. I’m super useful! And I bring her over all the time, so really, you should thank me for being able to see her so much!”

“Okay, Rody, now shut the fuck up and lead the way before it gets dark.” Robert taps Rody’s back a few times and makes his way towards the nearest pub that has his face on the logo. “If you have any questions, ask Rody or call us. My throat got dry from all the talking.” He dismisses everyone and for a few seconds there’s only an awkward silence as everyone tries to comprehend all the information they’ve got.

“Okay friends, let’s do some grocery shopping before we go up, okay?” Mirio jumps into the air excitedly, pulling Tamaki with him towards the nearest supermarket.

“Yup! Let’s go!” Eijirou follows like a good puppy and everyone makes their way after them except…

“Izuku?”

“Just go with the others, I just. Want to… look around alone a bit.”

Your heart skips a beat. Is he… not happy? Did you do something wrong? Was that little mess up in the plane enough for him to loose himself in his negative thoughts? Fuck. Fuck.

You can’t help but spiral. You really want him to have fun. You really want to see him smile. You just want him to be the happiest nerd in the whole wide world but somehow, you feel like you are the reason he can’t chill right now. Is it because you are weak? Is he still worried about the beasts?

“Stop overthinking. That’s my job.” Izuku giggles and leaves tiny kisses on your cheeks. “I’ll be fine. Now go. Enjoy their company because I will steal you as soon as we get our cabin key.”

You try to believe him. You must. He’s smiling and he looks happy and it doesn’t look forced.

“Are you sure? You really freaked out when Robert said…”

“Sweet Pea…” Izuku jumps into your words, pulling you closer as he speaks. “Yes, I freaked out but then I remembered who are you with. These guys are the top heroes of our country. I might be injured, but I can take care of any danger with black whip if I need to. I just had a moment, that’s all. Go.” Izuku leaves one last kiss on your mouth and makes his way towards the small, cute shopping street on the other side.

“See you here in an hour?” You yell after him, and Izuku smiles.

“Yes. Pinky promise.”

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry if the chapter feels dry, but I had to give you a lot of information about the island otherwise you would have been like “okay what the fuck how.” 😂

- So what can be Deku’s problem? Tell me your opinions!

- Also, feel free to ask questions, but before you do:

Katsuki and Rody’s hate for each other will be explained in the next chapter

The reason why Rody’s girlfriend works so hard while her parents are millionaires will also be explained eventually!

- oh, and this is for those who doesn’t like all the other ships in the story: well, I’m sorry, but this is my story and I wanted to do more than just write a character x reader story so uhm… deal with it? Ignore it? Be nice? I would also like to add that I’m an absolute multi shipper so even though I usually write with KiriBaku, I’m an absolute Bakudeku lover as well, so… yeah. All your ships are welcome here. Like, I totally ship Kaminari and Jirou and I’ll be so mad if they won’t be canon. 😂

- On a more personal note: I’ve been feeling like shit mentally for the last few days so if I’m ever late with some chapters, I’m sorry. I’m trying to write every time I feel relatively okay, I still can’t believe I managed to finish this as I was about to make a post about this being delayed so yeah, be patient with me. It’s hard to write about fluff and happiness when you feel anything but that. 😂 but oh well, real life sucks am I right?

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @katsuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai @happydragonfrog @eeerreehhh @vinivave

[eris-snow]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?

Tags: Revelation (Deku's birthday series 2024), izuku x fem!reader, angst, pain, discovery, pain

Masterlist

11th July. Love and pain are two sides of the same coin.

Do you remember when you first fell in love?

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When Izuku opens his eyes, everything is pitch black. He stumbles, pressing his hand along the edges of his mind. What kind of dream is this?

“Hey.”

He whips around, and finds himself staring 5 meters away from his ten-year-old self. He’s more than twice the size of his old self, and to see the him he was before, a dirty, mishappened school bag set on his shoulders while he bursts with nervous energy, Izuku’s mouth falls open in the softest of gasps. Back then, he was just a Deku. Kacchan was slipping and getting worse,

He was almost always alone.

Split bentos dumped in trash bins and his hero journals soaked with fountain water. Sometimes, he’d come home with bruises he claimed were by his own clumsiness, when they actually stemmed from his lack of worth.

Stumbling, Izuku closes the distance between them, falling on his knees as he stares back at eyes full of green. Scarred, ugly arms encircle this frail frame, an empty vessel with no power; an empty vessel that was destined for failure.

This was him, 7 years ago, baring his flesh and soul.

He pulls back, and smiles. It comes out crooked.

“Hey,” He repeats, exhaling a batted breath.

His younger self, Deku, continues to look at him in determination Izuku doesn’t know he owns. It’s a blaze in his eyes, a fire in hell. Even if he has everything he ever wanted, this version of himself is staring at him like Izuku’s lost something incredibly dear to him. He looks upon him in pity .

“Do you remember when you first fell in love?” Deku asks, looking at Izuku with a searching gaze.

The question is enough to throw Izuku off, heat crawling up his face like a spider up its web.

“W-What?”

“You’re searching for someone you’ve lost.” Deku continues, watching his own expression carefully. “The someone is very very sad, because for the longest time, you never tried to find her. At least now, you’re finally trying to fight.”

Izuku’s heart wrenches at that. “Starlight, right?” Izuku says, your name falling from his mouth like water from a spring. “H-How long has it been, since I’ve forgotten her?”

Deku looks thoughtful, pensive.

“Years,”

Is his reply.

“7 years.”

Shock binds him, along with the ache of sorrow in his bones as his face twists in regret. You’ve been suffering like this for 7 years? Protecting him, hiding your anguish because Izuku was too blind to see it.

7 years of memories, stolen and locked away behind a wall and sealed lips.

Don’t probe.

That is a warning he is not willing to heed.

Do you remember when you first fell in love?

Back last year, Izuku would have probably said his first love was Ochaco. A picture-perfect confession, confined in the four walls of a hospital room before Izuku could even move his arms. He thought that Ochaco was the one for him. They dated a little after the war. There was nothing wrong with Ochaco, and he’s very sure she would make someone very happy someday, but both of them just didn’t click the way he thought they would.

No chemistry, he’d concluded.

No spark.

They agreed to stay as friends because Ochaco admitted the same thing. Young and inexperienced, mistaking infatuation for love.

With a small smile, he shakes his head. “I don’t.” He replies, and it’s a realisation that even surprised him. “I don’t think I have, fallen in love.”

Deku cracks a smile, the same smile that he’s wearing now. Sympathy lines his expression, baby fat on his cheek and plentiful freckles dotting his face. It’s him, from the past, but it also isn’t. “Keep fighting. It’s a battle you need to win alone. And you will win, right? Because you’re a hero.”

The sheer volume of hope in his voice brings Izuku back to reality. He’s fought in a war and won. What kind of hero would he be if he couldn’t save you?

“I’ll win.” He says, needing to hear it for himself again. He cannot afford to lose, because losing meant losing you.

His younger self pauses, reaching out a small, perfectly shaped hand. They rest on Izuku’s marked ones which are littered with scars, and he looks up to the person he will one day be. “Go back to the clearing. Starlight is very good at lying to others, but she can’t lie to me. Our Secrets live there, and maybe then, you start to remember.”

Crooked and forced smiles, perfect hands, a dirty school bag, split bentos and hero journals.

Do you remember when you first fell in love?

“I don’t,” He’d said with a sad smile.

Deku shakes his head, 10 years old with eyes that shine with recognition.

“That’s a shame. Because I do.”

—

Voices plague Izuku’s consciousness. Someone’s calling him, calling for him. He can’t let them down.

When he wakes up back in his room, there are golden hues seeping through the open window.

What a strange dream.

—

Izuku spends quality time soaking up his thoughts when he’s on a jog. Technically, he should have been spending more time with his thoughts, but the pounding headaches that plagued his waking moment every time he tried pushing past the barrier made it too painful to multi-task.

As he rides the elevator up to his level, he dries his hair absent-mindedly and prepares himself for the homework he may or may not have been neglecting in favour of digging up more leads about you.

With everything going on, he didn’t even flinch when he came back to the kitchen being boarded off again and Kacchan’s sharp howls as he berates his classmates with the finesse of a chef of a Michelin-star restaurant.

Sato would be extremely disappointed to know he couldn’t bake in the confines of the kitchen for at least the next few days.

Izuku doesn’t even look at the damage dealt.

What he does flinch at is your familiar fluffy shoes right outside his door. The shoes extend to legs, and when he looks up, and he finds your face.

“Starlight?”

You visibly flinch at the name, and he ignores it.

“What are you doing here?”

The blush looks good on your cheeks, Izuku decides, before reddening in turn at his own thoughts.

“Homework help.” You reply, eyes averted in shame. “You’ve always been better at English, anyway. Could you proofread my essay?”

—

Izuku doesn’t mind impromptu study sessions. He loves studying with his friends and relishes the fact that he’s in the position to help them clinch more marks during their crazy difficult exams.

With you though, the silence is awkward Izuku’s focus bids him farewell with a salute and double birdies.

Maybe it was his dream or the way he’s stewed too much in his own thoughts today, because it’s him and his big mouth that breaks the silence first.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“What would you do if you had one day left on Earth?”

There is a pause on your end, and he knows all too well that he’s messed up the moment the words left his mouth. He’s about to brush it off, say that it’s a stupid question and that he’s sorry for distracting you, but you give his thoughtless inquiry and thoughtful answer.

“Well, we’ve had quite a few ‘last days’, haven’t we?”

Your voice is thick, like there’s a lump in your throat and you’re trying to untangle the knots by the ends.

“Beat the shit out of all the villains in the vicinity, probably,” you say, shrugging. “I’d say spend it with family, but, I think they’ve probably seen enough of me.”

That squeezes a laugh out of him. He’d probably do the same thing, but spend time with his mother and tell her that everything was going to be okay.

“If you were in love? What would you do then?” He presses. Izuku doesn’t really know why he asks.

Do you remember when you first fell in love?

Ah, caught in 4k.

Something in your expression flickers, and you make a visible effort to school it back down to neutral.

“How do you know I’m not in love right now?”

The air-conditioner whirls quietly in the background.

His notes are forgotten on the table, essay equally so. It’s so easy to get distracted, even though Izuku prides himself in keeping himself on track.

