#bnha fic idea

[strawberijasper]

I was listening to NFWMB by Hozier and thinking about bkdk omegaverse and got his with a beauty and the beast ass omegaverse au.

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Bakugou Katsuki, barbarian prince and prime alpha, must find a mate and produce and heir. The problem is that the arrogant prince has absolutely no interest in looking for an omega, much to his mother’s annoyance.

Until he sees Midoriya Izuku, an omegan boy in the village, around Katsuki’s age, sweet and beautiful. Katsuki decides that Izuku will be his mate. And this begins his quest to court his future omega…

Except Izuku doesn’t like him. He’s flattered at first sure, this is the prince after-all, but very quickly Izuku decides that Katsuki is rude and ill mannered, he’s selfish and Izuku just can’t see himself ever being his mate.

Just… Katsuki being absolutely whipped and learned to be kinder, Izuku sassing him and standing his ground. Some forced proximity maybe, sort of arranged marriage? The original idea was that Katsuki would tell his mother about who he’s decided to marry, and she’s like “wouldn’t you like another noble instead?” And Katsuki refuses anyone but Izuku, do Mitsuki has to arrange something with Izuku’s mother.

Izuku would kind of be forced to stay in the palace at that point which is a little fucked up but ummm… I don’t actually care, it’s a beauty and the beast inspired au, if it isn’t just the tiniest bit fucked up then you’re not doing it right /silly.

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Idk if I’ll ever do anything with this but it’s in my brain now, and now it’s in all of yours, you’re welcome 😌

[fictional-reylin]

okay okay idea for a fic

criminal reader who is constantly caught by endeavor but each time you meet he's just talking about his failed marriage and he doesn't know how to connect with his kids, so you're just like a therapist and then when he gets better his family is like what the hell happened, and they visit you in jail before telling him that you'll probably see him on Monday for your next session (you're gonna break out and try to rob a jewellery store)

(he's not an abusive ass in this he's just really bad at feelings)

Was inspired by this scene

[aikrus]

The Way We Lie, Steal, and Die

this amnesia!izuku au has been bouncing around my head for ages, so I wrote a scene for it. if anyone likes it and wants me to write the rest maybe it'll give me the motivation to actually write it lol

“I know it may be hard to believe, Midoriya-kun, but these sessions are for your own benefit.” 

Glancing up from his notebook from where he sat cross-legged in the corner of the long couch, the silent boy glanced once from where Aizawa sat on the other end to Hound Dog’s desk. “I’m certainly glad you feel that way; I imagine this would be a lot less enjoyable if you had other motivations.” 

The dog-mutant sighed and closed his own notebook. “Maybe you can help me understand, Midoriya, what the broader context is.” Inui was grasping at straws and he knew it; honestly when he’d heard about an amnesiac student needing therapy he’d been overwhelmed with the responsibility of it, but when he heard it was Midoriya Izuku, the same boy who’d nervously visited his office after the first day of school right before he was leaving to stutter out an introduction and ask for his autograph, all he’d wanted to do was give him back the memories of all the other heroes the boy had surly met. 

What he was greeted with the next day was not a nervous hero fan, rather he found a withdrawn and somewhat spiteful boy who had no interest in mandated therapy. “These sessions are whatever you make of them; if what you need from me is just a quiet and safe place to work then you can feel free to use the desk or even just the table.” 

Each of the passed three sessions were the same; after their initial re-introduction Midoriya would sit on the farthest part of the couch, place a pillow on his lap, and work semi-silently reading and writing in a composition book. 

“The problem is that I don’t need anything from you; I don’t even want your time.” Making the first eye contact since they’ve met Inui searched deep into his blank expression, “If it were up to me I wouldn’t be here.” 

“Why is that, do you think?” He couldn’t help but ask. He saw Aizawa level him a scandalized glare and he felt a little called-out, too late though as the damage was done. Midoriya hummed one long tone before going back to reading the notebook on his lap. So much for progress.

