#and yes I was 100% thinking about metal arm Bakugou

[kingkatsuki]

We’ve been talking about prison AUs so much in the group chat lately, but I was thinking last night like imagine a Prison AU except it’s reversed. Cause we’re always writing Villain Bakugou locked away in Tartarus.

But imagine you’re the prisoner in maximum security. And maybe Dynamight is tasked with talking to you as part as a Pro-Hero program to try and rehabilitate you, or something like that. So he’s supposed to be finding out about your crimes or what you’ve done wrong.

Or imagine if you’re the reason that someone on his team (or Dynamight himself), got hurt while he was out on the field. And as part of his own healing/therapy process he’s told that he has to go and meet you. That it could be good for him, that it’ll help.

And not to mention that it’s the final thing standing between him and being allowed to return to work out on the field. Being on desk duty for the last four months has arguably been worse for him than the injuries sustained in battle with you, and he’s itching to get back out there and regain his position as the number two. Having to spend the months since the incident watching his rank continue to dip as he settles at the bottom of the top ten has been demoralising.

But he’s still filled with so much rage and hatred for you, that while you’re the one bound and shackled against the table, he’s the one that they should be worried about.

And he hates the way he finds himself easing into you, the smooth caramel to your voice has him practically melting as he finds himself drowning in it. He shouldn’t be enjoying his visit with you, he should be lunging over the table to cause you the same pain you’ve caused him.

You look so meek and innocent on the other side of the table, that he somehow can’t believe that you’re the one that caused so much destruction.

So when he leaves after your first visit together, he thinks that’s it. That somehow it’s all he needed to do and he’s cured, that he won’t have to come back or ever see your face again. And it’s all the boxes checked to allow him to go back to work and be back out in the field.

But he can’t stop thinking about you—

And it’s different now. The thoughts he once had immediately after the incident and in the following months had been so full of rage and hatred, picturing all the ways he could cause you the same pain that you’d caused him. Make you feel how he feels after you basically ruined his life, to take something from you in return. Vengeful thoughts that plagued him every hour of every day since you first tumbled into his life. The therapy not enough to quell the hatred that boils inside him whenever he thinks of you. But now all he can think about is what you’re doing, who you were before the incident, and what led you down this path.

Even when he’s signed off and now back on patrol, exactly what he’s wanted— he’s still thinking about you. But the thoughts aren’t purely innocent.

The scent of you (or your quirk) invades his senses as he tries to push you to the deepest depths of his mind, to focus on his life and his career. But he can’t. He’s damn near disgusted when he wraps a fist around his thick cock, stroking himself in the agency showers as water cascades around his broad shoulders. Leaning his forehead against his forearm as he watches the creamy droplets of his spend disappear down the drain as he pictured leaving the same stains against your skin.

And no one is more surprised than you are when you see a name appear on your visitation list, when not even your friends or family have come to visit you since you’d committed your crimes. No one had been on your side of the court during your trial, for your sentencing.

But the name is there in bold, black lettering.

Bakugou Katsuki.

[planetsano]

— sparkly.

synopsis: bakugou's chain, todoroki's rings and kirishima's anklet.

warning(s) & tag(s): dumbification, masturbation, established relationships, aged up, bullet fics, 18+

a/n: I hope you all enjoy. This was very self indulgent. I think jewelry can be a very attractive when worn and very intimate when given as a gift, so I decided to write about it!

bakugou katsuki ♡

You honestly weren't listening to your boyfriend's midday rant. It had become routine for him to express any kind of irritation or frustration built inside him throughout the first half of his day.

Usually, you were a good listener. Giving him advice when needed and doing small gestures through skinship that typically calmed the firecracker down.

But today was a little different.

You had your back pressed against the lockers with Katsuki’s large hand beside your head trapping you in an iconic kabedon pose.

Katsuki just so big and intimidating looming over you like this.

He continued spewing his frustrations to you but your eyes were too busy trained on the golden chain that hung graciously around his neck.

There was something so attractive and alluring about the piece of jewelry.

Maybe it was that the chain itself was the perfect length & thickness, stopping right at his defined collarbones.

The combination of the chain and the tank top being as deadly as ever.

Or maybe it was the fact that this was the same chain that was dangling in your face while he was pounding into you relentlessly the night before.

Claiming you as his "hungry little cum slut"

It was almost hypnotizing watching the jewelry’s movement correspond with his thrusts.

The way it idly moves when he halts his movements to release deep inside of you. After that it's usually silent, only irregular breathing trying to be regulated.

You bit your bottom lip softly and adjusted on your feet a tiny bit as you were feeling that all too familiar throbbing sensation between your legs.

You knew squeezing your thighs together was a feeble attempt at trying to satiate yourself.

“Are you even listening?” Katsuki’s voice snapped you back to reality.

“Oh.. yeah! yeah, I'm listening-!”

"You're a shit liar-" Before he could even say anything else you pulled him down by his chain and attacked his lips with a sloppy kiss. After a few seconds he pulls away.

"What, you want me to fuck you or something?" He asked clearly confused.

You looked up at him through your lashes and bit your lip. Then giving him a nod "yes."

He pulls out his phone from his pocket to check the time.

"Meet me in the janitor's closet by the gym in 5 minutes." He says and pushes off the wall to walk away from you.

"Don't be late." He calls out from over his shoulder.

eijirou kirishima ♡

It was your 9 month anniversary when Eijirou gifted you a golden anklet.

It was decorated with separate three charms: Both his initials and a ruby heart in the center of the two letters.

You were overcome with excitement and joy and eagerly asked him to put on for you.

“Hold still, baby.” Eijirou smiled to himself as he clasped the jewelry around your ankle.

You squealed in excitement seeing the jewelry around your ankle.

“Do you like it?” He smiled up at you before settling between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs.

“Eiji, I love it.” You held both sides of his face and leaned in to peck his lips for a quick kiss.

"That's rad, babe." A goody smile grew on his lips while you rested your forehead onto his.

Later that night you both found yourself wrapped up in each other's lust. Your moans urging him on to give you your orgasm.

Eijirou lifted one of your legs over his broad shoulder allowing himself to hit a deeper spot within your core.

He heard the tiniest of jingles next to his ear.

“Look at you, all pretty for me and wearing my initials on your ankle." His smile grew large exposing his shark like teeth.

Just the fact that you're going to be wearing his gift to you daily flaunting off the fact that you are taken and happy makes him feel really manly.

"You love me?" He asks you while his hard and thick cock continuing to penetrate your insides at a rapid pace.

A whimper and a pathetic "yes" is emitted from your lips making him chuckle heartlessly.

"Come on, pretty.. Your Eiji can't hear you." He continued to tease you enjoying how flustered you're getting.

"I love you so much-!"

Eijirou felt an overwhelming sense of pride wash over his body when he hears you babbling almost incoherently about how much you're in love with him while you cum around his cock.

He's fucking you stupid and it's enough to make him want to cum.

His hands hook behind your knees quite literally folding your body like a folding chair while he continues to pound into you.

"I'm cumming.." He says in a low groan and releases inside of you.

For the rest of the evening you both laid in each other's arms. Who would've thought his gift to you would turn him on so much?

todoroki shouto ♡

eboy-esque style in jewelry.

I like to think that Todoroki would wear rings as his jewelry of choice.

He doesn't always wear them often but when he does, he eats it the fuck up. Period.

Todoroki has huge and veiny model-like hands which makes rings look 15x more attractive on him than the average guy.

Money isn't an issue for him so it's safe to assume any precious metals, diamonds or gems on his hand are 100% genuine.

He prefers wearing his rings on his right hand versus the left, and will choose silver over gold.

Naturally, whenever he goes to hold your face in his hand you can feel the coolness from the ring onto your skin and it feels amazing.

Todoroki loves to see you hold his hand in place and melt into his touch.

You found yourself playing with his rings anytime his hand was in yours.

He knows you really like seeing him wear the jewelry but doesn't quite understand why but he's happy you find him attractive in so many different ways.

There was one night though, where you got a video attachment from Todoroki. You couldn't quite make out what the thumbnail was but you clicked the video.

Opening the video you gasped lightly seeing Todoroki's cock coming into full view. It was hard and standing at full attention.

As the video continues, he wraps his hand around the shaft and begins to stroke himself at a hurried pace.

His rings don't go unnoticed by you either, they were probably added more stimulation. Regardless, watching him get off like this is intoxicating.

His hand suddenly halts at the base and you hear a muffled groan followed by a low "Fuck.."

His cock twitches and almost immediately he releases his load. His hand resumes movement but this time with slow and long stokes.

Todoroki's hand and fingers are now covered in his cum.

Including those pretty, pretty rings of his.

[frenchbreads-writing]

Trip to The Arcade|{Kaminari Denki}

Hey y’all I’m back I wanna say thank you for the kind messages I’m feeling much better now, I just needed a couple of days to get myself back together.

While I was out I wrote a little something for you <3

The Enji simp is back now😌

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Male Reader

Words: 934

Warning(s): None

Requests: Closed

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A nice Saturday evening for you and Denki, wandering about the mall for god knows how long.

You had just finished buying clothes and are walking towards the mall exit when Kaminari gasped.

You jumped and looked at him.

“What?”

He just pointed to something out of your view.

You turned to see what he was pointing at.

An arcade. 

“C’mon!”

He didn’t give you a moment to think about it when he grabbed your hand and dragged you inside.

Reaching the token machine he let go of your hand and fished out his wallet pulling out some bills and inserting them into the machine.

He reached out to scoop out the metal coins but paused when he saw you standing there giving him a look.

“Come on (Y/n) don’t be lame, join me.”

You crossed your arms.

“Denki I love you but my feet and my back are killing me I just want to lie down and cuddle.”

He pouted and put his hands up together in a begging position while giving you his puppy eyes.

“Please, babe, I’ll give you as much cuddle time as you want when we get back to the dorms if you play with me.”

As much as you tried you couldn’t say no to him.

So you just sighed and pulled out your wallet waking up to the machine as well.

He wrapped his arms around your torso from behind as you inserted the bills into the slot.

“That’s why you’re the bestest boyfriend in the world!”

After grabbing your handful of tokens you trailed behind Denki as he hopped from game to game admittedly having a good time.

You were deciding which game to try next when he grabbed your arm and vigorously tugged at it.

“(Y/n), (Y/n) look!”

You looked where he pointed and spotted at the prize counter a 4 foot tall Pikachu stuffed animal.

“Denki, you can’t be serious.”

But your statement went unheard as he rushed off towards the counter beginning to talk to the employee.

Denki’s face went from excited to surprise to determined.

He came back.

“So, how much does it cost?”

He held up his hand.

“Five thousand tickets!”

Denki then took out his wallet again and walked towards the token machine with a determined grin.

“I’ve got this!”

“I don’t got this.”

Denki spent the last two hours trying to get enough but he only ended up with 800 tickets and a suffering wallet.

He was sitting down on the floor near the latest game that he lost, his determined grin replaced with a sulking frown.

As much as you wanted to go back to the dorms and rest, seeing your boyfriend so down made your heartache.

You glanced over your shoulder at the stuffed toy and back to your boyfriend.

Giving an inaudible sigh you placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Why don’t you go sit down outside for a bit and take a break, I’m sure you’ll get it eventually.”

He groaned.

“Okay.”

He stood up and glanced at the toy with a longing stare.

“I’ll join you in a bit.”

Denki nodded and dragged himself away towards the exit.

You reached into your pocket and pulled out the tokens that you bought when you first arrived plus the tokens Denki had made you carry for him.

There was quite a bit left.

“I’m really going to do this for a boy.”

Denki had been sitting outside for over 45 minutes waiting for you.

He had contemplated going back in and looking for you but the thought of seeing the toy that was out of his reach made him depressed again.

Denki checked his phone again, no messages from you and no calls.

He sighed and stood up deciding that he would just have to go looking for you.

Until he heard your voice from behind him.

“Hey, Denki.”

He turned but immediately got hit in the face by something soft and fuzzy.

“What the hell!”

He stumbled for a moment before regaining his balance.

“Ow! What did you hit me wi— no way!”

He was holding the bright yellow 4 foot tall Pikachu stuffed toy.

He looked at you to see you rubbing the back of your neck with a smile.

“You seemed so sad that you couldn’t get it so I went ahead and won it for you.”

Denki was touched by the sweet gesture and felt his face heat up.

He lunged at you and wrapped his arms around you as much as he could while still holding the toy.

“You’re the best! Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

You hugged him back and smiled.

“Hmm yes, but you could stand to mention it more.”

He pulled away and began rocking on his heels with a pleased and excited expression looking at the Pikachu toy examining it and petting it.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever in the whole world, you know that?”

You gave him a playful smirk.

“I know, but can we go back to the dorms now? My feet are killing me.”

Denki grabbed your hand and began dragging you in the direction of the train station.

“Yes, so I can rub it in Bakugou’s face how I have the best boyfriend.”

You scoffed but let him pull you, admiring how his eyes regained their excited glint and how happy he looked holding the huge stuffed toy.

Though you could do without the devastating blow to your wallet, you would gladly do that 100 times over just to see him have the same expression on his face.

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[tsuki-xoxo]

Could you make a headcannon of shouto, bakugou and deku do dealing with their stubborn fem s/o who doesn't want to go to the dentist even though they need to because their tooth is hurting or just needs a dental check up but rather not. (like raven had to go see a dentist in teen titans go! because she had a cracked tooth)

Check-Up!

