#ch: ex!katsuki

[hanasnx]

homie hopper reader going through the bakusquad after bakugou pisses you off. you’re doing this to get back at him duh but sero kinda knows how to fuck

[call-memissbrightside]

a continuation of this one-shot

warnings: mentions of cheating, having an affair, bad-words, relationship insecurity, hints of NSFW, (Y/N) cries a lot but honestly I would too lmao

"If you think crying like this will make me want you, you're a fucking idiot."

You instinctively flinch, like Katsuki's words were physically hitting you. He notices your small movement from the corner of his eye, and moves so that his back is facing you to almost save you from the wrath he was unleashing on his ex-wife.

You weren't going to tell him what Ochako said to you. Because you knew it would cause trouble between them when that was the last thing you wanted. When accepting to marry the hero, you decided that no matter what, you wouldn't further cause tension between them. For Katsumi's sake.

Yet, it was Katsumi who told her father. Somehow she stole her mother's phone the moment they returned to Ochako's home across town and called Katsuki, explaining what she saw even if she didn't understand the whole story: mommy yelling at (Y/N) and making her cry.

Katsuki didn't hesitate to immediately coming home when receiving the distressing call from his own daughter, and scared the absolute crap out of you when he seemed to pop out of nowhere and demanded to know what Uraraka said to you.

Seeing his anger made you submit all too easily, and he patiently listened to you tell him what happened through broken sobs and snot pouring from your nose as you tried calming down. Katsuki was upset that you were upset, and had the idea to hug you, comfort you but then his phone rang.

Now he paced the living room, half listening to excuses Uraraka gave him for being unnecessarily cruel to you. You watched him from the plush couch, hiccuping now instead of intensely crying.

"I'm getting the lawyers involved," He barked, cutting off whatever his ex-wife was saying. You shake your head, not wanting to cause more drama but Katsuki holds a hand up to stop you. Leaning more into the couch cushion, you bite on your lip as anxiety digs into you.

"Tell Katsumi I love her and that she's not in trouble for calling me. You better not punish her for doing the right thing. I'll be damned if my daughter gets in trouble for calling her own father, you fucking bitch." He leaves it at that, promptly hanging up the phone before Ochako could have a word in.

Katsuki tosses his phone down onto the coffee table and rubs his face groaning. You watch, silent, not knowing what to do or say.

Noticing your cheeks were still read and how puffy your eyes became from crying, Katsuki cooed softly, "Come here baby, it's okay."

Holding his arms open, you immediately get up to let him hold you. Burying your face into his chest, you inhale his strong, expensive cologne. It works wonders to calm your racing heart.

"Let me see you, " Katsuki whispers, cupping your face gently so that you could look up at him. His red eyes burned like embers and seeing concern in them makes your bottom lip wobble so you bite it to stop from trembling.

"No, no," Katsuki lightly chastises, pulling your bottom lip with his thumb, tracing it lightly over the bite makes you gave yourself.

You still don't know what to say, but a broken, "Sorry."

Katsuki will have none of that, he scoffs and rolls his eyes, "No (Y/N), I'm sorry my ex is a fucking cunt."

You're still sensitive, and hearing him say something that cruel makes you flinch.

"Don't call her that Katsuki, she is still Katsumi's mom." You're careful on correcting him, knowing he doesn't like it when you do that.

Katsuki sighs loudly, you feel him inhale and exhale. Looking back down at his phone, he looks almost annoyed. "She is, huh?"

Turning back to you, Katsuki can't help but admire how you look at him with your full attention, like you can't help but hang onto his every word. When he leans down to kiss you, it starts off slow and sensual. His tongue dominates yours and you completely relax against him, getting lost in his kiss.

"You think all that shit 'chako said was true?" Katsuki mumbles against your lips. Your eyes were closed and they stayed closed, but your eyebrows furrowed at his question. You don't respond.

"You wouldn't have cried that hard if you didn't think it was true."

He knows he's right. You know he's right. But you continue not to say anything, embarrassed to be so quick to lose trust in your husband from one simple conversation. Katsuki looks at how how your face begins to crumble, and is hurt from your hesitance.

"Look at me baby," He demands, and a smile almost graces his face when you listen to him. Fingers that were threaded in the hair by your neck tightened, making your neck snap up.

"None of that shit Ochako said was true." Katsuki looks straight into your eyes and you knew he was telling the truth. A weight that you weren't even aware of seemed to be lifted from your chest, and you almost wanted to begin crying from relief. But you don't, because you knew that would only irritate Katsuki further.

"Do you regret marrying me Katsuki?" You finally ask.

He really didn't have to marry you. You sure weren't expecting him to when the affair was leaked to the press, and after Ochako announced their divorce in a press statement. That was hell for you, when the whole world learned you were sleeping with Japan's #2 hero, who was married and a father. It hurt even worse when people realized you were the babysitter, like you purposely broke up the Bakugou family for your own personal gain. That wasn't true, it just happened and yes, you felt horrible about it but also you and Katsuki were real. No one, absolutely no one, wanted to hear your side of the story. Their minds were made up.

You lost everything from having an affair with Katsuki Bakugou.

Your parents were so disappointed, they cut off all contact with you. You had to drop out of college mid-semester after getting harassed by your peers. Fans of Katsuki would throw things at you when you'd walk through campus. Coffee, paint, condoms. Uravity fans were even worse, calling you all the horrible names in the book: slut, whore, home-wrecker, gold digger. They bullied you online constantly, and you had to take down all your social media pages because it got so bad. And when your phone number got leaked online? You almost went mad with the countless calls and messages from trolls that you broke your phone just to have peace. You were broke because no one wanted to hire you, especially not as a nanny.

You truly thought that Katsuki would end things during that time. He would only call you from a new, secure phone his assistant dropped off at your dorm, hearing you cry about all the things people had done and all the names they called you. It was a while before you got to see him again in-person, due to his publicity team deeming it appropriate to wait it out until the divorce was settled.

You didn't think Katsuki would stick around. You already cried and yearned for him when under the impression that he'd leave you. Sure, the relationship started with just hot sex. But you liked to believe that there were moments when you saw the real Katsuki, the one who was kind and gentle with you, the one you loved. God, after all the shit you endured because of him, you still loved him. That's what made it hard to finally see him, because you convinced yourself he was only asking you out to break things off with you completely.

Yet, when Katsuki went down on one knee and asked you to marry him, you burst into tears and said yes before really thinking about it because you were just glad he loved you and chose you.

It all happened so fast, too fast and you were slowly cracking under the idea that all of this was a mistake.

Katsuki laughs.

He fucking laughs. Whatever vulnerability you felt comfortable sharing with him is locked away in your chest.

"Fuck you!" You yell, pushing at his chest but there's no way you're getting away from him. Not if he didn't want you too.

Katsuki kisses you silly, and only pulls you back when you try to speak up.

"Stupid woman," He whispers against your lips. "I must be a bad husband if I have you thinking I regret ever choosing to be with you."

He's smirking now, thumbs tracing the underlying of your jaw.

"Go to the bedroom and wait for me, and I'll show you just how much you mean to me."

Your body heats up at his words, and he finally lets you go. Katsuki was never much of a talker, but rather liked showing how he felt. You knew you would never get a full explanation from him on what or why he decided to marry you, but you body ignited at how he would explain in the bedroom.

Yelping at the feeling of his hand swat at your behind when you turn to head towards the bedroom, Katsuki laughs out loud again.

Checking his phone as he grabs his hardening cock in his pants, his eyes look over the countless messages and emails notifications to see if any need his attention immediately.

Assistant Hana: when will you be back?

"Katsuki!" You yell from the room.

"Be there in a few, calm down!" He yells back, texting a quick message.

Bakugou: i got important business to deal with at home

A/N: I was going to continue the angst but surprisingly i decided to go with a 'happy' ending. i'll probably make more one shots using this storyline, keep a lookout for them.

[triforceangel13]

Sing Me A Melody Ch. 5 (A BakuDeku Omegaverse Au)

Chapter 5: Moving Fast

Izuku's heart hammered in his chest and he tugged the already closed robe tighter around himself in a feeling like it would protect him.

He had nearly kissed the band leader. He barely knew the man yet he felt such a connection with him even from the small tid bits of stuff he knew.

Katsuki sighed heavily as he made his way to the door and tugged it open with a scowl after looking in the peep hole.

“What,” he snapped at another fmailiar blonde head of hair. Chargebolt, another member of Katsuki's band that Izuku recognized.

“Hello to you too grump,” Kaminari said with a roll of his eyes and stepped into the suite much to Katsuki's growling at him.

“Now's not a good time man,” he stated flatly.

“I'm only here to see if you have the sheet music for the next concert? I need to adjust my timing and I can't do it without the sheet music- well hello,” Kaminari drawled and then stopped once his eyes landed on the small omega sitting on the couch.

“H-hi,” Izuku said, clearing his throat as the greeting came out more like a squeak.

“Now I see why you're acting like that,” Kaminari said to his fellow bandmate, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

“One, I'm always like that,” Katsuki stated. “And two, it's not what it looks like.”

“Really?” the other blonde asked with a snort. “Cuz from my point it looks like you brought someone here to get busy.”

Izuku's cheeks burst into a bright red and he buried his face into the robe even further. At least Katsuki's scent was comforting.

“With my track record, you really think I would be stupid enough to chance that again?” Katsuki snapped.

Kaminari held his hands up in defense.

“Just saying man. Us alphas got needs.”

“You're not even an alpha. You're a beta,” Katsuki retorted.

“True,” Kaminari said. “And not ashamed of it.” His gold eyes looked down at Izuku and he smiled a little in a friendly matter. “Name's-”

“Chargebolt?” Izuku finished for him and Kaminari looked at Katsuki with a raised brow.

“Seriously, you're really going to tell me that you're not sleeping with one of our fans for your personal benefit?” he asked flatly.

“No, no,” Izuku jumped in, waving his hands at that. “It's not like that at all. Kacchan just helped me get out of a really bad situation with my ex.”

“Kacchan huh?” Kaminari teased which earned him a punch in the shoulder.

“Shut it,” Katsuki snapped.

“I'm the one that...the new song and...new song writer?” Izuku offered.

The teasing went right out the window as Kaminari paled.

“Oh man, sorry,” Kaminari said. “You're Izuku then? Your song was amazing. I can't wait to see what else you come up with. Name's Kaminari by the way.”