“Are you?”

There’s another long, long pause. You look like you want to say something, but you’re holding back.

Starlight is very good at lying to others, but she can’t lie to me.

Right on the nail.

Izuku thinks you aren’t going to answer it when you look up at him, eyes glassy with memories he doesn’t share.

“I used to think that love was a pretty thing. Cupid and his arrows were supposed to blossom relationships that were matches made in heaven. Couples would gather on Valentine’s Day with roses and chocolates, and they are supposed to be happy because they have someone to walk through life with them.” Your smile is sad as you shake your head in disappointment. Izuku’s heart is falling, he is falling, at the face you’re giving him because he wants so badly to fix it.

He’s supposed to be able to, isn’t he?

“I don’t think I’m in love. Because if being in love is supposed to feel like soaring through clouds, then my ugly feelings that make me miserable and feel so alone can’t possibly be love.”

[sugolara]

Trouble

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

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

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Five days of bickering and having Katsuki learn to drive the truck was tiresome to F/n. She knew that she and Shoto would never get along and it would take a long while if they decided to, but process is process—or so that's what Izuku says. It's almost like Shoto was suffering from some type of illness as one minute he'll talk to her calmly then the next he'll be offended by just the presence of her. It's no wonder why Katsuki made that nickname of his, it's very fitting.

The nights were the worst. They tried to find buildings to sleep in, but considering they were on the road with wilderness surrounding them it was in possible. Instead, they resorted to hiding the vehicle off the road and sleep in the trunk. For F/n being the only girl, she'd sleep inside, legs curled as the seats were too small for her to fully lay. Not to mention her head would crane resting against the door, head pushing against the hard materials.

One hand hung off the seat while the other laid on her stomach. She'd sleep on her side, as the seat buckle would dig to her back. There were available blankets, but the nights were cold and considering the males slept outside, they needed it the most. Luckily, the vehicle's height was bigger than an average human, so if a rotter were to be near, only the top of their heads and maybe their shoulders could be seen.

Nights would be spent having a few hours of sleep and the rest keeping watch. Even if Shoto, Katsuki, or Izuku took turns she stayed up without them knowing. Thankfully, the bright early sky was set high above them and she had taken a break from driving the vehicle, leaving it to Katsuki. She just wished that he wouldn't drive so recklessly as every time it shook, her head would slam against the back of the truck where the small window resided.

She took in a breath as she closed her eyes, trying to not let it bother her. The male beside her noticed and he took it upon himself to open the small window, "Kacchan, can you be more careful?"

He was flipped off, "Okay, thank you, Kacchan."

Closing the window, he turned to stare at the girl who had already opened her eyes, looking at the road, "He's just a bit aggravated, don't take it too hard."

"You should tell that to my head." She replied, listening as Izuku let out a small laugh. She stared at the scenery ahead, through the corners of her eyes she could see him writing in that journal he first showed her all those months ago.

She placed her knees to her chest, her arms on top of her knees as she stared at the scenery ahead. Her jacket was placed to her side allowing from the fresh air to slide inside the long sleeves of her shirt. She hoped they were near to their destination, but who was she kidding, there is no hope.

"Goddammit." Katsuki muttered when the truck slowed down, the sound of the engine sputtering hitting his ears. They came to a halt with a couple dead making their way for the truck. However, before they could get a bite, the girl allowed them to get close. She didn't have to jump off, she only sat near them whipping her knife out to stab it.

When one made its way to Shoto's door, he cracked it open and slid his knife in between, cringing at the squelch it made before shoving the door towards the dead. The body fell and Shoto removed himself from the vehicle following Katsuki to the engine.

Seeing smoke coming out was not a good sign. The loud blonde glanced at F/n as she made her way towards them, leaving Izuku on the trunk as he wasn't allowed to endanger himself with his wound still healing, "Ain't there something you can do?"

"Smoke coming out usually means a terrible sign." She lifted the hood to get a good look, but she clicked her tongue at the sight, "Yeah. Time to say goodbye to this."

"There's nothing you can do?" Shoto crossed his arms.

"Unfortunately, Your Majesty," She mumbled, his stance bothering her, "I would need a whole bunch of shit and I doubt the parts are just lying around, besides, I don't know jack about military vehicles."

Katsuki huffed, making his way to the back to grab the supplies, "Thought you were supposed to know shit about cars."

She was too tired to fight back. Grabbing the remaining bags, she wasn't allowed to hold the bag of weapons. The blonde had yanked it away from her and handed her the food supplies along with one that held their blankets and extra clothing. He then pulled the map from his pocket, placing the map closer to his face as he spotted a small town—mostly known for its popularity—in small words, "There's a town not too far."

Helping Izuku get down, Shoto glanced at the map from his view, "How far?"

"I just said not too far." The blonde threw his hand, "You guys never listen to me."

"Calm down, mom." Said F/n, the commnet sounding way too familiar for her liking, "If anything we'll just have to hide back inside the woods."

"Watch your mouth!" He pointed at her, adjusting his bag before continuing forward, "Move it losers."

Izuku let out a sigh at the name calling. His hand held onto his jacket as his knife slapped against the side of his left thigh while the pistol was set between his waistband. He stayed very close to Katsuki who demanded in doing so as his wound had yet to be healed completely. With the occasional looking ahead, he'd also glance behind him, silently praying that another argument did not fuse with the scar male and the h/c hair.

Much to his luck, the conversation that started behind seemed to be going well. Turning to look at the girl, Shoto's brows raised in curiosity, "Izuku mentioned you went U.A.. Were you in the engineering class? Is that why you know stuff about vehicles?"

Her eyes flickered to him, carefully she watched her words, "...Yes."

When she glanced at him again he stayed looking at her and with no sign of irritation, she continued, "I didn't attend U.A.. for most of my school life despite the money that was put into for me to go. I learned all my skills from my father, only learning a little at the engineering class."

"I guess that makes sense." He hummed, looking ahead where he caught Izuku quickly turning away from them, "What was your father like?"

The question caught her off guard. Was her father no way of a good man through the eyes of others, so to describe him in a way she thought of him was difficult. All the words came back to one, "He was a very paranoid man."

He blinked, eyes still focused on the road, "To teach their kid how to defend with the intent of killing, I would have assumed he was a criminal."

She couldn't really take offense to that. Her father was a guilty man, he was just never charged for it, "I see that."

Crossing the train tracks, abandoned buildings could be seen just ahead. Seeing a van that could fit them with the extra space for their supplies, Katsuki headed for it, carefully watching the nearby rotters in case he attracted their attention. Soon the others follow, with Izuku still in the middle, knife ready in his hands.

"You." The blonde pointed at the girl as he whispered, "Get ready to do your whatever shit it is for the car to turn on if the keys are gone."

"'Kay." She moved in closer to him. With Shoto keeping an eye out for the dead and Izuku hanging in the back where it's safe, Katsuki and F/n proceeded for the driver seat. As Katsuki opened the door, she spotted just ahead a firearm store. She couldn't see due to the lack of lighting and the fenced windows. The door was cracked open, but it didn't show any foul play, "You got this? I want to check that out."

Seeing where she was looking, a brow of his raised, going back to finding the vehicles key, "We already got shit. What more else could you possibly want–and don't say a gun."

"There might be suppressors. It doesn't completely block the gunshot, but it makes it softer." She said looking at his back, "You know, a silencer.."

"I know what that is." Just as he said that, he found the key in the glove compartment, between the seats, "Get Half-and-half to go with you."

"What?" Hearing his name, he headed towards them with Izuku following. His mismatched eyes glancing over them both, "What is it?"

She pointed at the store. Izuku, who had just opened the van's backseat door to allow air in, had his brows perplexed, "Is that really necessary? We already have enough, I'm sure we won't run out for a while."

"A while." She repeated, "It's just silencers we need."

"Hurry up and go." He didn't have to tell her twice as she and Shoto left. Through the rear view mirror, the blonde took a glance at Izuku, who worryingly looked at his friend. A roll of an eye with a quiet sigh left him.

Like always, they used the cars to keep them hidden. When F/n was the first to reach the door she pulled it open allowing for Shoto to enter quickly before closing it behind. Then as she turned around, she felt disappointed to see the shelfs left nothing behind. Only empty ammo boxes were lying around, a few shells were to also be seen and blood splattering the walls.

A rack that would hold vests of protection from the gun, snacks, and safe box to store in the ammo had been turned over. It looked like a warzone, which is to be expected when everyones fighting for a weapon.

"Empty." Shoto had crouched down, picking a single bullet. The duffel bag on his shoulder leaned to his side, "Nothings here. A waste of time."

She ignored him, stepping in deeper to the store. The male behind her watched as she moved behind the register then to the room behind it. The swinging doors allowed for her to take a peek. Spotting a dead rotter resting against the wall, jaw unlatched, she pulled her knife out.

Seeing her action, he also pulled his out, heading for her as she disappeared behind the door. He heard a squelch and the growls going silent as he entered. He had picked up the pistol that was laid by what appeared to be the employee before F/n could; their agreement was still being held.

While Shoto did his usual mindless stuff, she noticed a fridge with fainted bloody handprints on each side. She first opened and upon seeing nothing, she looked down and upon seeing a crack, like a piece of slab had been jackhammered, she placed her hands on each side of the fridge and moved it.

Hearing her commotion, Shoto glanced at her, "What are you doing?"

The fridge squeaked everytime it rubbed against the floor, "People are great hiders."

Her comment only confused him and when she let the fridge go, his brows raised in surprise. A block of the floor had caved in. Inside, two silencers laid and she wasted no time in grabbing it.

"How did you know that would be in there?" He asked as she handed it to him. He placed it in his bag as they headed outside. "You can't just look at what's in front of you."

He hummed, eyeing her. When they made it outside, once again they carefully made their way to the van where Izuku and Katsuki waited. At the sight of the mismatched boy and the girl, Katsuki turned the engine on. The noise caught the attention of the rotters, but luckily they were able to leave without any issue.

Izuku looked at F/n as she took her bag off her shoulders, "Did you find anything/?"

"Yeah." She nodded, nudging her head at Shoto who sat beside her, making her sit in the middle, "Two silencers."