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Reader, Bakugo Katsuki x Reader, Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Thank you for sending this request anon! I had so much fun making this for you! I changed a couple of things in your request for the boys because I didn’t want it to be too repetitive AND I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF ADDING FLUFF. I hope you enjoy my love :) 

“I don’t see why it’s such a problem for me to pay instead,” Todoroki simply replies.

“Babe, it’s not a problem per se. It’s just--” you paused, “-- you don’t have to. Besides, it’s your dad’s money, not yours.” 

You have a dentist appointment in about two hours for a wire replacement for your braces, but (un)surprisingly, your insurance somehow wouldn’t cover it this time for some reason: absolute bull (fuck capitalism). So, now you’re left to pay outta pocket for some string of metal across your teeth.

“Yes, it’s my dad’s card, what about it?”

“Wha--?” Your eyes locked onto his as you stared incredulously only for your bi hair-colored boyfriend to stare blankly back at you. 

You couldn’t really say you were surprised at his insistence on using Endeavor’s cash. You appreciate the sentiment, really, but you always feel bad when people help you. You can’t help but feel like you’re some sort of nuisance-- it’s the trauma luv ✨ 

You couldn’t stop the wide smile from spreading at Todoroki’s cute and unfazed expression. Reaching out to cup his face in your hand, you quickly pressed your lips against his.

Todoroki’s heterochromatic eyes widened in surprise. “Oh--” he breathed, a faint blush on his cheeks. He was taken aback by the sudden kiss, but you caught the disappointment at how short it was from the furrow of his brow. 

“Thank you.” Your face was mere centimeters from his, and every word you said brought a teasing brush from your lips against his. “But, I got it.”

Just kidding, cutie! 

When you exited the dentist’s room with newly placed wires, your jaw dropped. You noticed Todoroki at the cash register with a shiny black credit card between his fingers. 

“Shoto wait!”

Too late :) he was already placing the card back in his wallet. “I paid,” he announced. 

You blinked, grabbing his hand and pulling him outside. “You didn’t have to--”

“--I wanted to. If we were to switch places, I know you would’ve done the same.” 

Yup, it’s time to pass away. You could’ve sworn your knees buckled on the spot, melting at how sweet he is. No wonder you surprised him with another chaste kiss.

Todoroki shook his head, traces of a smile lighting up his face. 

“(Y/N) I swear to fucking god, just schedule a damn appointment!” 

You pout, arms crossing over your chest. “No, I don’t need to! The pain will go away by itself.”

Bakugo growled as his sharp crimson orbs narrowed. Your boyfriend is incredibly observant, so when he noticed you eating on the opposite side of where you usually chew, he knew something was wrong in an instant. He was this close to pulling his hair out for you to finally admit your molars ache every time you eat.  

“Well if you don’t get them checked, they could get worse, Baka.” With the way he was glaring at you, you would have thought that you were being cursed with evil eye. Lucky for you, though, you’re safe. He is concerned about you, after all. 

“I’m not going! What are you going to do, force me?” You snort, rolling your eyes. 

Not only are you a brat, but you must be stupid as hell for thinking that that’s not exactly what he was going to do. You may be stubborn, but so is he, times 100.

Shooting up from his seat, his firm hands wrap around you as he abruptly makes his way to the car. Yelling out for his mom (old-hag) to drive you guys to the dentist. And of course, Mitsuki did, her blood-red eyes ogling at the two of you as she squeals how cute you two are the whole time you two are fighting one another in the back seat. 

“KATSUKI LET ME GO!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

You two really know how to make a scene. You both quit literally slam into the receptionist’s room, your boyfriend’s voice, thankfully, several octaves louder than yours, demanding for you to be checked immediately. 

And you were. They found out that your tooth had a slight crack, which was fixed with a simple filling. Already you could feel the discomfort lightening. When you exited the room, you found your angry pomeranian leaning against the wall, a pout fixed over his lips, and his brows twitching from the sight of you. 

Smiling, you give him a big hug before pressing a firm kiss on his lush lips, arms wrapping around his neck. “Thank you, baby.”

“Get off me,” he huffed but made no move to pull you off of him. Instead, enveloping you in his arms, his cheeks warming up at the sudden affection. “Next time, listen to me, dumbass.”

Midoriya is a certified baby™️. So when you adamantly deny going to a simple dentist check-up, poor boy short-circuits. 

He knew you were stubborn, but damn you’re not going to go to a simple fucking check-up?

So when the two of you are studying for an English exam, you catch him staring intently, biting his fingernails.

“Izuku?” you ask, worriedly fanning your hand across his face to catch his attention. 

“(Y-Y/N), can you please go to your check-up?” His entire body turns fifty shades redder as you tilt your head to the side and confusedly blink at him. You didn’t understand why he was panicking over such a simple question like that, but baby boy was internally struggling if he should ask because he didn’t want you to think that he was disrespectful. 

“What if you have a cavity?!” Midoriya retorts, running a hand through his disheveled curls. “Now, I’m not saying you do have one, but if you do and it’s left untreated your teeth could rot and--”

You silence him by pecking his lips. 

“Would it make you more comfortable if I go to my appointment?”

He nods, emerald eyes wide. 

“Ok,” you sighed, “I’ll go.”

When you meet up with Deku after your check-up, you announce to him that everything looks good. No cavities, gums are good, but you do leave out the bit where the dentists’ repeatedly urged you to start flossing like they always do. 

You note how he visibly relaxes, and you have the sudden urge to envelope him in your arms, so you do. You duck your head in the space between his head and neck. “I’m sorry for making you so worried. I’ll go to all my appointments from now on if that’ll make you comfortable.”

When you lift your head to meet his eyes, you’re met with such a dazed and adorable expression from Midoriya. You couldn’t help but cup his face and lay a lasting kiss.

[sainadazai]

Chapter 2

There was a certain essence of security in the fact that one kid would be sent home today, still there was a horrible feeling inside you that you'd be the one leaving.

There was no reason for you to fail, Mr.Aizawa didn't seem to be singling anyone out, though.

That alone made you nervous, if he didn't have someone specific in mind, then it was free reign whoever would be booted at the end of the day.

Bakugou threw a softball more than seven hundred meters, you were sure your primary school record was less than 30 meters. With your quirk you didn't need dense muscle, it required lean muscle and mostly on your back.

Manipulating the state of matter in metal wasn't really difficult, but lifting it with your mind was.

Even more, it was especially hard to keep it in its semi-liquid state while you manipulate it. Cause many people have conjuring quirks, hell probably somebody in this class had a quirk that could make things, yours was just also limited to one specific material.

It took a long time to perfect your own unique fighting style. You didn't wanna be like cementoss, or Best jeanist, although they were great heroes.

Being a carbon copy of a hero that already has existed served no joy to you, you were y/n, and that's who the world oughta know.

Was that really gonna help you now, though? What were these eight tests he was talking about?

test one: 50 meter dash

Should be easy enough, why use your quirk on something you already excelled in during school. Y/n L/n - 100 meter dash - 12.67 seconds. It couldn't be hard to half that at least, maybe even quarter it, you wouldn't use your quirk here.

You really need to stop underestimating people, in your heat, the first at that, were Tenya Iida and Tsuyu Asui. The boy was well built, muscular, tall and his legs seemed to have engines in them. He was sure not a good match to make you seem strong or fast.

The girl had long, green hair and beautiful round eyes, she seemed to have some sort of frog hybrid quirk. Probably much faster than you as well. Not really the best time to second guess yourself, you already assessed this test. No quirk. Don't waste your energy.

Ugh, but shouldn't heroes go a hundred percent all the time? God this was infuriating.

"Go"

Well, there you have it, first day and you're already overthinking. Without letting your worry get to you, you sprinted towards the speedometer hoping you wouldn't get discouraged by the fast boy in front of you. The air flowed against you, pushing your hair back. You had forgotten about the tension air creates when you run against it, but it didn't matter. As quickly as it started you heard Iida's score, the Asui's, but you knew 50 meters was easy. You knew you were fast even without your quirk, you would prove it.

"6 seconds"

"Without a quirk?"

"What even is her quirk?"

"I don't know, she wasn't in my exam."

The others after you seemed to be faster than you too, even if by seconds. However, it was helpful to learn exactly what their quirks were.

Uraraka- zero gravity

Iida- engine

Bakugou-explosion

Knowing all this made you unique compared to them, because now, you know their quirks and how they work for the most part, but only a few even can guess yours. Maybe it won't help you too much now, but in the future this knowledge will.

Test two: Grip strength

Easy, this can be done without even touching that little machine, but sure, you'd give me a show.

"Woah, you hit 500 kilograms?! You're such a beast"

The boy with extra arms seemed to do well on this, you could obviously guess why. Still, you had no fear at all in this test. What were they thinking putting an object entirely made of metal and wires in your hand? Rigged in your favor to be honest.

You took the contraption in your hand, avoiding the eyes of the few watching you to see what your quirk was. Jokes on them, cause with this test, it'd take a genius to tell. Applying a decent amount of pressure from your hand, you began to feel all of the particles in the tiny machine, moving them closer and closer together. Pushing them down with each breath out. Until the machine beeped.

12,000kg

You almost smirked at that, you technically didn't have that much plain grip strength, but the teacher said use your quirk, anything goes.

"Twelve thousand!? No way!" the yellow haired boy spoke with astonishment, not anger, but the words felt accusing,

"sorry.."

The students were left dumbfounded. However, at the mention of such a high number, todoroki began to seek out your face, he recognised the girl who had tried to speak with him earlier. Looking at the floor and avoiding the quite obvious compliments, he couldn't help but feel it wasn't out of modesty.

Test three: Standing long jump

The ring on your finger would serve well enough for this one, removing it, you liquified the metal ring until it was a non-Newtonian liquid- or a liquid that is solid under pressure. It soon multiplied until it was around a foot high line of liquid metal, then you curled it into a spring shape. Jumping straight up you landed both feet on the outer edge of the spring and flew into the air launching it with you and quickly turning it back into a tiny ring around your pinky finger.

Then apologizing again as more questions floated in.

Next was repeated side steps, then ball throws. By then, the other students had acknowledged the uncomfort you seemed to have around them, and only admired from afar.

To others the ball throw seemed like the most important test, but it didn't really feel like that to you. Despite having some restraint, you wanted to be the best in every test. Well, maybe not this one, after the gravity girl sent a ball to infinity.

Still, you held the softball, all eyes on you, not feeling so shy, considering you knew these were supposed to be your friends, you wanted them to like you, more than anything. So you would just have to woman up soon.

You tossed the ball to yourself a couple times, feeling for any metal particles, baseballs were usually full of string on the inside, maybe that would work? No, too risky for now.

Feeling pressure to hurry, you took a quick glance around, locking eyes with the boy who sits by you. He still was stone faced, but looked a little intrigued to see what you would do. Was he curious about you? He was so strong though, you'd seen it earlier. Well, best live up to expectations.

No luck with metal in the ball, but there was plenty all around you: iron in your blood. Taking your pointer fingernail, you scratched a quick cut on your opposite palm, maintaining eye contact with the boy. His stiffness faltered for a second, confused and maybe worried at your actions.

Quickly you dragged your blood out of the cut in a thin, rope-like flow, wrapped it around the ball, and took a deep breath. Then you closed your eyes, just how you taught yourself to, and imagined the blood pulling the ball into the air. Arm swung back and ready you released the image along with a throw high into the air.

Continuing to focus on where your blood would take it, you imagine not a place, but a number, and a force. Applying that force to the blood and ball, long lost in the sky, you finally sighed out and looked around, waiting for a score.

Your peers seemed confused about what had just happened, all except for the red and white haired boy, he seemed to have caught on to some extent.

"1,609 meters"

"A mile, exactly? How?"

"Your blood? That doesn't match up with everything else you've done today!" A girl with recognizably large breasts and thighs spoke, she was gorgeous. Hair tied up in a black ponytail, and even her voice sounded sophisticated.

"Uhm-"

"If you say sorry one more time i'm gonna blast you to space, ya hear me!?"

The fire boy, Bakugou screamed at you, and you would have been scared, but it actually made you feel comforted. The realization that people here were not asking for your apologies.

"Yes sir." you winked.

Why did you wink? Did you forget you weren't talking to mochi? A yellow haired boy, whose name you thought was denki turned red and fainted. You felt incredibly stupid, and flustered, and mad at yourself for slipping like that.

"AAAaaa im so sorry, pleaseforgivmeidontknowwhatiwasthinkingwinkingayoulikehatwhenyoubarelyknowmeohnopleasedonthatemenowimsorryimsorrymochiwillyellatmelater!" you screeched out, falling subject to your now loose personality.

Then you went to hide among the crowd of them, slowly shrinking in on yourself.

The next one up was the green haired boy, Deku? That's what bakugou called him, right? You didn't know you were standing next to shouto todoroki, but he sure knew he was standing next to you.

He wanted to confirm his suspicions about your quirk, and also he subconsciously wanted to know what a conversation with you would be like. You didn't seem too eccentric, or obnoxious like some of the kids here. Plus for some reason you were flustered at any and everything,and well, it was stupidly adorable.

Todoroki shouldn't be thinking these things, but he is. On the first day of school no less.

It seems, though, you weren't the star of the show today. He tore his eyes from you at the sound of your gasp. The boy who hasn't used a quirk all day had thrown the softball barely a few meters. So how did he get in? He seemed nice enough, but it sparked the question, how would someone quirkless make it to the hero course?