He held his hand out and Izuku shook it lightly, still using his other hand to keep the robe closed tight over himself.

“Nice to meet you,” Izuku said softly.

“Izuku is a bit of a fan, but in all seriousness I was just helping him out of a bad situation. He's gonna stay here as long as he wants and needs to,” Katsuki explained and started to look through some folders that were on the table.

“Sorry to hear that. We're all here to protect you man,” Kaminari stated. “A friend of Katsuki's is a friend of ours.”

“Thank you,” Izuku said feeling a little more relaxed. He had been worried about that. He didn't want to over stay his welcome at all.

But by staying there for a few days might have Dabi grow unintersted and leave him alone. He would need to focus on other things.

He could move again but he wasn't sure where to go. He'd lose his job because he had to move. He hated this. Three times he had to move to get away from Dabi.

And now the man had found him again.

“Here,” Katsuki stated, holding out a few pieces of paper to the other blonde. “Now take this and go back to your hotel room.”

“I don't know man, maybe I want to hang,” Kaminari teased, leaning towards the alpha with wiggling eyebrows, his voice low so Izuku couldn't hear. “Gotta say man I don't blame you if you do want a piece of that.”

“Out,” Katsuki growled, pinching the bridge of his nose as Kaminari laughed as he head towards the door.

“Just saying man. Maybe something like that would loosen you up a little bit,” Kaminari stated.

“You and I both know what happened the last time I did,” he snapped at him. The smile fell from Kaminari's face as he opened the door, reaching to pat Katsuki's shoulder.

“Hey man, didn't mean to strike a nerve,” he offered.

“You did, but let's just forget it. I have to make sure he eats and then I'm gonna go to bed,” he told him. Kaminari gave a nod, giving a salut.

The door closed behind him and Katsuki sighed as he locked it up.

“He's a lot different than I thought he would be,” Izuku mused, taking a few bites of his ramen and he closed his eyes at the taste. Warm, filling and familiar.

“Most people say that about him,” Katsukis stated, flopping onto the couch next to him with a sigh and changed the channel. “Say that about all of us honestly. We tend to try to keep our real names and lives under wraps. Years ago we were told that mystery made people like us more I guess. Needless to say my life is too crazy that the press would have a field day.”

“Oh...” Izuku said, swallowing his food and he looked at the blonde, realizing that he was a little uncomfortable talking about the subject of his life. “Hey, it's alright if you don't want to talk about it at all.”

Katsuki looked down at him. This omega had spilled his guts and had told him a lot. Yet here he was a closed book.

And to be honest he felt like he could trust Izuku but also that he would understand the situation that he was in. They nearly had made out for crying out loud.

“It's okay,” Katsuki said as he watched him eat a few more bites. Good. At least he was fed and he had a full stomach to rest on.

That extra room would be perfect for him. No one had slept in it since he had gotten there so it would be comfortable for him.

“I had slept with someone a couple of years ago. One night stand which turned into something more. Or at least I thought. I had been head over heels for her,” Katsuki stated. Izuku shifted in his seat, holding the bowl as he curled his legs in close.

Cute.

“I had even asked her to marry me. She had said no,” Katsuki continued, leaning his head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “I cut things off then and there but she sunk one last claw into me before I could. She told me she was pregnant.”

Izuku paused in his food. No wonder Katsuki wanted to keep this a secret. He was right, the press would have a field day about all of this.

He would take these words to his grave.

“I refused to pursue anything with her ever again but I have a link to her,” Katsuki sighed heavily. “I lost in the court case for custody. She threw my career at me and played it up that I wanted nothing to do with her. She barely lets me see my daughter and only lets me so she can get that check for child support every month.”

Katsuki had closed his eyes. His poor little girl. He loved his daughter so much. She was so sweet and was always excited to see Katsuki whenever she came to visit.

He felt hands agianst his cheek and Katsuki lifted his head and opened his eyes, looking down at Izuku confused. That's when he rezlied that he was crying.

“Oh...” he mumbled, Izuku started pulling his hand away with flushing cheeks.

“Sorry,” Izuku said softly. “I hadn't meant to. I...”

How did he apologize for something like this?

“It's fine,” Katsui said, catching Izuku's hand in his. Izuku swallowed, the burn in his cheeks getting worse.

“It's okay,” Katsuki said again to reassure him, looking into his green eyes. What was this pull he was feeling? He barely knew this omega.

Yet he felt like he could tell him everything, trust him with anything.

He turned his head a bit and brushed his lips against the inside palm. Izuku swallowed heavily, looking at what he was doing.

He wasn't sure what to do.

He was feeling the similar passion, feeling a fire brewing within him. His inner omega was happy, coming out of its shell.

He was happy with this alpha. He felt protected, cared for.

But he had just met him. How was he meant to think he had a strong connection to him when he had only knew him few days. At least on a personal level.

He only knew of Dynamight, the lead singer of his favorite band. He didn't know Katsuki, the man behind the name.

The blonde stared at him a moment and then leaned in. Izuku felt his heart hammering in his chest again. He had two choices. He could let him kiss him and throw caution to the wind, or he could tell him to stop before it was too late.

He closed his eyes a bit, leaning in again but an image popped into his mind.

What if the two of them wanted to have children in the future. With the way Katsuki was talking about his own daughter it sounded like he wanted his own family, one that wasn't going to be ripped away from him.

What would Katsuki do if he realized that he wasn't able to give him any children? Tears welled up in his eyes.

He would reject him just like Dabi had.

“Whoa, hey,” Katsuki said, cupping Izuku's cheek. He flinched a bit, pulling back a bit and hugged his legs, his breathing starting to pick up.

“I-I'm sorry. I can't help it. I never could,” Izuku kept saying and he shook his head.

Katsuki watched him quietly. He had never seen someone in such distress. Something had clearly happened in his past that it was still affecting him. Izuku told him a little but not the finer details.

Pushing out a calming scent Katsuki pulled him close to his chest.

“It's okay omega. Just rest,” he said to him.

Izuku trembled in his arms but soon the scent did it's trick and he started to calm down against him, just like he had done earlier.

Katsuki pet his hair, leaning back against the couch, watching as he started to doze off in his arms. He shouldn't have been so forward with him like this.

In the morning he would need to ask him what was going on.

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8

Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

FRIENDLY FACES

Shinsou smiled, as he read Y/n’s text. He’d found himself smiling a lot more because of her. Shoving his phone in his pocket, he was surprised to see the once empty seat next to him filled, by Y/N’s best friend Katsuki Bakugo. The blonde gave him a nod, mumbling into the phone next to his ear. On the other side of Shinsou, Momo took a seat, offering a friendly smile, as she set her bag down. “Find the class okay?” She murmured, as classmates started filing in and taking their seats. “Yeah, I took a campus tour last week, good thing too, this place is fucking confusing.” Momo nodded, placing her cheek in her palm. “It really is, and the school doesn’t have the best direction either.” Katsuki let out a scoff, shoving his phone in his pocket, and kicking his feet up. “No shit. Remember that time sophomore year? Denki and Y/N got stuck in the fucking Chem lab.” Shinsou shook his head, snorting softly. “No fucking surprise there. Denki is complete shit at directions.” “Y/N was leading this time, and it was basically the blind leading the fucking blind.” Katsuki muttered fondly, eyes scanning the room. “The hell are you doin in this class anyway?” He asked, eyes falling back on Shinsou. Shinsou merely shrugged, “Finish out the course I guess. I dunno, I’ll probably go into the family business after this, but I do like courses like these.” “Why are you here?” Katuki merely shrugged, looking away from the other man, as Momo rolled her eyes. “He’s here for Y/N. He’ll probably be going into the family business, but her family life was terrible, so he takes these courses so he can figure out how to help her on her down days.” Shinsou was surprised, and Katsuki scoffed at the man’s face. “She’s my best fucking friend, of course I care about her.” He huffed, crossing his arms, and frowning. Shinsou only raised his hands in surrender, smiling. “Nothing wrong with that. I’d do the same thing for Denki.” 

“That reminds me,” Katsuki began, eyeing Shinsou, “He always been that oblivious? Seems to me like everyone but him knows that fucking glasses is pining.” “Finally!” Shinsou groaned, leaning his head back slightly. “I thought I was the only fucking one, but apparently not. He’s so fucking oblivious it’s painful.” Momo let out a snicker, as she snapped a quick photo of the two men talking, to send to Y/N later that day. “Unfortunately, Denki has always been a little oblivious, and a lot of he doesn’t deserve what he thinks he does.” Shinsou mumbled, regaling Katsuki with a few stories of their childhood, and Denki’s failed attempts at dating. “Iida would be great for him, but Denki feels like he’s in a completely different league.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “That’s just fucking stupid. So long as he’s happy, social classes shouldn’t fucking matter.” Shinsou nodded, pulling his notebook from his bag. “His ex was a total piece of shit, I ever see him again, I'm beating his ass.” Before Katsuki could say another word, his eyes narrowed, and he bared his teeth, the sight of the student that just walked in, causing his good mood to dissipate entirely…

Ch.7/Ch.9

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[thetrashywritingwitch]

"Be Still, Just for Me" Bakugo x Fem!Reader, Ch. 38

First Chapter Previous Chapter

Summary: Bakugo Katsuki, a Pro Hero in Japan, is used to the routine: wake up, kick villain ass, rinse and repeat. He’s living his dream, soaking in all he’s ever wanted and worked for.

During the brief moment he lets his guard down, everything changes.

Tossed into a world without quirks with nothing but the clothes on his back, he’s forced to accept the help of someone who knows exactly who he is: a manga character who should definitely not exist.

Chapter length: 6.3k

Warnings: T+ (cursing, discussion of trauma/PTSD)

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Co-written and plot mapped by @rose-sparks13

So sorry for the long wait for this chapter and the fact that it's not super long. Thanks so much for your patience and understanding <3

Chapter Title: Hope is the Thing with Petals

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“So… tell me a bit more about these nightmares you mentioned earlier. How long have they been going on?”

Trying to get comfortable on an unfamiliar couch in an unfamiliar office while being analyzed by an unfamiliar person seemed incredibly counterproductive to therapy. Without a clock in the room, it was impossible to tell just how long you’d been there, but it couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes.

