#c: masaru

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The Last Batch of Characters (For Now) From Book of Farside/City of Fractured Dreams

These eight (plus the minor characters) were either going in three posts or in one and frankly I'm not about to make more posts if I don't have to. Less organization.

So! This batch as Aeliana, the leader of the only "official" political party in Underside, her right hand, one of Kat's friends, the kitty cat Topside family, and my favourite forbidden romance. Enjoy!

Accessible text version below the cut.

Aeliana (She/Her) | Queer

34 yr old Undersider

Upstart politician determined to get Underside a seat at the table and a voice in Tairkyda politics

Older half-sister of Janus

Ambitious, courageous, assertive, and charismatic. Tends to get tunnel vision.

Despises Shahin and will do anything to get rid of him, as she sees him as a blight on Underside

Dog beastie with floppy ears and a tail. Also has a keen sense of smell that she can use to detect sweat and some pheromone changes, giving her an image of being able to tell when someone is lying/stressed/emotional when no one else can

Runs a massive political movement in Underside that doubles as an activist and terrorist unit

Emiko (She/Her) | Trans, Queer

28 yr old Undersider

Aeliana’s third-in-command, under Aeliana’s wife

Aeliana’s biggest fan and defender. Takes criticism of Aeliana extremely personally

Aggressive, mistrusting, observant, meticulous, insecure

Despises Kat for unclear reasons

Otto (He/Him) | Queer

22 yr old Undersider

Genius inventor who is always going underappreciated and getting dismissed by others

A close friend of Kat and her partner in finding Cináed

Deeply dislikes Aeliana and her movement, believing it’s only going to make things much worse

Fascinated by EthosTech and ArTech, but has never been able to crack either

Proud, a little goofy, excitable, and mostly just wants people to listen to him

Hitomi (She/Her) | Queer

49 yr old Topsider

Masaru’s wife and Selene’s mother

Head of the Topside spy network and a strong spy in her own right

Highly trained martial artist with beastie modifications made to accommodate her wall clinging abilities (something rare in cat beasties, but possible)

Generally good natured and good humoured, hides barbs behind teasing comments, sees far more than she lets on, pretends to be a bit of a ditz to anyone who will fall for it

Masaru (He/Him) | Queer

54 yr old Topsider

A cat beastie with big fluffy black ears with white tufts, fangs, and a long black tail with a white tip

Head of the military & the military academy of Topside

Believes strongly in law, order, and justice

Selene is his daughter. Hitomi, his wife. Loves his family, is very protective

Never recovered from losing his son, Kichirou, in class riots several years ago and still searches for answers. Blames Underside for it

A little too fanatical

Selene (She/Her) | Trans, Queer

20 yr old Topsider

Daughter of Hitomi and Masaru

A cat beastie with big ears, a tail, and fangs, as well as a cat nose

Very shy, very content with her life at the moment, doesn’t want to get in trouble or danger because she fears what happened to her brother happening to her

Very cautious and fearful. Often jumps at things

Becomes increasingly disillusioned and angered with and at the system

Eventually ends up with Kat

Hakim (He/Him) | Trans, Intersex, Queer

25 yr old Topsider

Son of a pair of wonderful mothers, one of whom is head of the Commerce & Trade Guild and is a Council member

Quiet, shy, insecure, perpetually anxious and worried

A secret Farsider. He manifested young and lost few memories, and he and his mothers have worked together for years to hide his status

Hakim can control minds and bodies via touch or song, which terrifies him and he never uses it

Tao (He/Him) | Queer

26 yr old Undersider

Xion’s older brother (unofficially adoptive)

A monkey beastie with big round ears and a long, prehensile tail strong enough to hold him and another person

A thief and a reckless adventurer always sneaking through Topside and taking what he can

Childhood friends with Hakim, from that time he broke into Hakim’s house and they became friends instead of enemies, because they’re both lonely dorks

Adores Xion and Hakim and would do anything for either of them

Minor Characters

The Dragonguard Gyda | 28, she/her, fighter Duru | 34, he/she/they, ranger Enara | 38, she/her, heavy Lars | 36, he/him, medic Aisling Faolán | 26, she/her, fighter

Deceased/Missing Characters Kichirou | Selene’s older brother

Aeliana’s Crew Kasia | Wife

Shahin’s Cohorts Yazhu | 44, she/her, right hand

Topside Elite Deirdre Faolán | Bran and Aisling’s mother Zahira | Council Member, Hakim’s mother Rayyan | Hakim’s mother Dr. Giuseppe Acardi | Scientist, Lara’s father Godfrey Faolán | Council Member, Deirdre’s husband Hua Sung | Ex-Council Member, Chao’s Mother

[junkyard-gifs]

tugger knows he's the cutest Skimble fanboy out there, everyone else can go home

Shiki, Nagoya 20/7/2000. Probably Masaru Yamaki as Tugger, Yoshinori Momo as Skimbleshanks, Kyoko Sato as Victoria, and Yoko Ishii as Jenny.

[krbk-notebook]

[pretty-sparkle-bomb]

Butterflies tap-danced in your stomach as you stood outside the humongous traditional-styled mansion that Bakugo called his house.

Today was the day you'd finally meet Katsuki Bakugo's mom, Mitsuki. You'd been dating Bakugo for a few months now, and while things were undeniable between you, there were a few slip-ups here and there.

He hadn't exactly gushed about his family life, so you weren't sure what to expect.

Taking a deep breath, you smoothed down your skirt and rang the doorbell. The wait felt like an eternity before the door swung open, revealing a woman with spiky blonde hair that mirrored Bakugo's. Her bromine eyes were tired, a different shade from Katsuki's carmine ones.

You couldn't help but wonder if that was where his own eyes would end up after years of wear and tear – perhaps after you'd settled down and raised little explosions together.

"You must be Y/n! Katsuki told me you'd be coming," she laughed, her voice surprisingly gentle. "Come in, come in! Don't just stand there like a shy little flower."

You smiled, relieved by the lack of hostility. Stepping inside, you were greeted by an unsurprisingly tidy living room. Photos of a younger Bakugo, with a much wider smile than he ever showed you, adorned the walls.

"Would you like some tea, dear?" Mitsuki asked, bustling around the kitchen. "Bakugo always preferred coffee, that stubborn boy."

You chuckled, "Tea sounds lovely, thank you, Mrs. Bakugo."

"Please, call me Mitsuki," she said, handing you a steaming cup. "So, when are yall thinking of giving me grandbabies?"

Y/n almost choked on the liquid she was sipping. "I-I'm sorry?"

"Don't be so formal, haha!" Mitsuki held the h/c-ette's hand before patting it lightly. "I was joking, dear."

You took a hesitant sip of tea before smiling. "He's...definitely a challenge," you admitted. "But I see a promising future with him. He's incredibly loyal and brutally honest."

Mitsuki's face softened. "I'm glad. He hides it well, but he cares deeply. Just like his father."

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. Bakugo rarely spoke of his father, and you knew their relationship was strained. "He does?"

Mitsuki giggled. "Masaru's a quiet man, but he instilled a strong sense of justice in Katsuki. He wants to be a hero who makes a difference, just like All Might. But sometimes, that fire burns a little too bright."

The door slammed open with a bang, startling you both. Bakugo stormed in, a scowl etched on his face. "Oi, woman, I-" He stopped short, his crimson eyes widening at the sight of you. "Y/n? Didn't expect ya t'be here. 'S early."

Before he could say anything else, Mitsuki walked over and playfully headlocked him, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Y/n is here for dinner. Isn't that right, dear?"

Bakugo sputtered, his cheeks flushing a faint pink, the scowl fading instantly. You couldn't help but grin, the awkwardness dissolving into amusement. "Oi, get off of me, hag!" he grumbled, though there was no heat behind the words.

You gasped, feigning offense. "Katsuki Bakugo! Don't speak to your mother like that!"