Or maybe he wasn't, it seemed, the teacher had nullified whatever quirk he tried to use. They were talking for quite some time, until Mr.Aizawa removed his restraint on the kids quirk and he was left to throw.

His lips pursed, deep in thought. Deku really had to get this one right. There may not be a better place to apply his gifted quirk. He really didnt wanna go home, either, so this was it.

Blinking, he thrust his hand back and before you could process what was happening an incredible force of wind flew back on you. The ball launched high into the air, a trail of pure power following it. You didn't take your eyes off that ball until it dropped. A puff of dirt flying up around it.

705.3

So you looked back to the boy, eyes wide just like everyone else, and your eyes found a bloodied purple finger. Broken in every sense of the word. Deku, though, was smiling, the brightest smile you'd ever seen. Proud. He was proud of himself. What could you be but proud of him, too?

You'd known him less than a day, spoken to him all but once, but his smile was pure. You used to smile like that when you were working out your quirk in the forest behind school. It was beautiful.

"Awesome.." you whispered through a smile clad lips.

Teeth white and shining under the sun, and todoroki heard you. Even looked down(or up) at you. He wanted to see that smile again from you, and for the love of god he couldn't tell himself why....

A/n this isn't a deku fic but I love him, and it IS his show, so- don't be surprised if i write about him like he is the most precious gorgeous blessing on earth.

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During the last of their three-day stint, Kirishima had joined Bakugou to finish up a few things in their office away from home. After spending the morning in briefings both heroes were grabbing some lunch before heading back to the hotel.  

  The 100-degree weather that had graced the October sky had finally broken and many of the employees of the large building were outside enjoying their lunch in the shade. Just glad to get out of the cramped offices to enjoy some pleasant weather. 

  One of them was the Starbucks girl. 

  “Dude, isn’t that band you like?” Kirishima asked elbowing his best friend in the side, making Bakugou grunt with annoyance. 

He had noticed her when she had come out. Holding a bag and talking to that same guy she had done the presentation with. Today she was dressed in a cute leopard print skirt and a black band tee. The words Gojira sprawled across the front, below it was a black and white image of a large whale leaping up from an ocean. 

  “Yeah” was the simple response as he dug into his chicken burger.  

  “So do you need me to go over and say hi or are you going to actually go over there and talk to her?” Kirishima asked nonchalantly as he took a bite of his food. “Or are you just going to keep checking her out like you have been all week?” 

  Bakugou coughed slightly, eyes wide as a rush of anger came over him. First off, there was no possible way he could have been checking at her all week seeing most of the week he had been miles away dealing with earthquake relief. And second, he was NOT checking her out! 

  “I don’t need your help asking a girl out!” he snapped before grabbing his plate standing up. Sometimes Kirishima’s pushy personality was so annoying. Walking over to the table the young woman was sitting at he sat down

  “Nice shirt” 

  “Do you like Gojira?” she lit up as he spoke to her as she put her phone away. That was a good sign. 

  “Yes.” 

  “Have you seen them in concert?” 

  “Yes.” 

  She nodded, “Me too, it was probably one of the best. It was Knotfest and some guy broke his nose in the mosh pit.” she paused stumbling over her words slightly before looking at him, obviously unsure what the Japanese word would be.

  “Moshpit,” he said nodding 

  “Oh ok, it was a lot of fun.” 

  “You don’t look like the kind of girl to like Metal,” Bakugou said studying her. While he had only seen her around a few times she always seemed very put together. Dressed in bright colors normally very girly looking with her purple ombre and perfect makeup.  She chuckled awkwardly, putting some hair behind her ear. 

  “I don’t listen to it on the regular but the best concerts I have been to are Metal ones. What bands do you like?” 

  “The classes are a good go-to, Metallica, Iron Maiden, even Slayer, but I like Meshugah and Lamb of God too,” he said sandwich forgotten. At the time he hadn’t noticed it but he found talking to her so easy. Her questions always open-ended, giving him a reason to tell her about himself. Something later on he learned to really appreciate. She had a way of really listening to people and asking just the right questions to get what information she wanted. 

  “Oh Lamb of God is insane. They aren’t really as heavy but I have a soft spot for Mastodon.” 

  “Their drummer is pretty good.”

  “Do you play drums?” she asked, cocking her head to one side, catching his comment. 

  “No, I just like songs with good drummers.” 

  “I’m here for a good drum solo” she nodded, “I always wanted to play but I’m also super uncoordinated.” 

  “It’s not that hard,” Bakugou said picking up his sandwich again taking a bite as if he was making some sort of point. 

  “How are you enjoying San Diego?” she asked following his social que and taking a bite of her salad. 

  “Well, I spent most of it in a pit.” 

  “Oh true, well at least you have a few days off, anything planned?” 

   He shook his head trying not to think about the fact that she had noticed him around too. Well, they did have that conversation two days ago at Starbucks.

  “Well I recommend trying a California Burrito or any Mexican because you are here. Beaches are pretty, OH! Actually you and your friend should go to Hodad's, it's kind of a San Diego staple. What do you like to do?” her words coming out in a rush of excitement.  

  He shrugged, “I mostly work and train at home.”

  “There are some nice hikes by the beaches.”

  “You like the beach?” 

  “Yeah why?” she blinked, confused by the sharp question. Trying to think why he would be asking her that. 

  “You keep bringing it up.”

  She giggled shrugging, “The ocean cleanses you. It’s calming. And I’m sure you need to relax after saving the world.”

  “I’m not saving the world just your border.” 

  “Well, it's some people’s worlds you are saving.”   

  “I guess” he shrugged unsure what to say. She was right of course. That was his job. To save people’s lives and in a way their worlds. 

  Another lull and she poked at her salad taking a few bites. It was then he realized he didn’t know her name. Assuming it wasn’t Grape. But he had no idea how to ask.

  “Ground Zero,” she said slowly, “Do you prefer that, or your name?” 

  “You can call me Bakugou.” 

  “Thank you” she paused for a moment, “You can call me Olive.” 

  “I thought it was Grape,” Bakugou said, deciding now that he knew it wasn’t Grape, he could poke a bit of fun at her name and their last encounter. However Olive seemed unphased. 

  “Oh yeah!” she burst out laughing shaking her head, “It’s kind of a joke between me and the Starbucks barista. Every time I go in she comes up with a new food name for me.” 

  “That’s stupid, why not just use your name?” 

  “ Why else does anyone do anything? Because it makes us laugh.” 

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  Olive had fallen asleep hours ago but Bakugou couldn’t seem to drift off. With her body curled up next to his was just too much. After everything they had been through, knowing how much farther they had to go. All he wanted to do was pull her to him. Kiss her. Feel her around him. Remind her how much he loved her. How he could make her feel. Show her just how much he loved her. 

  It was like his body on was on fire having her that close. 

  He couldn’t take it. 

  Getting up he slowly disappeared from the bedroom going into the personal gym that was on the far right end of the hallway. If he couldn’t sleep at least he could work out. Starting with a low run on the treadmill he placed his headphones in letting the music pound through his ears. Angel of Death by Slayer blasted in his ears as he took to a fast run letting his feet rush forward. Pushing, fighting through whatever burning frustration that was trying to consume him.  

  Control, he just wanted something he could control. 

  He was lifting weights when he felt her presence. Turning he saw her standing in the doorway watching him rubbing her eyes. Arms wrapped around herself, her dark hair messy from sleep. It made his heart skip at the sight. Like some stupid highschool girl. 

  “Why are you up?” she asked blinking owlishly at him.

  “Couldn’t sleep, just go back to bed.” 

  Guilt was written all over her face. She was biting her top lip studying him unsure what to do. He had seen that look before. The one where she was trying to decide to just leave it or force him to open up to her. 

  Letting out a long sigh he sat up wiping away the sweat from his face. “Just go back to bed, I’ll be right there.” 

  “I… ok” she said, slowly walking back to the bed. 

  After a quick shower, Bakugou went back to the bedroom to find Olive sitting up fighting sleep worry still etching on her features. “Oh stop it” he chastised, rubbing his still wet hair with a towel. Throwing it into the basket he crawled up into the bed next to her. She watched him as he settled in before finally speaking.  

  “How… how do we normally sleep?” she asked, determination in her voice. A force of nature. He knew that voice. She wasn’t a pushy person but she was a fighter. She was stubborn in her convictions and would do whatever she could to fix something. When they would fight he would scream and yell and she would just sit there arms crossed until he was done and then ask what needed to change. What needed to be fixed. 

  “You are basically on top of me” he admits knowing she will know if he is lying. Not that he ever would. He wasn’t a liar, and even if he was he could never lie to her. 

  She giggled at that nodding. “Eliott used to say I would chase him around the bed.” she was too tired to try and cover up his name. Dance around it. 

  “Yeah,” Bakugou nodded, laying down on his side. “I don’t mind.” it was more of an invitation. A prayer. He wanted to feel her in his arms again. Feel her legs tangled up in his. They used to end up in the strangest positions all twisted up so in the morning he wasn’t sure where she would begin and where he would end. 

  Scooting up Olive curled up into his chest. Her soft smell filled him. Sweet and clean like the color pink and summertime at the beach. Sugar covered fruit and cool water.  Gently he ran his callus fingertips over her arm. Enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin and for a moment he forgot she didn’t know him anymore. That it was just another late-night cuddle session that he was being (not so) begrudgingly forced into. 

  Bakugou woke up to his alarm going off. Letting out a soft moan he stretched, feeling his wife’s body cuddle closer to him. Her arm draped over his chest. Looking down he couldn’t help but smile running his fingers through her hair letting the dark black and rainbow colors play as they fell onto her back. 

  She stirred at the sound of his alarm mumbling as she reached out feeling his body under her fingers. Letting out a content sigh she pulled herself closer only to then have her hand move slowly up his torso feeling his taut stomach and abs. 

  Letting out a squeak she jumped away, eyes adjusting as she fully woke up. Blinking at him as if looking at a stranger in her bed. 

  Which, -he painfully reminded himself- he was. 

  “Morning,” he grumbled slowly pulling himself out of bed. She watched him for a moment pulling herself together trying to piece together reality from whatever dream she had been waking from. She had never been a morning person. Lilly had jokingly called her Zombie Olive, warning Bakugou that she wouldn’t be fully coherent until at least 2 hours after she woke up. 

  “Morning Katsuki,” she said hesitantly, “did you sleep ok?”

  “Yeah, you?” 

  “I made a few mistakes,” she smiled at him, jumping out of the bed almost tripping over the sheets that were tangled around her feet. He turned fighting back a smile. 

  She was still there. Slowly but surely cracking open. 

  After doing their morning routines the couple reconvened in the kitchen. Bakugou whipping up some eggs with furikake. 

  “So what are your plans for today?” Olive asked, taking a bite of her food watching him as he plated his own breakfast.

  “Just work, I’ll be back late” 

  she nodded, “I’ll probably call Lilly and then read my books,” she flashed him a toothy grin, “I need to know what ideas I have written and what I need to get back into.” 

  “Good luck with that,” he said “I think it was a Western.” 

  “Oh really?” 

  “You don’t talk too much about your stories but you did tell me that.” 

  “Do you read them?” she asked her face slightly flushed at the thought. While she was fine with strangers reading her slutty stories she had always found it hard to have people she knew read them. It was just kind of weird. Like her stories were a different person, not really Olive. Which was why she used a pen name, Delilah Flint.” 

  “Not really,” he wanted to add that he had the real thing. The woman behind the stories was always up for an adventure to try new things. Why would he want to read about some dirty cowboy plowing his soulmate - or whatever - when he could just do it himself? 

  Not that there was a lot of that going on right now though. 

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  The office was a bit busier than he remembered. 

  “Morning bro, how’s Olive?” Kirishima asked, holding up some files as Bakugou walked into their agency. Well, it was Bakugou’s agency but Kirishima shared it because they worked well together and figured why not. 

  “Not crying,” Bakugou said, “she seemed excited last night to read her stories since she couldn’t remember them, something about reading them for the first time.” 

  Kirishima chuckled, “Maybe we should have her meet Deku again, start that over again.” 

  Bakugou frowned at the memory. They had met at a UA reunion almost year after Bakugou and Olive had started dating. Olive had been drunk and Deku had found it hilarious to poke fun at Bakugou. Telling the first girl Bakugou had ever been interested in, about Bakugou's very angry childhood. Unfouranity for the previous number one hero he didn’t realize that Olive was a mama bear when it came to the people she loved. And even if they were in the wrong no one spoke poorly about them.

  “Oh by the way.” Kirishima said, handing him some files, “We got statements from the police from the robbers. Apparently that third guy… he only spoke English.”

  “What?” 

  “Yeah, the one who hired them only spoke English. I thought it was weird since…”

  “Olive was the only one who lost her memory?” 

  “Her and the guards but theirs was only for a few moments.” Kirishima paused looking at the files that were slowly starting to smoke in his best friend’s hand. “Hey man… uhhh do you want me to take those?” 

  Bakugou felt a rage wash over him. Was this an attack on Olive? There was no way. How would someone even know she was at the mall? There had been a witness who had told the police she had helped a mother and two kids get out before running back to try to help someone else. But that was it. He had just assumed that she had run into the thieves and since they couldn’t lay their hands on her due to her quirk they used a memory wipe. 

 His phone dinged breaking through his thoughts. Turning he noticed that Kirishima was holding the files waving them, the edges singed slightly.  Glancing down at his phone he noticed it was the very woman he was thinking about. 