Still, you were here and knew this was the best choice moving forward. There was no shame in therapy, of course not… but that didn’t make it any easier to talk about everything weighing on you for the past three weeks. You would’ve come sooner, honestly, but you had to wait for your insurance cards from your new job to be able to afford regular visits. So, you grabbed the plush blanket folded on the back of the couch, spread it over your legs while your fingers idly fiddled with the soft threads, took a deep breath, and spoke.

“Uh, sure,” you began. “I guess it was about two and a half weeks ago. I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping. Tossing and turning, can’t get comfortable, and the nightmares… I usually wake up startled, sometimes sweating or upset, disoriented. All I want to do is get a good night’s sleep…” Your friend had been generous enough to let you stay the night with her almost every night until you started your new job, but of course that arrangement couldn’t last and would never be a substitute for him.

The therapist hummed and nodded as she jotted something down in her notebook. The surveillance that came with being scrutinized only made your fidgeting worse. “Hm… and do you remember your dreams? Or nightmares, rather? Are they abstract, or can you tell what’s going on?”

It felt like swallowing coarse rocks as you spoke. “They usually start off abstract, I guess. Sometimes I’m running and sometimes I’m floating, but it’s almost always pitch-black darkness. A few times, I’ve been outside with trees and grass… but I think that’s only happened once or twice,” you explained while notably avoiding how hard you were gripping the blanket.

“Are you alone, or are there other people or things around? Animals, maybe? Any noises?”

You knew he’d come up sooner rather than later. The next part was harder to talk about, but not the most difficult. “I’m alone at the start. About half the time I can hear myself, and the other half I can’t, like I’m mute. I’m calling out for help to see if anyone else is around… and… sometimes someone answers, and sometimes they don’t.”

“Who answers?”

Even three weeks later, it hurt to think about Katsuki; a thorn in your heart that throbbed during the toughest, saddest moments. “My boyfriend. Uh, ex-boyfriend I guess.” Describing him as your ex when the only official breakup terms were that he no longer existed in your world would be impossible to explain, but you’d rehearsed things a bit for when the therapist inevitably asked more about him. This would be your new constant, a string of half-truths shouldering through your conversations from now on because no one would understand or believe such an absurd explanation of how Katsuki came to be.

For the next half hour, you explained not only the recurring theme of Katsuki and the bear, but gave a mild summary of the cabin events. Judging by the wide eyes of your therapist, it seemed like being chased and nearly mauled by an actual bear wasn’t exactly a common thing.

“Gosh, that’s an awful thing to have happened. I’m so sorry you went through that,” she said, voice laced with sincerity before pausing to let you calm down a bit from recalling the real life imagery. “If you want to stop, we can stop.” Luckily, she didn’t ask you to elaborate on how exactly Katsuki scared off the bear. Describing yourself in the fetal position with your eyes screwed shut while disoriented and terrified provided the perfect excuse for vague-but-honest descriptors.

“No,” you insisted before easing back into the couch while gnawing on your bottom now-sore bottom lip. “I… I can keep going. I knew it would be hard, especially the first day. But um… yeah. Yeah I’m fine.”

With a sigh, she nodded. “Alright, if you’re sure. But know that we can stop anytime and come back to it another day.” She waited until you nodded as well. “Now… you said your nightmares started a few weeks ago, but the bear incident was over a month ago?”

“Yeah. It… OK, the nightmares actually started that night. I think I was in shock? Or something? It was like I couldn’t focus on what was happening or where I was… I’d close my eyes and realize I’m in the bathroom or the kitchen and not remember how I got there. Katsuki was pretty concerned, but he… helped me a lot.”

“Yes, those do sound like potential symptoms. After that kind of ordeal, the body and mind often lags behind as it processes trauma.”

“That uh, sounds about right,” you answered awkwardly. “But, anyway… I think everything wore me out and I fell asleep in the living room and woke up in the bedroom. I only remember bits of the first nightmare, but I woke up screaming not knowing where I was. It was so real…” Only when you glanced down did you realize your hands were shaking and you tried to force them to stop. Avoiding talking about this with Katsuki just meant delaying the inevitable. The therapist remained silent and patient to let you continue. “And… he came up to check on me. And I said I didn’t want to be alone, so he stayed with me. I didn’t have nightmares after that so long as he was nearby.”

She hummed again and made another note. “I see. So, Katsuki acted as a sort of coping mechanism, a safe comfort for you. And with him gone, I presume, they’ve come back. Am I close?”

Sighing through your nose, you nodded. “Sounds about right, yeah.”

“Can you tell me a bit more about him? It seems like the breakup was recent. So what happened?”

You opened your mouth before closing it again like a gaping fish. It had been three weeks, so it should’ve been easier to talk about him, but everything still hurt and pulled and ached like a bruise that refused to heal, still purple and ghastly yellow around the edges. Although you’d only known him for a month, the close connection you made far-outshined the short time span. Even now, you felt your throat grow tight and your eyes water as you thought about that last morning in his arms.

“I… ah, sorry. Um… can we, uh, talk about him another day? Please?”

You avoided her stare, unsure if it was judgmental or concerned and busied yourself with grabbing a tissue out of the nearby box. “Of course, we’ll have plenty of time.” Glad that she dropped the subject, you eased back into the comfortable couch. “Speaking of, I think that’s about it for today. The hour is up. But I want you to try some exercises…”

Listening as carefully as you could while trying to put Katsuki out of your mind, you unwound your hands from the blanket and folded it carefully over the back of the couch before picking up your purse. “Thank you. That was hard, but I figured it would be.”

“The first few sessions are always an overload of information dumping so that we can lay out the issues that you’d like to work on. Some days will be easier, but some will be difficult,” she explained while typing on her laptop. “You want to come back the same time next week? And continue on a weekly basis for now?”

You checked the time on your phone to see that you needed to rush down the stairs to make sure you could get to work on time. Having therapy sessions before work wasn’t ideal, but they rarely took clients on the weekends and you valued your lunchtime. “Yeah, yeah that works. Thanks again,” you said as you grabbed your empty coffee cup. At least the free coffee she provided was a plus for these early mornings.

“Of course… oh, don’t forget your parking validation.” You watched her dig into a drawer and pull out a card to hand to you. “No one likes paying for parking.”

“Very true. Thanks.” With the card in your hand, you turned and exited out of the room. As soon as you were in the elevator, you let your body slump against the cold, metal walls and wished that you were back in your bed, nightmares notwithstanding. “God, I hated that… and I have to do it again next week.” Even so, you had to admit that talking about it all was relieving in a way that venting to your friend wasn’t. Professionals were professionals for a reason, you guessed.

Once you were downstairs, you tossed the empty cup into a trash can and headed through the door to the parking lot. Driving to work one day a week wasn’t so bad if therapy could actually help you move past some of these issues. Still, once you sat in your car and locked the door, you took a deep, shuddering breath and let your head rest on the steering wheel for nearly a minute before starting the engine and driving out onto the main road.

The week that Katsuki left was arguably one of the worst weeks you’d had since… well, probably since your last ex boyfriend fiasco. But while the hurt and pain for a different outcome were similar, there was also a sharp pang of longing that just didn’t compare, a wish unfulfilled and unanswered as you curled in on yourself under your cold bed sheets.

Please, you pleaded in the silent darkness. Please, come back. I miss you…

Driving to your new job passed by in a haze, staring at a stop light one moment and pulling into the parking deck under the building the next as you tried to shake yourself from the hard conversations in therapy. There was no shame in it, no embarrassment about talking to someone, but you could already tell the sessions would be mentally and emotionally exhausting. Unfortunately, work couldn’t wait around all day for you to get your shit together, so once you pulled into a parking spot and checked yourself in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look like too much of a mess, you took one last look at the empty passenger seat with a frown and headed towards the elevator into the main building above.

The new job and training provided the perfect distraction for avoiding thinking about your problems. So long as you were on the clock, you immersed yourself in work with every ounce of concentration you had. While your previous experience helped you along with the basics, their software procedures, organization, servers, and pipeline were all different from your last job. After two weeks of training and getting up to speed, however, you finally felt slightly less anxious and the “oh no, I’m gonna get fired any day now” stress that came with tiny mistakes and corrections began to abate. And it was all thanks to Katsuki. If it wasn’t for him, would you have built up the courage to finally work towards something better?

As you walked down the hallway on your floor, you hid a yawn behind your hand as you nodded and waved towards your new team members. Most of them were nice enough, welcoming you with general pleasantries and introductions. It was always weird when someone new came onto a team that already had a working dynamic, but you hoped that with time you’d be able to feel comfortable in your new role.

“Morning,” your lead said as she set down her customary mug of tea. The communal kitchen had free coffee, soda and tea, and not the cheap stuff, either. “Remember that we have a team meeting at 10. Did you see the email sent out yesterday?”

“The one outlining the software changes? Yep, read through it.” Hardly anyone turned their work computers off, so everything from the day before pulled up quickly once you typed in your password. Maybe, just maybe, it was something Katsuki related, but no one needed to know that.

“Good, good,” she answered. A little cold-shouldered early in the mornings, but she was a good mentor. A step up from your old boss, anyway.

The meeting went decently well. Nothing of particular note, just a lot of information that you tried to soak up like a sponge as you took diligent notes and gave your opinion when it was asked for. Your experience at another company gave you a valuable perspective that others only familiar with this system didn’t have, but you made sure not to overstep too much being such a green employee.

If it hadn’t been for Katsuki pushing you for something better, if his confidence and drive to be the best hadn’t rubbed off on you, then you’d still be stuck at that old job working late hours while feeling sorry for yourself. While you did the work, his support got you through it. For as long as you’d have this job and wherever it led, you’d give a small, silent thanks to Katsuki.

Hands hovering motionlessly across your keyboard as you zoned out when it neared lunchtime and the midday tiredness from waking up extra early for therapy reared its sleepy head. Shaking yourself awake, you stared at your screen and finished downloading some files you needed before someone came up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey, we’re heading out for lunch. Wanna come?” These were some of the coworkers that had extended the introductory hand of polite greeting when you first arrived, but you actually found common ground and overlapping interests. Though you’d normally accept their invitation, today you just… didn’t quite feel up to holding up an hour-long conversation.

Shaking your head with a tired smile, you answered, “Not today, sorry. Maybe later this week? Today is a day to chill out and eat alone, ya know?”