Mitsuki, still holding him in a headlock, was about to make a snarky retort when Bakugo simply muttered, "Tch, whatever," and escaped his mother's grasp.

As the family settled down for dinner, Mitsuki smiled and extended her hands out to say grace. Masaru, a quiet man with a warm presence, held his wife's hand lovingly. To your surprise, Bakugo, with a barely perceptible blush, reached out and held yours too. The gesture sent a jolt of warmth through you, a silent promise amidst the family ritual.

After dinner, you offered to help with the dishes, a subtle way to spend more time with Mitsuki. You found yourself enjoying her company, gossiping about everything from hero gossip to the latest fashion trends. With a twinkle in her eye, Mitsuki seemed to approve of your company.

When it was finally time to leave, Katsuki walked you to his door, his face unusually flushed. He fumbled in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crumpled envelope.

"Want ya to read this," he mumbled, shoving it in your hand with a scowl that didn't quite reach his crimson eyes. "The old hag slapped me upside the head before stuffing this in my pocket."

You knew from his tone there was more to the story than he was letting on. Carefully, you tore open the envelope, bracing yourself for who knows what.

Inside, nestled amongst a few tissues, were not one, not two, but three bright pink condoms. A handwritten note on a scrap of paper accompanied them. It read in bold, loopy handwriting:

"A little heads up because 1+1=3 if you don't use protection. We don't want that now, do we? Love, Mom. P.S. Don't forget to thank Y/n for helping with the dishes!"

You couldn't help but burst out laughing, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once. Katsuki, on the other hand, seemed to be on the verge of exploding. His face and neck were now a vibrant shade of crimson, rivalling the colour of his eyes.

"See," he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper, "I told you she's a hag!"

You couldn't help but tease him a little. "Well, 'Suki," you said, a playful smile on your face, "looks like your mom's a bigger shipper than you are."

Katsuki grumbled something incoherent, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

He wouldn't mind having a baby with you.

[acrylic-anxiety]

things I thought were canon in mha but are probably just things the fandom made up that are so deeply ingrained in fanmedia, coming from someone who only joined the fandom a few months ago (correct me if im wrong)

(also not caught up on s7)

- literally any ships (rip, i know, but guys, no student relationships are canon as of rn)

- eijirou and mina went to middle school together

- denki probably has (absence) seizures due to overusing his quirk/bc storms

- red shoe theory (the quirkless have an extra toe joint and bc of that they need different shoes. unfortunately there's only one type, so doesn't matter if you're 5 or 80, you're stuck wearing bright red sneakers ://)

- erasermic. just the entirety of them being together. also includes erasermic fam. still rioting from when i found out erasermic is not canon >:((

- denki has adhd + dyslexia + dyscalculia (and probably a seizure disorder)

- hitoshi is in the foster system (and was probablg ab*sed bc of his quirk. includes mentions of muzzles and quirk suppressants)

- present mic was born with his quirk, deafening everyone in the room when he was born (includes mentions of muzzles)

- the bakugous (mitsuki and masaru) are either the best parents in the world (super attentive and caring) or suck and are probably ab*sive (quirk suppressants on katsuki any time he comes home, neglectful masaru, aggressive mitsuki)

- izuku is autistic (while not canon, i wouldnt be surprised, this is coming from someone with auDHD)

- denki's parents are both pro heroes (theres two pro's with electricity quirks. maybe?? maybe not?? we'll never know)

- endeavor is homophobic (i mean... im not saying he's not-)

- present mic was adopted by two moms

- eijirou has two moms (this one tho, so cute oml im screaming)

- the bakugous run a fashion empire (katsuki modeled for them before UA

- rooftop trio's full friend group included nemuri (a year ahead of them) and tensei (iida's brother)

- iida is autistic (ngl, if this aint the case im rioting)

- tsu never had a childhood, too busy parenting her siblings while her parents were at work or traveling

- back to the bakugous, they were too busy traveling to do photoshoots (mitsuki was the model and masaru designed clothes) to watch over katsuki, so he taught himself how to do everything (chores, keeping tbe house, cooking, etc)

- eijirou has depression/was su*c*dal in middleschool, the only thing keeping him from toppling was mina

- some mutation quirks are there at birth, others come in later. ex: toru (hagakure) was not born invisible, she turned invisible when out shopping with her mom (just imagine thinking "oh shit i just lost my kid at the store" and feeling something grab your leg with the voice of your kid but nothjngs there. wild, absolutely wild) just imagine this shit with the rest of our resideng mutation kids (whom i adore) koji, fumikage, mina, mezo, mashirao (would you consider hanta, kyoka, rikido, and mineta mutation quirk kids? bc i do)

- some kids come from all over the world (i like the idea of it, just how do they all know japanese then??) one i can remember rn were like denki is a 2nd gen japanese american, yuga we know is from france, hanta is latino (i adore this)

- mineta is great!! or mineta is a r*p*st (now, hes gotten better, i'll give you that, but hes still not great and i choose to hate him so im moving on-)

- the sports festival ceremony triggered a flashback for katsuki, making him feel like he was back with the sludge villian again

- izuku and katsuki co-wrote all might fanfiction and individually at one point had all might stan pages.

- fumikage, hitoshi, and kyoka rotate between the bakusquad and dekusquad

- the emosquad consists of fumikage, hitoshi, kyoka, mezo, katsuki, and shouto

- ochako has dad sneezes (loud asf and probably back to back) and katsuki has kitten sneezes (cute and singular) (no i will not explain further)

- while katsuki is loud and "angry" all of the time, you only really got to worry when he becomes deadly silent

- if you want tea on anyone, go to either mezo or kyoka. they know all

- shouto had many firsts after the dorms were implemented: first time trying ice cream, watching a movie, listening to music, trying certain foods, etc. bc endeavor either hated it, or didnt allow him access to it bc he thought it was a waste of time

- momo probably has an eating disorder, regardless of her quirk, due to her parents pressure as a high society family

- quirk related symptoms/damage. ex: katsuki's explosions causing low blood pressure and hearing loss. present mics causing hearing loss and chronic sore throats (maybe even repeat tonsilitis??). hitoshi getting migraines, insomnia, and nose bleeds from excessive quirk use.

- aizawa transfered to the hero course after winning the sports festival his first year at UA (i think it makes sense, what with him training hitoshi later)

(this is what i could think of rn, theres probably more, add on if you think of any)

[writing-bakugo]

When You Know, You Know ~ Katsuki Bakugo

You experience a ton of firsts with Bakugo...including the moment you realized you wanted to marry him.

Warnings: self-conscious reader, Mitsuki does't like the reader

You? Yeah, you didn’t do change well. Back in high school, the first week of the semester you were often found in the bathroom puking up lunch. Something about change in the routine made your hairs stick up on your arms and your stomach eject its contents. 

You were dating for a week when Bakugo asked you to spend the weekend at his family’s home. Of course, you’d known Bakugo since freshman year in high school, but the sudden jump from giddy good morning text messages now that you were dating to “my shitty dad’s throwing a work party for my mom. On Saturday” was jarring. 

You didn’t know what to do. The thought made your mouth and throat hot and your head pale and sweaty. So, all week you interrogated your friends. Kirishima was first, obviously. 

“But like we haven’t been dating for long, Ei. Going to his parents? That's a big step...that's like you date for a year and then...you know?”

“He probably didn’t even think about it like that. It’s fine.”

Kaminari said, “yeah he’s an idiot. Don’t go. It’s only been a week.”

Then there was “OH MY GOSH! You HAVE to go” Mina. 

Thursday night arrived before you knew it. You gulped and decided to confess your anxiety to Bakugo. 

“That’s something extras care about,” Bakugo said. 

“I guess…” When it came to comfort, your boyfriend wasn’t exactly…tuned in. “I just—“

“Relax,” he huffed, “it’s only weird if you make it weird. My family isn't the kind of family to sweat that shit.”