He nodded at that and hearing Katsuki's voice as well as passing her the medical supplies, she proceeded to clean Izuku's wound. No matter how many times she had helped him, he'd never forget the feeling of her fingers grazing his skin. Always he would have trouble fighting back a blush and maybe, as he looked at her, if the world had not gone to to shit, he would have asked her out for a school dance. 

[mudhamster]

Can he woo him with niceties?

30. November

Izuku stares at the small jar between his sweaty hands. It was filled with twenty-four small, rolled up pieces of paper. A calendar. Handmade. For Kacchan. 

Initially, he had simply scribbled pleasantries on them. A kind gesture between friends. Good friends. Friends who are cool with each other as long as there are other people in the room. Friends who get along perfectly until they are left alone somewhere. But then...came the overwhelming desire for more. For some kind of clarity. For closure.

It's been years now. Years. Years in which he has streamlined his admiration for Kacchan and crushed it every chance he got, every time it got too big in his head, every time it got so intense that it made him almost brave and way too stupid. He feels like floating on waves of hope and terror as soon as Kacchan looked at him for a second too long. And he did. Often. It was horror. Emotional torture. For years.

But it wouldn't go on for another year.

Approaching Kacchan face to face with the 'issue' was out of the question.  A no-go, his head, stomach and heart would instantly combust if Kacchan would just look at him, the moment Izuku confronted him with this plan whirling in his mind.  

But with this jar full of possibilities... it offers the perfect opportunity to finally... FINALLY close the loop. 

Now is the best time of the year to do it, because there comes a day for everyone when it's time to go home and celebrate Christmas. Time to fill the belly with pot roast and the head with carols and ideas for the future.

Sighing softly, he ran his index finger through the colorful scraps of paper. He wanted to do this. He really did. But it scared the hell out of him. 

His original idea to gift Kacchan a nice little calendar had turned into a subtle plan to woo the other. He had crumpled up some of the harmless slips of paper and replaced them. Some of the notes were now of a more daring nature. The note with 'Hug', for example. If Kacchan drew it too early, it could ruin everything. 

And the note for the 24th ... well, Kacchan was only allowed to open it after all the others had been used. Because on the last note, Izuku had finally thrown caution to the wind. It was all or nothing at Christmas, IF Kacchan used all the other 23 notes. 

This was the only way he would survive the opening of this particular note. It was pure tactics. Assuming that he and Kacchan had already failed in the attempt to hug (and let's be honest: he does), Kacchan could simply let the 24th note go up in flames and both of them would still have enough dignity left to overlook this desperate attempt to get closer next year. 

With a final prayer to the All Might, who looked down on him from his wall in poster form, he picked up the jar and left his room.

He knocks, twice, lowers his hand and steps back. The glass mists between his fingers, the skin between his shoulder blades damp. He is so nervous that he has to actively remind himself to breathe. To relax his face, to keep his shoulders from hunching under his ears. To appear relaxed. 

Behind the door, he heard the creak of a desk chair and took a breath so quickly that black spots crossed his vision. Shifting his weight, Izuku raised the glass to his chest with both hands and forced himself to smile. Except... Kacchan hated fake smiles. The corners of his mouth turned down within a second. Footsteps could be heard. His little finger slipped off the glass. "Crap," he gasped, lowering the glass to his stomach and hastily wiping it dry on his sweater. One of the slips fell out. 

"C-crap!"

He crouches, his knee barely touching the floor, as the door jerks open. A pair of black socks steps up to the threshold, the silence filled with so much unspoken dialogue that Izuku already knew how Kacchan was looking at him before he even turned his head. 

The blond skipped his What the hell? and Izuku skipped his apology. 

Instead, he picked up the small piece of green paper from the ground, threw it into the glass with the others and straightened up.

"This," he holds out his hands with the glass, "is for you."

Red eyes, narrowed in skepticism and annoyance, sink down to his hands over his insecure grin. Izuku follows his gaze. 

To the jar of niceties. 

The jar of risks. 

If he gripped it any tighter, the glass would shatter. Now or never. 

If Katsuki took it now, he would have no chance to change what would happen next. Licking his lips, he nodded encouragingly, "It's a calendar."

Murmuring something that sounded very much like "For what?", Katsuki simply took the jar from his hands, shook it and looked into it with irritation. "What are these notes?"

Izuku's heart stuttered heavily, for the jar had finally left his possession and his fate had taken an inevitable direction, the outcome of which suddenly seemed to him as if he were sailing without sails on an endless ocean, on whose horizon heavy storm clouds were already gathering, which his naked boat would surely...

"Deku"

His thought snapped and he jumped. What was the question? He stared back at the glass, searching for words that weren't 90% cheesy, then squeaked, "Niceties.”

Katsuki's eyes narrowed even more, even though he hadn't thought it possible, and before Izuku understood what was happening, he pulled out one of the pieces. He tucked the glass under his arm and was about to unfold the note when Izuku's brain caught up with him. 

"Don't!" he shouts, "Not yet!" he grabbed Kacchan's hand, clutching warm fingers and the note and looking up with a pounding heart, "It's a calendar, Kacchan! You don't open the first drawing until tomorrow. Not - not today."

"And who's gonna stop me, huh?" he grunts and jerks his hand free, "You?"

The thought of taking the glass back from him pops into his head. He is at a loss for words. How could he make Kacchan wait until tomorrow? Should he appeal to his honor? His dignity? Kacchan's manners?

"Just please ...don't."

As always, pleading with the blonde was like a squirt of lemon in the eye. Kacchan winced and almost reluctantly put the note back into the glass, giving Izuku, who was still standing in the hallway, a last, deeply irritated look. 

"Thanks or whatever."

And well. With that, the jar was indeed handed over. Ugh. Just like that. 

Izuku takes a last breathless look at Kacchan's hands, in which the glass seems to be even smaller than in his own, before the door slams shut in his face. 

"Good night Kacchan," he whispers, his nerves fraying faster than the fastest cycle of a washing machine, as he heads back to his own room.

The calendar for spoiler immune folks:

[miksy63]

Boyfie

18+ MDNI

Tooth-rotting fluff, Izuku is a giver, Izuku x fem reader

Warnings: soft smut, slight dumification (I think)

Thinking about Deku in his mid-twenties…

Deku who still can’t believe he’s made it as a hero and now has more money than he knows what to do with. He spoils you rotten, using his money to buy you clothes, shoes and anything your little heart desires. You’re his pretty little girlfriend and anything you want, you’ll get.

He can’t help but stare at you on the dance floor, watching with  a lovesick gaze as he gushes drunkenly to his friends. Not caring that his buddies poke fun at his rambling, all he can think is “I’m so lucky” “She makes me so happy” “Isn’t she beautiful Kacchan??”.  Bakugou almost left the bar early just to escape the damn nerd’s constant chatter about you. Sometimes he would even joke that you had his friend under some kind of spell. Bakugou didn’t know how right he was to think that.

The delicate way you hold him and caress his scarred hands, letting him nuzzle into your chest after a long day patrolling and saving countless lives. He loves how you gently clean his scars and massage his sore muscles, and your poor attempts at hiding the worry that one day he might come back with more than a few scars, or that he might not come back at all.

Deku hates worrying you, his baby, his everything, his princess. Everything about you has him falling deeper under your spell.

But what charms him the most about you is how good you are for him, the way you let him spread you open and bully his way inside your plush heat. He groans, pressing into you with his weight and making your body heat up when he draws circles into your clit. Fucking you so good, making your mind hazy, “just relax honey, it’s okay”, he pounds into you so hard, only focused on making you feel good. 

Gazing into your eyes with so much love it’s overwhelming “let me take care of you baby” you let him love you just the way he likes. All you can do is let out small moans and whimpers “l-love you…Izu, please”. He loves it when you’re like this, his adorable sweetheart crying out for her “Zuku”, begging him to take care of her, to love her. And who is he to deny you? Not when you beg so nicely, your soft lips curling sweetly as you quiver and shake under him.

Deku who, after he’s filled you up, his cum slowly leaking down your thighs and your pussy shaking, pampers you. He effortlessly lifts your body to set you on top of his chest, stroking your back and waiting patiently for you to come back to him. “My pretty girl…so good f’me” he praises you endlessly, whispering words like silk in your ear. He rubs your whole body down in the shower, caressing you delicately and massaging your favourite lotion into your skin afterwards. His strong arms carry you, now clean and dressed in one of his t-shirts back to the bed, setting you down carefully. 

Deku who curls his massive body around your smaller one, burying you in his chest, softly kissing your forehead as you fall asleep, promising to always be there, to be your hero. No matter what, he’ll always spoil his baby, because in his eyes, nothing he gives you could ever be enough to repay the gift of your love that is sweet and pure, the little things that make his eyes sparkle with the brightest smile. Deku who's under your spell and hopes you never let go.

Just Deku who’s so boyfriend-shaped…

This is my first time writing smut and I think it's right that I tried with Deku.

I'm also surprised that I don't completely hate it lol. <3

[kewltie]

[Season 1 - complete ] (That this might've) shook the love from me

01.

"Don't freak out," Uraraka warns.

Katsuki snorts as he pushes pass her, but his steps are halted when he's greeted with the sight of a ghost.

"Kacchan!" Izuku's face lights up. He looks just as young and beautiful as the day he'd left Katsuki. Time hasn't touched him in ten years.

02.

"It's Midoriya's death anniversary," Eijirou says. "I just don't want you be alone today, bro."

Katsuki sneers. "I'm fine."

His vice of choice hasn't ever been alcohol or drugs, but lives in the memory of a green-eyed boy, stuck forever at nineteen and haunting Katsuki ever since.

03.

"Is—" Izuku swallows. "Is Kacchan okay?" The moment Katsuki had lay eyes on him, his face twisted into something awful before he’d wrenched it away and stormed out.

"He just need some time." Ochako smiles, soft and wistful. "We'd called him here when he was visiting your grave."

04.

"He'll need time to acclimate to everything, but till then he can stay with us," says Uraraka.

"No," Katsuki asserts, hands clenching at his side. Even if this is all dream, his own delusion, he's not letting Izuku out of his sight again this time. "Deku's coming home with me."

05.

Izuku's eyes scans across the room. Numerous accolades lined the wall, but not a single touch of Katsuki can be seen. It feels impersonal. Cold. Like a tomb rather than a home.

"Do you live here alone?" he asks.