Luckily, the group didn’t make a big deal out of it. “Alright, no problem. See ya!” With that, you waved them off as they headed towards the elevator while you grabbed your purse and tossed on your jacket to avoid the autumn chill outside.

Stepping onto the sidewalk from the back stairwell that could only be accessed with a keycard, you thought about your lunch options. Once you dried your eyes for the most part and pulled yourself relatively together, you had attempted to make yourself lunches and cook more; it’s what Katsuki would’ve wanted… but every time you pulled out a pan or went to grab something from the pantry, you just pictured him clicking his tongue and tapping his foot while mumbling to himself in Japanese as he figured out what to cook; a mirage that always disappeared.

It usually caused you to break down into an emotional mess. Takeout containers filled your trash can as an unfortunate result.

Some of his leftover ingredients needed to be tossed out, leaving your fridge embarrassingly barren, but you hadn’t gathered up the energy to go grocery shopping by yourself yet. Maybe this weekend. Yeah. This weekend...

Shaking off the distaste of a lonely shopping trip without his nagging and boisterous laughter at your road rage, you decided your belly craved something warm. Willing yourself to avoid thinking too much into it, you walked a few blocks until you stood in front of the ramen shop. Was this a bad idea? To grab lunch someplace full of nostalgia for you? Reaching up to clench the front of your blouse as your heart raced and the pang of heartache pinched painfully behind your ribcage, you caught yourself and brought your hand back down to your side. He wouldn’t want you paralyzed like this, especially from grabbing a simple lunch, right? He was probably doing fine on his own, returning to his normal life with his friends and Hero work. Perfectly fine… without you.

“Excuse me.” A stranger’s voice forced you to step back on reflex as a group of people shouldered past you into the ramen shop. Standing to the side, you wondered again if you could manage this seemingly simple task? And maybe, just maybe, learning how to fall into a routine devoid of Katsuki was something you needed to jump right into like a cannonball in a cold pool.

“Table for one, please. Indoors if it’s available,” you requested of the host standing behind the desk just past the front doors.

“Of course. Let’s see… alright, follow me!” The enthusiastic host led you towards the back wall and to a small table with two chairs next to a window facing the street. Once they handed you the menu, they said, “Your server will be right over with some water.”

“Thanks,” was all you managed before they walked back towards the front as you settled into your lonely lunch. Maybe you should’ve gone with the others… but by the way your hands opened and closed around nothing against your thighs, you knew this was the best choice. Hearing them ask about your personal life to get to know you better sounded absolutely abysmal right now.

When a glass of water appeared on your table, you looked up to halfway expecting the same waitress that had taken your orders the last two times, but saw an unfamiliar face. “Do you want anything other than water?”

“Oh, no thanks I’m fine,” you answered in a polite tone.

“Cool, I’ll give you a few minutes to look over the menu.” And with that, he disappeared just as quickly as the host. Well, at least this meant you could have a quiet and peaceful lunch to yourself. Without distractions… shit. It was bad enough when you were at home by yourself and everything reminded you of Katsuki, but you didn’t need this shit during your lunch hour, too. As you idly played with your straw and scrolled through Twitter, you heard someone gasp behind you and looked over your shoulder to make sure everything was fine, only to see a familiar face staring down at you.

“Hiii! Do you remember me? Pfft, probably, dumb question.” The same waitress that both hit on and then apologized for hitting on Katsuki barely a week later stood next to your table without a hint of reticence. Oh, perfect. “Where’s your guy today?”

It took more energy than you thought you possessed in that moment to not just slam your head against the table and screech through your teeth. Instead, you settled on a flat out lie. “He’s just busy today.”

And of course, this girl was too well-versed in spotting bullshit to know you were talking out of your ass.

“Nah, that’s bull. I can tell.”

“You can tell? What? No.”

She gave you a “you’re kidding, right?” look as her mouth twisted skeptically. “Yeah, I can. I’m super good at lying to my mom. And before you say anything, I’m living at home while going to college and working to save money. So, what happened? You two were so cute. Did he break up with you? Should I spill ramen on him the next time he comes in?”

Sitting with your mouth agape at the boldness of this waitress, you couldn’t help but let out a single, airy noise somewhere between a cough and an awkward laugh. “Wow, what a story.” The fact that she was willing to go so far as to piss off Katsuki to defend your honor was weirdly sweet, though. “Um… but fine, OK. We, uh, broke up. He went back to Japan. So there’s no need to wait around to try and beat him up… or something. It’s fine.”

It definitely wasn’t fine, and neither were you.

A genuine-looking frown slid onto her face and the sinking fear began to creep up into your throat like writhing eels. Too real, too soon, too raw-

“God, I’m- shit. Gotta go, sorry, I’ll be back!” With a few menus under her arm, the waitress sped away back towards the front. When she was finally gone, you slid down in your seat and wanted nothing more than to crawl under the table and take a horribly uncomfortable nap. All you craved was a lunch without drama and something warm in your belly to push away the perpetual chill for a little while. Apparently, that was just too much to ask for.

Someone else digging into your relationship status or the personal drama surrounding vague answers and roundabout responses to what should’ve been innocent questions about your emotional well being after a breakup wasn’t exactly pleasant conversation. It was normal to check up on people after that, but of course, not everyone responded similarly. Some people surrounded themselves with close friends and platonic partners to dull the ache, which was exactly what you did with your friend at first before you started your job… but now, you’d exhausted your social cravings and decided that being alone to meditate with your feelings was the best course of action for the time being, even if it meant cuddling stuffed animals alone on your couch.

Huffing through your nose with a deep frown, you stared down at the menu and attempted to pick out something to eat despite your sudden loss of appetite. Just then, your original waiter arrived back at your table to ask for your order. Even if you didn’t eat it all, you could take the takoyaki and ramen home with you for dinner or lunch tomorrow.

“Anything else?” he asked while jotting down your order.

“No, that’s it,” you answered as you handed over your menu. As you tried to distract yourself from thinking of Katsuki by scrolling through Twitter on your phone, you looked up from your screen as someone sat down on the edge of the empty seat across from you. The nosy waitress was back.

“Sorry, sorry, if you legit hate me I’ll just go. I’m not dumb, ya know, I can take a hint.”

“Don’t you need to be, uh, working…?”

The woman shrugged. “Five minute break. Plus, I’m terrible at keeping to myself as you could probably guess by now,” she explained while leaning her crossed arms on the table and stared at you, attempting to read the subtleties etched into your face. “So… should I stay, or should I go?”

Despite obviously being younger than you, this woman was bold and cheeky in a way that almost reminded you of Katsuki. It would’ve been funny if you could forget about her trying to hit on him during your little lunch date. And even though she apologized, it still felt awkward that she was attempting to talk to you in a chummy-sort of way.

While part of you wanted to just tell her to leave you alone, a tiny, bothersome voice said to placate the waitress for now. Maybe she was just trying to be a better person? At least you didn’t have to put up as much of a front compared to your coworkers who you had to see and talk to the rest of the day.

With a sigh, you tiredly looked up and nodded. “What are you studying in school?”

Excited that you didn’t kick her to the curb, she answered with a flip of her hair, “I’m in law school studying to be an attorney.”

“Oh, wow.” Hiding the surprise in your voice was impossible. Assumptions were never a great thing to make, especially when it came to someone’s career choice or work ethic based on appearance, but you weren’t faultless all the time. “Uh, sorry…”

“Nah, I get that a lot,” she explained with another shrug. “Mom doesn’t think I can do it, either. But If Elle Woods can look hot and smart, then I can, too!”

It took you a full three seconds to recall who the hell she was talking about, but when it did, you actually managed to laugh. “Elle Woods from Legally Blonde?” No wonder she seemed at ease with speaking her mind: lawyers didn’t give a damn.

“Yeah! I know it’s kinda outdated now, but it still holds up as a pretty good movie.”

For the next few minutes, the two of you fell into surprisingly easy conversation regarding the movie, law school, work, etc. But while you were in a mid-sentence ramble, she abruptly stood up and said, “Gotta go again! Work, ugh, you know.”

As she quickly walked away, you leaned into the back of the chair and stared at the condensation dripping down your glass of water. Well, that was… unexpected, but not wholly unpleasant. She made a selfish mistake with the whole hitting-on-Katsuki thing, apologized, learned from it, and moved on. You hated the petty stereotype of women being catty to each other, especially over men, so an optimistic part of you - a part that hadn’t felt invigorated since Katsuki left - wanted to latch onto this little peek of sunshine through the clouds.

You were brought back to reality when your actual waiter came by and set a steaming bowl of ramen and a side of takoyaki in front of you. “Need anything else?”

“Ah, no thanks, I’m good.”

An awkward pause. “If you would like Livia to leave you alone, I can definitely tell her that she’s being rude. She… is very talkative.” It was probably the nicest way of saying “nosy” that he could think of while remaining professional.

“Oh, um, no, no she’s fine. Really, it’s not a big deal,” you insisted with a smile that convinced absolutely no one. Getting her in trouble for wanting to chat put a bad taste in your mouth, and you hadn’t even eaten your lunch yet!

He seemed rightfully skeptical, but nodded. “If you’re sure. Enjoy your meal.” With that, he turned on his heel and headed back towards the front of the restaurant.

Only when you looked back down at your bowl of ramen and the curling fish flakes on top of your takoyaki were you reminded of the potential regret of coming here for lunch. And of course, you sat along at the table with no one for company or simple conversation.

Losing your appetite these days seemed all too common, but you knew you needed to eat. Maybe if you gradually sprinkled spicier ingredients into your food, then the extra spicy ramen he enjoyed would be more appealing. Not that you wanted to consume everything he did, of course not, but he opened up the doors to new habits and things you had always brushed off. If you wanted to continue to grow as a person, to be the best you that you could be, then taking a page out of Bakugo Katsuki’s book probably wasn’t the worst idea.

By the time lunch was over, you’d barely managed to eat half of everything and needed some takeout containers. Just a few more in your fridge wouldn’t crowd it too much, right?

The lunch rush must’ve picked up because Livia, the waitress, didn’t come back to shoehorn herself into your moping, even if you did halfway appreciate the unexpected company. However, you glimpsed her on your way out and gave a small, genial wave in her direction before heading out the door. Maybe the next time your coworkers invited you out to lunch, you’d actually take them up on it.