  Olive: "Hey do you know what my computer password is?" 

  Bakugou: Doley11 

  Olive: You're the best thank you!!!

  He frowned looking down at the phone then shot back another text realizing something. She didn’t know anything, 

  Bakugou: We have an alarm system in the apartment so don't leave I'll show you how to use it when I get back

  "Ok"

  Bakugou: And the stove can get tricky so call me if you need help. 

  Bakugou: Actually my assistant's name is Kygome. 

  Quickly he texted off his assistant's number 

  Bakugou: If you can't figure something outcall her if you can't reach me 

  Bakugou: But text me first 

  Olive looked down at her phone as the slur of texts came pouring in. From the few days, she had known Katsuki she could tell he was a man of words and less emotions (except for annoyance, he seemed to have that in spades)  but… this was kind of cute. He was worried about her. 

  But also what had she done before to warrant this kind of worry? She was a bit of a dumbass, sure, but also-- he needed to relax. 

  Olive: Thank you, I'm in the computer now and lucky me I still label my password doc the same so I should be good as for everything else I'm tough I got this!

  Settling in she pulled up the document titled “Dragon Dick FINAL” this looked promising. started to read. 

  Meanwhile, Bakugou was working with his team about maybe taking a few days off. The thought of leaving Olive alone not knowing anything starting to get to him. He needed to make sure she was safe first. He could work remotely for a few days. Besides if this guy really was after his wife he needed to make sure he kept her close. 

  He had already failed her once. He wasn’t going to do that again. 

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❧ genre:  tattoo-shop/hitmen au | tattoo artist/hitman kirishima 

❧ fic warning: major character(s) death; happy ending

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"Oh, so you're also art dealers?"

Shouto nodded, "Yes. Mostly me and Izuku here handle the big deals and trades, we've pretty much covered every inch of Japan now. Even a few states in America. It was my father's business before it was passed onto me. I've gathered this crew of artists throughout my years and asked each and every one of them to be a part of it with me. All of us have some sort of connection with each other, be it art or our upbringing."

You pursed your lips and nodded. It made sense you guessed, why not open a tattoo shop on the side to always have a steady flow of business. Your brow quirked when you realized that this also meant that all these men had to be filthy rich. Art dealers and the market for such items was a very lavish and expensive market, most pieces just started out at the millions. It being a shared business among them all, there was no doubt they each got some sort of commission, especially since Bakugou, Sero and Kirishima ran this tattoo shop while Shouto and Deku were on business trips.

"So, you're all kind of like this big art mafia huh?"

Izuku choked on his tea, causing you to whip your head in his direction and immediately locate some napkins from one of the counters before going back to sit by his side. You gently wiped his lips dry as you softly pat his back.

"Sorry, that was just uh – funny," Izuku replied with a cough.

You smirked and ruffled his green hair after handing over the napkins and crossed your leg to look at Shouto. He rose a brow towards you and walked from his spot on the wall and towards the rolling stool that sat by his tattoo chair. His foot kicked it your way and he followed it, you watched the angelic man lower and sit on the black cushion before you. Once Shouto's heterochromatic eyes looked up to meet yours, you felt your heart stop briefly from how powerful they were but you still managed a soft smile.

"I like to refer to us as a 'family'. We all watch after and take care of each other, everyone has their place and their role in this shop, even you."

You placed your hand to your chest, motioning to yourself and chuckled. 

"Me? I've only been here a month Shouto, I just run errands, clean, make appointments and bring some femininity to the place. I don't place works of art onto people's skin, adorn them with pretty metal and crystals, or have the balls to deal with the likes of the art trading market. I'm just – (Y/N)."

Deku chuckled next to you and grabbed your hand from your chest, holding it on his knee and squeezing it. You had literally just met the man maybe twenty minutes ago and you were showing affection like you've known each other for years. 

This shop was so strange to you sometimes, these beautifully tattooed men all just connected with you almost instantly and you with them. It felt like somehow you had some connection already to this shop but you didn't know how. 

A smile crossed your face as Deku brushed your skin with his thumb.

"Kacchan insisted that you work here (Y/N), Kacchan! He's not the easiest person to win over, at all."

A laugh left your lips and you clicked your tongue, "I think you mean that red-headed asshole down the hall isn't the easiest to win over. Kacchan was nothing."

Shouto and Deku looked at each other, both slightly confused. The Kirishima they knew wasn't what you'd call an 'asshole', he was rough sometimes but never did he meet a stranger that he couldn't befriend. From the looks of it earlier, Kiri actually seemed quiet taken with you as you healed him, only confusing Shouto even further. 

Maybe there is something Bakugou didn't mention that caused you to form such an opinion? 

The two-toned man brushed it out of his mind for now though, who liked each other or not wasn't the topic he was on.

"What Izuku means is that Bakugou doesn't just let people in within a flash, especially when it comes to this shop. When I'm away, you can say that Bakugou is in charge around here. He takes pride in this shop, in his friends. To tell you the truth, when Kirishima first brought up the idea of hiring someone for this position you have, Bakugou was the one 100% against it. He doesn't like just random people coming into our shop and becoming this very important part of it. So when he practically threatened to 'blow my fucking face off into oblivion and beyond' over you, a random girl, I found it odd."

(E/c) eyes blinked at Shouto, you were sort of dumbfounded right now and confused. Bakugou was shoving this job down your throat the moment he saw you, he went as far as to send two of his very own men to beg that you come back. If he was against it in the first place, why did he suddenly go all out for it when he met you?

"We like to say that Kacchan has like a sixth sense or a third eye," Deku finally spoke and broke your sea of thoughts. "He can sense these strange things, like when something good or bad is about to happen, or if someone he meets is of value or not, if that makes sense. Bottom line is, he saw something in you, something that told him that not only the shop needed you but we needed you."

You smirked and pinched Deku's freckled cheek as he took it upon himself to try and help you see things clearly. You sort of got it, but it still boggled your mind as to why? 

"Maybe it's my quirk, he did say that it would be perfect for this place," you thought while biting at your lip. 

You turned your head to look at Shouto when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, he looked at you with a subtle smile.

"You're a lot more than you think (Y/N). You help this shop run, you also help heal people, I've heard and I saw it with my own eyes. You are special and you are part of this 'art mafia', family, whatever you want to call it. That means every single one of us are watching out for you and have your back, so if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask or to talk with one of us."

Sighing, you looked from Shouto and back to Deku who gave you the cutest smile. You placed a hand on his cheek and pinched before letting him go. Looking to Shouto you smiled and placed your hand over his on your shoulder, squeezing it and nodding.

"Thank you Shouto and Deku. That really means a lot."

You and Shouto removed your hands and you sat there, a relieved breath leaving you as you looked around the studio. 

"So, do either of you tattoo?"

"Oh – Shouto here tattoos, I actually just help with the finances and stuff, all the paper work and numbers. I used to do your job when we were in town."

"I'm guessing you're a hard artist to get an appointment with then," you asked looking at Shouto.

He smiled and rose from his stool and walked over to the desk in the corner going to answer a text he received on his phone that sat on it, "Sometimes. I also just have my certain loyal customers and don't take many new ones. Why are you inquiring?"

Your shoulders shrugged and you hummed, you kind of were, maybe not right now but eventually you wanted to have something done by everyone in the shop, even by Bakugou. You wanted something to keep forever that reminded you of this wonderful little shop and these amazing men, life was very uncertain for you right now. You didn't exactly know whether you were staying or going.

"One day I'd love to! Actually, do either of you have your own tattoos? I haven't seen anything yet, but – you're also covered in clothes."

Deku chuckled and removed the hoodie he wore, revealing a loose over-sized grey shirt that hung from his body. On his forearm you immediately spotted a tattoo, it was of a green oni mask with a samurai helmet and swords crisscrossing behind it. You smiled at the color and looked to see that Deku's arms and hands were littered with scars. How you didn't see the ones on his hands before blew your mind, maybe because now you saw so many.

"Oh my god, Deku, what happened to you," you blurted out and grabbed his tattooed arm, fingers running over his scars gently.

The male had to take a second from the sudden contact of your skin to his so intimately. His free hand came up to tousle his hair and he forced down the pink that dusted his cheeks. 

"Oh uh – that's just from growing up and getting used to my quirk, among other things. I pushed myself and my limits too hard sometimes."

You pouted and counted scar after scar, you could tell he was only telling a fraction of the truth, some of the scars looked fresh probably by a few weeks. If he didn't want to delve into it though you didn't want to push it. 

He asked if you wanted to see his other tattoos and you nodded with a smile before letting go of his arm. Seconds later your eyes widened when his hands gathered the fabric of his loose shirt and started to pull it up his body. You really did try to look everywhere except his body but it was so difficult.

A sheepish chuckle came out of you as you brushed back a lock of hair, "I uh – don't have any cash on me right now Deku or else I'd make it rain. Like how are you so built?"

The male laughed as his shirt was removed from his body and bunched up on his forearms. Even if you called Deku a 'small' green bean, he was in actuality much bigger than you, in height and bulk. He was very muscular but a lean muscular, very attractive and handsome. Honestly you just wanted to stare all day and possibly touch him. Even more scars littered his chest, one very large scar started at his shoulder and went down to his elbow. 

Deku turned around and you gasped when he gave you his back. A beautiful and extremely detailed samurai warrior with sword in hand was inked into his skin, a Japanese temple was in the background and there was lots of shading to bring a dark and dreary tone to the piece. It looked as if someone took a poster and just plastered it on Deku's sculpted back, it was that perfect.

"I still think that's some of my best work," Shouto finally spoke for the first time during all of this.

Jaw dropping and looking back and forth from the tattoo to Shouto you pointed at the ink, "You did this? Are you serious?"

The man in question nodded and smirked, standing from the desk and ducking his cell into his pocket, Shouto walked over next to you and looked. 

"It definitely wasn't a one day thing, this piece took a few months to finish, you know to let everything breathe and heal properly and also between our business ventures."

Deku gasped when your cold fingers ran all over his back, tracing out the imagery and leaning close to really take it all in. His heart started to pound as you curiously felt on his skin, fingers feather-light. You 'oh'd' and 'ah'd' as Shouto explained the shading and lines and what spots were a bitch to do.

"Wow, it's really stunning Shouto, great job! Do you all just tattoo each other?"

Both men nodded and Deku put his shirt back on and turned around to face you and Shouto. 

"Shouto did the back piece, Kirishima did my forearm and Kirishima did Shouto's pieces."

Before you could even ask what Shouto had as his tattoo's or even become lucky enough to have him strip before you, the door to his studio slammed open and there stood Bakugou. His eyes scanned the room looking for something, stopping when they found you. For some reason you froze before smirking at him, gaining a cocky smile in return.

"I hope you aren't trading me in for these fucking extra's already princess, I haven't even had my fun with you yet," he commented while brushing past Deku and towards you.

Your hand flattened on the blonde's chest stopping him before you, his face still leaned close and you could smell his intoxicating sweet scent as you locked eyes with each other. 

"I haven't traded any one in for anything because I don't belong to any of you. And if you or anyone wants to 'have fun with me' then all you have to do is let me know a time and a place ... Kacchan!"

The growing smile on Bakugou's face quickly turned sour. 

"The fuck did you just call me," he asked with a husky voice that sent shivers down your spine.

You smiled and walked your fingers up the blonde's chest and neck to his face as you repeated yourself and spaced out your syllables. 

"I. Said. Kacchan."

Deku let out a squeak making the blonde turn his face and glare thus giving you a window to hurry and escape your death with a scream. Your feet bolted for the door and around the corner to run down the hall, you heard small popping noises and a "die" following fast after you. Tears streamed from your face from how hard you laughed, looking back you stuck out your tongue and flipped Bakugou two middle fingers, only making him accelerate faster. When you turned your head back forward you gasped upon seeing Denki in the way and tried to stop but collided into him with a hard thud. He grunted but stood his ground and quirked a brow.

"Don't you fucking let her go Pikachu, keep her right there!"

Your eyes widened looking back at Bakugou and you tried to run but Denki grabbed your shoulders and turned you around, pulling your back into his chest, doing as Bakugou instructed.

"Denki you fucking traitor, I thought you loved me!"

A laugh came from the golden-haired man, "I do love you lil'mama, but I kind of love living more."

Whining, your eyes squeezed shut as Bakugou zeroed in on you, his boots literally squeaking as he came to a stop before you. He leaned forward real close to where his lips touched the shell of your ear, you physically shuddered at the feeling of his warm breath and let out a curse that made him chuckle.

"Got the balls to repeat that princess?"

You smirked and chuckled yourself before making a bold move and licking up the blondes cheek, "Did I fucking stutter, Kacchan?"

Behind you Denki was shaking with laughter, "Ooh!"

"Kaminari, hold her still," were the last words you heard before strong and merciless fingers were at your sides and under your arms violently tickling you.

Denki kept a strong grip on your arms and placed the front of his feet over yours to keep you from kicking. Cries and sheer laughter erupted from within you, Bakugou mentioned that all you had to do was beg and ask nicely for him to stop and he would. You were too prideful though and refused to bow down to him.

"Never you fucking pomeranian!

The torture ensued tenfold. Your abdomen contracted as you tried to hunch over and hide your body but neither of the boys let up.

"The longer you drag this out the longer you go without food!"

Your lips pouted between laughing and you tried to bat your lashes, "Katsu that's not fair, I'm starving and this moron almost killed me today!"