Katsuki stares at him coolly. "Would you rather I have someone?"

06.

"Kacchan?" a hesitant voice calls out.

He stops cutting the chives and looks up to see Izuku in front of him, standing there nervously in his clothes. It hangs loosely, easily swamping his figure.

"Do you have anything smaller?" he asks, ears red.

Katsuki drops his knife.

07.

Izuku lost ten years of what could have been his life in a moment of carelessness. It leaves him unmoored.

"Stop thinking and eat your damn food," Katsuki orders with a scowl.

"Y-yes!" He looks down at his bowl and there's now a slice of pork cutlet placed on top of the rice for him. Oh.

08.

He knows Kacchan, but he doesn't know this older and more subdued version of Katsuki, who can barely stand to look at him at times.

The heat from the bath makes his head swim as he sinks deeper into the water and his eyes fall shut. Maybe the next time he opens them, it’ll all be a dream.

09.

Katsuki hauls him out of the bathtub. Dazed, Izuku looks at his pinched face.

"Why didn't you respond when I called you?!" he snarls, but his words are softened up by the way he holds a naked and wet Izuku against his broad chest.

His head swims with a different kind of heat now.

10.

Head still feverish from the bath, Izuku's legs weakens and he stumbles, but Katsuki catches him in time.

"Careful," he scolds.

His hand is fully wrapped around Izuku's wrist. It feels heavy. Large. Encompassing. It been a long time since Katsuki has made him feel this small.

11.

"Dry your hair or you're going to catch a cold," Katsuki says, frowning as Izuku's wet hair drips on his clean shirt.

Izuku smiles softly. "You're different now, yet still the same," he says.

He snorts. "How so."

"You always been considerate of me, but now it's more obvious."

12.

"Can I sleep with you, Kacchan?"

Katsuki snaps his head toward his direction so fast that it almost gives him a whiplash. "What."

Izuku blushes. "I-I don't mean in the same bed." He looks down at his feet. "I just don't want to be alone tonight," he finishes quietly. "So, can I?"

13.

Katsuki stares into the bleak darkness, wondering how the fuck did he get here.

Izuku pokes his head over the edge of the bed. "Are you sure you're okay down there?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine," he grits out as the hard floor digs into his aching back.

14.

Katsuki wakes up to an empty bed as a slow, insidious wave of panic starts to settle in. Any trace of Izuku from last night seems to have been scrubbed clean from the entire room. Like he wasn't even there at all. Katsuki had thought he knew despair, but not like this. Not again.

15.

The plate shatters on the floor as he's hauls into Katsuki's arms.

"S-sorry, I was making us breakfast," Izuku says.

He presses his nose into the crook of Izuku's neck and inhales like a drowning man gasping for air. "Don't ever leave my sight again," he says, low and ominous.

16.

"It's maybe a little late, but today would have been three months since we started dating." Izuku smiles sheepishly at the breakfast tray he'd laid out for them. "I wanted to prepare something nice, but I didn't have time so happy anniversary, Kacchan! Sorry, I kept you waiting."

17.

"Katsuki, they said you found him," she says with desperate urgency. "Is he with you?! Please let me see him!"

"Mom?" a familiar voice calls out from behind them.

Inko's eyes widen in recognition as her knees weaken and she slides down to the floor in tearful relief. "My Izuku."

18.

"It's like I can breathe again," Inko murmurs. "I held on for so long and finally I can let go now. He's back." She squeezes him tightly. "You never once gave up on him. Thank you, Katsuki, for believing."

He shudders in her arms and he, too, breathes easily for the first time.

19.

"How was the mother and son's reunion?" Eijirou asks.

"They were blubbering in my living room for the past hour, so I left them alone," Katsuki says dryly. "They're doing okay now."

"And you?"

The nauseating feeling from this morning hasn't gone away. "I'm fine," he lies.

20.

"You have some gray hair," Izuku murmurs, staring at Inko's weathered face. "You look different now."

"Ten years would do that to you." She smiles wistfully. "Your disappearance was tough on us all, so remember to be good to Katsuki, okay? That boy been hurting without you."

21.

"How are you?"

"Why do you keep asking me these stupid questions," he snaps.

"Bakugou, you paid me a lot of money to ask you 'stupid' questions," Dr. Nitta says coolly. "So again, I ask, how are you?"

He grits his teeth before finally saying, "Deku's back, but I can't relax."

22.

"I'm surprised you actually left Midoriya alone," Denki comments. "I’d expected you to hover around him like a helicopter parent."

"Shut up," Katsuki says blandly, and doesn't tell him about the surveillance on his phone which would show Izuku combing through his bookshelf right now.

23.

Izuku pulls out another book on quirk theory among the many that lined Katsuki's shelf. Here lies the devotion of Katsuki's search for Izuku. It's in the creases of the spine, frantic notes scribbled all over, and the many index tabs that bookmarked important notations.

His heart aches.

24.

Katsuki's heart races briefly when he steps into a near silent apartment, but then, Izuku pops out to greet him. "Welcome home!" Face flushed with joy even if his eyes are rimmed red.

Shakily, he breathes, "I'm home." The words are foreign on his tongue, but it feels no less real.

[viideku]

one too many

someone let katsuki have too many drinks.

picture, class 1-a, 5 year reunion. everyone gathered at a bar to drink and do karaoke. katsuki grunts uncomfortably in his seat watching his longtime rival (crush/love of his life) laughing with todoroki at the other end of the table, jealousy and anger filling him as he downs another glass. subconsciously scowling and glaring his eyes at the man stealing HIS izuku. as if he can sense it, todoroki turns and makes eye contact with the blond smirking and scooting a little closer to izuku just to get under his skin. katsuki has had enough. he gets up and heads to the bar, ignoring his friends asking if he was okay. “another shot of whiskey” the bartender watches as katsuki drowns himself in alcohol and sorrow.

well, apparently the liquid courage outweighed his sorrows and inspired him to do something. “y-you know what, i’m gonna make that nerd mine. gimme another shot” he huffed. “mr. bakugou I don’t think that you should-” katsuki shot the bartender a look and he immediately filled his glass. he downed his last shot and walked towards where izuku was. “deku c’mere for a second wanna sing something for you.” he grumbles. izuku looks up and sees him flushed red and avoiding eye contact. “oh hi kacchan! but well actually i was just talking to ochako but- hey! ow ow okay i’m coming.” he whines. katsuki decided ochako could wait and that his performance was more important than whatever they were talking about(which it was, obviously). he gets on stage and starts looking for the song he was gonna sing. it was really kind of awkward him standing there in his drunken haze loudly mumbling and trying to remember the song name, gaining a few stares but he didn’t care all he wanted was to sing to his izuku and then take him home and sleep. after a solid 2 minutes of standing on stage looking he finally found the song. “this song is for YOU deku and how i feel about you.. my deku” he quietly slurred at the end before putting the microphone back on the stand. by now all his classmates and the rest of the people occupying the bar had turned to see what was happening on stage and were now fully invested, everyone sensing the tension between them that was there 24/7 and the way they always acted like a married couple. “ouuuu things are finally getting interestinggggg” kaminari whispers to kirishima next to him both of them laughing at the drunken, blushing bakugou on stage yelling at izuku to quit giggling. after shushing the whole bar katsuki begins the song. “oh oh just as sure as the stars in the sky i need you to shine in my life not just for the meanwhile, for a long long time” izuku can feel the stares and how hot his face is getting. katsuki smiles, continuing his song to izuku, loving the way he’s trying to hide his face behind his beautiful scarred hands. “you’re all that matters to me, yeah yeah ain’t worried bout nobody else if i ain’t with you, i ain’t myself”. izuku can’t take this anymore, red all over and heart beating fast.

katsuki ends his performance with a bow and a mic drop, loud applause filling the air. whoops and cheers from his friends along with especially loud laughter from mina, sero, kaminari, and kirishima. he doesn’t care. stepping down from the stage he makes his way to izuku “s-so deku.. what im trying to say is.. i love you” it’s katsukis turn to become flustered and hide, still drunk and unknowing. izuku laughs, an enchanting sound katsuki lives for but in this moment makes him feel embarrassed. his lip quivers and before he knows it hot tears are slipping down his cheeks. izuku opens his eyes after laughing to a hiccuping kacchan with wet eyes. “kacchan! what happened? why are you crying?” he tries to pull him into a hug but katsuki pushes him away. “you laughed at me, you hate me and love todoroki don’t you.. a-are you guys together..?” his voice cracks. izukus face softens and it finally clicks. he smiles again and picks up katsukis hands from his sides to hold in his own. “kacchan.. i don’t hate you and i don’t love todoroki, i love you” he steps closer to the taller blond and kisses him softly on the cheek, wiping his tears. “b-but y-ou laughed” katsuki says in a quiet voice only looking up when izuku wipes his tears. “oh kacchan, don’t you remember? we’re engaged silly. i loved your performance and i love YOU.” he smiles and lifts his hand to show katsuki the green band on his ring finger, giggling. katsuki gasps and immediately is in disbelief “you.. me..” his eyes widen “we’re engaged?” he beams excitedly and repeats it as if he didn’t believe it the first time “we’re engaged!!” he then proceeds to drag deku to everyone in the bar to brag that deku is his and that they can ‘suck it’, especially todoroki.

and that night when he woke up with a splitting headache but a warm izuku at his side he knew he had won the jackpot.

a/n: hey guys this is my first little writing thing ever and i also did not check for errors so don’t be mean pls THANK U BYEE(•̥́_•ૅू˳) the song is all that matters by justin bieber btw i just feel like drunk kats is like sooo forgetful and emotional

[dadmightandkyojurohavemyheart]

Paradigm Shift (Female Izuku AU)

Yagi Toshinori was no stranger to sacrifice, but nothing quite hurt like leaving Inko Midoriya behind at that café. It it had to be done for her safety though.

15 years later, the last thing he expects is to fish a notebook out of a school fountain, only to meet a girl with Inko's hair and his eyes. When she introduces herself as Izumi Midoriya, the truth hits.

He'd given up more than Inko all those years ago.

Now with two relationships he needs to build and repair, Yagi has to learn more than how to be a good teacher, but a father as well...

Starting with how Izumi got that burn on her face. Though the way she flinches tells him he isn't going to like the answer.