A tense silence settled over the room after Midoriya’s curt response. Hound Dog shifted uncomfortably in his chair, feeling the weight of the boy’s indifference. The version of Midoriya sitting across from him was a far cry from the student he’d heard so much about—this boy had no spark in his eyes, no eager determination to help others, no nervous stuttering or wide-eyed enthusiasm. There was only cold distance.

Aizawa, watching from the corner, leaned forward slightly. “Midoriya,” he began, his voice even. “No one’s forcing you to change, but you should know that we’re here to help you. You’ve been through something traumatic, and it’s okay to ask for support.”

Midoriya’s eyes flicked toward Aizawa, his expression unreadable. He closed his notebook with a deliberate, almost defiant motion and set it down beside him. “I don’t need help,” he said, voice low but firm. “I don’t need to remember who I was. That person—he’s gone. Why is everyone so desperate to bring him back?”

Hound Dog frowned, feeling the weight of that question. He glanced at Aizawa, who remained silent but vigilant, then returned his gaze to Midoriya. “You’re still you, Midoriya,” he said softly, choosing his words carefully. “We’re not trying to bring someone else back. We’re trying to help you.”

Midoriya shook his head, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “I don’t want to be him,” he muttered. His fingers clenched into fists as he spoke. “He—he was, he’s not who I am. He’s definitely not who I want to be, getting into trouble like that. Someone that weak, an obvious liability, I don’t need that.”

Aizawa narrowed his eyes, but before he could say anything, Hound Dog leaned forward, his voice gentle yet steady. “Midoriya, that’s not true. You were strong—are strong. You’ve faced more than most people your age ever will. And no one expects you to go through it alone.”

Midoriya’s expression hardened, and he stood up abruptly, pacing to the window. He stared out into the school grounds, hands trembling slightly. “I don’t understand why you all care so much. That person you’re talking about—he doesn’t exist anymore.” He turned back, eyes cold, almost accusatory. “Why can’t you just let me be who I am now?”

Aizawa finally stood up, his tone low and controlled. “Because who you are now is someone who’s running away.” His words were sharp, but there was no anger behind them, only concern. “I understand wanting to forget, but you don’t have to erase yourself to move forward.”

Midoriya flinched at that, a flicker of something—anger, maybe, or fear—crossing his face. His voice came out strained, barely above a whisper. “Maybe I don’t want to move forward. Maybe I don’t want to be a hero anymore.”

The weight of that admission hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Aizawa’s eyes softened, but Hound Dog remained still.

Midoriya swallowed hard, turning his back to them again. “Everyone expects me to be something I’m not,” he continued, his voice shaking slightly. “But I can’t—I don’t even know how.” He glanced around their faces, taking in the slight signs of horror in them and felt his anger burn; his eyes sparked green when he spoke. “I never asked for this! This school, if you can even call it that, is a saw trap of fake education! I didn’t sign up for this, and I don’t know who in their right mind would.”

A long pause followed, broken only by the ticking of the wall clock. Aizawa stepped closer but didn’t touch him, keeping his distance out of respect. “Midoriya,” he said quietly, “no one is forcing you to be anything. You have choices. But closing yourself off from everyone? That’s not strength, it's not even a choice, it's avoidance.”

Midoriya’s shoulders tensed, and he glanced back over his shoulder. “You don’t get it.”

Aizawa’s gaze softened. “Maybe I don’t, but I’m not giving up on you.”

For a moment, the room felt unbearably still, like the air had been sucked out of it. Midoriya looked down, lips pressed together in a tight line. He didn’t respond, but something in his posture eased—just barely.

Hound Dog spoke up gently., “You don’t have to figure everything out today. Just take your time. We’ll be here.”

Midoriya didn’t say anything, but he slowly returned to his seat- the anger in his movements less sharp. He picked up his notebook again, though he didn’t open it this time. The silence stretched on, but there was a small sense of progress, a crack in the wall he had built around himself.

For the first time since the session began, Midoriya looked up, meeting both Aizawa and Hound Dog’s eyes. There was no gratitude or warmth in his gaze.