Bakugou smiled at the little nickname you spoke for him, it had his blood pumping even more and he wanted to hear it again. 

"Fine then, don't beg or ask nicely. Just same my name like that one more time and I'll stop."

Trying to catch your breath between squeals and giggles you smirked at the blonde before you and rolled your eyes. 

"Fine. Please Katsu," you whined with pouty lips.

The blonde stopped and snapped his fingers, making Denki release you. Off balance you almost fell to the floor but Bakugou helped and caught you, his massive hands grabbing the side of your shoulders and bringing you close to his chest, your hands balled up against your own and you smiled and panted looking at him. 

"What, does that float your boat?"

"That wasn't even my name but I’m turned on," Denki interrupted.

You snorted and Bakugou couldn't help to crack his own laugh at the idiot you each called your friend. Before Bakugou could even get a word out or try to snap back at you a voice caught your ear.

"What the hell is going on?"

You looked to see Kirishima walking into the kitchen from the hall and suddenly felt like you were caught doing something wrong. Bakugou smirked and quickly grabbed your hips before hoisting you up and over his shoulder, earning a yelp as you squirmed. His hand landed a firm smack on your ass for the second time that day. You growled and punched his own ass but failed from the lack of force behind your swing.

"We were just rounding everyone up to eat," Bakugou replied with a shit eating grin and turned to walk you into the front lobby area.

You were now facing Kiri as the blonde carried you away, a smile crossed your face and you waved at the red-head. Unlike earlier, he didn't smile back, only looked severely agitated and rolled his eyes. Your head hung low at this and you just went along with the ride.

After eating lunch together in the front of the shop, Kirishima's tattoo appointment arrived causing him to leave the small talk that was going on. Shouto's phone rang and he excused himself to his studio to take it, leaving you, Bakugou, Deku and Denki alone. You sat between Deku and Bakugou on the nice black couch crisscrossed, one knee bouncing and hitting Deku’s. You talked about random things to pass the time until one idea came into your head.

"Hey, Bakugou," you called out turning to the blonde next to you.

He quirked a brow while drinking from his water bottle and wiped his mouth when he was done. "Drop that shit."

"Hah?"

"The fucking name, just use my given one, it's shorter for you to say."

A smile crossed your face and you leaned over placing your head on Bakugou's arm. "Aww, okay Katsuki! Anyway, would you ever pierce me?"

"With fucking pleasure!"

Sitting back up straight you turned more to fully face him, "What would you suggest? I don't really want a cliché belly button piercing."

Bakugou turned his head to look at you, he focused mainly on your face. His hand came up and grabbed your chin, the pad of his thumb ran across your bottom lip and he smiled. 

"You have these really fucking nice lips, I wouldn't want to ruin them with any snake bites or some shit but a little Monroe right here," he poked at the skin on your upper lip, "would really bring more focus to them."

His hand cupped your jaw and turned your face side to side gently, "If you wanted another, I'd say a simple nose ring. Your face is too pretty to fuck up with anything more than that."

You smiled and grabbed Bakugou's wrist, brushing his skin with your thumb, "Aww Katsu, are you just trying to get into my pants?"

The blonde smirked and brushed your own skin, "Obviously – but I'm also not a liar, I wouldn't say mushy shit like that if I didn't mean it, so be grateful!"

You smiled and leaned forward to kiss his cheek and sat back again. The thought of either piercing intrigued you. The more time you spent at the shop the more you wanted another tattoo or piercing. You felt naked when all the guys were around you, covered heavily in ink of their own and you were just - plain.

As you thought more, Shouto happened to walk back in and he rubbed the side of his neck when everyone but you looked at him. He subtly brushed the tip of his nose with his thumb, causing the three men before him to look at each other. You finally looked around and to Shouto and smiled. Bakugou sighed and stood from the couch, stretching and cracking the bones in his neck. Deku stood up next and you looked between them both.

"What's up guys?"

A hand gripped your knee and you looked to see Bakugou leaning down and close with a smile. 

"We have to go handle some business really quick, I'll pierce you next time princess."

You couldn't even get a word out before Bakugou placed a quick peck to your cheek and walked away. A weird feeling came over you and you grabbed Deku's hand when he went to follow, he grunted as you stopped him and turned around.

"Uh – be careful okay? It's getting late and the weather gets worse, so drive safely."

The green-haired man smiled before leaning over and placing a kiss to your head, "We'll be fine (Y/N), no worries!"

It had been a good two hours since Shouto, Deku and Bakugou left. The shop was slow and quiet with only one artist in who was currently finishing up the client he had. To curb your boredom, you and Denki decided to watch some anime at the counter together. You learned that most of the boys for the majority were nerds just like you, especially Denki. The golden-haired man was definitely one of your closest friends now and the two of you literally did everything together.

"I'll go beyond the limit break! The universe is mine to take! I have no fear, AH! I think it's clear, AH! Let's take it up into high gear! Oh this is Dragon Ball Super, we got the skills to blow them all away," you and Denki screamed singed on your stools, punching the air and each other.

Around that time Kirishima's client had walked out and to the counter to pay for their tattoo, catching all your hype. Of course neither you nor Denki were ashamed and you proceeded to take the gentlemen's payment . After he was taken care of and left, you followed behind to close and lock the door and flip the open sign over to signal the shop was now closed. Your feet skipped back behind the counter to watch the show with Denki, a few minutes later Kirishima appeared running a hand through his red thick spiky locks.

"What the fuck are you two screaming about up here?"

"Just some Dragon Ball, wanna watch Kiri," you questioned with a smile.

He quirked a brow and shook his head. 

An excited knock on the door broke all of your attention, making you jump as you looked up to see Sero outside with a massive smile. You immediately yelled out his name with excitement and left your stool to go let him in. Red eyes watching in envy at your adoration for the black-haired man. 

When Sero entered you hugged each other close and kissed cheeks. With an arm draped over your shoulder the two of you walked back to the counter and you helped to brush off a few snow flakes from his coat.

"How has your day off been Sero," you asked with a smile.

"It was boring to say the least, got a few errands done and just chilled. How was your day beautiful?"

At that moment you and Denki zeroed in on each other, eyes squinting and jaws clenching. Your fingers flew up to point at each other and in unison you both replied. 

"He/She set the kitchen on fire!"

Thus ensued the fight between the two of you as he tried to pin the whole situation on you. Sero knew better though, he even mentioned how Denki was technically banned from using the toaster anyway because of his dangerous ways of cooking. This only infuriated you more and caused you to shake his shoulders and make him have whiplash all over again. 

Sero laughed his ass off as he watched and Kirishima also chuckled. It humored him to see you all worked up, eyes wild and nonsense spewing from your lips. He pictured you as a little puppy trying to show how big and bad they were, it was quite adorable.

Finally, Sero stepped in and pried away your hands that were now on Denki's throat. 

"Alright, alright, so I take it today has been a day huh? I heard that Shouto and Deku are back, you met them?"

"Tch, did she ever, she was practically suffocating poor Izuku with her tits," Denki replied.

You went to kick at him but he dodged and stuck a pierced tongue out at you, Sero contained you, holding your back to his chest in a hug.

"You're just jealous Denki because now that little green bean is going to get all my attention."

"You're damn right I'm jealous! Until he showed up back, I was the shop heart throb!"

Kirishima and Sero snorted with laughter and Sero placed his hands on your shoulders, one going to ruffle your hair, "I'm sorry bro, but I think she stole that title from you."

You smiled with pride and thanked Sero for the compliment.

Suddenly Denki fell to his knees and crawled until he was hugging yours and fake crying. 

"I defended your honor though, don't let some freckles and green hair make you forget about your first true love! I can share you!"

You rolled your eyes and ran a hand through the golden hair, gripping and pulling the groveling man's head back. "I could never forget you Denki, trust me!"

"So does that mean I get to suffocate in your perfect boobs too?"

Before you could even reply both Sero and Kirishima took it upon themselves to smack the shit out of Denki. 

"You're fucking gross sometimes man," Kirishima growled.

You couldn't help but chuckle as the two men gave Denki what he deserved, you honestly weren't really offended, it's just how Denki was but it was nice to have Kirishima stand up for you for once. 

Holding up your hands you called off your two guard dogs and helped Denki back up to his feet. He pouted and laid his head on your shoulder, making you awe and hug him.

"I'm sorry cutie, that was shitty of me to say."

A sweet giggle rung in his ear and you patted his back. "It's okay Denki, I could never stay mad at you. You do know you're pretty much friend-zoned though, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I still want love too; these assholes aren't nice to me like you."

Sero and Kirishima groaned and threw their hands up while Denki started to gripe and whine, telling his sob story of being the shop bitch. You laughed and continued to coddle the man in your arms, listening to his fake cries while he hugged you back.

"You guys should be ashamed of yourself tearing down this man's pride and dignity, look at him, how could you be so mean to such a cute face," you cooed and took Denki's face in your hands squishing his cheeks.

"Tch, what little pride and dignity he had to start off with," Kirishima chuckled with Sero.

As the two continued to tease their friend, you continued to comfort him, trying to hide your own giggles. Denki was smiling and eating it up though, giving his two younger peers a middle finger. Finally all of you calmed down and you got around to asking why Sero even showed up so late.

"Well I was coming to pick up this fool, I also wanted to see if everyone wanted to come and hangout at our place tonight. We can get some pizza and drinks. Since you started working here, we haven't all really hung out much outside of work you know."

You smiled and nodded with excitement, "Oh that sounds fun, I'd love to!"

Sero grinned and nudged Kirishima, "You in too?"

The red-head rubbed the side of his neck and thought it over, his eyes met yours and he froze from you staring at him as if silently pleading that he agreed. He was groaning on the inside but he sighed and nodded.

"Sure, I gotta get my shit cleaned up first though, so one of you come help please," he requested, turning to walk back down the hall.

"I'll go help him," you chimed.

Denki and Sero nodded, "Okay then, I think we're gonna leave and go get the food and drinks. You can catch a ride to our place with him, if he tries to say anything about it just tell him to suck it up and call me if he really wants to be an ass about it."

After gifting each other kisses on the cheek and hugs, Denki and Sero left the shop and you locked the door behind them. Turning around and leaning against it you took a deep breath before walking off towards the hall and to Kirishima's studio. When you entered he was tossing out his used ink cups and looked up at you before looking away. You swallowed thickly and went to help him out by grabbing the disinfectant spray and spraying down his tattoo chair.

"Uh – the guys left to get a few things and said I could just catch a ride with you, you know since I decided to walk today," you softly spoke and gritted your teeth, body tensing up and waiting on some type of cold and harsh reply.

"That's fine little one."

"So, art dealers, that's what you fucking told her?"

Shouto nodded at Bakugou's question, removing the charred sweater from his body and tossed it into the large drum that sat next to a table full of blades and saws, even an electric one.

"That's all I could tell her, she's only been here a month Bakugou, give it some time before we really reveal who we truly are. I know you see something in her, but I still need to evaluate her myself before we tell her anything."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and examined the tools of torture on the table before him. Sobs and screams of pure agony mixed with the heavy music playing in the background making him smirk. He turned to see Deku grinning as he slowly peeled off the fingernails of the man bolted to a chair. Blood staining his grey over-sized shirt, small splatters dusted across his freckled face while he screamed with the man manically. Once Deku tore off the last nail he tossed it into a pile of the others and stood back to enjoy his handy-work.

"No one is going to hear you way out here you fucking animal, keep screaming, I bet I can scream louder," Deku challenged.

The blonde appeared next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'm guessing that lead you two followed didn't turn up shit huh?"

Deku shook his head and scratched his temple with the bloody pliers in his hands, leg swinging out to kick the chair, making the victim in it cry out more.

"No, it was a bust. We tracked down this petty little gang for nearly a month only to find out they just sell dope on the side. They weren't exactly killers so we just dropped it. Now we're back where we started, I feel like we're never going to find the bastard that killed Yagi."

"We'll find them, we just need a break for now and time to gather new intel," Shouto spoke and walked up with a butchering saw propped on his shoulder.

He stood there with his other hand on his hip, the broken and bleeding man before him took in the tattoos that covered his arms and chest. 

It was all brushwork, like Japanese calligraphy that danced from Shouto's elbows and up his arms to his shoulders and chest. But on each side the brushwork morphed into different colored oni mask's once you looked at his pectorals. An elegant yet still intimidating white mask was inked on his right one, what looked like crystals of ice dripped from it. On the right, a fierce red one engulfed in a beautiful flame stared back at him. 

All three men looked terrifying and were terrifying. The blonde looked smug in his black tank that dipped low in the front to reveal grenades and roses among explosions. The green-haired male at first looked like he wouldn't hurt a fly but so far, he was the most sadistic of the three.

"W-Who are you, what do you want with me!"

Bakugou clicked his tongue and tilted his head. 

"We're the fuckers that are going to end your miserable life, the same way you ended those two young ladies who were just walking home from dinner. My pal Deku here is going to peel off your toe-nails next, then we'll start disassembling you finger by finger, toe by toe, limb by limb until your shitty body fills up this bin over here and we dispose of you properly. Anymore questions?"

[theolddarkmachine]

Imaginary- Chapter Eight

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Also on AO3

A/N: Would you believe I got this all done in one day? It’s like I can almost keep up with my own writing schedule XD Anyway, please know that I really love Eri and would 100% protect her with my life.

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Katsuki doesn’t know why he went with the lie.

He still doesn’t know why Midoriya Izuku can see him.