The rest of the work day didn’t drag on as terribly as the morning, and with some food on your stomach, the lack of energy from this morning luckily turned around. The only thing that really started to bother you was a slightly overly-friendly coworker who kept sending you memes that were out of date and unfunny; sometimes, ignoring someone is the best policy on the basis that you’re just too busy to reply.

Because the sun had begun setting later in the day and your desk was near a window, there was a point towards the end of the afternoon where the sun, as if to spite you, bounded perfectly off the window of a neighboring building and blinded your entire computer screen for a good five minutes. “Guess I’ll grab some water,” you muttered to yourself while squinting away from the sunlight.

As you walked into the kitchen, several people from a different team were chatting near the sink.

“Any plans for a Halloween costume this year? I think there’s gonna be prize money again for the contest,” the man with glasses slightly too large for his face said to the other.

“I’m thinking about making my costume? Homemade shit usually does the best. I bet I could do like… an All Might thing. Like with the heavy face shadows and stuff?”

Your hand paused around a glass in the cabinet as you eavesdropped on their conversation. Everyone talked so casually about anime characters without any possible idea that the universe actually existed. Were… were you the only person with this knowledge in the whole world? If the My Hero Academia universe existed, did that mean other anime and manga universes existed, too? How had you never considered that possibility before?

Apparently, you zoning out through an existential crisis with your hand hovering in the kitchen cabinet seemed concerning to your coworkers.

One of them leaned over the counter and asked, “Uh, you good? Need some help?”

“Huh?” The glass touching your fingers suddenly toppled over the edge of the shelf and would’ve landed squarely on your head had you not fumbled the world’s most mundanely impressive catch of a falling kitchen object. You lost your balance to keep the glass from shattering all over the floor, causing you to fall right on your ass, instead. It was such a comically stupid thing brought on by the unforseen eavesdropping of your coworkers talking about My Hero Academia that you couldn’t help but sputter out strained laughter in disbelief.

“Woah, shit, you OK?” One of the guys quickly came around the little kitchen island and offered a hand to help you up. Shifting the glass, you grabbed it and managed to get back up to your feet with only minor dust and food crumbs on your pants.

“Thanks. Really just zoned out at the wrong time,” you explained while brushing yourself off.

“Been there, done that,” he replied. “You new? Don’t think I recognize you.”

After confirming that you were, in fact, new, you exchanged introductions and found out that he worked on the floor above yours. “We don’t have a kitchen up there, I think they’re just on every other floor or something, so I definitely use it as an excuse to take some much-needed walk breaks every few hours.”

Nodding in understanding, you pushed your glass under the water fountain and said, “well, nice meeting you, but I better get back.”

“I probably should, too.” Once your glass was full, you gave a small wave and headed back towards your desk. It had taken so little for you to lose focus; any adjacent mention of the anime or characters in Katsuki’s world tended to make you freeze. Sitting back at your desk with the glaring sunlight having moved on, you put back on your headphones and threw yourself into work for the rest of the day. If you were focused, you didn’t have to think about how your heart jumped into your throat at every inconvenient moment.

As the sun began to finally set and half the office had gone home for the day, you leaned back in your chair to stretch your fingers from the near-constant typing and mouse clicking. “Alright… what time is it?” Glancing at the corner of your screen, your eyes widened; you’d stayed nearly half an hour longer than you needed to. You needed to rush home before Katsuki-

Oh. That was right. He wasn’t there. Even after three weeks, you sometimes forgot that your apartment was just… empty, now. Going home meant facing loneliness without distraction, but staying at work any longer wasn’t feasible, and you were feeling hungry for dinner. So, you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again to stare at the ceiling tiles for a solid ten seconds before putting your computer to sleep, grabbing your things - including your leftover ramen -, and heading towards the elevator that took you down to the parking garage.

Every time you drove or walked home, you were reminded of everything missing that Katsuki had brought with him that made you look forward to opening your front door, empty hands and all. You used to look forward to going home so you could watch him cook and welcomed the warmth and energy that surrounded him; Katsuki, someone who looked at ease even when in perpetual motion, just like the ebb and flow of the sea. Natural. Someone who asked about your day, who raised his voice in unison when complaining about work or laughed with you over jokes that only seemed to make sense at that moment.

Before you knew it, you had parked and were staring at the trunk of a tree with orange-gold leaves situated on an embankment in front of the apartment parking lot. All you had to do was get out of the car, walk up the building steps, and you’d be home. A quiet, solitary home.

Still in the slow process of setting in the background, the rich sunlight bounced off the windows of your car as the heel of your shoe crunched the asphalt underneath until you met the sidewalk, and finally the dingy carpeting covering the communal hallways of the apartment building. You didn’t run into your elderly neighbor today, but that was all right. Maybe that whole situation at lunch plus unloading a chunk of your emotional instability onto your therapist this morning had been enough conversational engagement for the day.

You smelled nothing as you stood outside your own door. No warm food and snappy wit would greet you on the other side. Instead, as you opened it with a jingle of your keys, all you found was unnerving and lonely silence.

Did Katsuki feel this way, too? Despite never having set foot in his world or his home, did he ever feel odd making food only for himself, or look up towards his front door expecting it to open? Did he miss you like you missed him in the same, mundane way?

The clenching in your chest, the stuttering that sometimes kept you up at night outside of your nightmares and stopped you cold in your tracks at the absolute worst times kicked up again as you closed the front door behind you. You bit your lip as it threatened to quiver. It had been three weeks, shouldn’t you have a better handle on things by now?

Standing in front of the fridge, you frowned seeing all the leftovers and takeout containers lining the shelves, only to add one more to the mix with your lunch from today. “I need a fucking grip…guess I know what we’ll bring up in therapy next week.”

Rather than pull out something for dinner right away, you walked around your kitchen and looked towards the re-potted flowers you’d been struggling to keep alive. Despite your best efforts and following the directions of the well-intentioned man from the store, they just weren’t doing so well as you’d hoped. In some way, you felt that if the flowers died, so would your memories of Katsuki. He, with all his harsh corners and jagged edges, had picked you flowers in an overly-typical act of romance. It was something you’d never have pictured him doing, but the way he continuously surprised you - and maybe even himself, too - made you soft.

Since you didn’t have a balcony, the best you could do was set the planter against the window with the curtain open all day to let in the sunlight that passed over your building. Some of the petals had been wilting, leaves browning at the edges, and every drooping stem just made you deflate like a miserable balloon.

You almost didn’t want to look at them too closely, reminded of something you’d been working hard at but just couldn’t succeed in, but today was watering day and you didn’t want to give up on them yet.

… But stepping closer, something seemed different. Maybe it was the sunset warmth streaming in during the last few hours of daylight or your mind visualizing things you just wanted to see rather than what was actually there, but the wilting didn’t look quite as bad today. A few new leaves began to slowly unfurl, and one of the buds with pale yellow petals that reminded you a bit of Katsuki’s hair even angled itself slightly towards the sun, opening up just the tiniest bit more.

It felt like hope. Small, tender, and delicate, it needed nurturing to blossom and grow, but Katsuki’s predilection towards pushing through to the highest peaks had undoubtedly rubbed off on you.

With damp eyes and the evening sun haloing you in warm afternoon light, you felt the ghostly sensation of eyes on your back, staring with mesmerized wonder. But of course as you turned around back towards the kitchen, no one was there. Yet another ghostly memory that you sincerely hoped you wouldn’t forget.

And through it all? You managed the tiniest of smiles. It felt like, for the first time in three weeks, things might just be alright.

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First off, i'm very sorry for how late and short this chapter is. Life's been rough and busy and it's been a struggle. The next few chapters are planned as much longer and I think i'll be more motivated to write them. Thanks for sticking around <3

As y'all can see, reader is dealing with things in a much healthier way than Katsuki is, but is still heartbroken over it all. Next chapter, we'll come back to Katsuki with another little timeskip to see exactly how he's doing and what he plans to finally do about it (keep your tissues handy)

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[mizutori-heiko]

Back to You│Rating: T│CH.5│#BKDK

“(…) Anyway, here's the answer to your actual question.”

“My actual question?” she asks, confused.

“Yes. Your actual question. Does Bakugou have unresolved past feelings towards your current charge, with whom he apparently shares a complicated past with? Yes. And of course I’ve looked deeper into it. There’s ex-classmates saying Bakugou bullied him pretty badly before he moved overseas– and also, your other question: will this information impact his current relationship with she who must not be named, which you and a few others are not entirely sure about anymore? You meddlesome little bitches.” she says conspiratorially.

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On this chapter we take a deeper glimpse behind the curtain of Katsuki’s relationship. Though one thing I stress out always: it takes two to tango. Izuku gets himself a break and a surprise. We learn more about the past and the weight our heroes have been carrying with them and we also get to see home arrested Touya acting like the brat he is during the weekly Todoroki family gathering. I recommend reading my end of the chapter author notes for a more in-depth look at my writing process for Kacchan’s relationship!

Also: I really, really love comments 🥺

[sairavity]

𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣-𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 || 𝕞.𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

; 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ;

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: (l/n) (y/n) experienced heart break from her ex-best friend in her second year. now, as third years, her feelings are burning brighter than ever.

or;

midoriya izuku realizes a bit too late how much he likes (y/n).

or;

bakugou katsuki tries not to fall, but he falls hard for his best friend.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: izuocha, izuku x reader??, slight bakugou x reader, platonic!bakusquad x reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: all aged up to 18!!, angst angst angst, depressed thoughts, (y/n) is so mf lonely, some light smut but super light, drinking, drug use (pot), euphoria vibe but toned down, blood, it gets dark later on i’m sorry-, ok maybe it’s a euphoria au, sexuality questioning

𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔: ???

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆: 1 october 2020

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[animebraindump]

ch. 318

Lets. Talk.

I haven’t been able to get the last line of the chapter out of my head and it makes me smile every time I work through it ahhhh!!!

First things first, Bakugou was too pretty in that last frame and that’s saying something because I’m not even a simp for him (aizawa and dabi are more my liking)

SECOND OF ALL “I found him, guys.” Let me repeat that. “I (Bakugou Katsuki) found (Midoriya Izuku), guys (??????)”

Like, how fated could they be?!!!!! I’m screaming. But let’s continue. If you can’t see how much character growth Bakugou has gone through, don’t talk to me. He has done tremendous growth in the course of the manga and I’m so proud of him. But, in saying that, who is he referring to when he says “guys”??? Because in my head this is how it went down.