Somehow the way his eyes were soft and pleading made you agree. Which is how you found yourself standing outside of Bakugo’s childhood home the next night with a backpack slung over your shoulder. 

“Katsuki brought a girl?!” Mitsuki couldn’t believe her eyes. Her son had a girlfriend?! And didn’t mention anything?! “Where’s Kirishima?”

“Who cares,” Bakugo huffed. He dragged you upstairs to his childhood room and you couldn’t help but giggle at the three All Might figurines sitting on his desk. 

“Who didn’t love All Might?” You asked aloud before the door slammed open. 

Mitsuki stood in a fit of steam and yelled, “I’m taking her, Katsuki!”

“Like hell you are, hag!” Bakugo yelled right back. 

But you found yourself standing in a spare room. It was large. Fabric strewn everywhere and clothes hung on racks. You didn't know what to say to Mitsuki, so you responded robotically with one-word answers.

Mitsuki wasn't impressed.

“It’s a work party,” Mitsuki said, “we work in the fashion industry so…let’s get you something to strut around in.”

You weren’t Mitsuki’s definition of worthy for her son. You weren’t drop-dead gorgeous like the models she worked with and you definitely didn’t have the personality she saw fit for Bakugo. 

In her eyes, Bakugo needed someone just as spit-fire as him. Of course, if she thought about it for too long, she might've seen the resemblance between her and Masaru and you and Bakugo. But to her? Bakugo needed a woman who wouldn't take his shit.

Your one-word agreements were entirely way too bland.

And when she made you try on a designer dress, one that she said she’s been working on for four months, you couldn’t help the knots that formed in your stomach. You’d never worn anything this…expensive before. Honestly, it draped on the ground and you thought it fitting for a modeling show.

Mitsuki frowned. “It’s too small for you.”

That struck a chord. You awkwardly laughed and tried to play it off. "Oh you're right!"

"You know, if you dieted I'm sure we could get this in you within aa month."

You knew she probably didn’t mean much by it. She was so used to being surrounded by starving models it probably was just a new experience for her too. You had a body carved of muscles and scars—not one that would ever see itself on the runway.

Plus, there’s no way she would’ve known an off-handed comment about your weight would’ve made you nauseous. 

She made you put on multiple dresses before you landed on one that you could squeeze into. By the time you were done, you’d felt completely out of steam and just wanted to curl up with Bakugo. 

Sure, you weren’t what Mitsuki had in mind for her son. But you were a pro and you had the body that came with the job. Same as Bakugo. 

The party was a similar train wreck. You were in an event center that you’d only seen on TV. Models galore draped themselves on a feral Bakugo. Steam erupted from his ears once, and you thought one of them was going to flop over dead. They didn’t stop coming onto him until he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. 

The contact made your stomach flutter. He’s never held you like this before. His hot breath tickled against that scar on your neck (the one you received in a battle oversees in Manhattan) and he rubbed circles on your hip. 

You ate food you’d never heard of and drank cocktails you didn’t know existed. The entire time, Bakugo clung to you like a koala on a tree and glared at anyone who came too close. 

Then it was over. People streamed out of the event center and Bakugo dragged you to his car. 

“That shit gets harder every damn time," he grumbles under his breath before you were driving back to his childhood home. 

You were ecstatic when Mitsuki and Masaru left you both alone when they arrived home. It was 1 am in all fairness, and you wanted out of the tight dress. But you couldn't lift your arms past your collar bone, let alone try to twist around to unzip the clingy fabric.

"Katsuki," you whispered and stared at the ground, "can you uh...can you help me out?"

His fingers on your back sent shivers down your spine and the butterflies in your stomach took to the air and scorching saliva drenched your mouth when you pushed him away and ran to the bathroom. 

“The fuck?” He chased after you and stopped when you keeled over the toilet. Bakugo rolled his eyes and crossed him arms, watching as you unloaded all the expensive and unholy hors d’oeuvres into the toilet. 

It made you squirm even more with his crimson eyes beating against you like a falcon when you retched. The pressure built up in your eyes and nose and your throat seared when tears and bile dribbled into the toilet. 

“I think my mom has some nausea pills. Want one?”

“No,” you gasped and sat back in your feet. “Sorry, I just…I need to brush my teeth and lay down.”

After a few seconds, you pulled yourself up and rinsed your mouth before reaching for your toiletry bag and tugging out your toothbrush and toothpaste. 

Bakugo grunted and grabbed his toothbrush, pulled out his phone and set a timer for two minutes. 

“DIE! DIE!” Bakugo yelled in the mirror and you watched with wide eyes, your toothbrush falling limp in your mouth. “DIE! Fucking germs!”

Your laughter graced his ears and he piqued an eyebrow at you. 

Before you realized it, you were saying, “I want to brush my teeth with you everyday, Katsuki.”

The declaration made both your faces beet red. It was so simple and comforting, standing next to Bakugo while he yelled at his teeth. It was so…him. Watching him brush his teeth was the most Bakugo thing you witnessed since you started dating that even though it was so new, it was something you wanted to do with him always. 

Something your friends always told you popped in your head when you stared at him while he gnawed on his toothbrush:

"When you know, you know. You'll understand later."

You could marry him right here with spit on your chin and a fury in his eyes. You would wear this designer dress hanging off your shoulders and he'd wear his sweats and that was the moment you knew.

This was a type of intimacy you'd never experienced.

And that was a change that made you truly happy.

[legendheroes]

So a lot of you guys are being called reckless and hotheaded, so which one of you is most likely to just charge into battle with no plan and who will first come up with a plan

Tagiru: 'A lot of us are hot-blooded and reckless' ? Are you sure, because I don't see anyone like that here...

[Everyone glances at Tagiru]

Tagiru: It's me, right? I'm the one who takes charge into the battle without thinking twice, right?

Daisuke: Well... Yeah? I don't get it either, but the only true hot-blooded and reckless ones here are you...

Tagiru: ...

Daisuke: ... and Takki.

Takuya: Whoa wait a minute! Weren't ya the type to charge into action WITHOUT a plan, Dai?!

OG Taichi: True, but... Daisuke's older now and he's mature enough to not do that anymore.

Tagiru: He did jump into action in my dream though...

Daisuke: It was a dream!! And no, I'm not hot-blooded. Reckless? Maybe. But Hot-Blooded-ness is more of a Takki and Tagiru thing.

OG Taichi: True, you're way more chillier than them and Masaru.

Masaru: ?

OG Taichi: The hot-blooded part, not the reckless one.

Daisuke: ANYWAY

Daisuke: Taiki, Haru and Hiro are the ones to come up with better plans than the rest of us, right?

Tagiru: How about Takato-san?

Daisuke: He's in the middle of 'being reckless' and 'making a plan' I guess.

Takato: Haha... True... 💧

Takuya: Suuuuuuuuuuuuure, yeah go ahead and try to not mess with the one who can simply end everyone's lives with the ire of a god-tier digimon.

Daisuke: No, I really mean it! Takato is like a balanced example of how to be reckless AND make a plan before things go south!

Hiro: So, does it mean you're around the 'make a plan' team too?

Daisuke:

Takuya: I don't think Daisuke thought about where he is placed in the chart, guys.

Daisuke: ............ Yeah, I guess I'll be somewhere around that area, but not in the middle. I'm reckless, but I don't like to take charge into battle, ya know??

R-Taichi: Like I said, every crisis is an opportunity!

Daisuke: And then you have the mini Taichi from another universe who definitely says something weird like that.

OG Taichi: We had enough crises and putting it this way makes it EVEN worse. Don't ruin the reputation of the other Taichis, little-other-me! 💦

Takuya: I think that Taichi broke his mind while facing a ton of bad things and now he needs therapy. Send him to your therapist friend, Dai.

Daisuke: Uh... Taichi-san knows Ken, and... Is another version of Taichi-san allowed to take an appointment with Ken tho?

OG Taichi: I thought Ken was a detective, not a therapist...