[diospore]

Fic concept you guys can steal from me: (Hidden for MHA manga ending spoilers)

Set post-end of the series, but before Izuku gets the support gear suit.

Izuku does an interview about losing his quirk, which leads to him being contacted by a scientist who wants him to take part in an experiment to see if they can "re-ignite" OFA. Izuku goes along with it, desperate at this point.

Except, Izuku doesn't realize this scientist was one of All for One's many backup plans. They'd studied under Garaki for a while, before being sent away to prepare this back up plan.

The plan was, that if the main AFO vessel (Tomura) were to fail or be destroyed, they would have an alternate vessel chosen and given the AFO quirk. While normally the scientist would've chosen someone who had plenty of hate, in order to be able to overtake OFA's will and steal the quirk, because of how AFO's and Tomura's defeat went, they came up with an alternate idea.

During Izuku's third year, they had bumped into him, secretly injecting him with a drug that would essentially freeze OFA's embers and put it into stasis. Which, would look and feel like OFA burning out.

Then, during this experiment, they would add the AFO quirk to Izuku, which could act as a kindling for the remaining OFA embers.

IDK if this makes sense, it does in my head lol.

Basically, dump AFO quirk on a post-timeskip Midoriya to see him struggle with the urges and thoughts brought on by the quirk without him knowing why he is feeling this way. Maybe have the AFO-vestige subtly manipulate him into resenting how he was treated after losing OFA, or in general how he was treated all his life. (I mean, he was a child soldier lol)

You can have angst with All Might too XD

[mega-ditto-3]

Mha fic idea (/drabble) #33

(Established bkdk🧡💚 with shenanigans)

The fic starts as all good established bkdk fics do:

With Bakugou screaming at an unbothered Todoroki.

Izuku wants to stop them, truly he does, but their fight- if it could be called that- is over a recipe that Shouto refuses to share.

"It's not mine to share," Shouto explains calmly for the hundredth time that evening, "Fuyumi found the recipe card, left by my mother's great grandmother. It's not meant to be given away easily."

"So only dead hags can eat fancy katsuobushi?! Give me a fucking break-"

"It's a family recipe, Bakugou." Shouto says, "You're not family."

Izuku's not sure why Kacchan is do adamant about getting his hands on the recipe. He wasn't there when the two had last visited the Todoroki residence. Just as Izuku thinks it's time he should intervene, Kacchan pulls the ultimate uno reverse card:

"Like hell I'm not-" He says, "Go get the prenup papers, I'll marry any one of your dumbass siblings."

Ignoring the.... everything wrong with that statement, Izuku is concerned- Since he and Kacchan are currently dating.

"Oh, really?" Shouto challenges, giving Izuku hope of reminding his boyfriend to his prior commitments, "How are you going to manage that? Natsuo and Fuyumi are already dating other people, I doubt they'd settle for you."

"I don't give a fuck, I'll marry you if I have to."

Izuku tries, "Um? Kacchan??"

"And who says I'd accept?"

"Please, you'd be lucky to have me- I'd make a wonderful husband!"

And their argument just kind of devolves from there. Kacchan pointing out all of the good qualities he has and slowly convincing Todoroki of his worthiness in the role. (Great cook, prefers a clean home, can hold him bridle-style with ease, amazing quirk, etc.)

All while Izuku quietly, or not so quietly, mourns all of the beautiful missed opportunities he's describing.

("Don't get in my way, Deku. I'd sell my mother to the LOV for this dish.")

By the end, Izuku is melting into a depressed puddle while Shouto at least seems interested in the idea...

"You do seem like good husband material..."

Izuku starts to panic, trying to decide between being happy for his two best friends vs shocked that they're both really going to go through with this before Kacchan even properly breaks up with him.

Then Todoroki turns to Izuku, a firm nod and a "He has my blessing."

And then he walks away.

Izuku flusters, realizing this was the plan all along.

Bakugou yells at Todoroki, calling him a coward for still not relinquishing the recipe.