Most importantly, he doesn’t know why the fuck he’s in the Midoriya household, sitting at their dining table eating semi stale chocolate chip cookies and pretending to like coffee, while also pretending to know anything about Eri’s progress at daycare.

Katsuki supposes he can just go ahead and add that to the ever growing list of things he apparently doesn’t know. What the hell was one more item anyway?

“It’s funny how we bought your grandma’s house,” Midoriya chuckles, ripping him from the depths of his thoughts. His eyes watch him closely as he blows over his coffee before taking a sip. Sitting across the table from him, Midoriya is still in that damned worn tank top, and still distracting. Even more so now that Katsuki can’t help the way his gaze helplessly tracks his throat as he swallows the hot liquid.

This had been the last thing he’d expected when he’d woken up this morning and decided to bit the bullet and make his return.

He was Bakugou damn Katsuki after all, and he was one of the best god damn imaginary friends out there. A green haired nerd of a father seeing him wasn’t going to keep him from doing his job.

That’s exactly what he had told himself as he’d gotten ready, ignoring the slight pulse of his brain against his skull thanks to the the previous night’s alcohol.

It’s what he had continued to tell himself as he’d finally make his way over to the Midoriyas.

And that’s what he tried to remind himself as Midoriya himself had stood there looking wholly indecent on his front step.

Averting his eyes when the man resurfaces from the edge of his mug, Katsuki takes a sip of his own bitter coffee for something to do, and promptly chokes on the scalding heat.

“Yeah,” he says lamely after catching his breath, voice husky from the coffee’s attempt on his life. “Really funny.”

“Guess that’s a small town for you,” Midoriya hums, happily supplying Katsuki his own cover up for his lie.

“Yeah,” he says again, lower this time as he lets his eyes drag towards where Eri sits between them. With her tongue poking out slightly and a look of concentration across her face, she covers the paper in front of her with marker.

Calm settles out over the room as Katsuki watches Eri add a bright orange butterfly to the corner of her paper. It stretches over the length of several minutes before he sees Midoriya open his mouth, ready to say something, when the sudden loud chirp of his phone causes him to snap it shut.

Turning his attention from the paper, Katsuki watches as he stands, letting his gaze linger as Midoriya walks to the counter and picks up his cellphone. His brows pinch together as he looks down at the screen.

“Sorry, I got to take this,” he says, not bothering to wait for Katsuki’s nod before answering and walking out of the kitchen. The sudden urgency in his voice causes Eri to look up from her work just in time to see him leave.

“Hey, brat,” Katsuki mutters, pulling her attention away from the entrance of the kitchen where Midoriya’s voice is just a dull hum. A small frown plays across her lips as she looks up to him with darkened eyes.

That just won’t fucking do, he thinks silently to himself before contorting his face into something ridiculous. There’s a momentary hesitation as Eri looks on before she laughs loudly. Settling his face back into an approximation of his usual steely look— even as his lips curve upward slightly— he grabs for a marker. Popping the cap, he starts to add a doodle beside her colorful rainbow.

Smile pulling wider as she watches him, she leans back down to continue decorating the paper beside him.

It isn’t until several minutes later that Katsuki feels the heat of a weighted stare on him, brushing his skin with a firelight glow and raising goosebumps across his arms. Snapping his attention upward, he catches the last vestiges of fondness that still cling to Midoriya’s stare as he stands in the doorway, gaze intent on the scene before him.

An unfamiliar twist rocks deep in his stomach as their eyes meet, and Midoriya nods his head back, beckoning him to come over.

“Mind finishing this off for me?” Katsuki asks Eri, eyes still fixed on her dad as he blindly points at the small dog he’s outlined with the name King Explosion Murder written in block letters beside it.

“Okay!” She cheers, pulling the paper closer to her as she gets to work on making the fearsome dog purple.

The loud sound of the metal chair legs against the linoleum signals his movement as he stands, making his way to where Midoriya stands in the hallway just outside the kitchen. Curiosity fills him with an odd liquid warmth as he stands before the shorter man, still not used to the weight of his gaze finding him instead of looking through him.

“I have a huge favor to ask you,” Midoriya says without preamble, looking just shy of sheepish as a pink flush paints itself across his cheeks. The rush of electric admiration tickles along the edges of Katsuki’s ribs with the realization that Midoriya is a couple inches shorter than him as he looks up.

“Go on,” Katsuki says, voice brusque with his interest as he crosses his arms over his chest in a vain attempt to stop the buzzing in his chest.

“There’s a pretty big wreck about 30 minutes out of town, and we’re the closest police department,” Midoriya starts, rubbing at his arm absently as he keeps his eyes set just over his shoulder. “They need all hands on deck.”

“So you need me to sit in with the kid,” Katsuki finishes for him, watching as the flush goes a deeper shade and makes his freckles stand out more against the pink.

It’s a beautiful shade, a small voice at the back of his head whispers.

Wait, what the fuck?

“Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind,” Midoriya says, shifting his gaze the few inches to the left to catch his ruby touched look dead on. There’s a challenge there, nestled in the depths of his own jewel toned stare as he doesn’t back down, even as his cheeks radiate his chagrin.

“I’d ask my mom, but she’s the next town over with a friend, and I don’t really have anyone else here.”

Breath holding in the base of his throat, Katsuki tilts his head, looking at Midoriya for what feels like the first time. He knows it must take a lot to ask him for the help, if the fire in his eyes is anything to go by, and something about that makes another rumble of warmth go through his chest.

“You don’t know me,” he hears himself say before he can stop the track of his thoughts from falling from his lips. It causes Midoriya to laugh, the sound of it tinged with an odd sort of disbelief as he shakes his head.

“Yeah, but Eri seems to like you well enough,” he replies, eyes shifting to where the young girl is still at the dining table, happily coloring.

Decision makes his gaze bright as he returns it to Katsuki.

“Between you and me, she seems to like you so much that she named her imaginary friend after you.”

Quick panic shocks all of Katsuki’s senses as the statement too close to the truth.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, especially since it must be your day off, but please,” Midoriya’s voice goes soft and hopeful. Mouth going dry as he finds himself pinned beneath a vast forest of green, Katsuki nods his head dumbly.

“Yeah, alright,” he agrees quietly.

Looking down as Midoriya’s eyes light up, Katsuki doesn’t know why the bright gratitude slips straight through his rib cage and lands directly at his heart.

Mentally, he adds that to the list.

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I owe you one, Midoriya had said, right after giving him a quick tour of the home and pointing out the location of every one of their emergency first aid kits.

Yes, plural, because apparently on top of being a cop, he was also a top notch worry wart.

Staring dumbly at the front door that Midoriya had just left out of, Katsuki counts to ten before turning to where Eri is now situated in the living room. After putting up a bit of a fight upon hearing that her dad had to go into work on his day off, the four year old had finally let him off the hook only after he’d promised that she could pick what they had for dinner. Now, she sat with her legs crossed in front of her, sandwiched between the couch and coffee table as her eyes fixate on the television, leaving her drawing supplies abandoned before her.

A small wave of emotion rolls over him as he looks at Eri.

He really had missed her.

“Tsk,” Katsuki hisses under his breath as he moves into the living room. I’m getting soft.

Dropping down next to the small girl, he folds one leg in front of him and stretches the other out to the side. Katsuki isn’t sure he was ever small enough to fit in between the two pieces of furniture, but he sure as shit isn’t now.

Lowly, he tsks again as he tries to adjust himself enough free his back from the near painful press of the couch against his spine.

“So, brat, not that I’m usually one to talk about morals, but you do know lying is bad, right?” Katsuki finally says after giving up on his futile endeavor, instead setting his attention on Eri as she turns to him. Her little brows pull together in confusion as she tilts her head.

“You know, how you told your dad I’m from daycare,” he continues, waving his hand as if it helped in his explanation. A small smile turns her lips upwards, and he isn’t sure what he expected her reaction to be, but that wasn’t it.

“Silly, Kacchan, that wasn’t a lie!” Eri laughs, shaking her head almost like she knows something he doesn’t.

A muscle just beneath his eye twitches.

“Okay, but it’s still not really the truth either,” he grits out, wondering for the first time in his existence if this is how it felt to be a parent.

“You had seemed really worried about Daddy Izuku seeing you,” Eri explains as a brief pause, her shoulders slumping and voice small as she speaks, filling Katsuki with instantaneous regret. Her eyes fall to the carpet between them before she speaks again,

“I was just trying to help.”

The admission presses heavy on his heart as he sighs, reaching out slowly to drop his hand on her head, giving her hair a quick ruffle.

“You’re too damn smart, kid,” he says lowly. “Thanks for that.”

A beaming grin starts to spread across her features as he drops his hand, mouth opening around a statement before he cuts off her excitement by holding up a finger in the universal sign of ‘wait.’

“But next time, if we need to lie, let’s come up with one together, okay?” Katsuki says, breathing a bit easier when she nods in agreement.

Good, he thinks to himself as she turns her attention back to the TV. A pleasant, comfortable quiet hushes through the room as Eri watches her cartoon. Reaching forward, Katsuki pops the cap off a marker and starts to mark an empty piece of paper with bold black lines. It’s an easy sort of silence as he loses himself to the simple work of drawing, time passing steadily around them for an undetermined amount of time before Eri speaks again.

“Kacchan?” She asks quietly, not turning to look at him as she does.

“Yeah, squirt?” He answers, voice preoccupied as he grabs for the green marker and begins filling in some of the spaces between his lines. The high pitched sound of cheering blares from the television, filling the space of her silence for long enough that Katsuki wonders if she’d heard him.

“Why’d you leave?” Eri finally asks. Clenching his fist around his marker, he looks up in time to see her lip wobble slightly, even as her eyes remain set straight ahead.

“Do you not like me anymore?”

It’s a painfully earnest question, turned dark with its hurt, and Katsuki feels it squeeze around his heart like a vice.

“Don’t be stupid, of course I like you,” he growls, “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Sniffling loudly, Eri just nods as she continues to not look at him. Quickly replacing the cap on the marker, Katsuki drops it before turning as much as he can in the small space to face her.

“Listen, I wasn’t gone because of anything you did. Your dad saw me, so I tried to stay away for a bit since he wasn’t supposed to see me,” he tries to explain as he chews on the anger that ripples through him, all of its heat centered on himself.

“But he still can,” Eri says, tone matter-of-fact.

“Yeah, looks like it,” he answers, though it isn’t a question.

Her nod is sharper this time as she finally tuns to look at him. An infinitesimal smile draws across her face, even as unshed tears cling to the corners of her eyes.

“Well I’m glad Daddy Izuku can see you,” she proclaims boldly, then sniffles.

“What the—” Katsuki bites off his expletive at her sudden exclamation. Sucking a steady breath through his front teeth, he starts again.

“Why’s that, squirt?”

“Because if he can see you, that means you’re friends now!” Eri says excitedly, bouncing a little where she sits. “And that means you get to be his friend for as long as he needs you too!”

There’s a moment as Katsuki looks down at the small girl as she looks up at him, eyes still watery as she echoes his words from when they had met. They shift something in his mind as a realization suddenly clicks into place.

Imaginary friends are meant to help those who have forgotten how to smile.

The Administrator’s words circle around his thoughts as a sudden flash of emerald blinks across focus, truly seeing him before fading away, replaced by Eri’s expectant look.

“Huh,” he manages as he turns back to his drawing, grabbing for a grey marker and removing the cap to continue his work.

Leave it to a four year old to figure it out, he thinks to himself as he folks his breathing to the time of his careful strokes of color.

“Does your dad need a friend?” Katsuki wonders out loud, not expecting much of an answer. He figures it’s a far bigger question than a child could probably answer, even if she was slowly proving to be one of the smartest people he knew.

There’s a small hum beside him, and he sees her tap a capped marker on her chin as she thinks.

“I think so,” she says definitively, turning her honest gaze to him. Lifting his marker, he pauses, waiting for her to continue.

“He saved me, and we had to move because of that,” she speaks low. “I don’t think he wants me to know that, but I do.”

Katsuki shakes his head slightly.

“Too damn smart,” he repeats under his breath, cutting his gaze to the side to see her expression twist into something sour. Not bothering with the cap this time, he drops the marker off to the side with a small clatter.

“What’s up, kid?” Katsuki finds himself asking as she wipes the back of her wrist across her eyes.

“Do you think I’m cursed, Kacchan?” Eri asks, voice watery as she keeps her eyes pressed into the back of her small forearm.

“No, I don’t,” he answers immediately, tone defiant in challenge of whatever fate had made the small girl feel that way. “And I bet if you ask your dad, he wouldn’t think so either.”

“But bad things always happen to the adults I know,” she cries, scrubbing furiously now at her eyes to dry away the fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Something sharp snaps at the center of his chest, forcing a growl from out from deep in his chest as he pulls Eri into his side for an awkward hug.

In that moment, he knows he’d burn the world down if that’s what it took to wipe away those thoughts from her mind.

“Listen here, brat. If anything bad happens to the adults, that’s not your fault. It wasn’t ever your fault, and won’t ever be your fault, alright?” Katsuki snarls, voice gruff in a way that he knows he should temper, but he’s angry that anything would make the small girl cry like this.

Minutes pass as he sits there with Eri tucked into his side as her tears dry up, and several minutes more before he feels her nod against his ribs.

“Good,” he huffs, pulling away from her to slip her the paper he’d been drawing on. The drawing brings her smile back to life as her gaze brushes over the brightly colored art of her and Midoriya. Grasping at the corner of the paper, she brings it closer to inspect it.