Daisuke: Oh, yeah he... Can be both, sometimes... Like how Yamato-san is a musician and an astronaut-in-training?

OG Taichi: Oh, I see...

Haru: But... Who's the strategist of this group then...?

Taiki: We could discover it if we--

OG Taichi: No, that's Taiki's role. We decided it before, remember?

Haru: D-did we...??

Daisuke: Kudou Taiki is the kind to come up with plans and plan B, and plan C, and plan D, and all the alphabet with precision and without miscalculating anything. He's terrible. Trust us, Haru. He would be the biggest menace if he were evil.

Tagiru: Wait, wasn't--

Takato: OK OK, Enough.

※ ol' man Taichi is still not aware who's the current 'menace to the society' list.

[ojamajodoremi-polls]

Welcome to the Favorite Classmate Tournament!

This is gonna be a big one. Due to the number of classmates and the fact i couldn't evenly distribute it in a number of pairs and sides that made sense for the brackets (maybe there's a way and I'm just bad at math), every side initially includes 3 pairs and 1 trio each, and finals will be a poll between 3 contenders and y'all will have to live with that, I did my best.

As always, pairs/trios and their order in the bracket were randomly generated.

Complete list of polls under the cut, they'll be linked as soon as they're posted. Polls will be open for a week. May your fave win!

Side A

Yuji Sagawa vs Masato Rinno

Natsumi Sato vs Jun Sato

Minto Wada vs Naomi Okuyama

Kazuya Yoshida vs Hajime Kikuchi vs Michiaki Watabe

Side B

Mutsumi Kudo vs Itoko Hamada

Manabu Takagi vs Kota Amano

Hiroko Kine vs Miho Maruyama

Ichiro Hirano vs Kenta Iizuka vs Marina Koizumi

Side C

Koji Ito vs Kotaro Okajima

Tamaki Reika vs Yuko Koyama

Yoko Manda vs Kayoko Nagato

Shino Hanada vs Nobuaki Yamauchi vs Keiko Yamamoto

Side D

Yukari Umeno vs Masayoshi Nakajima

Takeshi Hasebe vs Maki Higuchi

Noriko Kano vs Nanako Okada

Junji Manda vs Sachiko Ijuuin vs Goji Nakata

Side E

Sora Miyamae vs Masaharu Miyamoto

Masaru Yada vs Takuro Hagiwara

Yutaka Ota vs Dai Morikawa

Kotake Tetsutya vs Kanae Iida vs Ryota Hayashi

Side F

Susumu Yanagida vs Aya Matsushita

Nobuko Yokokawa vs Kenji Ogura

Shiori Nakayama vs Kaori Shimakura

Takao Kimura vs Toyokazu Sugiyama vs Shouta Taniyama

[1kiarika]

Bakugou x Fem!Reader ( kids)

Thank you guys for picking this story ( my first story :) ) I hope you enjoy Pookies, and here is some info

// warning: they're with be cussing// \(^ w^)/

n/n: Nickname ( for you, or everyone in the family)

l/n: last name

m/n: mother's name

y/n: your name

f/n: father's name

b/n: brother's name ( he the oldest)

h/c: hair color, e/c: eye color, s/c: skin color, f/c: favorite color, h/l: hair length

b/d: birthday

f/g: favorite game

c/f: country from

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a sunny afternoon, this hothead boy was sitting and playing in his sandbox until he heard. Um, he heard moving trucks? and after the moving trucks stopped right across from the Bakugou's house, then a black car came and stopped right in front of the new house they were going to leave their

Katsuki's pov

I was sitting in my sandbox that my old hag just bought me until I got distracted from building my mega amazing only-in-its-kind castle. I lifted my head to see that they're were some extras going to live right across from us.

' just what we needed, more people '

I say rolling my eyes and going back to my amazing castle. then a few minutes later I heard my old hag walking up to them, but I couldn't care less so I continued with building.

Mitsuki's pov

I was in the kitchen cleaning some dishes and watching Katsuki, when I heard moving trucks, I stopped what I was doing and looked a bit more out the window, and saw my old childhood friend

' this can't be true I say in my head and jumping up and down clapping my hands

'when she sent me that text message I thought she was joking around' I start opening the door and walking to see my good old bestie

" YO M/N, WELCOME BACK BITCH" I go and hug her

" ah Mitsu I missed you so much" M/n hugs me back, feeling the warm that I missed

" so how is F/n, has he been treating you well," I say raising an eyebrow

" ah Mitsu, you know him. he was being a good husband" She looks at me " How are you and Masaru doing, any children yet?" she says wiggling her eyebrows at me

" Oh me and Masaru been doing fine, still in our old same jobs but still making pretty good fucking money" I look back and Katsuki still playing in his sandbox, then I look back at M/n "Well we have our own little brat over there," I say pointing at Katsuki yawning

I hear M/n gasp " Oh let me see him, how old is he, when was he born, does he always play alone, does he have your personality, did he get his quirk yet, what is his name?" she started asking me questions

" Okay, okay calm down," I say giggling "Well he is 5 years old, and his birthday is on April 20th, his name is Katsuki Bakugou, and he has my fucking personality and attitude" I sigh "Well, he doesn't always play alone just today, and yes he did get his quirk, and it is an explosion"

M/n got excited and started walking up to him and I followed behind

Katsuki's pov

I was still working my butt out when I saw this lady walking up to me

"hey there Katsuki, what are you building there?" the lady said

' how does she know my name?' then I saw the old hag smiling so I thought it might be her friend she had been talking about all month

" well I am building the most mega amazing, one-in-it's kind Castle in the world," I say proudly staying up

" well my name is M/n L/n and I am your mother's childhood friend" she smiled at me

" so you are my old hag's childhood friend she's been non-stop talking about"

" hey brat watch it," the old hag said to me but I just rolled my eyes

M/n pov

when I saw Katsuki it just reminded me of Mitsu, they looked so alike maybe Katsuki's hair was a bit darker but still alike on the inside and outside. and I smile

Mitsuki's pov

then it hit me

" oh yeah how is b/n, is he like 7 or 8 years old now or some shit?"

I hear M/n giggling " Well he is 8 years old right now, and I have another child too"

my eyes widened when I heard that and I got excited "Okay tell me everything"

M/n sighs" Well her name is Y/n L/n, her birthday is b/d, she's 4 years old, she has the mix of her father's personality and mine, and has the eyes of her father but the rest is mine. and she still didn't get her quirk"

"Well, where is she?" I ask curious to see another little M/n

" well I think she just woke up from her nap, " M/n said smiling and walking to go get her and coming back with the cutest girl I had ever seen.

Y/n's Pov

I was having a sweet nap until my mom picked me up and I started to rub my eyes to add just to the light outside, then she put me down, and I held to her leg for balance

Katsuki's Pov

I heard footsteps again and I looked up to see this girl, holding onto M/n leg. She had bright e/c, and her hair was h/l and the most beautiful shade of h/c I had ever seen, the light from the sun made her s/c look bright. her dress was a shade of f/c and had a white shirt inside, and she was wearing this golden necklace around her neck and had golden earrings and bracelet. her hair was tied up into a half ponytail with a bow at the end that matched the color of her dress. She was so- wait what am I saying. I felt my heart racing and my cheeks turning red, ' what is this feeling. maybe it's just because outside is hot' I told myself that

" um, hi my name is Y/n L/n," she said to me and I looked up at her. her voice sounded like an angel, and I felt my heart melting

" I-I um" ' huh?! why am I speaking like this? gosh this is embarrassing' I say in my head- wait why is it embarrassing, I shake my head and I grin and look at her

" the name is Katsuki Bakugou," I say, all proud " What do you want extra"

I see L/n sitting next to me and my heart starts to race again " ugh stupid heart, why are you acting like this damn it' I say to myself not knowing what else to do

what will Bakugou do the first time meeting the lovely Y/n, Huh?

well that's all for today. Okay guys I might do a second part so, bye my children, see you next time

Love, Kiarika Suzuki

[pianistbynight]

🎶 my day in music:

- goodbye to love by the carpenters - solitaire by the carpenters - nocturne op. 20 in c# minor by chopin - ballade no. 1 in g minor by chopin (arr. Masaru Yokoyama) - étude op. 25 no. 5 "wrong note" by chopin - kreutzer sonata (1st movt) by beethoven - piano trio no. 4, op. 90, "dumky" by dvořák

[junkyard-gifs]

100% of Sillabubs agree with you that Tugger looks like a comfy bed for a kitten to nap on. (If he'll just stop rocking out for a moment.)