Todoroki waves away the concern, telling him he'll give them the recipe as a wedding gift.

Izuku might die of embarrassment (or happiness) but he's mostly relieved that it's all over now.

Until Kacchan grabs his hands, and very seriously suggests that they leave right now to elope.

It's just a funny cute little fic idea.

[violet-sumire]

Concept: Deku's future kid ends up traveling back in time as a toddler. All Might finds her and she seems to know him, but he doesn't recognize her, so he asks her about her parents. She says her dad is a hero, has green hair, and is All Might's #1 fan.

All Might assumes she is Sir Nighteye's daughter.

[draco-kasai]

They are rare, but, BNHA X Batman fics are awesome.

I like the ones where Izuku gets thrown back in time or even a different dimension and ends up growing up as Dick Grayson or even becomes a Wayne/Bat as Izuku.

However, I'm surprised I have yet to see one where Izuku goes back and turns out to be Tim. I mean, I get making him the first robin and all but common, TIM IS RIGHT THERE.

*side eye*

Like, Izuku doesn't even have that much in common with Dick. And I can't see him being the pun master with Juan(the left cheek) and Jim(the right cheek).

(For those who don't know, the names are cannon names for Dick's ass cheeks)

Considering all the Izuku fics that are out there, he always turns out to be a cryptied, sleep deprived, coffee addict that knows how to hack...

REMIND YOU OF ANYONE?! *jazz hands over Tim Drake*

idk, I just feell like I need a Izuku is Tim fic.

*side eye intensifies*

[saiikavon]

Story idea: Quirkless au, an already-jaded-in-his-early-twenties Todoroki goes to his father’s preferred college to study…well, he doesn’t know what yet, but he knows it needs to be something his father hates. There, he meets his diligent classmate, Bakugou. Bakugou interests him immediately; rough around the edges personality, awful potty mouth, but is at the top of his class and even manages a double-major. Who does that? And how does he do it?

One day, Todoroki discovers perhaps the most mind-boggling thing about Bakugou: he’s got a sugar daddy. It’s not his first, either, and interestingly enough, Bakugou considers himself a professional at this sugar baby business. “I’m not stupid. Only trust-fund kids and sugar babies get an education this good. I’m not the former so I went for the latter.”

He’s good at it, too, not just at keeping the daddies hooked, but also at keeping himself and his investments safe. More than being attracted, Todoroki is enthralled by Bakugou’s sheer nerve.

And he thinks if he really wants to piss off his dad…he might just have to become Bakugou’s newest daddy.

[mega-ditto-3]

Hope ya don't mind I wrote a lil something ❤️ @clawz-loopz

Izuku sat rigid, careful to keep his posture still and his breathing even.

He was

A silent statue.

A big heavy rock in storming waters.

A marble pillar-

"You're too fuckin' stiff."

Izuku relaxed, mumbling a quiet "Sorry, Kacchan." before the blonde muttered another curse and pressed closer.

Kacchan must be feeling pretty awful to use Izuku as a pillow while they waited for the next train.

He'd known there was something wrong the moment Izuku arrived to class and noticed Kacchan wasn't already in his seat. The feeling of 'knowing' persisted, as Kacchan's irritation spiked and his natural fireworks burst too easy behind a wirey sneer and narrowed eyes.

Izuku sighed, bravely glancing at Kacchan's flushed face, looking every bit as warm as the body pressed firm against his side, and he quickly returned to gazing back at the tracks. "You shouldn't have come on the trip if you were sick..."

His classmates and Teacher hadn't picked up on the not-so-subtle hints Kacchan's failing health kept dropping, until a few hours after they'd arrived at the museum. Kacchan was only human, after all, and his fever and temper finally caught up to him.

Izuku was instructed to take Bakugou home, as they lived close by each other, and he knew better than to try passing the blonde off onto another classmate.

Kacchan grunted, but it was unclear if the noise had come from a pain or if he was trying to make a snide remark instead of answering-- both of which concerned him greatly.