“Kaccahn?” She asks, looking over the the two grinning figures that stare up at her.

“Shoot, kid,” Katsuki answers, watching her smile continues to grow as she drags a finger over the lines of marker Midoriya.

“Do you think we could make Daddy Izuku happy?” Eri wonders. Stomach twisting at the question, Katsuki swallows down the sharp taste it leaves on the back of his tongue.

Reaching out for another blank sheet of paper, he grabs the abandoned marker that still lays on the table without its cap. Twirling it between his fingers with a quick flourish, he waggles his eyebrows at Eri, earning himself a small laugh before he writes TOP SECRET PLAN in bold letters at the top.

“Yeah, squirt. I think we could probably do that,” he finally says, offering her a smile and tilting his head toward the pile of markers between them. Excitement fills her eyes as she grabs one, pulling the cap off and settling herself up on her knees to better see the paper as she looks up at him with wander.

Nodding to her, he leans an elbow on the table and balances his chin on his palm, readying his marker over the paper.

“Now, what do you think we should do for him?”

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BnHA Chapter 171: Knock Them Dead With Your Sound

Previously on BnHA: Deku and Mirio visited Eri in the hospital. Eri apologized for everything they went through in order to save her, particularly Mirio who lost his powers. Mirio told her it wasn’t her fault and that everyone was just glad she was safe, and they all wanted to see her smiling face. Eri tried to smile but couldn’t quite manage it. Deku racked his brain for ways to cheer her up, and struck on the idea of inviting her to the cultural festival. Aizawa said he’d need to ask the principal but that it could probably be arranged. After Mirio explained the concept, Eri agreed, saying that she wanted to get to know everyone better. We then cut to the police, who were watching a live broadcast of a convenience store robbery and trying to trace its source. The robber, a gentleman thief named -- wait for it -- Gentle, took out six heroes in the blink of an eye and then left without taking any money. He said he wanted his name to be etched into history, and as he met up with his accomplice afterwards, he pondered what his next great exploit should be.

Today on BnHA: We are properly introduced to Gentle and his social media-savvy adoring fan La Brava. Gentle specializes in “chivalrous crimes” that target corruption. However his recent videos haven’t been as popular, in part because Stain and the League of Villains have been stealing his thunder. Back at U.A., word begins to spread about class A’s band performance and dance program. Bakugou overhears some grumps complaining about how cocky 1-A is and how they’re the ones who “start all the conflict.” That evening the kids meet to hash out who will be in charge of what. Jirou needs a drummer, and it turns out Bakugou plays drums, but he’s pissed at the idea of being obligated to provide stress relief for the other departments. As he puts it, “we aren’t getting smacked down by the villains because we enjoy it.” Instead he reframes the whole thing as a battle, and vows to knock U.A. dead with his sound. I mean, whatever works I guess. Meanwhile Gentle reveals to La Brava that he’s planning a new stunt which will surpass anything Stain or the League has done: he plans to invade U.A.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 198 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

lol

LIVING LAWLESS. all about that THUG LIFE

okay so the narrator, whom I assume is Gentle, is talking about people who have left their marks on history

you’re telling me there’s a hero out there simply known as “Brave”? I know we already had a Mr. Brave, and I can tell you right now he has left his mark on absolutely nothing. so that means there’s another guy out there named Brave, so Mr. Brave, your hero name is even lamer than I thought. WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST GO WITH SPLIT END

ooooohh!

oh my god. I want to know everything about all of these guys right the fuck now. particularly Destro. “special abilities liberation army” sounds a lot like a Magneto type “mutant rights” type of thing. there’s an era that we still don’t know much about right after quirks first started appearing on the scene, and it fascinates me and I want to know more about what it was like. because I have some fic ideas about that time period tbh. Destro, I’m definitely making a note of you

so now the narration is talking about how before the present systems were established, the lines between heroes and villains were blurred and it was an age of chaos

honestly this all sounds incredibly badass, like a superpowered wild west

and Gentle seems to agree, saying it was an age of pure freedom

this guy really feels what he’s doing, huh

the gentle, soothing, cuddly criminal. when he’s not out doing Crime, he makes ASMR roleplays in his spare time. “sleep-inducing bank robbery 🌙 (whispered/soft-spoken)”

he’s walking over to La Brava now and she says that their account got deactivated “again”, so she just finished uploading all of their videos to a new account

fucking 2010s manga though, you guys!!

and apparently that narration was from his debut video, which she was rewatching and swooning over just now

so he’s going to finish his cup of tea and then they will get on to today’s filming

oh my fucking god

you don’t understand guys. he’s really a man of the people. he’s on your side! handing out punishments to “those who do not act gentlemanly.” protecting them all from the horrors of expired pudding

oh my god you guys La Brava is the cutest ever I swear to god

how is she so cute though??

she’s frustrated because the jstore robbery video didn’t get that many views

but Gent says they’re not in it for external validation

she’s really mad though because she says it’s been 6 years since he’s been active as “the villain of the media world”

and apparently when Stain came along and went viral he stole all their views

yes but you have to admit they are super compelling though. I miss them, actually. where are they

(ETA: for real, they’ve been way too quiet recently and it’s starting to make me pretty nervous)

did you read that car chase chapter, though. “spectacle” indeed

he says his style is the opposite of that, but nonetheless it can’t be denied that they have momentum

he says all of the 10,000+ comments on their videos concern that violent behavior

are you sure some of the comments aren’t also shipping Toga and Twice. or theorizing what’s up with Tomura’s hands. or talking about how badass Compress’s new metal arm is. honestly they have a lot going for them, man

lmao

WAY TOO MANY JUMP CUTS

I also agree with the guy saying La Brava deserves more of the spotlight. she’s so great

Gent is letting loose with a hearty laugh and says he won’t be discouraged though, and that his next project will surpass even theirs

that is a tall order, sir. Tomura’s most recent act was a great service to humanity. all I’m saying is, you better not hype me up like the last new villain only to let me down, because don’t even get me started on that shitshow

so La Brava is all excited and asking what the next project is, and Gent is responding with a bunch of cryptic bullshit

so I guess we’re going to find out more about the history of heroes and when they became an established thing, huh? I’m 1000% on board with this and I may actually be even more excited for this than for the upcoming class 1-A rave, negl. good job getting this manga back on track, Horikoshi!

(ETA: I’m so thick, he’s clearly just talking about U.A. here lol)

so now we’re cutting back to U.A. and Vlad (who I almost called “Brad” again, it’s been so long) is talking to Aizawa about the cultural fest, and he’s all “so I heard class A is doing a rave huh?”

interestingly, this seems to be one of the rare occasions where Aizawa doesn’t seem to be 100% on board with their hijinks

stfu Aizawa. what’s more admirable than a fucking rave

now we’re cutting to the always adorable children of class A who are excited to plan their festival program

and some shadowy person is coming up to Bakugou and is all “did you hear?”

oh no wait they’re not talking to him, they’re talking to each other about class A right in front of him

um, whoa

y’all trying to start some shit, huh? gonna talk shit about his class when they’re trying to do something fucking nice?? like it’s their fault they keep getting attacked by fucking villains? okay then. hey on an unrelated note, go fuck yourselves

so are these guys just assholes or is this really what the rest of the school in general really thinks? because I can see why they might not exactly have a favorable impression of them, truth be told. Bakugou’s stunts at the sports festival didn’t exactly paint them in the best light. and most likely everyone has made the connection between the kidnapping and Kamino and the student dorms. and probably it’s not much of a secret who the two kids who were caught fighting on Ground Beta after hours were, either. so yeah

but it’s still a dick move to come and do this right in front of him when he’s not bothering you or anything, so fuck you still, and I will come over there and fight you if I have to, don’t think I won’t

fuck. well anyway, while I’m here grumbling and trying to take deep, calming breaths, we’re cutting back to Heights Alliance, and Iida is taking charge of a planning session

first they need to decide on the music, so Jirou is suggesting genres

she says they really should be doing EDM if the intent is to play dance music, but on the other hand everyone seems set on playing instruments. lol it would be funny though if everyone took turns DJing

so she’s asking if anyone in class plays bass or drums, and is met with a dead silence

she says she plays guitar mainly, so her drumming is only so-so. and she says that if she has to teach a beginner how to play drums then one month is not going to be enough time

OH MY GOD

I don’t fully understand what’s happening but ARE YOU IN FACT IMPLYING THAT MY SON KATSUKI KNOWS HOW TO PLAY DRUMS OH MY GOD. KATSUKI ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN A ROCK BAND!?

apparently the answer to that question is YES because class A knows all too well exactly how to manipulate him

MASTER OF PUPPETS I’M PULLING YOUR STRIIIIIINGS

lmao and JUST LIKE THAT

TOO EASY

holy shit. and it seems like he actually does know what he’s doing as well. go figure, he is good at virtually everything after all

well, this is everything I never knew I wanted. good show. excuse me for a moment, I’m gonna go play Song 2 by Blur and wonder what the season 4 OST is gonna be like

now he’s trying to walk away again lol

this is really just an open invitation for someone to come up with a convincing enough reason for him to do it without losing face

although part of me also wonders if maybe he would just rather not be in the spotlight for once. especially after overhearing those JERKFACES from the department of GENERAL JERKS earlier

oh my god Jirou

come on Kacchan don’t you want to be a good person?!

oh shit now he’s going on a tangent

he says nothing’s going to come of it

ahhhhhhhh. I see. so it’s that he’s pissed off at the other departments and doesn’t feel like they deserve class A’s niceness

ahhhh but Jirou looks crushed ;_;

Hagakure is kind of awkwardly being all, “hey, c’mon...”

but Bakugou says that what they’re doing is just “indulging the enemy”

and when exactly did it become Us vs Them though, I wonder. like, if the other classes are the enemy, that implies that your class is Not The Enemy though, yes? aww

oh shit. ohhhhh shit

oh my. and I didn’t even order any Bakugou feels. “yes, we know,” Horikoshi says, holding out the delivery bag. “these are on the house. please accept our gratitude on account of being such a loyal customer”

oh shit you guys. so what do I even do with these. should I meta about them or should I just eat them while they’re still hot

lol, but yeah. “I didn’t ask to be kidnapped. we didn’t ask to be attacked.” people acting like it’s their fault and like they’re enjoying the attention. and maybe once upon a time he did want that, but it’s one thing to fantasize about being famous for being the number one bestest coolest hero, and quite another to wind up actually in the spotlight because you’re the kid who keeps getting attacked by sludge monsters and Villain Leagues. and then people act like you brought it on yourself because you were too cocky. especially when we know that on some level he does blame himself, so it stings all the more

so why should they go out of their way to try to support people like that? it’s almost like they’re apologizing to those assholes, and fuck that

mmm. [munching] so anyway let’s see where this leads

hahaha. what

oh my god this fucking kid

lol. okay so he is on board, then, but just to make it ABSOLUTELY CLEAR, he is not out to “support” anyone, but rather he is declaring war. via drums. that’s right

well hey, however you need to frame it! at the end of the day he has agreed to help, so!

the other kids seem to be on the same page as me lol

yep. WE’LL TAKE IT

JIROUUUUU

;_____; I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JIROU

and now we’re cutting back to Gent and OH MY GOD

CAN YOU PLEASE. NOT

JESUS CHRIST. CAN THEY NOT JUST HAVE JUST ONE FUCKING THING. LET BAKUGOU DECLARE A DRUM WAR AND LET JIROU SHARE HER MUSIC WITH EVERYONE AND LET ERI HAVE A GOOD “DATE” WITH HER DOTING BIG BROTHER MIRIO AND LET THEM JUST RELAX WITHOUT ANY VILLAIN ANTICS

goddammit. I mean like, Gentle’s idea of villainy would probably be to whip out a violin and challenge them to a classical battle of the bands. but even polite villain antics are really not going to be good for U.A.’s PR at the moment. and this guy films everything he does. and just. we don’t need this sob

BONUS:

everyone this is Agoyamato Tsutsutaka and Togeike Chikuchi. that’s literally all this is. just their names. did we really need to know this lol oh well

[teresa60521-blog]

Side Effects

chapter 7: baby daddy 1

Bakugou remembered the night that they had gotten together; it wasn’t that long ago but it was always fresh on his mind. He had slid a hastily scrawled note under her dorm room door commanding her to meet him on the roof at midnight. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, one that was completely out of character for him. But he just wanted to get this bullshit out of the way. Her saucer-like eyes were always trained on him throughout class and it was hard not to notice them digging holes into the back of his head. It was easier to just knock this out of the park and have a stupid love declaration or something.

Though, he wasn’t that subtle either. Kirishima and Kaminari would tease him relentlessly about how he was always gazing at Uraraka when they were doing physical training. After they would always mention how she was too good for him. The stares hadn’t stop and it was a miracle that they didn’t realize the two were together.

Uraraka had, in fact, come that night and announced herself with an “Um…” as she pushed open the rooftop door. It had creaked loudly in the way that rusty metal did, sort of like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Awful. Bakugou had been leaning with his elbows against the railing to overlook the campus, his back to her. He had looked over his shoulder and caught her eye, seeing the way she froze in surprise. She had stumbled over her words, something about not expecting it to be him, then again she really didn’t know who could have written her the note in the first place.

Bakugou had fired back with something along the lines of ‘was it really that surprising?’ and she had said no.