As soon as all of class 1-A found out that Deku was gone (and in my head they are all in the common room) Kirishima just looks around and goes, “round 2?” and they just start planning no questions asked.

But, going even further, specifically, who is the recon team. Because there is no way all of 1-A was able to go and get Deku, so who were the chosen few?? Obvi Bakugou, and I feel like Kirishima was there too, same with Todoroki and Uraraka, but who else? AND DID TSUYU LET THEM GO??? Because remember how she let them have it when they came back from saving Bakugou??

But also imagine if this was the time for background characters (who honestly need more love and already have my heart) to shine ex: shouji, kouda, and tokoyami. (I’d want to add Ojiro and maybe Sato, but I don’t know if in this particular situation their quirks would be the best, but regardless I love them so much.)

My brain is going in circles theorizing who all is there and I’m living for it!

[petri808]

First Line Game

😳 tagged by @ruddcatha & @fandomobsessions016 thank you for tagging me! 🥰

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

Tagging: @doginshoe @rougescribe @rosechi @nalufever @mushi9 @alexeiswords @thewritingstar @sacred-arrow @lavendertwilight89 @xfangheartx

It tend to start either with in the moment dialogue or a description of either the scene or situation. Starting and ends are the hardest part, of and titled lol

Stories below 💜

Nalu- (stealing clothes prompt) “Mo—m! Have you seen my dragon shirt?”

Inukag- (crap! I confessed prompt) Every time Kagome got frustrated at work she reminded herself... it was just a job.

Nalu- (one bed prompt) The wedding of Laxus and Mirajane Dreyar was a cozy affair attended by only close family and friends.

Bakudeku- (mutual pining prompt) “Okay,” the hiring director motioned for the pair to move closer.

Nalu- (white day fluff) How sad to be alone, Lucy sighed in her head as she waited at the bar for her drink to be made.

Inukag- (drunk domestic fluff prompt) Inuyasha looked up from a knock at the front door.

Hakyona- (angel/demon prompt) Humans have always thought themselves above other creatures even though they were merely just another species like the rest in nature.

Inukag- (ex’s still in love prompt) It had been a year since the break up, but Inuyasha was no closer to moving on and according to his best friend, neither was Kagome.

Itafushi- (hurt/comfort prompt) It couldn’t be helped... logically, Megumi knew this, but what his brain understood didn’t mean his heart could accept.

Strangers on a Train (Nalu, ch 28) As the star witnesses in Touka Shiromajyo’s murder trial, both Natsu and Lucy weren’t allowed to sit through the trial.

Bakudeku (Coping mechanisms) Well now he knew why...

Izuocha nsfw (Kuroyuri Ai) Their signals are as fleeting as a summer's breeze and no more inconspicuous than a proper greeting. The slow blink of an eye in passing… Tonight, the message conveys, she’ll be alone tonight.

Nalu (lemony scented) Natsu awoke with a startled gasp, his body covered in sweat, and the ground next to his hands scorched from a burst of fire that had brought him back to reality.

Nalu (You’ve Found Me) In their world, soulmates were more than just a romantic ideal. There were whole industries built around it, from government registries, to spiritual ideologies of its cosmic importance.

Bakudeku (A Cause and a Cure) Izuku Midoriya was in a great mood that Fall morning as he arrived at the college campus.

Bakudeku (Road to Redemption/ The Cutting Edge crossover) “This is ridiculous!” Katsuki snaps at his coach while pointing to Izuku.

Inukag nsfw (Caught) She couldn’t begrudge him of his position considering it kept them very comfortable, but there are times like now that Kagome misses Inuyasha.

Bakudeku (You Called Me by Name) “Kacchan no!!!!!”

Bakudeku (And that’s how we became a legend) In his tiny village, Izuku Midoriya was just born to be unlucky in love.

Inukag- (amnesia prompt/wip next in process) “You need to stop being friends with her!”

[shutupandshipit]

Sharpen Your Blades - Ch.12

Summary: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

The thinning of Aizawa’s patience was evident in the twitching of his brow. “If you stop asking questions, maybe I could finish explaining.

”With a huff and roll of his eyes, Katsuki glanced away from their coach.

“City Hall and the SC want us to give them more variety. We are a team solely made up of single skaters. Every year, we dominate the rankings for single skate while Shinketsu dominates the pairs, so this year both cities are being required to split their skaters evenly between singles and pairs with at least one pair coming from out top five.” There was a collective intake of breath, but no one commented, choosing instead to remain silent. “Unfortunately, for us, it’s a lot easier to switch from pairs to singles. With our male to female ratio, alpha/beta/omega ratio, and those of you actually experienced with pair skating, we’re at a disadvantage. So, I’ve decided to choose your partners for you.”

…..

Or where Katsuki and Izuku are forced to be partners so they can continue to compete, but the blood in the water may be thicker than anyone realized.

Pairing: Bakudeku

Rating: T

Chapter: 12/20

Previously <- Chapter 11: Solo

Chapter 13: The Innocence of Children -> Next

Chapter 12: Parents and questions they shouldn’t ask

Katsuki sat on the couch between his parents, eyes down as two men and a little woman he knew very well talked with his parents as if he weren’t there. Or maybe they were trying to include him in the conversation, and he just wasn’t paying attention. He hadn’t been doing a lot of focussing recently, all his attention put into wondering if Izuku was going to end up in the hospital all over again. If one day he’d wake up to Mitsuki telling him there had been an accident. If-

“So, what do you say?”

Blinking quickly, Katsuki raised his head to see Toshinori Yagi staring at him encouragingly, gaunt smile wide and toothy. He glanced to his parents, but they were also staring at him expectantly. Frowning, he muttered, “What?”

Aizawa Shouta was the one to answer this time, sitting forward to draw Katsuki’s attention to him. “Do you want to come train with us for the new generation of Yuuei skaters?”

His immediate, instinctual response was to shout, “Yes!” To accept without a second thought. But there were second thoughts that reared up as he opened his mouth to answer. Thoughts of Izuku in a hospital bed with so many casts and wires. Thoughts of Izuku with distant glassy eyes and his room smelling of heat gone wrong. Thoughts of Izuku smiling hollowly when Mitsuki forced him to go to the hospital and the little, ‘Sorry, Kacchan. At least you won’t have to deal with me on the ice anymore.’

“On one condition.”

“You make this sound like we need you, not the other way around,” Aizawa said, but his dark eyes were keen and curious as they surveyed him.

“On one condition,” Katsuki repeated, eyes trained on the man unflinchingly.

Sitting up straight, Aizawa shrugged. “What is it? Then we’ll decide.”

“My par- My ex-partner. I want you to give him the offer too.”

One of Aizawa’s eyebrows arched up while both of Toshinori’s shot to his hairline. Shuzenji smiled at him. “Midoriya Izuku? The one who got hurt recently?”

“He can come back from it!” Katsuki said, all vehemence as he leaned forward on the couch, “I’ll only agree if he does.”

Aizawa smirked. “Is he good enough?”

Katsuki didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

Standing, Aizawa nodded. “We were already considering him, but we appreciate the input. Now it’s all up to him to agree.”

Katsuki stared up at the older man, the older omega who might also be able to help Izuku. “He’ll agree.”

…..

"You want me to what?" Katsuki gripped his phone tight to his ear in complete disbelief. His mother was insane. She was a fucking mad woman if she thought he had the time-

‘Don't take that tone with me, brat. It's been months since you've been home. We want to see you. We're having dinner with an old family friend. It'd be nice if they could see you too,’ Mitsuki said conversationally. There was a lot of banging and thumping going on on the other side of the phone, and he had to wonder what they were doing. He heard Masaru grunt and then yelp.

A little ways down the ice from him, Izuku had his own phone pressed to his ear, a frown tugging at the corners of his usually grinning mouth. He said something, short, simple.

"What the hell are you two even doing right now?" Katsuki finally asked, never taking his eyes from Izuku. He'd come across the first edition of a seriously old figure skating book in an antique store the other day. It was damaged and the owner didn't even realize what he had, and Katsuki had gotten it for barely 500 yen. He wasn't sure when he was going to give it to the nerd, but he wanted to do it soon. After Izuku's performance during practice the week before he felt he had even less time than before.

He felt like he could feel his chance with Izuku slipping away while he grappled desperately for the end of the rope.

Mitsuki hummed on the other side of the phone. ‘Your father is bringing in the Christmas tree so you can decorate it when you get here.’

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore."

Mitsuki was quiet for a long moment, and it took Katsuki longer to realize it was because he'd called her 'mom' and not 'old hag'. He held back a curse, refusing to acknowledge the slip. After a moment, she cleared her throat.

‘Just come home and spend time with us tomorrow. We're not asking for a week. We're not even asking for a whole day. Just dinner with us and some friends.’ Her voice had softened, a tone he hadn't heard from her in what felt like forever. The last time he could remember was the day he'd had to help Inko get Izuku to the hospital. She'd been so soft, and she'd held him close while he struggled to breath through his panic.

"Yeah, sure," he finally muttered, holding Izuku's eyes when he glanced at him.

‘And Katsuki?’

"What?"

‘Is everything alright?’

Inhaling slowly and finally dropping his eyes, trying to keep that memory from coming further to the surface, he muttered, "Yeah. Everything is fine."

‘Good. See you tomorrow. Your dad and I love you.’

"Sure, yeah, love you too." She hung up the phone, but he didn't drop it. He took several more moments just for himself, counting his breaths and grounding himself in the feel of his blades on the ice. He was fine. He was fine. He. Was. Fine.

Dropping his phone, he looked back at Izuku again. The omega was watching him curiously, expression open and receptive.

"What was that about?" Katsuki asked, indicating the now silent phone in Izuku's hand.

"Oh, Mom wants me to stay over tomorrow night since she hasn't seen me in a long time." He bit his lip, glancing away from Katsuki for just a moment. "I know we're in the middle of training, and we've still got a lot of work to do-"

Katsuki didn't let him finish, partly because he could already see his parents' poorly laid out plan, mostly because he could see much how much Izuku wanted to see his mother. "Go. We've still got practice in the morning. Skipping one night won't make that big of a difference."

The explosion of Izuku's smile across his face almost rocked Katsuki back. "Thanks, Kacchan, it'll be really nice to see her again!" There was a very definitive, but significant pause before Izuku continued. "Was everything alright with your call?"