They must have expected Kacchan to get angry with him. Izuku had, briefly.

"You're a real pain, y'know that?" Kacchan griped- not whined- as he caught himself on the bench.

Izuku bit back a huff. It wasn't his fault that Kacchan was sick, but he was getting blamed for it anyway.

"Yes, Kacchan."

"Stop looking down on me, park it on the damn bench or lose your legs."

Izuku fell heavily next to him and automatically replied, "Okay, Kacchan."

"And lend me your shoulder," Kacchan hissed, "Touch me and die. Don't make it weird."

Izuku nodded, "Yes, sorry Ka-"

Kacchan curled into Izuku's space immeaditly and dropped his head against Izuku's shoulder, Kacchan's words finally registering as he screamed.

"-aaAAAACHAN-!"

"I said don't be weird!"

It was strange to see someone who projected an air of confidence and strength, untouchable, be reduced to shallow breaths and a whistling nose.

He was glad they were alone.

When it was just the two of them, Kacchan was... Different.

Not nicer by any means, but without an audience Kacchan was less likely to create a show or take offense to Izuku's sole gaze. The displays of raw and impressive power dimmed to a quiet warm glow for them to enjoy together. Softer and quiet but no less amazing.

Irate and fierce Bakugou Katsuki became subdued and passive Kacchan.

Or maybe he only pretended to see a difference.

As soon as the blonde was able to walk on his own two feet without fear of collapsing, he was probably going to politely thank Izuku for his unneeded service with a punch to the gut.

Izuku's stomach rolled, anticipating the strike, but it settled when looking down at Kacchan's serene sleeping face didn't cause the blonde to jump from his comfortable position to rip his throat out.

The less people between and in front of them, the better; And seeing as how Kacchan wasn't firing on all cylinders, he didn't count either. The distance Kacchan had put up in their youth was gone, no longer dictating how close Izuku was allowed to be.

Right now, the only person between him and Kacchan was Izuku.

It's a startling thought, but he found it quite calming.

It had been quite some time since he'd been the one to hold the reigns in their relationship, aside from his daily stubborn decision to never stray too far away. It was assuring to know that this was still an option. That Izuku was still okay with this and with them.

Kacchan may have demanded the shoulder attached to Izuku's presence, but Izuku would've offered it even without the excuse of sickness.

Because he cared for Kacchan and always would. His admiration was inevitable as it was steady. If Kacchan never looked back, he was content to continue watching from afar.

Always waiting for the other with an open heart and safe place to be just Kacchan.

when it was just us.

[teaposee]

This will be fun ^^

1 / 2 / 3

[strawberijasper]

One of my favorite flavors of mha au is where Tenko was found and adopted by Inko and raised as Izuku’s older brother.

Like those two are brothers in my mind and I love it, I need to consume any and all fics with this concept (hint hint nudge nudge if anyone knows of any, the replies/reblogs/my ask box is open 👀).

But there’s a little part of me that wants to write my own. Or just to yap about my ideas since writing is not always in the cards for me, and that’s what I use tumblr for so >:3 whenever I have the brain power… you all will not be safe.

[fictional-reylin]

BNHA COLLEGE AU POST CAUSE MY DEPRESSIVE EPISODES ARE BACK

Thinking about Izuku moving into his college dorm one week before the semester officially starts. He's not in the hero course like he always wanted, but he's majoring in law, and that can make a difference in people's lives even if he's quirkless, so that's all that matters for him.

Not even two seconds in and his childhood friend Katsuki bangs on his door demanding why did he have to go into the same college as he did. And Izuku laughs saying his attitude won't hold up in court after Katsuki becomes a hero.

The two of them head out for lunch and meet a bunch of other people from their college that also just enrolled like them. Ranging from hero course, business major, literature, physics, arts, you name it.

Izuku who in his first class is kind of sad that nobody he knows has the same major as him but then he turns to see Todoroki Shōto sitting a couple of rows behind him and is immediately nervous. So the rumoured drama family must have been real if the youngest son also refused to continue the hero work of his father.