But she will ask politely, as Skimbleshanks sings about the sleeping car express.

(Tugger is a very patient mattress.)

Shiki production, Nagoya 20/7/2000. Eriko Murata as Sillabub, ?Masaru Yamaki as Tugger, ?Yoshinori Momo as Skimbleshanks.

[katsuizu-stuff]

Hisashi Midoriya / All For One

(this is just me debunking the AFO is Izuku’s dad theory)

I been think about Izuku’s dad now there are many theories about him but the one I think is a possibility is the AFO being his dad because Mr. Horikoshi is a Star Wars fan

But then again all we really know is that he is the husband and father to Inko and Izuku, his quirk allows him to breath fire and he is working abroad that’s about it

Quirks, Parents, Children

Now let me start this random rant, starting off with what we know about parents and children. I’m going to use the Bakugo’s as a main example

Masaru and Mitsuki are of course Katsuki’s parents. Now Masaru’s quirk is acid sweat and Mitsuki’s quirk is glycerin

Masaru’s Quirk

Acid sweat: It allows Masaru to secrete acidic sweat with combustive properties from the palms of his hands. Unlike his son however, he cannot forcibly secrete it, and it comes out like normal sweat. If he rubs his hands together, then he can create explosions

Mitsuki’s Quirk

Glycerin: It gives Mitsuki the ability to secrete glycerin from her skin. Because of its moisturizing effect, she maintains great skin quality, despite her age

Now with these two quirks combined we get Katsuki’s quirk explosion

Katsuki’s Quirk

Explosion: It allows Katsuki to secrete nitroglycerin-like sweat from the palms of his hands and ignite it on command, allowing him to create strong explosions

Ok now that we have that established I can continue

Inko’s quirk gives her the ability to pull small objects toward her body from afar and Hisashi’s quirk allows him to breath fire

Going off the main bases (the Bakugo’s) there should be either A. a combination of both parents quirks or B. at least one of their quirks but also as Izuku states there is a chance of a child being born quirkless which would be obviously options C. being born quirkless

Izuku was born quirkless yet there was obviously a high possibility that Izuku could have ended up with a similar quirk like his mom or dad

Izuku Midoriya and Dr. Kyudai Garaki

Now with all this knowledge so far, let’s talk about Izuku’s visit to the doctor’s

We know how Dr. Kyudai Garaki is AFO main assistant/doctor which he is also the same doctor that examined Izuku when he was young

Ok now I’m going on a small rant which ends up fitting into this section, promise it will make sense

Ok first off, the only two times Inko would be in the hospital would be in two occasions 1. giving birth to Izuku and 2. taking Izuku to Dr. Kyudai Garaki for his quirk appointment

With this said it should be obvious that Izuku, just like any other baby, will be born without a quirk. Quirks will come in later maybe around the ages of 8yr. old - 10yr. old (I will like to assume so)

This will mean that Izuku’s records/files from when he was born should still be in the system and if not then Dr. Kyudai Garaki would keep a record/file on the names of all the kids who have been born within the hospital he works at

So within those years ever since he was born up until the age of 7yrs. old Izuku never once stepped into a clinic or hospital, because if Izuku were to get sick then it would most likely be just a simple cold or fever which can be easily cured with some medicine and some bed rest

Now that I said that it means that the x-ray of Izuku’s pinky toe isn’t fake, it’s real. Think about it, why would Dr. Kyudai Garaki want to show a fake x-ray if the results show that Izuku has no quirk?

Dr. Kyudai Garaki literally says…

“People with powers have only one joint in their pinky toes. Their bodies have evolved into a more streamed line version of a human form. You can see here that Izuku has two joints in his pinky toe like roughly 20% of the population. These days based on the research that’s available it’s save to say that your son isn’t going to develop a quirk.”

“Izuku should have already manifested one of these quirk or a combination of both, but after viewing his x-rays. I don’t think he’s going to.”

The Doctor would have no reason to fake it if he knows the truth

Now let’s say he did fake it and Izuku did have a quirk and the Doctor stoled it. There would only have to be two possible ways 1. AFO will have to do it himself or 2. The Doctor would have to use something on Izuku, like a machine

I highly doubt AFO will come out of hiding especially if at that point he wasn’t in the best state and I highly doubt the Doctor took Izuku’s quirk especially after seeing the x-ray

Izuku and Hisashi

AFO can’t be Izuku’s dad because Hisashi was in Izuku’s life when he was born to maybe around the age of 5yr. old or 6yr. old

Because in his memories/flashbacks he states that he even tried to use his mom’s and dad’s quirk

Izuku literally says; “He tried telekinesis and to breath fire”

How would Izuku know his father’s quirk and how he uses it if Hisashi wasn’t in Izuku’s life at those ages?

Sure Inko could have told him but in the flashback we see Izuku trying to breath fire

Why would Inko want to help Izuku out on trying to breath fire if that isn’t her quirk at all? However Hisashi on the other hand would try to help Izuku giving him tips on how he activates/uses his quirk

If AFO was Hisashi then he would have to be there for at least 5 years living with both Inko and Izuku

***

Overall this debunks the theory of AFO being Izuku’s dad. Anyways this was really fun to do and if you have anything else to add to this then be my guest!

[repo-net]

Reaction To Loyalty

Is is wrong to think someone is being silly, even if you would bend over backwards and get hit by a moving truck if it means they'll be happy? Is someone supposed to be the yes-man to that person, even if their decisions have been... questionable as of late?

Well, he supposed that was less of them being questionable, and more of him just having an internal conflict with himself. He was the problem, really.

"That's right! Monaca wants to throw a party! It'll be super fun with lots of games, nice food, and we can even use the servant as a pinata for the climax!"

But honestly, sometimes things around here just get far too childish for his liking...

"What? A party...? But why would we- no, Monaca. I don't think that's a good use of our time."

"Ehhh? What do you mean, Nagisa? It's not just a party, you know; it's a celebration too! Of our hundredth demon killed! That's three digits already, which is a big number!"

She held her hands up and started childishly bumping them against the armrests of her wheelchair, an exaggerated whining face on her expression.

What kind of mess was going on here? Was he being too harsh on her? Nagisa was aware of Monaca's 'episodes' and 'tantrums' that she enjoyed using to get her way; heck, he saw it happen a lot back in elementary where she'd make use of her status as Li'l Ultimate Homeroom to get a leg up. But still, it felt like he was basically disregarding her own wants.

And yet, it left a rather bitter taste in his mouth to be throwing what she calls a celebration for something so...

Right. He'll just have to pick his words very carefully here.

"A celebration...? Of what though? There's nothing to celebrate here. We haven't even completed our paradise yet."

Or even start with the actual buildings and landscape-changing yet. Though he does figure that would require all the adults to be out of the city...

"But why nooot? Monaca wants to celebrate! It's a special occasion! Why don't you want to celebrate, Nagisa?"

That's a pretty terrifying question. One wrong slip-up and she could easily misunderstand and make him out to be some sort of traitor. He knew pretty well just how much this game and this entire operation meant to Monaca. She was the one that pulled them out of their hopelessness when Enoshima had died, after all. Masaru was the leader by name, but his heart knew that Monaca was the real top dog among the five of them.