"Yeah, just my parents wanting to see me too." Katsuki could see the relief wash over Izuku's face and straight into his scent. The eerily clean smell had gotten stronger over the passed weeks, and Katsuki hadn't gotten up the nerve to ask Izuku what the fuck he thought he was doing. He'd been saying it for weeks now that he wasn't Izuku's mate. He wasn't entitled to information like that even if he only wanted to protect the omega. Izuku didn't owe him anything, and he wasn't going to pretend like he did by demanding answers from him.

He just didn't want Izuku to get back to that precipice again. He hoped Izuku knew after all these years where that line was.

"It’s so weird that they lined up the days! But then again, our moms have always been kind of scary like that."

"Yeah, what a coincidence," Katsuki said in a monotone because Mitsuki would at least get to see one surprised face. His wouldn't be it though. Pressing play on his phone and pushing away from the wall, he held out a hand to Izuku. "Let's go again before the cleaners come to kick us out."

They hadn't gotten Izuku's feet off the ice yet, but each day, Katsuki felt them getting closer and closer to that moment. He felt like that would be the tipping point. Once they could trust each other enough to perform their tricks is when everything would really start to happen. He fervently hoped for that day to come soon.

"Yeah!" Izuku accepted his hand, but sprinted forward towards center ice, dragging Katsuki along.

…..

Izuku used the spare key to open the door to Inko's apartment. Something in him told him that he should knock, that this wasn't really his home anymore so he didn't have a right to just go inside.

'You have a home with someone else,' his omega whispered traitorously, 'The alpha with the gifts.'

He shook his head and forced himself through the door. 'You're being completely unreasonable,' he shot back, and he knew if he could see his omega, it'd be turning up its nose at him, 'Rude.'

Out loud, he called, "Mom, I'm home!"

Inko bustled around the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, smiling ear to ear. "Welcome home, baby! It's so nice to see you again!" She hugged him tightly, squeezing him until he wheezed out a breath. When she pulled away though, her nose was scrunched up. "Izuku, I thought the doctors told you to stop taking suppressants."

"I'm not," he lied immediately, and flinched when her eyes flashed.

"I've known your scent since I gave birth to you, and I've also known your scent on suppressants since you started taking them when you were twelve. Don't lie to me." Her face grew worried, voice softer. "I'm just trying to look out for you."

Sighing, Izuku hugged her again. "I know, Mom, sorry. I just hate talking about it. They said I could finish my prescription, and then wouldn't fill it again. It's alright."

"I don’t know, baby, maybe you should just throw them out." Izuku's system immediately rejected that suggestion, and he had to swallow down the growl that rose in the back of his throat. "It would be best if you just started looking into options to help you during your heat since it's going to be more intense this time. I can ask some friends-"

Heat shot up from beneath his collar, thinking about the toy he'd bought at the sex store with Uraraka and Kaminari. The clerk had suggested it for difficult heats. Knotted at the base with an insertable vibrating bullet that could also be used on its own… It had come out most nights since he'd bought it, and it had helped along several lewd fantasies. He did not need nor want anyone else's assistance. One toy was good enough.

"No!" he exclaimed too quickly, "I'll be fine on my own. Thanks, Mom."

Pulling away, Inko sighed. "Well, go put your things away and get ready. Dinner will be ready soon, and our guests will be here soon too."

Stepping around Inko and into his old bedroom that had been converted into a guest room, but still held everything he'd left behind, he asked, "Guests? I didn't know we were having people over tonight." As he turned, there was a knock at the door. Loud and abrasive and mildly rude with the force of it.

“I’ll get it. Go ahead and change,” Inko said with a wave of her head. She didn’t open the door until he was already tucked away in his room.

The voices that filled the living room sounded vaguely familiar from behind the door, but he wasn’t paying too close of attention to them. Instead, he thought of Katsuki’s hands on his waist from that morning as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, and he thought of what Katsuki might actually feel like instead of the toy he’d been using as a substitute. He swiped on a new layer of deodorant and scent blockers. He pressed his shirt to his nose when he was done, and caught the fading scent of the alpha, allspice and cinnamon and something Izuku would have gladly eaten.

Katsuki’s scent calmed an anxiety deep in his chest that he hadn’t even realized had been building. The tight ball in his diaphragm eased, and suddenly it was easier to breathe.

Shaking his head, Izuku threw the t-shirt in his bag and went to find the shirt and slacks his mother had no doubtedly set out for him. Once he was dressed and presentable, he stepped out into the living room and immediately stopped. Standing in the entryway with his mother and father, Kastuki endured a thorough greeting from Inko.

Izuku swallowed thickly, eyes skirting over the tightness of Katsuki’s shirt beneath his heavy down jacket and the sinful curve of his legs in darkly expensive jeans. His mouth watered.

He didn’t have a chance to say anything before crimson eyes flicked to look at him. “Nerd,” Katsuki said as way of greeting. He held a nondescript paper bag in one hand tucked close to his side.

All attention swung to him, and then Masaru and Mitsuki were on him. Mitsuki hugged him close, ruffling his curls and completely disarranging his ponytail.

“Bathroom?” he heard Katsuki ask Inko, and her responding laugh.

“Oh, Katsuki, you know where our restroom is. You don’t have to ask.”

Katsuki eased around the cluster of Izuku and his parents with the brown bag in tow. When he returned, the bag was missing, but Izuku had been corralled at the dining room table and couldn’t go in search of it.

Dinner was… nice. It was really nice actually. An hour passed in relative peace. Inko, Mitsuku and Masaru chattered and ruminated about how long it had been since they’d all gotten together and when Izuku and Katsuki had been younger. Izuku and Katsuki did their best to ignore their parents as they debated patterns and color choices for their costumes. They were scrolling through Izuku’s phone for inspiration when someone cleared their throat.

They looked up at the same time, and Izuku realized just how close they’d been. “What, old hag?” Katsuki snapped in lieu of the silence that had begun to creep in, sitting back into his chair.

Inko and Masaru were smiling gently at them while Mitsuki was smirking knowingly. Izuku felt himself growing hot around the collar as they stared and stared and stared.

“So, when were the two of you going to tell us that you were partners again?” Mitsuki asked all accusation as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair, mimicking her son, “I had to learn from the news of all places. You didn’t think to tell us? Maybe that we even deserved to know?”

“We don’t owe you shit,” Katsuki said more evenly than usual, and Izuku thrilled at the use of the word ‘we’. It had been so long since they’d been a ‘we’ instead of ‘Izuku and Katsuki’. “Why would we have told you?”

Mitsuki rolled her eyes spectacularly. “I don’t know, so we could congratulate you two, maybe?”

“You two started out as partners,” Masaru said in that calm, gentle way of his, “and it’ll be really good to see you two skate together again. You’re great on your own, but you’re at your very best together.”

“That’s great, but I’m still missing where it was any of your business or where you get off demanding the information,” Katsuki responded though his tone had gone soft around the edges.

Instead of responding to Katsuki’s barb, Mitsuki chirped with a wicked grin, “When can we expect you to start properly courting?”

Izuku felt himself flush as readily as he saw Katsuki flush, eyes darting to his father before back to his mother.

“Are you high, old hag?” Katsuki shouted.

Izuku jumped up. “Bathroom!” he called, but pushed into his bedroom instead and closed the door. He slouched against it with closed eyes, thankful that his heart was beating so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear their voices at all. He breathed for several long moments until the rush of blood had quieted. When he opened his eyes again, there was a brown bag with small twine handles sitting on his desk.

Eyes widening, he shoved away from the door and cautiously peaked over the edge of the bag.

Right on top was a sealed pouch with a label on the front. Instead of reading the label, he plucked up the pouch and peeled it open. Summer apples and apricots tickled his nose with the sharper tang of black tea, and he inhaled deeply as he stared down at the herbs. He wasn’t much of a tea drinker, but the colder the weather grew and the higher the snow piled, the more tea he tended to drink. This was just the flavour he tended to gravitate towards as well. A mouthful of summer with every sip. Taking another deep breath, he sealed the pouch back up and set it aside.

Next, he pulled an old battered book out. The cover was tattered and faded, the image that had once decorated the front barely visible at all. When he flipped open the cover, he was distracted by the well loved softness of the pages. It was only when he finally read the title page that he nearly dropped the book. He buried his face against the page and clenched his teeth against the squeal that threatened to spill from his lips. In that moment, all he wanted to do was sit on his floor and read every single word held between the covers.

Instead, he reluctantly set it aside and dug out the last item in the bag.

The longest and softest scarf he’d ever felt unfurled in his hands. It was forest green just like the gloves and beanie he’d been gifted with little white bunny motifs along each end. When he pressed it to his nose, it smelled overwhelmingly of Katsuki, like he’d taken the care and time to properly scent it.

‘They’ve been from Kacchan. They’ve been from Kacchan. They’ve been from Kacchan. Everything-’

‘Gifts from alpha! Courting! Alpha cares! Courting!’ his omega raved, running ecstatic circles in his chest.

He buried his face in the fabric, grinning like a fool. ‘He’s been courting me,’ Izuku thought tenderly, tears pricking hot at his eyes, ‘Why wouldn’t he just give them to me face to face?’ But he knew the answer to that. With their history, he would have done the same as Katsuki if their roles had been reversed. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he just breathed in Katsuki and his new found knowledge. The only place he would have felt warmer would have been right on the edge of a fire.

Someone knocked lightly at his door. After a silent moment where Izuku prayed they’d just go away, Inko said, “Izuku, come back out? We’re about to have dessert.”

With a heavy sigh, Izuku dropped his hands. “Okay,” he called, carefully folding the scarf and placing it on top of the book. He couldn’t help his grin when he stepped out to the dining room again. The conversation had calmed, and he took his seat where Katsuki seemed to be fuming, cheeks rose red in his irritation. Izuku considered reaching over, putting his hand on Katsuki’s thigh, taking his hand, but knew that wouldn’t be well received.

Instead, he nudged Katsuki’s calf with his own.

Katsuki shot him a wounded glare. “You left me here to fend for myself,” he hissed.

“Sorry.”

After another hour of easier banter, the Bakugous stood and started to gather themselves up. Mitsuku and Masaru thanked Inko for the dinner. Hugs were exchanged as goodbyes were given, and Izuku couldn’t rip his eyes away from Katsuki.