Chapter One

Izumi

“Stop it, Kacchan!” I stood between my friend and the boy he'd been bullying, wishing the shaking all but tearing through me would stop. Standing up to him was scary enough without that.

His friends laughed, pointing and jeering. “Aw, look at her. She's so scared, she'll probably pee herself before too long!”

Once upon a time, Kacchan would have gotten angry at someone for saying that to me. A month ago, he would have jumped in, all fire and blazing eyes while threatening anyone who tried to hurt me.That was before, now was…different.

He sneered, miniature explosions gathering in his palm as he lashed out toward me. “Don't try to be a hero, you're just a quirkless piece of trash. A pebble in my way!”

I didn't dodge in time and pain bloomed along my cheek, tears blurring my vision next as I stumbled back, desperately needing space between me and the cruel stranger who'd taken Kacchan's place over the last month.

The boy I'd helped ran without looking back and Kacchan glared after him, eyes all but sparking with the same explosive force as his power. Once he was out of sight, that gaze dropped to me again and I crawled away, cradling the new burn on my jaw.

He didn't let me get far, his hand lashing out with another round of explosions. “You'll never be a hero, not like me!” The shrill words dug in like needles and I ducked, trying to hide most of my face.

Why did I have to be born without a quirk? Everything would be the same as it was if I'd gotten one, even Mom's! Kacchan would still be my friend, I wouldn't have to run from him every day…It wasn't fair!

Curling tighter into myself, I waited for another round of pain. Only, it didn't come.

Instead, Kacchan's voice cracked out with…fear. “What the hell?!”

When nothing happened after a second, I slowly cracked an eye open. Kacchan stood in front of me, his hand hovering between us. He stared at it, his face a mix of angry and terrified as he waved it forcibly through the air. “Why isn't it working?!”

His quirk wasn't working?

Immediately, concern ballooned out, eclipsing my fear and pain. I'd never heard about someone's quirk suddenly disappearing before. Was something wrong with Kacchan?

His eyes widened, fear I'd never seen before glowing off him as he turned to me and spat. “What did you do? Are you contagious or something?!”

His friends backed away as if I were diseased and he warily retreated too. A pang of hurt cut through me before I shook my head. “No, I don't know what's happening!”

He balled his fist and pulled it back, “You have to be the one who did this, you quirkless freak!”

Before he could let the punch fly, an unfamiliar voice cut in. “It wasn't her, you rabid pomeranian. It was me.”

Kacchan stepped back, allowing me to see the form hovering on the edge of the clearing.It was a girl around our age, her dark hair cut roughly at her ears in a jagged line, and her eyes…Her eyes were glowing red. She was erasing Kacchan's quirk.

Fascination burned to the surface under my fear and thousands of questions pushed their way to the front. How did that work? Could she use it on more than one person at a time?That would be amazing for hostage situations or hero work! She was so lucky.

Kacchan turned, forcing me back to the present as he bared his teeth.“I'm not a fruit, you stupid brat! Whatever you're doing, quit it, before I kill you!”

She raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. “Pomeranian isn't a fruit, idiot. It's a dog. And for someone spouting off about being number one hero, you sure talk about killing a lot. Are you sure you're not trying to be a villain?”

Kacchan's fists shook, sweat trailing down them in lines but not igniting, as he clearly wanted it to.“Shut up and give me my quirk back!” His tone shook just a tiny bit and the girl scoffed.

“Why should I? You were just hurting her for being quirkless. Maybe you don't deserve to have a quirk if that's how you treat people who don't have one.”

Kacchan lunged toward her, fist raised with a scream. “I'll force you if you won't do it on your own!”

She sidestepped him and struck, fist colliding with Kacchan's jaw. “If you want your quirk back, then walk away. I hate bullies and I won't let you hurt her again.”

Kacchan stumbled, cradling his cheek now as he eyed her warily. His friends stayed back, clearly afraid of what she could do, and when he noticed that, he scoffed. “You're all nothing but extras, you aren't worth my time.”

He stormed off, his cronies following behind. Once they were gone, I faced the girl and swallowed my tears.“Thanks.”

She walked over and shrugged, offering a hand down to me as her eyes faded from red to black. “It's like I said, I don't like bullies. Are you okay? That looks pretty bad.”

I nodded, ignoring the sting lancing through my cheek. “I'll be okay. You should be careful though, Kacchan will be really mad with you now. If he thinks you're friends with me, it'll only make it worse.”

She helped me up and brushed the dirt off my back with a shrug. “I don't care. He's not scary…not really.”

Her eyes drifted to the side as if she were staring at something only she could see. Something shifted in the air and I nudged her, not liking the sudden heaviness.“Your quirk is really cool, you could use it to help hundreds-no, thousands of people!”

She flushed and shifted between her feet. “I don't think it's that great, I can only use it on one person at a time. Besides,” She looked away and frowned, “Mom doesn't like it when I use it. She gets…really upset.”

Something about how she said it made my skin crawl. She almost seemed afraid, but I had to be wrong. That was her Mom.There was nothing to be scared of, right?

Putting that aside, I took her hand and pulled toward my house. “Well, I think it's really cool.” Biting my lip, I looked down and asked. “If you really don't mind Kacchan, I'd like it if we could be friends. Do you want to play heroes? I have a lot of figurines we can play with, if you promise to be careful with them.”

She hesitated for a second before slowly nodding. “I'd like that.” Then she offered a hand. “I'm Akane. What's your name?”

I took it and shook how Mom showed me. “I'm Izumi, come on. My house isn't that far!”

Mom would probably be worried about the burn though…Running my hand over it, I led the way down the road and asked. “Hey, can you not tell my Mom about this?”

Akane frowned and raised a brow. “Do you think she won't notice a burn on your face?”

Well, when she put it like that…

“Maybe we could just not say who did it? Kacchan is my friend. I don't want to get him in trouble.”

It would only make his sudden anger worse and if I wanted to have my friend back, I couldn't tell Mom.

She grimaced and shook her head. “I don't like this. If he's willing to hurt you and be mean to people, are you sure he's a good friend?”

I bit my lip and looked away. “I know he's mean now, but maybe he'll go back to being my friend soon. Please, just don't tell Mom?”

For a second, I thought she'd refuse, but after a long minute, she nodded with a sigh.“Fine, but I'm not going to let him hurt you.”

She took my hand and smiled. “That's what friends do, right?”

I beamed and nodded. “Right! Let's go home, I have so many All Might action figures to show you.”

I grabbed her hand and ran, Akane following without complaint despite the speed. Excitement bubbled through me and I didn't bother tamping it down.

After Kacchan changed, I wasn't sure I'd ever have a friend again. If he could turn against me like that without warning, anyone could.

But maybe he'd go back to being MY Kacchan soon. In the meantime, I'd made another friend and I couldn't wait to show her all my All Might stuff.

[thiefoflight68]

Open For Business - Baku/Deku Long Fic on A03. This is a fun chapter! +18 only - Minors DNI

A fun play sex scene between the boys.

Katsuki slid on the dark suit and red tie, the nerd had even included the shoes. He had dried his hair enough so that his blonde spikes were almost perfect. He wondered what Deku was planning, probably jumping him as soon as he walked in the door, he smiled, fine by him. His body vibrated with every passing moment, he took a deep breath, fuck, he was going to cum just thinking about burying himself into the greenette. He stepped out of the bathroom and slid on the glasses. He knocked gently on the bedroom door and then walked to the front door, how long would he have to wait? He grabbed his black trench coat and gloves, sliding them on as he went outside. Standing on the small balcony he looked out over the city. The cold air was held in by storm clouds that blocked any starlight. Lamplights dotted the streets and reflected off of wet pavement. He heard movement in the kitchen. He was glad for the cold, it was calming him down. God he loved this man, what had he been thinking? Thankfully his grandfather had given him the slap he needed, Katsuki would make this place the perfect home for him, for both of them. He liked being able to keep an eye on him during the day and if this was what waited for him at home, then who cared where the fuck he lived? The noise quieted.

He turned back to the door and knocked. “Come in,” Deku called. Katsuki opened the door. The sounds of music drifted from the apartment.

Izuku stood in the kitchen, he had pulled on the apron that Kacchan had given him at Christmas. The ties of the apron tickling his backside. On a plate he had arranged fresh strawberries and whipped cream. He was opening a bottle of chilled white wine as the blonde came in the door, a blast of cold air with him. For a brief moment the cold prickled his skin and then his emerald eyes took in the large man standing in the hallway and heat flushed through his body. The dark trench coat was enough to make him go weak, but with the dark suit, red tie at his neck, black leather gloves and the glasses. He shivered, why did this big blonde look so amazing? He looked completely different, almost ominous, desire pulled at him. Izuku was hard and all Kacchan had done was walk in the door.

“Welcome home,” Izuku purred as he leaned sideways against the kitchen counter. “I was just opening some wine.” He popped the cork and poured some in each wine glass. He lifted one taking a drink, hooded eyes staring over the rim.

Katsuki was not prepared for what he saw in the kitchen. The nerd was wearing the apron he had bought him at Christmas but not much else. His shirt appeared to be sheer black with shimmering green in the soft lamplight. His legs were bare which made Bakugou want to turn him around to see what covered his ass. Around his neck was a leather collar with silver studs. Lust blasted through his veins.

“Let me get you out of your coat first.” Izuku came forward, sliding his hands under the trenchcoat and pushing it firmly off of his shoulders and arms. Shaking it out he moved to the coat rack and hung it, letting the blonde take in his backside.

Bakugou’s gaze never left the nerd as he hung his coat. He could see the shirt was cropped high, just above his hips. Two bands of fabric on his hips ended in a small triangle of fabric, the band disappearing into his soft curved ass. His body throbbed but he waited, he knew the nerd wanted control.

Midoriya turned and walked past the blonde, he stopped in front of him. “Can you help me?”

“With what?” Katsuki’s voice was strained.

“I’m finished in the kitchen, could you untie me please.”

The Blonde chuckled, the ties of the apron hung enticingly over his bare ass.

‘Fuck’

Laying a gloved hand on one cheek, he felt the firm roundness. He pulled one tie with the other hand, letting the apron fall loose from his waist.

“Thank you, won’t you join me for some wine to relax?”

Katsuki started to remove his gloves.