He then catches up to katsuki and they both talk about their first classes and how they’re excited to finally be doing this. Izuku is a bit sad that he doesn’t know anyone, but Katsuki complains that almost everyone they had met last week is in the course and pissing him off.

The two of them are also warned about a bunch of mischievous students know as the “League of Vilains”

“Wait they’re announcing that they’re vilains ?”

“Nah that’s just the name of their band. But you do not want to be close to them, or at least the people they hang out with. They know how to stay out of trouble, you don’t”

Okay that’s it. I will come back with an introductory post for the fic and a will to live. For now enjoy whatever this is.

Inspired by this post

[wasabi-gumdrop]

neon glory squad 💖

[everythingspokenfor]

Casually thinking about older!Bakugou . As usual, all characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.

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Older!Bakugou who is still in his early 30s, being pestered by his mother to at least get a girlfriend (and eventually settle down). She is afraid she'll never be able to meet her grandkids if this continues.

Older!Bakugou who has attended weddings of his friends, co-workers and even few of the people he had rescued. Although, had no intention of settling down anytime soon, wanting to focus on hero work because it gave him a drive, something to look forward too.

Older!Bakugou who was never really interested in any women that threw themselves at him, always keeping to himself, mellowed out with age. His friends no longer setting him up on blind dates because it was all in vain.

Older!Bakugou who hires a new support tech, because he was impressed by the work. Who meets the newbie in the hallway of the building, screaming at a rookie prohero.

"this is my resume", you shoved an open file into the rookie's face,"on page 12 it list all the things I was hired for", you pause pulling the folder, skimming through the pages to open page 12, he assumes. "Here, now read carefully, does it say 'write reports for rookies because they are apparently incapable of writing it' huh?", you slam the folder shut on the table. " Don't ever expect to do your work, rookie."

You turned around and left the hallway, not really noticing that you almost ran into Pro-hero: Dynamight.

Older!Bakugou who observes you working around the lab, fierce support tech that minds her business and prefers talking to her projects over actual people. Diligent with her work, getting her job done.

Older!Bakugou who enters the lab one day because his gauntlet need to repaired.

"they are too chunky." You don't really have a filter, already working on dismantling the whole thing, not sparing Bakugou a glance.

"You should focus on your work, kid." He was already staring at you.

"What do you think I am doing, Dynamight? This chunk isn't going to fix itself."

He is glad that your words remains same, irrespective of who you are talking to. Always stating the obvious.

"watch it, kid." He walked out of the lab.

Older!Bakugou who is surprised when the new tech remodels his gauntlets but also repairs the old ones, showing him the perks of new ones while still repairing the old ones just in case he doesn't like the new ones.

Older!Bakugou who, at 32, finds himself horrified by the idea that he might be interested, in someone, someone who is younger than him. You are 24, barely am adult in his eyes. You are smart, snarky and considerate.

You explain things to people, help around the lab, yet you are still sharp can take a joke, can make a joke.

Older!Bakugou that is nervous, prospect of asking out a girl making him sweat. He stands at the entrance of your lab, clear door doing nothing to hide his hulking frame, you are still working on something, hunched over a table with a chunky metal in hand.

"you know, I can see you, right?"

He lets out a breath, a small smile breaking onto his face, he moves into the lab. You notice he is wearing casual clothes, sweatpants and a t-shirt, carrying take-out boxes in his hand.

"I was getting dinner, thought I'd get you some too." He is already setting up on the 'not work table' in the room, already aware of what would happen if he put food on your 'work table'.

"What did you do, boss?" You voiced suspiciously, already moving to wash your hands.

"Can't even get people dinner in this economy"

"People", faux disbelief evident in your voice,"I wouldn't call me people, boss" you pulled the chair out and sat in front of him.

"Why not, tech?" He teased, handing you pair of chopsticks.

You look at him with mischief in your eyes, you lean over and play your hand around you mouth, almost as if sharing a secret,"Because you don't practice asking 'people' out, Suki."