"We're the Warriors of Hope, aren't we? A party, celebration; whatever the term, doesn't really matter. We shouldn't be sitting around, making these self-indulgent occasions for ourselves when we haven't reached our goal yet. And that's making sure there isn't a single demon left in this city."

There was also that small fragment of his morality that thought throwing a party in the middle of such an event like the one they're pulling right now that felt... tasteless. Unclassy. Honestly, he saw this entire game as a means to an end. Liberating themselves for something like this just didn't sit right with him. Though he could at least understand why it brought so much joy to everyone else. It does feel satisfying to behead any demon that's chosen to hurt children like them.

The way he saw it, there were some people and true demons that were better off dead. His parents - and everyone else's among the Warriors, were prime examples of that. But someone's death was never something to celebrate. He couldn't help but wish the demons that surrounded him were dead, but it was less because he was bloodthirsty and wanted to satisfy his sadistic love for power and control against the same kind that hurt them and beat them down in the first place.

It was more of him being afraid of what would happen if they got back in power and had the means to hurt them again. He was deathly fearful of that possibility.

"And the more time we spend doing stuff like this, it gives the demons more time to regroup, strategize, and strike back against us. The parties and fun can wait until we've finally completed our paradise. You understand, right Monaca?"

He watched her reactions carefully, trying to read her as best he could. She laid back and relaxed against her wheelchair again, seeming to surrender to him. That was a good start.

"Okay, fiiiine. You're right, Nagisa. You're always so smart and reasonable, and you work so hard. But Monaca just thought a party would be fun, and a nice break for all of us, especially you. Monaca will even bake you your favorite cookies! I'd even style them to make it look like your head with your cat ears, meow!"

"Wh- hey, don't call them that!"

A giggle came out of her, and a sigh out of him. Ugh... he really did think she was perfect, but teasing was still teasing no matter who it came from.

Those cookies though, eugh. That was a massive weakness of his. And it wasn't because they tasted bad, it was the extreme opposite of it, really. They tasted amazing. It was because they came from Monaca Towa of all people. The one person he had such a hard time saying no to whenever she wanted to engage in anything he had the slightest problems with.

"Okay, the point is... I think this party can wait. I know how much you care about me- us, the Warriors of Hope."

Damn slipups! Stop trying to look so confident and self-absorbed around her, it doesn't look cool!

"But once paradise is built, there'll be no shortage of time for us to have fun. We can do all of the things you like... just wait a little longer, okay? I swear on it - once this is all over, I'll entertain anything silly you want me to do."

... ?

Her expression darkened for a short moment. It felt like the air around her turned black and his vision started to get clouded, the only thing he could see was a dark tenor that surrounded Monaca.

"Nagisaaaa. Monaca really doesn't want to fight with you. I just want to have fun, and yet..."

... That voice! Shit...! Did he say something wrong?! No, wait- he made sure to avoid any of the words that would've ticked her off. He really tried- he just-

"But that said, I guess you're right! Okay, Monaca will listen to you!"

... Oh. God, that terrified him. He really thought she was about to start screaming, kicking (wait, wasn't she in a wheelchair?), and detest him. The scene was clear.

A bright smile was on her face, her hands clasped as she inched slightly closer to him, enough to make a distant pink on his cheeks show up.

"You're soooo cool and smart, Nagisa! Even when Monaca or everyone else is distracted with things like these, you're still as focused and calm as ever! That's why Monaca loves you so much, you bring a lot of value to me! But once this is all finished and we've killed all the demons, let's throw the biggest, funnest party ever in the history of parties!"

His heart fluttered and raised itself when she mentioned that she loved him, though he and it was sent back to Earth when she followed it up with value. Right... he was getting a bit too excited there.

It was... most fun, not funnest. But he really didn't want spoil the moment and how cute she was being right now.

"Right. Thank you, Monaca. I'm happy you listened. I'll... go back to my duties now."

Before he could turn around and start walking away, he saw her tilt her head in curiosity, and she spoke in that saccharine voice again.

"Oh, already? Wait wait wait, Nagisa! Monaca wants you to do one last thing for me before you go."

What...? Well, it couldn't be that bad. Alright, he'll entertain her.

"What is it, Monaca?"

"Come a little closer."

A gulp. His ears breezed with heat, but he complied. The distance between them was no more than a single step now, and he didn't even have time to ask before she glomped him into a tight embrace, nuzzling her head against his chest.

"Wha-?! Monaca?! Wait, hey- what are you-"

Girl! Close! What! Monaca! Error! Hugging! Voice! Crack!

"Heeheehee."

She pulled his head closer to him, whispering a few words into his ear.

"When you finally see what Monaca's paradise is, promise me you'll still be with her. Can you promise that, Nagisa?"

A warm chill drove through his spine, the way she spoke felt so matter of fact-ly. The feeling in his legs melted, and he bent down on one knee to make it easier for her to keep the hold on him, swallowing down all the nervousness and mixed emotions he was feeling and returning her hug. He replied, his tone full of genuine dedication and loyalty.

"I promise."

[majostuck]

Would Hana prototype Pao? Or would she prototype somebody else?

Having her prototype Pao would make sense if Pao is in the human world during their Sburb session! i was originally thinking she prototypes Majo Rika, since shes closest to her after Doremi. Since i'm having all the ojamajos prototype their fairies, id have to choose between Pao and Majo Rika getting prototyped, or have Momo/Aiko prototype Majo Rika.

Here's the prototype list i have planned so far (subject to change based on whatever is funniest or would work best for the plot)

Doremi - Pop / Dodo

Hadzuki - Rere / Masaru

Aiko - Mimi / ?

Onpu - Roro / Oyajide

Momo - Nini / (maybe Beth?)

Hana - Toto / Pao or Majo Rika

i think its important to have Majo Rika prototyped, since she could help the ojamajos create a portal to the witch world when they eventually get to earth C :3

[ladyimaginarium]

When Erica creeps out her window, she sits on the rooftop and stares at the stars for hours. A deep inhale. The rain will be here soon. A familiar scent fills her nose, head tilted slightly to the side, only to feel a warm pair of hands place a coat around her shoulders as Delico sits beside her. A word didn't need to be spoken. He's here. He's here for her. Roslyn by Bon Iver plays softly in the background of her room a few ways away, but she doesn't care. Delico's chin rests softly on her hair and Erica finds herself fluttering her eyes shut. Peace, if only for a moment. "No one's going to hurt you, not while I'm here." "I know."

Worick places a box on her kitchen table, a smug grin forming on his lips, as if he were hiding something mischievous. Bellatrix stares at him with a quirked brow, her heels clacking on the floor from her bedroom to her kitchen, black painted nails tapping on the cardboard as she curiously opens the box, only to reveal... a phallus shaped stuffie with a kawaii smile, blushing and all. Beretta's blue eyes flicker upward and stared at him with a blank expression, looking down then look at him again, before she begins laughing loudly, her cackles echoing through the wide open space and her fingertips brushing her long black tresses and the other hand covering her mouth. Worick parrots back in chuckles, genuinely amused, but even more enamored with the way she laughed. He could tell she hasn't been like this in a while. "Yeah, I figured you'd like it, he's your new buddy." he chuckles lightheartedly as Bellatrix slaps him lightly on the shoulder before tossing the stuffie at him. "去你的, get the FUCK out of my face!" she laughs, her courtesan composure is gone if only for a minute, something he rarely sees, something she likely reserves for the people she truly, genuinely loves. And that was enough for him.