“No,” Izuku peeked provocatively over his shoulder, “leave those on.” He pulled the apron off and walked back into the kitchen offering him a wine glass.

Bakugou tried to swallow, he took a few deep breaths. The outfit was amazing. The sheer fabric let him see Deku’s toned chest, it was cut just above his trim waist. A very small amount of netted fabric covered his now swelling erection. Then there was the collar around his neck.

‘Fuck’

He walked to the other side of the kitchen counter, his pants bulging, taking the offered glass of wine. His fiery red gaze landed on the strawberry plate. “Dessert?”

Green curls nodded.

He shook his head. “You know Babe, I’m not much of a dessert person.”

Izuku took a strawberry and slid it through the whipped cream. He licked the whip cream off slowly and popped it into his mouth and smiled. “Good, I wasn’t planning on sharing.”

Bakugou laughed painfully, he took a sip of wine. Setting it down, he reached out his hand to touch the collar. Deku backed out of his range. “I have only one rule tonight.”

“Only one?” he raised his brows.

The sweet mouth laughed around the strawberry, “Just one, no hands, without permission, the gloves should help you remember that.”

“And you?”

“Me too, but,” he turned to put the wine back in the refrigerator. Bakugou admired his ass again, the small strip of fabric disappearing where he very much wanted to be right now. “I get to break the rules whenever I want.” Deku winked at him. Katsuki smiled and picked up the wine glass this time he took a long swallow.

Izuku was having a hard time not attacking him at this point, he was so fucking sexy with those glasses. “I think it's time we get you more comfortable.” The blonde held out his hands and raised his brows.

‘What?”

“I believe your rule is no hands, but since you can break the rule, will you help me?” Deku laughed, moving around the island he helped him out of his coat. He folded it carefully over the chair. It took everything for Katsuki not to touch him again.

“Here, let’s loosen your tie a bit.” Izuku loosened the knot and unbuttoned the top few buttons. “Sorry for cheating, but this would be difficult without hands.”

“What happens if I use my hands?” He teased, the nerd paused. Bakugou could see the nerd thinking, he must not have anticipated that question.

Izuku looked at the blonde, he knew there was not much that would keep him from touching him, he always did what he wanted at some point. An idea popped into his mind.

‘Would it be too much?’

Hesitantly he walked into the kitchen and opened a drawer. He saw an assortment of utensils. He had read that certain types of spatulas can work for playing in the bedroom because they don’t hurt as badly. He held his breath, would this work? He pulled out a rubber spatula.

Katsuki tensed as he saw him walk back with the spatula, he wanted to laugh, but he could see the nerd was serious. Was he going to really spank him? The nerd didn’t realize he had very thick skin, it would take a lot to stop him.

Deku handed it to him, “if you use your hands, then you have to spank me with this.” His green eyes glinted wickedly. Bakugou looked at the spatula. “Take it,” Deku pushed it towards him, The Blonde took the handle.

“What happens if you use your hands?” Izuku repeated.

“I have to spank you with this.” Bakugou was completely floored. He hadn’t expected to have to use it on him. “But what about me?”

“What about you?”

Katsuki didn’t want to hurt him, fuck. “I thought.”

The nerd smiled, “You think too much Kacchan.” He turned around and laid himself over the counter. “Should we try it once to see how it feels, just in case later you want to break the rule, you’ll understand what will happen.”

Bakugou looked at the sweet ass bent over invitingly, he wanted to see him cum, he looked at his fingers. No hands.

‘Fuck’

“Kacchan, I’m waiting.”

“Fuck Deku, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Izuku turned his head around, “I don’t want you to either, so do this so you remember my rule.” He waited a moment, “Okay Kacchan, I won’t force you.” The spatula hit him on the left cheek, hard, the sting pinched his skin and surprised him, it did hurt for a second, but then softened. He needed the blonde to think otherwise. He clenched his teeth and moaned softly.

Katsuki watched the nerd react. He hated hearing him in pain, but he was also so fucking sexy moaning like that. He sucked in his breath, “Did that hurt? I’m sorry.” He stopped, he had almost grabbed him with his hands. He clenched his fists, “I understand, I won’t use my hands.”

Midoriya looked at him very seriously, hiding his smile, “please don’t, it does sting” he rubbed his butt cheek.

Bakugou felt himself come apart, now he understood why he had made him hit him. He would do anything not to use his hands.

Izuku chuckled, his plan had worked. “Sit down Kacchan,” Midoriya guided him into the chair, he looked a little stunned. “Kacchan?”

‘Had he gone too far?’

He put a palm on the blonde’s face. “Is this okay?” He asked softly, looking into the beautiful red eyes that were blazing like fire. He was about to admit it didn’t really hurt.

Bakugou looked into those dark orbs, he tucked his hands under his legs. “It’s okay, you just surprised me.”

“You don’t like surprises.”

“I don’t,” he thought for a moment, then he smiled, “well, up until now.”

Midoriya kissed the blonde without touching him, he sucked deeply, tugging at his lips, he laced his tongue with his, sweeping through his mouth, tasting every part of him. He pulled back panting. He moved to his ear, nibbling the soft lobe, tugging and sucking gently.

Bakugou closed his eyes, the nerd’s hot mouth sending him past his limit. He wanted to grab him but he sat tight, letting him suck on his neck. Deku’s teeth raked his flesh, biting hard, Katsuki groaned, as his mouth sucked hard. “Fuck, I want you,” he rasped.

“We have to enjoy the appetizers before we jump to the main meal.” Izuku looked at those crimson eyes blazing. He saw those eyes look at the collar. “You can touch it” he lifted his chin.

Bakugou pulled out one gloved hand, “can I take off my gloves?”

Izuku nodded

Katsuki pulled off the gloves and wrapped his hand gently around the collar, why did it turn him on so much? He ran his thumb over the silver studs.

“Do you like it?”

“Fuck, I really do.”

Izuku leaned his head down pressing on Kacchan’s hand. “Okay, no more.” Bakugou held his hand there for a moment longer and then slid his hand back under his thigh.

“You scared me Kacchan, I thought I was going to get another spanking.”

“Sorry Babe,” the nerd dropped to his knees in front of him.

“We need to make you more comfortable. If I can’t use my hands, I may ruin your belt.”

Bakugou leaned back, “I can buy another one.” Green curls buried his face into the blonde’s body. The nerd’s chin rubbed against his hard cock, Katsuki groaned again.

Izuku struggled to pull the belt out with his teeth, but knowing he was driving Kacchan crazy he decided to try to finish without his hands. Finally he was able to free the latch. Biting the end he stood and walked backwards freeing it from the belt loops.

Katsuki grunted. His Deku was on fire tonight and his body was straining, every nerve ending alive, his blood felt hot, his cock so hard it was painful. “Please.” He growled. The nerd sank back down, this time using his hands he unbuttoned the black trousers. Bakugou heard the plate sliding across the table, looking over, the nerd was pulling the strawberries towards them. He groaned again, he knew what the greenette was about to do, his hands clenched under his thighs,

“You asked so nicely.” Izuku’s voice was husky.

“I want to hold you Deku, feel you.”

“Soon Kacchan” He scooped a large amount of cream and rubbed it over the tip of the blonde’s large cock in his hand.

Katsuki leaned his head back, his jaw clenched against the cold whipped cream being smeared over his dick. “Fuck!” He gasped as the nerd’s hot tongue began licking.

“You get really handsy when I suck you Kacchan.” Midoriya continued licking the sweet cream, his tongue working over every inch. Some as it dripped down further, he chased it down with his tongue. “I’m worried.”

“I won’t,” his voice strained.

“But it’s my ass not yours.” Izuku grimaced playfully.

He picked up a strawberry and covered it liberally with whip cream, taking the cold fruit, he rubbed it across Kacchan’s sensitive skin, leaving a thick streak of cream. He slid the twitching cock into his mouth, sucking up the whipped cream as he closed his mouth tasting the sweet flavor. Greedily he lapped at every bit, then slowly he came back to the tip, playfully licking.

Katsuki struggled to restrain his hands, he was itching to grab Deku and hold his head, to thrust into that hot mouth.

Izuku looked up, holding the blonde’s gaze, he popped the strawberry into his mouth, the red juice dripping from his mouth, trickling down his chin and neck. “Oops I ‘m making a mess.” He laughed. “You like strawberries, don’t you Kacchan?” He crawled into the blonde’s lap, chewing slowly. “Help me clean up.”

Katsuki leaned forward and licked Deku’s chin, the sweet flavor mixed with the taste of his skin. The nerd lifted his chin giving him access to his neck. The liquid had stopped at the collar, slowly seeping into the leather. Bakugou started there, licking along the thick leather, he sucked hard at the skin, biting gently.

“Hmmm, that feels so good” Izuku's heart was hammering so hard he felt light headed, the storm in his body was slamming against him demanding release, he thrust against the blonde’s erection. Kacchan latched his mouth hard, biting at his neck again. Izuku arched against the pain, icy chills rippled up his spine, washing him in pleasure, he groaned.

“Deku, I’m serious, I need to fuck you right now.” Katsuki’s voice had lost its playfulness.

Another tremor shuddered through Midoriya’s body, the sense of power he had felt from the moment Kacchan had stood waiting for him at the door inflamed his pleasure. He pulled away panting from the torment on his neck, standing back up, he grabbed the spatula and the blonde’s red tie and pulled him to the couch. Flipping out a blanket, he teased. “We don’t want to make a mess.” He sat down looking at the big blonde, he patted the couch on either side of him. “Kneel here Kacchan.”

Bakugou eyed him.

Izuku smiled, “you can’t use your hands so I thought this would be easier for you to,” he blushed. Seeing Bakugou so turned on, his cock so big, he felt bolder. “I know you like to thrust.” He held up his hand, “but you can’t cum in my mouth, when you're close you have to pull out. I really want to watch you cum Kacchan, especially with those glasses on.”

“Fuck nerd, stop saying that shit, you know how turned I am right now.” He straddled his nerd.

Izuku giggled, he shook a new bottle of lube, ”look, I got a new flavor”, he squeezed some in his hands and slathered the large cock. He began licking again. “You taste really good, cherry is so sweet.” He heard a slam as Kacchan braced himself on the wall behind the couch. Reaching up Midoriya let his hands explore the blonde’s body, leaving a sticky trail of lube across his skin. “I’ll clean that up later,” he teased as he finally took the whole of the hard erection into his mouth. He brought one hand around to Kacchan’s firm butt and pushed.