His eyes widened,"You heard that? I thought the glass door was fucking sound proof." He let out a sigh, hours of practising and he doesn't even get a chance to say it.

"They are soundproof. From the inside tho." You looked over to him, before placing your hand over his," And I'll go on that date, also we should totally check the sound proofing of the lab tonight."

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[mega-ditto-3]

Mha fic idea #34

Alright, another fic idea but this time.... Bkdk angst. 🧡💚

Amnesia Quirk!With a Twist!

You've been warned.

At the height of their prohero careers, Izuku is hit with an amnesia quirk. Only, he seems to have lost just the memories connected to his husband Bakugou Katsuki. It might be a bit awkward, but can still work and live his life for the month it'll take for the memories to come back.

And they do.

His first memory, it comes back the same day he'd been hit.

Their first date. An amusement park with crepes and smiles and holding hands-

And as the days pass, more and more memories replace the blank space in his mind. Of all of the good times they've had together. Memories of their wedding, their anniversaries, birthdays, fun times, winning a good battle, childhood memories that mysteriously cut off...

An apology.

It lacks context, but these memories make his heart sing. Izuku couldn't stop himself from forming a crush on the blonde even if he tried. These feelings are even further reinforced by the frequently retrieved memories. He spouts praises in a way that feels familiar and his heart blossoms with delight over how perfect they are together.

Izuku's constantly showing his affection and appreciation, but as the month continues Bakugou starts to act strangely. Bakugou is careful to disengage from the warm hugs and flirty smiles, reminding Izuku that "things weren't always like this" and shying away from Izuku's approval that "He's not perfect, he's made mistakes."

This does not deter Izuku. He's head over heels for this man and every new memory he just sinks even deeper...

That is.

Until the good memories run out.

There's a little less than a week to go when one arrives. It's not too bad, maybe a bit confusing, but Izuku doesnt mind it.

But they keep coming. Pieces to some of the other memories that leave some of them a bit more bittersweet. Memories where Kacchan's harshness was less funny, more frustrating. And then scary.

Izuku is shattered. Their romance had seemed so wonderful and easy, almost like a dream, and he's losing it with every new memory gained. They feel tainted, nothing about them seems real; Like there's some kind of caveat to every whispered promise.

He's frustrated with himself, confused and upset and not understanding why these memories were hidden from him to save so much heartache til the end and it just keeps getting worse.

Kacchan had warned him, but he couldn't have known it would hurt so much.

There aren't any good memories left. Nothing to soothe this ache- the betrayl- and he can't help looking at their relationship differently the closer they get to the worst of their fights and arguments. Things that even Katsuki knows he can't explain...

Sidenote here:

I've noticed in amnesia!quirk fics that when it comes to the angsty memories between bkdk, like their middle school experience, there are usually still some good memories to soothe the amnesiac to remember and return to their partner.

This is probably since most of the memories are returned

A. Chronologically

B. Randomly, as plot dictates

C. All at once

These types of fics are great, don't get me wrong! I eat it up. Amnesia fics are great for angst fodder.

I'd just love to see if anyone else had this thought of the memories coming back based on progression of Good ones to Bad ones (to Worse ones). I like that there is no redemption from the quirk. It rearranges the perception of the person it affects in such an awful way.

Bkdk would seriously have their work cut out for them at the end of the month.

[flying-cat]

I just thought of Izuku immediately shooting up in the hero rankings like a week after he becomes an active pro-hero again because everyone is so happy that he's back and Katsuki wants to be annoyed that Izuku ranked higher than him so quickly like he would've been, once upon a time, but he really can't be because this is what he worked eight years to see, and now he can finally compete with him again. So he sits in his apartment, TV on, watching Izuku try not to stutter his way through his first returning interview with fondness and pride, and thinks it's finally time to put some actual effort into climbing higher on the hero rankings.

(Not that being #1 is his priority anymore. He's just happy that he gets to fight alongside Izuku again, that they can compete with one another as equals, and that they can complete one another like two sides of the same coin. For the rest of their lives.)