Minimi's shoulders rolled as he inhales, before exhaling, staring at the other Corsicans present before his tattooed hands clasp together at the sight of Bernardo Corsica in the corner of the room, with a pink croptop on. "Why am I here and who brought the twink." he deadpans, his one seeing eye staring at his former boss, waiting for an explanation. Not that he particularly cared as a vincian persay but, one, he came her fully dressed as an oyabun of the local yakuza should be, and two, why the fuck was Bernardo here when he had no clear ranking? Grandson privileges, probably. Uranos dismisses his complaints with a wave of his hand, before Bernardo clapped his hands once together. "Me, I brought myself here because I'm a jack of all trades!" If there was ever a time that there was an imaginary camera of life, Masaru would probably be staring into one right now. From a few seats away from him Svetlana's hand slides down her face with a soft groan, "Let's just... please get on with it." she mutters underneath her breath when right beside her Maverick seemed like she was staring into nothing - flat effect, probably - showing no emotion other than biting the inside of her lip, a display of mild amusement intertwined with annoyance. "Oui, s'il vous plait. For my sanity." she murmurs quietly. I'm here for you. He's known her for years at this point. Sig shifts from beside her, lollipop in mouth as her tongue encircles it, "Yeah, let's get this shitshow on the road, Mr. C!" Colt dips his head in agreement. "Yes." he agrees, saying nothing else, though his expression said it all: I don't wanna be here, get me the fuck out of here. Beretta flutters her lashes from beside Uranos, "Victor, sweetling," she coos, turning her head slightly to the older man, "get the blueprint!!" "Yes, ma'am." From the doorway, Georgiana smokes from her cigar, unamused by all this, mutters under her breath. "Sometimes it feels like I'm the only sane one here..."

[oopsallfanfic]

Chapter 11: Thieves

Your body stilled by your sudden illness left you lying in a hospital bed for a few days, gathering concern from the Bakugo family who had become familiar with you. Mitsuki insisted her family visited you, Katsuki included despite his incessant groaning. His mother stuck him with the flower shop clerk while she and Masaru looked through the rotating stand for a get-well-soon card. Katsuki shrugged off the clerk's recommendations for a simple bundle of colored roses and baby’s breath, then even a vase of golden-rayed lilies. Katsuki walked away from the clerk and browsed around at the pre-made refrigerated bouquets, that’s when a white-matte glass vase caught his attention. On a display of various glass, clay, and ceramic vases, this short round one caught his eye. He picked it up and gently brushed his thumb against the intricate vine details, he made his way over to the containers of individual flowers. The variety of roses seemed too casual, and lame, he thought. 

Katsuki went around the display and that’s when the red camellias caught his attention, he slid a few out of the container. He wasn’t entirely sure if you knew the long history there was for the language of flowers, but he knew. Another one of those things his mother knew that he absorbed. For a moment he was worried you’d know what the flowers meant, meaning if he gave you the flowers with his name attached you’d know. I’ll take the card out, he thought, easy, then she’ll never know. He grabbed a few gardenias to contrast the red and brought the flowers up to the clerk. 

“Add some basic flower filler and wrap it in a bow,” Katsuki said, “I don’t need you fucking it up either, make sure it looks great.”

“Katsuki,” His mother’s voice snapped at him. A sharp smack to the back of his neck made him jerk forward. 

“I’m trying to make sure she doesn’t fuck up the vase for (y/n),” Katsuki said behind gritted teeth.

“He’s making an effort,” Masaru mumbled, “Interesting.”

“Say sorry to this poor woman,” Mitsuki gestured to the woman behind the counter nervously working on the bouquet. “Now.”

“I’m sorry,” Katsuki grumbled, “Shouldn’t have lost my temper.”

“No worries,” Her voice was timid and high-pitched, it reminded him of a timid mouse. More yet, the way she hunched her shoulders and took to his direction so easily reminded him of Midoriya Izuku. That dickhead is everywhere in my life, he thought.

The Bakugo family finished checking out with the clerk and made their way towards the hospital you were at. When the three of them arrived, the room had been cleared as it had gotten too warm to be in and be safe to observe. You had changed the temperature of the room in your sleep, making it nearly 50 C in the small room. Your parents and the doctors couldn’t stand being in there, but Katsuki was able to walk in without much discomfort. He took the card from his mother and braved the heat wave to leave the gift for you. Katsuki shut the door tight behind him and walked up to the other card on the nurse’s station across from your bed. He flicked it open to see the names Haru & Hanai.

“Tch,” He sucked his teeth as he debated throwing away the card, her parents would know if I did. “Fine.” Katsuki set the card on the table with the flowers next to it, he plucked a plastic trident from the vase that held the note his parents wrote.

Since the doctor told you to stay away from strenuous activities and not practice until your arms and hands healed, you decided it was time to pay the Horita house a visit. You and the siblings sat around the kitchen counter picking at a bowl of nuts and dried fruit their mother insisted you eat to help heal faster. Mrs. Horita has since left to run errands, something about a sale at the grocery store she frequented. Hanai poured a generous portion of juice into a few glasses and slid them over to you and Haru who was unusually close while he picked at the snacks. You could feel the warmth of his body near you, it was as if electricity bounced alongside your forearms. 

You fidgeted with the edge of your sleeve, they were long despite the summer heat, but you wanted to cover the compression wraps on your arms. Was he unconsciously this close or is it on purpose, You thought, looking up at him from the side of your eyes. Hanai caught the more than friendly glance you threw and hummed at a brief thought. Despite being your best friend, you didn’t share everything with her in terms of secrets, and you definitely didn’t want to share this one. It had felt too dirty to tell, almost as dirty as the dream you had about Katsuki. Which she also didn’t know about. Hanai set her eyes on you, skimming through the bowl for dried strawberries.

“Did you eat them all?” You said accusingly to Haru, squinting up at him and cocking an eyebrow.

“Eat all of what?” He replied, the inside of his lip stained red from the berry. 

“You did,” You shifted in your seat and pointed a finger at his face. “The evidence is on your lips.”

“My lips?” Haru held a hand over his mouth to hide the evidence, but also the blush that covered his cheeks.

“Why were you looking at his lips, weirdo?” Hanai was able to play it cool for now, but when she would be able to she’d drill you for information. There was something up between you and her brother and she intended to find out.

“Looking for evidence obviously,” You could feel the warmth gathering under your wraps and creeping up your neck, “H-he ate all the strawberries.”

“Can we stop talking about my lips?” Haru still had a hand over his mouth, “It’s making me feel insecure about them.”

“If you admit you stole all the strawberries!” You turned back to him with a sterner voice.

“I live here, I can eat all the strawberries I want,” Haru smacked his hand against his thigh and let out an exasperated sigh.

“Go get more,” You crossed your arms and turned to face away from him.

“Will that make us stop talking about these stupid strawberries?”

“Yes, yes it will,” You nodded slowly.

“Fine,” He groaned as he hopped off the stool. “Do we need anything else while I’m out?”

“Oh! Can you get some honey butter potato chips?” Hanai smiled sweetly at her older brother.

“You know you shouldn’t be eating that junk right?” He gave an amused smile.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hanai rolled her eyes and waved him off. “Now get us our snacks, boy.”

Haru chuckled and left the two of you in the kitchen alone. As he left the room Hanai ran around the counter and sat in his seat next to you, watching as she came around faster than you could process it.

“You have a crush on my brother,” Her tone was matter-of-fact, straight to business with no sugar coating. It left you feeling terrified and then confused, she didn’t sound mad which you always expected she would be.

“W-what?” Was the only word you could utter, the word barely left your lips before she continued and you watched in stunned silence.

“He was going on and on about what to get you while you were in the hospital,” She leaned back and started connecting the dots. “Before that, he had defended you when Bakugo was getting fiery at our birthday party. Then again when we all went to the festival, you were both sticking pretty close to each other.”

“Bakugo was being a prick, Haru would’ve done that for anyone had the same thing happened to them,” You shrugged her off, trying to avoid the conversation.

“You can’t pretend he doesn’t like you at least,” Hanai said, “He was trying to lean into you just a few minutes ago before you started flirting right in front of me.”

“That wasn’t flirting,” You waved her off. “Besides, you’re wrong, he doesn’t like me. I’m still in high school and am about to attend his rival school.”