As soon as Katsuki felt the nerd push on him, he let himself go. He thrust hard, his forehead against the wall, his hands braced. He couldn’t stop, he felt so good, the nerd’s hands were running over his body, his mind was careening out of control, he couldn’t hold back, the wet hot mouth around him, the walls of Deku’s throat squeezing his cock, the pulsing started throbbing up through his groin. “Deku, I’m going to cum.”

Izuku pulled back and using all his strength pushed Kacchan’s hips down so that he was sitting down on his lap. Wrapping his hand around the blonde’s thick shaft he began to move his hand. The blonde was completely gone, his face distorted in pleasure as his ejaculation ripped through him, his teeth clenched, groaning loudly.

Katsuki slumped down, his forehead on his nerd’s shoulder. He froze, he realized his hands were on Deku’s shoulders. He moved them quickly to the couch cushion, trying to slow his breathing. The nerd’s arms hugged him, running over his back, through his hair. Bakugou could feel the greenette’s own erection still hard against him. “You're still hard Babe.”

“I am,” Izuku nodded, he put his hands on his Kacchan’s face, “you are so beautiful when you cum, did you know that?” He straightened the glasses on his face.

‘My turn to watch?”

“Almost.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, nerd.”

“We need to switch places.”

Bakugou swung his leg over and sat down on the couch. Deku shook his head, sighing as he grabbed the spatula.

Izuku ran the tip of the spatula up the blonde’s bare leg, letting it gently move over his dick. “What's not fair is that you put your hands on my shoulders.”

“It was an accident Babe, I didn’t realize I had done it, I promise.”

Izuku kissed him. “I know Kacchan, which is why I forgive you, but,” he tilted his head, putting a hand on his face. He handed him the spatula. “A rule is a rule, right?” He laid down on Kacchan’s lap, his hips slightly elevated.

“Fuck, Deku.” The blonde let out a breath.

Tucking his head under his arm, he peeked up at him, “are you okay?”

Bakugou looked at his nerd, coyly smiling. He was so adorable, his eyes dark with desire but still twinkling in play, he was having fun.

‘Fuck he was sexy’

He flashed a cocky grin, “now I am.”

Izuku could feel Kacchan starting to get hard again. “I could be in trouble,” he muttered. He relaxed his body, burying his face into the couch.

Katsuki brought the spatula down, the impact snapped against the nerd’s ass. Deku jolted up, it did sting. Goosebumps lifted along the greenette’s ass. Bakugou leaned down and kissed the area, letting his lips gently touch the sensitive skin, he licked and sucked softly trying to cool it down. “I’m so sorry. Does this make it feel better?”

Izuku groaned,”yes,” he whispered. He panted, feeling the hot tongue on his skin, which was on fire, his body shuddered, he was suddenly desperate to feel the blonde inside of him. He sat up and straddled him, taking his face in his hands again, he kissed those full lips. Sucking hard, Midoriya’s green eyes black with desire.

“Can I use my hands?”

“I love that you're already hard Kacchan.” Izuku ignored him and wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him again. The blonde was demanding in the kiss, trying not to touch him, Midoriya whimpered.

“Can I use my hands Deku?”

Green curls nodded, “you can pull my thong aside, I want to ride you.”

“You're not prepped babe,” Katsuki murmured as he kissed those fragrant green curls.

A slow smile cut across Midoriya’s face, he leaned into the Kacchan, kissing his ear. “Maybe I took care of that while I was waiting for you.” He whispered. “Be a sweetie and pull my thong aside”

The blonde groaned, his cock throbbed, he slid his finger down the thong and pulled the strap aside.

Reaching behind Izuku held the shaft of the blonde guiding his body over the tip. The lube helped him slide down, he pushed slowly. “No thrusting yet Kacchan.”

Bakugou smiled, there was no way he would stop his nerd now, he was in full control. God he loved this side of him. It was sweet and sexy all at once. He would let him have his way, Katsuki would fuck him his own way later. The greenette finally managed to take in his entire cock, all the way to the base.

Izuku waited a brief moment before he started to move. The tingling started to leap and jolt almost immediately, he closed his eyes, “I miss this so much,” he whispered.

“Me too.”

Dark green eyes opened, he had not realized he had spoken out loud. Midoriya moved his hips, he tried to find a good rhythm. The blonde cupped his cheek with the hand that held the thong. He squeezed gently. Izuku looked down into the fiery eyes, still behind glasses. He laughed, pulling the glasses off. “I want my Kacchan back now.” Leaning forward he kissed him just as he pushed down and happened to graze his prostate, sucking in his breath, his body quivered.

“There you go babe, do you want any help?”

Izuku groaned, “yes.”

Katsuki grabbed the greenette’s waist, angling his hips, he thrust deep, sliding with perfect pressure along the same spot.

“Ah, Kacchan, yes!” He sucked in air, throwing his head back. He dug his fingers into his shoulders. “Again.” The blonde continued to thrust, Izuku could only feel the strange tingling, the pleasure pulsing, pushing him. He moved his hips in time with every thrust. The tip slid past the same place, causing the pressure to keep growing.

Katsuki listened to the nerd’s body, when he could feel the soft clenching, he knew he was close. Slowing his thrust, he teased him. Deku was clinging to his shoulders, eyes closed, face flushed, feeling every sweet thrust. His eyes opened half way.

“Are you teasing me Kacchan?”

“I am.” Grabbing the nerd’s hips, Katsuki changed his angle and thrust so deep that Deku looked like he would pass out. He smiled, he was so close. He went back to shorter thrusts, rubbing his prostate intensely.

Midoriya braced himself on the blonde, every thrust was pushing him higher, he squirmed desperate for his release. “Enough,” he slammed himself down, pushing Kacchan so deep the pleasure shot like fire up through him, he ejaculated, bent over, his body shaking, unable to think, his eyes half closed, tears streaming down freckled cheeks.

Bakugou understood why Deku had wanted to watch him earlier, there was nothing more incredible than watching the greenette finding his release. He grabbed him in a hug and let him cuddle on his chest, his body still twitching.

Izuku laid his head on the blonde, he tugged on the tie. The tingling had captured him, everything felt amazing. “That was really fun Kacchan, I love that you indulge me so much, thank you.”

“I’m not done, nerd.”

Izuku felt the throbbing cock still inside of him. He looked into those burning crimson eyes, “Can we finish in the shower? We feel sticky all over.”

“As long as I can bend you over and finish from behind the way you like it.” The greenette gave him a sexy smile, “anything for you Kacchan.”

[riahlynn101]

Dad December - Day Fourteen: "Would You Hold My Hand?"

Summary: A visit to the hospital takes a dark turn for Izuku….at least his dad is there to hold his hand. 

Trigger warnings: (Kind of) human experimentation, medical trauma, and Doctor Garaki and AFO being themselves. 

Word count: 1,210

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“Would you hold my hand?” His dad asks, extending a hand out for Izuku to take. They’re in the waiting room at the hospital. Neither of them are sick, and Izuku isn’t due for a checkup for another four months (he checked the calendar before they left). 

It’s odd, too, because it’s always mom that takes him to the doctors. But mom went to the doctor’s yesterday, and she slept in. Dad said it’s because the appointment tired her out. Izuku doesn’t mind, though. That just means he can spend time with his dad. 

“Okay,” he says, giving his hand over. His dad smiles at him, squeezing his hand. 

“Hey, Izu, you know that I love you. Right?”

The question strikes Izuku as weird. Of course, he knows his parents love him. Why wouldn’t they? Sometimes they get frustrated with him or scold him when he does something bad. But they always make sure to tuck him in at night, read to him, hold him when he’s scared, and tell Izuku that they love him all the time. 

“Yeah, and I love you and mom, too.”

There’s something in dad’s eyes. Something that Izuku with only eight years of being alive can’t place. He squeezes his dad’s hand, smiling just like All Might does. 

Dad laughs, patting his head. “Silly boy,” he murmurs fondly.

The door to the lobby opens. “Midoriya Izuku?” A nurse calls out, scanning the room.

“Here!” His dad stands up, scooping Izuku into his arms.

“Right this way.” The nurse holds the door open, stepping aside to let them in. 

Izuku clings to his dad, wrapping his arms around his neck. This place looks nothing like the doctor’s office that mom takes him to. That place has brightly-painted walls, and the nurses and doctors smile a lot. 

But this place is dull. No one smiles, not even when Izuku smiles like All Might at them. 

“Dad, I wanna go home,” he whines. He hates whining. Kacchan said it’s something that babies do, and Izuku doesn’t want to be a baby. However, this place is giving him a bad feeling. 

His dad strokes his hair, humming. “This shouldn’t take very long, Izuku. Just stay calm.”

Izuku pouts and rests his hand on his dad’s shoulder. 

“Ah, old friend,” his dad greets, going into one of the examination rooms.

“It’s been a minute.”

Izuku’s entire body freezes up. He tightens his hold on his dad’s neck. That voice. He knows that voice. 

“And that must be little Izuku. Haven’t seen him since that doctor’s visit, what was it? Four years ago?”

“Three-and-a-half,” Izuku pipes up, voice muffled by his dad’s suit jacket. The memory of being told he has no quirk coming back with a vengeance. 

“Ah, yes. Well, anyway. You can put him on the table over there.”

“I love you so much,” his dad murmurs into Izuku’s hair. He’s set down on a large metal table. It’s bigger than the examination tables in the other doctor’s office, and there’s no paper covering the top of it. He sends a questioning look at his dad, but the doctor steps in front of him.

He looks exactly the same as when Izuku last saw him, which doesn’t help the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Okay, I’m going to need you to lie back.”

Izuku stares at him blankly. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“I…I don’t want to.”

“I apologize, Izuku-Kun, I didn’t ask what you wanted. I asked you to lie back.”

Tears well up in his eyes. Why is he here? He doesn’t want to be here. “I want my dad!” Izuku cries, wiping his eyes. “I wanna go home!”

The doctor grumbles, grabbing Izuku by the shoulders and forcing him to lay down. “Lay down.” Izuku squirms, batting at the doctor’s hand. He screams, kicking his legs out. 