There was silence that ensued and awkwardness hung heavy in the air. It fit right in with the humidity making his hair stand up in every direction. He hadn’t known what to say now that she was there with him, alone, on the rooftop overlooking a darkened campus. It was past their curfew and they would be in deep shit if they were caught but this was worth it. Bakugou, for one, had been surprised that Uraraka would break the rules in the first place.

Curiosity did kill the cat, after all.

It was nerve wracking for Bakugou since he had never confessed to somebody before; he thought it was cheesy and disgustingly romantic, two things he definitely was not. Bakugou didn’t do romance. Yet there he was, letting his heart lead the way before his mind and his muscles had a chance to catch up. He would blame it on Uraraka’s glowing smile in the future but that night was the first (of many) that he would get a chance to talk with her one on one.

Bakugou hadn’t known how long they had been up on that roof but Uraraka had finally broken the quiet hum, telling Bakugou that she didn’t think it was funny that he was making fun of her feelings like this. Bakugou had immediately been pissed, palms igniting with fury. Swears flew from his mouth, arguing that he wasn’t making fun her and her shitty feelings (why he had said that he still had no clue). Never one to back down from being charged at, Uraraka had yelled back if they were so shitty then she was going to leave.

Bakugou hadn’t want her to leave. He didn’t even want to leave her now. It was the opposite of what he wanted and he had lurched forward to grab onto her wrist, gently, not to hurt her, and very quietly whispered into the abyss of the night that he returned her feelings and wanted to go out with her. Again, more silence. It would be the death of him if the League of Villains didn’t get to him first. That had sent shivers down his spine, thinking of those scarred hands that could turn him to particles at any moment.

The cicadas had chirped below and Bakugou’s heart hammered in his chest. It was the same feeling he had after the rush of pummeling an enemy into the ground, or Deku.

The only response from Uraraka had been to flush a shade of red that Bakugou had never seen before and to leave a ghost of kiss on his cheek before rushing back to her dorm room. Bakugou hadn’t know if that meant yes or no but his hand had gone to his cheek and he figured this was just another thing he could add to his list of shit he’s failed

The next morning, however, he had been surprised to find a note slipped under the door with the kanji for “YES” written on it. He felt so triumphant that he had blown up the note on the spot. Kirishima had banged on wall after that but that didn’t stop the grin from taking over his face.

After that the roof had become their special place. It held all their most private moments: confession, first hand holding (that was a big deal, okay?), all their secrets, their first kiss.

That last one had been nothing less than awkward.

It wasn’t romantic, not in the slightest. Fireworks didn’t go off at the first press of lips and Bakugou didn’t feel anything warm and fuzzy in him and he was certain that Uraraka hadn’t either.

It was spontaneous. Uraraka had been talking about something, a smile gracing her face and the pink on her cheeks surrounded by a deep red. It was as if they were the only two people in the world. Super cliche. Bakugou liked that about her, that she had the ability to make him forget about everything and anything else. There was not a care in her voice as she talked about everything under the sun and she was comfortable talking about her deepest fears and her dreams without being embarrassed. Bakugou wondered how she could be so selfless and why that had made him feel so warm inside.

Bakugou wasn’t a soft guy. Not even by a long shot. Everybody and their mother knew that. He had been chained like an animal at the Sports Festival in their first year for the whole country to see. Not his proudest moment but if they had just listened to him then there really wouldn’t have been a problem. But nobody ever fucking listened to him except this bright girl that had sat beside him on the rooftop every night just to talk to him.

That was what made him lean forward and kiss her square on the mouth.

Uraraka hadn’t kissed back, (who could blame her?) only blinked at him with wide brown eyes when he pulled back. Bakugou had immediately ducked his head between his knees, grumbling to himself about how that was fucking stupid and how he was being a pussy about everything. He had felt a dainty hand touch his shoulder and when he lifted his head, her lips were on his once more. It was still awkward, unpracticed; neither had kissed anybody before. Bakugou didn’t have time for shit like this. Number one heroes didn’t spend their days making out on the roof, they spent them training their ass off.

The concrete of the roof also held their first ‘I love you,’ the day they had moved back into the dorms for their second. They had a couple of days to settle before they started course work again and of course they made their way to roof the first chance they got. The sun was setting over the terrain. Bakugou didn’t give a shit but Uraraka had wanted to see it and he blindly followed without a complaint. Uraraka could be surprisingly scary if she didn’t get her way in certain things, just like he was 100% of the time.

That’s why he was so drawn to her in the first place. Uraraka could stand up to him and treat him like they were equals when he hadn’t thought the same. He did now, though. He saw all of her potential and strived to push her in the direction of that potential.

Their first ‘I love you’ was told under a glowing orange and fuschia sky. Uraraka had taken his hand, the risen pads of her fingertips tickling his palm before lacing their fingers together. She had smiled at him in the way she always did, with her eyes crinkling in giddiness. Bakugou wanted to ask how she was always happy, how she could smile through the reality that she would probably never be good enough or surpass the fucking bane of Bakugou’s entire existence, Deku. How she could live with herself knowing that her popularity would probably be based entirely on her happy-go-lucky outlook on life.

He never did and as she smiled at him, the sunset illuminating her in a way it never had before, the words had tumbled naturally out of his mouth. They were jumbled and he had, had to clear his throat to get them out again.

If it were possible, Uraraka’s smile would have grown infinitely wide. She had thrown her arms around his neck, her lashes brushing against his pulse and the intensity of her embrace knocked them to the ground. He had shouted and cursed about what the hell she thought she was doing but she had only smacked her hands on his cheeks, pulling him in for a big smooch on the lips, saying that she loved him too and that she didn’t care that they were only together for a few months. Their love was real and saw no obstacles.

Until now.

Until Uraraka had dropped an utter bomb on top of him that she was pregnant. What the fuck had she expected him to do?

Bakugou let out a frustrated yell and kicked over a garbage can. Garbage scattered everywhere and though Bakugou was normally a neat person, he walked away. He let the trash litter the side of the street. The anger burning holes in his veins made it hard for him to do anything heroic, if picking up some spilt trash could even be viewed as heroic. He was feeling less than heroic right now.

“Fuck!” Bakugou shouted into night, the sun beginning to set. It was identical to the one that had set the day they said ‘I love you’ and if Bakugou could, he would have blinded himself right now. He didn’t want to see anything or think of anything, much less anything to do with her .

How could Uraraka do this to them? To herself? All those dreams she spoke of all the fucking time; she wanted to make money to help her parents. She had told Deku and four eyes, and she had told him. On the roof. Of course it was on the roof. It was always on the goddamn roof.

“ I want to make money, y’know,” She had said one day, looking up at the stars. Bakugou had been on his back, arms tucked under his head and legs bent at the knee, one thrown over the other. Uraraka was sitting with her knees to her chest, hands patting against them in an unknown rhythm. “ So I can help my parents and their business. I want to save people too but… but it’s more important to help them . To me at least .”

Bakugou never understood her dreams. He could respect it and push her towards her goal but he didn’t understand it. He had even asked, “ You don’t want to do it for yourself? Seems kinda shitty that you’re going through all this bullcrap to not do it for yourself .”

He had insulted her without even realizing it. She had immediately snapped back.

“ I love my parents. Just because you hate your parents doesn’t mean that everybody does .”

They didn’t speak for a couple of days after that. It had blown up more than it had to because the both of them were stubborn and didn’t know how to talk out their problems. They didn’t want to admit that they were both out of line (Bakugou, in fact, did not hate his parents. He hated his mother’s nagging and he hated the way his dad never stuck up for himself like some sorry sack of shit but he still loved them. They had given him this amazing quirk after all, and a pretty good life too. He definitely couldn’t complain.)

They made up on his birthday, the birthday that had quite literally fucked them for the rest of their lives. Neither of them could have known but Bakugou never would have let the passion take over if he did.

When Uraraka had told him she was pregnant and that she was going to keep it, he immediately thought she was stupid. Why was she going to throw away everything she was working for, for some unborn brat? And the kid would be brat, if his genes were involved. He didn’t understand why she would leave school when she could easily get an abortion. He knew things, he knew they were easy to get here in Japan. Doctors were always advertising abortions for unwanted pregnancies.

Yet Uraraka didn’t want to get one. Dumbass.

He had stomped out on her like it was nothing. His mother had tried to stop him, probably to get him to explain, but since when did he listen to her? He shoved past her and out into the evening light, light that was now fading below the horizon.

Bakugou stuffed his hands into his pockets. He was pissed. Fucking infuriated. This didn’t just affect Uraraka, it affected him too, whether he wanted it to or not. It affected his parents and hers, even if they were being just as scummy as he was. It affected them going to school. It was a fucking shit show. The baby just caused problems! It wasn’t even a fucking baby yet, which was the kicker.

Bakugou let out a little laugh. It was just a fucking blob floating in her stomach. And Uraraka was going to throw everything away for that. What a fucking joke.

Bakugou didn’t want kids. He had never given it a thought because he was seventeen years old . He was focused on more important things, like becoming the number one hero and beating out Deku. He still didn’t get why All Might had given Deku of all nerds a quirk as powerful as All For One but there was nothing Bakugou could do except being angry about it.

Anger, anger, anger. That’s all people saw in Bakugou. It was easy to, considering that was his default state of being. In his mind he was mature but being able to be set off as easy as he was, that was quite immature. How the hell was he supposed to raise a kid if he couldn’t even ignore the fucking losers in his class?

“Fuck this.” Bakugou mumbled to himself and started on the journey home. He didn’t know if Uraraka had left yet but he sure as hell hoped she did. He had missed her a little bit during their summer break so far but now he didn’t want to look at her. He was just… he didn’t know what he felt, but it sure as hell wasn’t love. It was a complete one-eighty from what he had felt when they had left for summer break only a couple of weeks ago.

Sure, it was the anger talking. It was always the anger talking. He was mad. Not that, that anger was justified but somewhere in his mind this was all her fault. Maybe she was trying to tear them apart by adding a kid to the mix. Even if that was his fault. For not wrapping his dick.

Bakugou let out another grunt. What a fucking mess.

It was completely dark by the time Bakugou walked back up to the house. The lights were still on, as it was too early to go to bed. When he opened the door he heard quiet conversation and Uraraka’s voice was amongst the group. Bakugou slammed the door behind him and made an attempt to stomp up the stairs but a hand curled around collar of his shirt and yanked him back.

“And where do you think you’re going you brat?” Bakugou’s mother, Bakugou Mitsuki, asked, one perfect blonde eyebrow raised, pink-framed mouth in a thin line.

“To my room.” Bakugou tried to get out of her grip but she only twisted the shirt around her fist, holding him closer.

“No you don’t, you’re going to sit down and have a fucking meal.” Mitsuki dragged him to the dining room and pushed him roughly into a chair across from Uraraka. She straightened her clothes and sat down, a fake smile curling on her lips. She was clearly pissed; that hot-blooded gaze was the entire Bakugou family charm after all.

Uraraka looked down at her plate, refusing to look across at her boyfriend. Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest. Two could play at this game.

“I’m not hungry.” Bakugou stared hard at his mother, whose gaze was just as set.

“Too bad.” Mitsuki folded her hands in front of her. “You’ve got a real nice girl here, Katsuki. It would be a damn shame if you let her go.”

“I’m not raising a fucking kid.” Bakugou argued through grit teeth, feeling a bit of spit fly out onto the plate.

“Now, now…” His father, Bakugou Masaru, tried to calm them both, speaking softly. Neither looked at him, only Uraraka cast him a nervous glance.

Mitsuki jabbed a finger at her son. “You’re going to take responsibility for what you’ve done to this young lady, you hear? She shouldn’t have to be the only one to deal with your fucking mistake.”

“She was just as much a part of it as I was!” Bakugou yelled.

Mitsuki curled a fist, trying to appear polite in front of their guest. She would’ve smacked him upside the head by now if Uraraka wasn’t there. “You think I don’t know how sex works?” Both of the teenagers flinched. “I don’t give a shit what you say, Katsuki, you’re going to help whether you like it or not.”

“Mom, come the fuck-”

“In fact,” Mitsuki raised her voice to talk over her son and looked over at Uraraka with a sinister smile, “you’re more than welcome to stay here during the duration of your pregnancy, sweetie, since you’re having troubles at home.”

“What?” Bakugou screeched, palms immediately igniting.

“Katsuki, we don’t use quirks in the house.” Masaru warned lightly, finally interjecting loud enough to be heard.

“Oh fuck off, old man!” Bakugou stood and glared at all three of them, Uraraka sinking in her seat. “Fuck all of you! I don’t have to do anything!”

Bakugou stormed off to his room, vaguely hearing Uraraka politely declining the offer and his mother insisting, his father never speaking a word.Fucking coward , Bakugou seethed and slammed his door shut, pushing his dresser in front of it so nobody could come bursting in. Bakugou collapsed on his bed, staring at the wall with his arms tucked under his head and a pout on his face.

His mother was only doing this to torture him, he was sure. She never did what he wanted, always making decisions that only benefited her. She was the fucking selfish one. Maybe he did hate his mother.

He groaned and slammed his fist into the wall, barely feeling the throbbing. He was breathing heavily from frustration and rage. He closed his eyes and tried to even his breathing, trying desperately to not think about the high-pitched voice coming up through the floorboards, surrounding him, suffocating him. He loved that voice, or he did, before all of this mess happened.

Now, he wanted to shatter it to pieces and make sure that it was never in his proximity ever again.