“Yeah, it was,” Hanai said. “And star-crossed lovers is far more romantic than whatever weird vibe you two have now.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You shook your head and stilled to look at Hanai, “Star-Crossed Lovers? Romantic? I just have a crush on the guy, I don’t know about anything serious like that.”

“So you finally admitted it,” Hanai gave a twisted smile as her goal was completed; to get you to admit you liked her brother. “You like Haru.”

“Fine, yeah, so what?” You smacked your teeth in defeat. “I-I’m. It’s not like it can go anywhere.”

“Who said?”

“Me.” You exaggerated a gesture to yourself, “Not only is he your brother, but he’s older and going to a different university than I’m planning on attending.”

“I think you should ask him yourself-”

“Please.” You held up a hand to Hanai, “Please don’t push. I just, I don’t want to hurt him. I’d hurt you too if something happened, and I couldn’t forgive myself if I hurt you too.” “You really are a great friend, you know that?” Hanai said softly after a moment of never-ending silence. She gave a sad smile and took your hand into hers. “I would have given you my blessing if you told me sooner, I’d give it to you now if you still wanted-”

“No, that’s okay.” You patted the hands that covered your own, “I just want him to be a friend right now, who knows maybe we’ll still be friends years from now and it works out?” You shrugged “Who knows?”

Haru didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he had left his wallet on the living room table and was about to go in to get it when he heard his sister talk about star-crossed lovers. How long is long enough to let the tension in the room die down before entering? He thought as he leaned against the wall in the hallway.  Haru watched as the minute changed, deciding it was enough time to walk in. Pretend you got most of the way there before realizing you didn’t have your wallet. Haru opened the door quickly and strode confidently to the table by the couches, being overconfident in his steps made him trip over the edge of the rug his mother just laid out the week before. He stumbled towards the couch, bashing his knee against a side table and stumbling towards the ground with his palms out. The shock ran up his arm as he landed on the sensitive tendons and muscles. You and Hanai exclaimed your shock as he walked in, or stumbled in rather. Haru gritted his teeth and stood abruptly, the two of you on the back edge of the couch looking over at him. 

“Are you okay?” You asked.

“Fine,” He couldn’t look you in the eyes, which you found strange. The redness flooding his cheeks told you he was embarrassed for having fallen over, definitely not because he heard the entirety of your conversation with his sister where you confessed that you had a crush on him. Haru snagged his wallet off the table and showed it to you, “Just almost forgot this, I’m off now.” Haru left in a hurry without saying goodbye.

You lay in your bed, gently tossing a tennis ball you frequently used to massage your back. Since resting for the last few weeks you started to feel tight, even stretching didn’t get rid of the stiff feeling in your arms and back. You sighed as you sat up and swung your legs over the edge of your bed, as you did the familiar ping of your phone's text tone sounded. You reached for your nightstand and flipped over the phone in your hand, the screen showing a message from Bakugo. You felt as if a string in your heart were plucked, goosebumps pricked over your arm.

Bakugo K.: It’s Thursday and you’re not at the gym. You can’t be that injured.

You: For ur information, not that it’s any of ur business, the doctor said I shouldn’t be straining my muscles for the next couple weeks.

Bakugo K: Yeah strain dumbass, not that you couldn’t exercise. Get your ass over here before your muscles atrophy.

You: 😐

It felt as if your heart and your mind were already up and running on a treadmill, you thought, Why would he reach out to me now? It’s been a month since I’ve been to the gym and he’s now noticing? Why did he notice?  You got up to find some shorts and a thin hoodie to wear to the gym, tossing a pair of socks on the bed after shutting the drawer shut. After getting dressed you rushed downstairs and passed your father, he was focused on scrubbing stuck-on food in the kitchen meaning he was otherwise preoccupied and wouldn’t see you slip out.

You pull on your running shoes without tying them and slip out the front door, closing it softly behind you. A simple bow fixed your shoes in seconds after you bent down. Your heart rate had calmed by now but you could still feel the tightness in your chest. As you passed the home nearest to the station you gently rubbed your upper chest to alleviate the tension. You scanned your train card and hopped aboard when the train you usually took arrived.

Bakugo K: Guess you’re chickening out from defying your doctors orders?

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You: Does this look like chickening out to you?

You had sent an image of your middle finger being held up to the train doors, a couple of dirty looks from older passengers didn’t stop you from getting a snap of it.

Bakugo K.: I stand corrected. I’ll be at free weights.

Of course, you’d be there, you thought. The trek from the station to the gym wasn’t long, but by the time you had checked in it was as if everyone decided they would rather be at home. It was easy to spot the ashy blond hair curling up and down as he hung on an angled bench, his knees wrapped around the other side of the bench. He noticed you approaching as he curled down, he brought himself back up and dismounted from the bench.

“Let me clean this up and we’ll stretch,” Bakugo pointed at the empty mats not too far away. You walked over and sat down to stretch your legs, laying them out in a wide V, and began reaching for your foot. The muscles below you began to stretch and burn as you grabbed and held your foot. After about 10 seconds you repeated the process for your other foot. Bakugo arrived and laid his shoes flat against yours, he stretched his open palm toward you and began to lean forward. 

“You should be taking better care of your body after fucking it up like that,” Bakugo chided, “I don’t know what you did, but obviously it should happen again.”

“I was just melting some ice,” You sighed. He breathed an airy laugh as you took his hands and pulled back, after another brief 10 seconds he began tugging and pulling you towards him. You felt the heat rush to your face as you realized you were dangerously close to his crotch. This made you want to hop up immediately, you wiped sweaty hands on your pants and started stretching your arms. Katsuki joined your abrupt change in pace and followed you as you threw your elbow up and pushed back, then put your arm across your chest, both arms to the back, and finally little arm circles.

You worked off the blush, but anyone would be able to feel the tension between the two of you. After wrapping up stretches you hooked your thumb behind you in the direction of the treadmills. “Warm up jog?” You asked Bakugo, who nodded firmly. You led the way through the weaving machinery laid out across the gym. The swaying made you feel conscious about the fact that Bakugo might’ve been watching your ass the entire time.

To your surprise when you turned to see Bakugo had his eyes up and forwards, his eyes were there the whole time as far as you knew it. You punched in your desired speed and incline as you hopped on the treadmill, Bakugo doing the same at the machine next to you. After about 10 minutes of light jogging, you heard the soft distinctive ringtone of your parents calling you on your phone. You pulled it out just as the call dropped, showing a wall of notifications from worried parents. You bit the inside of your lip and chewed as the realization of the consequences of your actions came to fruition. You stuffed the phone back in your pockets and stopped the treadmill.

“Where you going? We still have 20 minutes,” Bakugo called out, he slowed his treadmill to a complete stop and got off with you.

“Parents are calling,” You said, “I didn’t tell them I was heading out, they’d discourage me just going to Hanai’s but exercising in the gym is nearly forbidden up until next month.”

Bakugo could feel his heart race against his chest, he had originally only called you over to actually make sure you were okay. The tingle in his heart and skin made him feel otherwise, misguided by the need to stretch and exercise. Ever since he brought the flowers into the hospital he’s wanted you to know it was him and not Haru. Anything but that guy. He wanted to kiss you so passionately and so tenderly, he wanted to hold you close and heal your arms. Then there was the side of him that wanted to push the sappy love stuff aside and just do what he could to become #1 in school. The contradictions in his mind set him ablaze, his focus was on one thing and one thing only. His lips rapidly approached you and brushed your lips softly. For how quickly he came down on you, you expected to be head-butted but he was soft and gentle at first. Out of curiosity, you kiss back, feeling his lips pressed strongly against yours. 

The guilt of kissing a boy in a public area set in first, making you retract, then came the guilt of pulling away so fast. Before either of you could speak, you just stared into each other’s eyes. Bakugo’s hands hovered over your head, you hadn’t even realized he held you into him.

“I-I gotta go,” You backed away slowly at first and turned to make quick long strides toward the front door.