One hit must land, because the doctor lets out a pained “ow” before stepping away. Izuku watches him limp over to his dad through watery eyes. They talk for a good five minutes, and he takes the time to collect himself. 

By the time the doctor comes back over to him, Izuku has calmed himself down (for the most part). His dad stands close to him. “Izuku,” he says, “I’m here. Lie down. Do what the doctor tells you.”

“Hold my hand?” Izuku asks. 

“Izuku,” his dad scolds him, but he doesn’t sound angry. 

“Please,” he begs. “I’m scared. I…I want to listen. I will listen, if you hold my hand.” Izuku knows he should just do as he’s told, but he can’t appease the panic steadily rising up in his chest. 

His dad’s expression softens. He takes Izuku’s hand. “Lay down.”

And Izuku, not wanting his dad to take his hand back, listens. He closes his eyes, and then opens them a moment later when the doctor scolds him. 

A large machine is placed over his face. It’s like nothing Izuku has ever seen before. All metal pieces, cogs, and glass. The doctor lines up the two glass pieces with Izuku’s eyes. The metal is cold against his face, and makes him feel a bit claustrophobic. He squeezes his dad’s hand harder. 

“Stay there,” the doctor says. “Don’t move a muscle.”

Not that Izuku could, even if he wanted to. Not with his dad’s hand holding his, and the machine half-hovering, half-lying on top of him. 

“Sensei,” the doctor says. “It’s time.”

Before Izuku can ask who Sensei is, his dad’s hand slips from his. The panic he had previously under control, wells up inside him. He cries and screams out for his dad, but nobody responds. A bright light flashes, temporarily blinding Izuku. 

He screams louder. “Daddy! Daddy help me!”

Another bright flash. 

Izuku kicks as hard as he can. Except there’s no one to kick. Just a heavy machine that continues to flash bright lights into his eyes. 

“Help! Help! Mommy! Daddy! I’m scared!”

But as the bright flashes continue, Izuku feels his energy drain. Eventually he can’t scream any longer. He lays still, head spinning and vision getting dimmer and dimmer. 

-x-x-x-

All for One scoops his son off the table, exchanging a few words with his old friend. This wasn’t his first option. He would have preferred to use a quirk instead, but all of the ones in his arsenal wouldn’t hold long enough for it to be effective. 

Izuku snuggles closer to him, little hands bunched up in his jacket. Poor thing. All for One kisses the top of his head. 

Memory alteration is such a tricky business. 

When his son and wife wake up, he’ll be gone. Hopefully not for more than a year or two, but even if he never comes back, they’ll never question his absence. 

He arrives home to a quiet apartment. Inko must still be sleeping, but he’ll check on her before he leaves (just to be safe).

Hisashi places his son in bed, tucking him in. For a second, the urge to hold his son forever and ever, and never let him go is beyond overwhelming. He thinks about staying. Maybe he could watch Izuku grow up….

But it only lasts for a second. 

 “I’ll be home as soon as I can. I promise.”

[loopielupie]

Whumptober Day 29 & Day 31: "I only sink deeper the deeper I think" & Emptiness

His ears are still ringing when Katsuki sinks down against an overturned crate. The adrenaline that got him through the fight is long gone, leaving nothing but empty weariness and tremors in his limbs.

Out of sight of the media, though he can still hear them heckling and shouting questions towards the police and other heroes still on the scene, Katsuki wilts. The cold concrete prickles overheated skin through his hero suit, sending an involuntary shiver along his spine. 

Tipping his head back, he wonders idly what this store used to be, taking in the scattered crates similar to the one he's co-opted as a seat. Maybe a greengrocer? But it's a distant sort of thought and he shoves it down with a bitter snarl. 

It's impossible to tell with more than half the shopfront gone and the interior fucked six ways from Sunday.

Because you weren’t fuckin’ good enough

He swallows the sudden acid lump in his throat and fiddles with the bandages wrapping his bicep in some attempt at distraction. They come loose and he curses under his breath and tries to fix it. But his fingers are clumsy and his arms burn him for the unnecessary movement, the dull ache of overuse sharpening until he gives up.

The screech of a siren has him wincing, a heretofore unnoticed headache making itself known as he grinds his head back against the wall and screws his eyes shut.

"Kacchan?"

He opens one eye to find Izuku squatting next to him, worried, one hand hovering but hesitant over his arm. His hair is sweaty and fight-tousled. He looks enhausted.

"Oi, have you been seen by-"

"Yes, Kacchan. I was just with one of the paramedics-" he lifts his bandaged arm. "They're the ones who told me where you'd gone off to."

The "Why?" is growing more insistent in Izuku's expression but Katsuki isn't going to admit shit.

"Yeah, well. Good. 'm not havin' you bleed out or some shit because you're irresponsible."

Izuku hums and shifts a little closer, his remaining iron sole scraping across the buckled path as his legs slump down. A quick scan tells Katsuki all he needs to know about how Izuku fared during the fight: the road rash under his torn suit, the scrapes and fresh bruises that have Katsuki wincing just to look at them. Not important enough to warrant any on-scene paramedics attention more than cleaning, but sore as hell.

Katsuki releases a rattling breath. He's had bad days before, days where he’s lost civilians and even colleagues. But something about today makes his skin feel too tight. Everything had been wrong: bad intel, not enough heroes on-scene, an unexpectedly destructive villain, too much “collateral damage”- Fuck, Katsuki hates that term.

He’s rather they just call it what it fuckin’  is: civilian casualties. He'd rather people face up to the reality: people hurt, homes, businesses, livelihoods destroyed. All because they weren’t good enough. Beside him, Izuku is quiet. He just stares at a crack in the concrete, shoulders slumped, lips bitten into a frown. A small part of Katsuki wonders if Izuku's feeling the same, but he brushes it off before he can do something stupid like ask. 

His fists clench in his lap and he thunks his head back against the wall behind him. It does nothing to shake loose any of the thoughts swirling in his head, it just makes his headache worse.

His phone buzzes. It's likely a summons from the agency for debrief and probably even a press conference. Izuku tenses at the sound but when Katsuki makes no move to heed it, he turns his attention to him, eyeing him with a quiet "Kacchan?"

"What," he snaps, already knowing what's coming. Izuku checks his own phone.

"They're calling us back," Izuku prompts. His voice is hesitant, though. Like he doesn't want to move any more than Katsuki does.

"Yeah, well. They can wait 10 minutes."

Don't ask me to fuckin' go out there yet.

He rails against this cowardice, but he's just so fucking tired.

Izuku says nothing for a minute, searching Katsuki's face. He looks exhausted, too. This close, Katsuki can see the smear of old blood from Izuku’s nose, the dirt streaked across his cheeks. It obscures his freckles and something gives in Katsuki’s chest. He yanks his glove off. Izuku doesn't stop him when he reaches out and brushes a thumb over his cheek, idly aware of the dirt and blood flaking off under it. Izuku leans into the contact but Katsuki feels his expression pinch into a frown when a few tears gather on dark lashes. Izuku tips forward against his collar, Katsuki takes the weight and lets it ground him.

They'll have to get up soon, they both know it; the agency won't give them much of a reprieve from their PR responsibilities. But for now, just for a moment, he lets Izuku hold him, buries his nose in damp curls and breathes it in until he feels a little less hollow.

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Day 18 - can't stay awake

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Izuku knew all his nights of no sleep had been preparing him for something.

Maybe he hadn’t anticipated the… severity of the situation.

It has been roughly 36 hours since Kacchan went down and they were officially trapped here.

The dark hole they’re trapped in is inescapable without Izuku’s legs or Kacchan’s quirk. Dirt is piled around them, a little pocket of air being their only means of surviving this long. Every so often he’ll hear a noise above them, and he’ll call out. The constant screaming for help is tiring, and his throat is pissed at him.

He knows help is coming, they should be anyway. Kacchan made contact with Aizawa back at the rendezvous point before it was destroyed in a landslide. 

Stupid natural disasters. He’d take a villain over this any day, and he knows Kacchan feels the same. 

They have plenty of food and water, well enough so they won’t die of starvation before they bleed out. 

Izuku sighs, adjusting his throbbing legs. He’d used too much power in a panicked attempt to catch Kacchan before he was crushed by a falling tree. Turns out yelling at someone who lost their hearing aids isn’t very effective. Yeah, the tree ended up crushing both of them. 

Now he sits on the muddy floor of this pit, with a hero partner that might have permanent brain damage.

Great.

He holds his eyes open with his fingers, the cool air burning them instantly.

Kacchan makes a choking noise, and Izuku rolls him onto his side so he can vomit. 

His friend gurgles, heaving the last of the water Izuku forced down his throat. 

Izuku pats his back, vision blacking out momentarily. The smell of vomit helps keep his brain stay active at least. Kacchan is so buying him dinner when they get home.

“Yeah, you’re okay.” He sighs, pinching Kacchan’s cheek.

There’s a rustling above them, probably the wind, but Izuku perks up regardless. “HELLO?!” He shouts, cupping his hands together, “SENSEI?” 

No answer, just a few more moments of noise until it stops. 

Izuku’s head flops back onto the stone behind him, frustrated tears brimming in his eyes. 

His skull hurts, his legs are numb, and he’s so so tired.

He must black out because he next wakes to the sound of a rock tumbling from above him. 

“Hello?” He cries hoarsely, barely audible even to him.

He shifts his head down to check on Kacchan. No noticeable change, and it looks like the bleeding on his head finally stopped. He doesn’t want to check for a pulse.

“Kacchan are you having fun?” He’s only slightly delirious, head swinging around. It’s the only thing he can do. 

“Yeah me too. I bet Sensei’s close. ‘N I’ll ask mom to make some. Um,” He pauses, chest squeezing, “Soup. Like when we were kids. Spicy for you, Kacchan.” 

Tears slip down his cheeks. He’s not sure why he’s crying, everything is okay.. 

His head tips down again, and he resigns himself to staring at his legs for the rest of eternity. 

Darkness encroaches on his vision, and he uses his remaining strength to thread his fingers through Kacchan’s hair. He can imagine the smell of his quirk, the nostalgic smokey scent that follows him around. A portable campfire, as Kaminari likes to call him. 

Izuku smiles to himself, his body slumping to the side. 

He’s sure they’ll be fine, he can rest now.