"Oh my fuck, stop looking at me like that. If you want to hug me, just hug me already, nerd," Katsuki snapped, eyes narrowed at Izuku.

He had his arms wrapped around Katsuki in the next instant, squeezing him tightly as Katsuki’s own arms settled around him tentatively. They could skate for hours in each others arms, but they could barely exchange a proper hug, and that both humored and incensed Izuku. When he finally pulled away, he was smiling widely. Their parents waited on the other side of the doorway, still chattering away despite the freezing cold. “Thank you for the gifts, Kacchan, I really loved them.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Katsuki muttered, tugging up the edge of his scarf to cover his mouth and not meeting Izuku’s eyes.

Izuku didn’t let that deter him, smile still firmly in place. “Okay, Kacchan, see you on the ice tomorrow.”

Katsuki glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he turned towards the door, “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

[hanasnx]

bakugou stalking the fuck out of your socials after you break up 🎶🎶

[sainadazai]

When your crush is angry all the time

Ch. 1

Something fun at an all girls school

Chapter 1

Something fun in an

✨all girls school✨

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"Alright, despite how much the staff have opposed the right for students to watch t.v. during school time....our principle believes that this is actually going to be informative. Now girls, students with all sorts of quirk and backgrounds can be accepted to U.A. I expect you all to respect the people on this t.v as your future colleagues. NO JOKES."

"Pst..wish she would just shut up so we can see the hot guys..." Maiyumi whispered to no one particular

"I know, I haven't seen a man since I got kidnapped last year."

"Most of us havent seen anyone since being kidnapped, or you know, FUCKING ARESTED!" Y/n whisper-yelled. She was still very pissed that even though, she was obviously kidnapped-and meant to be killed- the fucking police blamed her. Dad chalked it up to them being jealous, but y/n really wasn't having it. Imagine it's the third time you were kidnapped and tortured before the age of 16, and it was supposedly your fault. 

Technically, they could've arrested her for burning down the building two weeks later, obviously while empty, she admitted that was wrong. Still, they got what they deserved, and she got frozen yogurt from down the street. As she would say: now that's proper treatment after a kidnapping 😎

"L/n thats enough, we all know the story by now, and we do not need to hear it again"

"But you shoulda been there, the audacity of them to say I was working with those guys!?! Those villains were way below MY level. I mean c'mon, if I was a villain i'd be way cooler than those nobodies."

"Oh.my.god. y/n I love you, but shit up so we can watch hot U.A. boys fight each other!"

"Ms. Hitoka!Unacceptable, we are here to learn from our follow young heros, not sexualize them"

"I heard midnight is gonna be there," Katna whispered towards the group, front the back of the room. Mind you, she was in a position to pounce, considering, much like her classmates, she hadn't seen a boy in years. 

"MIDNIGHT IS SOOO HOT" y/n yelled, forgetting that their teacher was in the front cursing herself for not accepting that sugar-baby job, and never meeting these obnoxious and horny teens. 

"For FUCKS SAKE, JUST WATCH THE TV"

As the teacher yelled all heads turned to face her and ignore their previous conversations. Y/n and Maiyumi had grown soft smiles, finally welcoming back the teacher they know and love. 

You see, LADY STATIC was an ex-pro hero, her quirk was projection. She could pick up any video signals from any device and project exactly what the device was seeing, or playing. She called all cameras her bitch....several times. So, as far as teaching went, she could only last a couple of minutes of seriousness in the beginning of class each day, before she erupted in a fit of lewd comments, brags, and most importantly curse words.

The black screen of the tv suddenly turned on revealing the large stadium that must be where the festival would take place. Y/n didnt really want to watch, it made her kind of sad knowing there were kids out there with the energy to try at something so dumb. A competition where you stay within grade, with supervision, and limits, and rules, and no real risk. It all sounded boring to her. She would either want to sit in bed eating and watching anime, or actually feel something. 

The idea of a battle where you aren't risking your life seemed pretty dull to her. See...y/n along with her best friend maiyumi, was an adrenaline junkie. Those two were the biggest non-villain troublemakers the world has yet to see. 

Finding it fun to jump off bridges, run across intersections, and fight each other with no rules or precautions. After living a life where most people you meet want you dead, and most of your life has just been trauma, everything gets more and more boring. Until you don't even mind risking your life just to feel something. 

However, what y/n did feel, very frequently, was horny. She wouldn't lie and say that she has indulged in some things, despite there being only girls in her private hero academy. However, she craved men, simply because they were something she hadn't had yet. So in the nature of being royalty, if she hadn't had it, she wanted it.

"..booo"

"How could say that, you meant to be representing our school"

"Not my fault the rest of you are just stepping stones to my victory."

Y/n finally focused back on the screen, she was seeing a very up close image of a blonde boy with red eyes, this being the first man she saw since the police 5 months ago. Her eyes lit up, and sub-consciously her body started to glow different colors. Shifting as quickly as the Led lights in her dorm. 

"Mind your quirk princess" Saina, the class grump-who lowkey crushes on y/n- sneers. 

"Aww, sorry, thanks for reminding me daddy" Y/n responded, feigning innocence but still not breaking eye contact with the screen. 

She mentally focused on subsiding her quirk, but it took awhile for her to completely stop glowing. 

Once she was y/n watched the first parts of the festival, noting exactly what that blonde boy was doing. Not without checking out some of the other students. Obviously, but something about those red eyes had her enticed. So she made sure to focus on him. 

As she watched she learned that his quirk was fire, and he used it very differently than she did. She scribbled down a random note about it to make it seem like she was studying and trying to improve herself. Then, focused back on every intricate curve of his face instead. How he scowled, he really looked angry, but being one of those U.A. kids, she couldn't help but doubt he really had anything to be angry about. 

Soon the girl found herself imagining him in some sort of serious situation, what could make somebody so angry? 

And before she knew it, his fighting figure disappeared from the tv as an image of midnight replayed him, announcing that he had one his fight. The last fight wasn't it? Meaning that the rage boy must've won the whole thing. y/n really wasn't impressed, obviously he was only fighting other U.A. students. How hard could that be? However, she was excited that he won for some reason.

While y/n watched him she couldn't help but wish she was the one fight. Oh to be punched by that man.  Every kick he would throw sent goosebumps down her body. Plus when he used that quirk, shit was it hot. Pun intended. Fire seemed like such a simple quirk, but simple works best. That  last fight against Todoroki, that excited her. 

See, y/n liked adventures away from the school ground, and since she could fly..well. She knew Todoroki.  He was always considerate enough not to be weirded out by her when she would sneak into his house, her parents knew his dad well, so she pretty much only knew that one place.  He was logical and so he understood that she isn't really perverted, she simply hasn't seen boys in a very long time.  Todoroki figured if he hadn't seen a female in three years he might become more fond of them as well. 

"Now lets award the metals" 

She looked up at the screen to see a podium holding the winners and runner ups. Atop it was the boy, he was announced as Katsuki Bakugou. He was chained to the post and attacking the air, and y/n found this insanely hot. She assumed that since Todoroki hadn't given his all, that boom boom might be upsetting. However, she never expected to see this beautiful sight on the tv screen of her classroom. The sight was stuck in her mind for days. 

She thought about it during dance class. 

She thought about it during quirk training. 

She thought about it during lunch.

During "sleepovers"

During missions with her boss - gang orca

During meeting with the principle

Even during visit time with her parents. It was then she decided she had to do something about it. Now, even though most girls at her school looked down upon U.A. the parents and staff didn't. For the girls it was about how truly jealous they were that those students, even with lesser power, would get to become heros. While us here, would become noblewomen, or princesses or be married off into other famous quirk families.

Y/n only was jealous because her mother spent more time with U.A. students than with her and her brothers. Seeing her mother was midnight, yes, the pro-hero. While that sounds cool, it isn't. Her mother and father dated for 1 month before getting married on a whim. Her father being a prince was something mom always described as FUCKINZg SEGGSYYY. Yes, you could blame midnight for y/ns horny behaviors. 

Unfortunately for midnight, royal quirks don't mix with other quirks. None of her children have her quirk. Her daughter has Elementus total control, her middle son has Elementus manipulate, and youngest son has Elementus transform. So she is left with a 7 year old that can turn himself into water if he doesn't want to get in trouble....yeah. So that at home life was strange...

"Mom, dad, I wanna be hero"

"Bullshit, no you don't bahaha"

"I do, mom"

"Why"

"Dad, I wanna help people you know, like mom does. I wanna make the world better instead of just becoming a queen and sitting in a house all day." Y/n lied, she would love to sit around doing nothing while her rich, king husband did all the work. Then she could just eat and watch anime and be unbothered. However, in the moment, y/n forgot about her dream future. All she wanted in that moment was to see boom boom everyday. yuh, I said it..boom boom.

"Babe, she has a fair point...plus its not like chiyo can do anything with his quirk"

"What do you mean?! CHiyo's quirk is so cool dad, one time he took all the oxygen out of my bod and then I couldn't do anything, it was so cool!"

"see...."

"Yea,yea i see"

"My love, can't you just recommend her to U.A. so you can keep an eye on her. We both knew she was destined to be a hero at some point."

"Uhm. Babe. She only wants to go so she can see boys."

"What?!My princess would never, you heard it, she wants to help people. Our sons would never say such things, we should proud, love"

"Honey, she is lying."

"No, I'm not a mom, I could care less about boys. All the girls at this school can do the same things, if not better. "

"Y/N! I love you so much my precious horny little fuck"Her mother sprang up from her seat and embarrassed her. 

"I can't believe this is my life.." dad sighed. 

"But yeah, that proves your point honey, if she is gay then she must mean it. Yayyy. N/N is coming to school with meeee!!"

"I- yeah mom."

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Sing Me A Melody Ch. 13 (A BakuDeku Omegaverse Au)

Chapter 13: Soft Touch

Izuku lifted his head from the pillow with a small yawn coming from his mouth. He heard soft voices coming from the kitchen of the hotel. He rubbed one of his eyes and sat up, wincing a little bit from the sorenss in his body.

Despite having done what they did back in the dressing room, they still had two more rounds in the hotel after that, just unable to keep their hands off one another.

Eri had spent the night in Aunt Mina's room and from the sound of it she was back with Katsuki having breakfast.

Stretching he got up, throwing on some shorts and then one of Katsuki's tshirts since he wasn't able to find one of is own at the moment. It was much too big and even showed off his shoulder a little as it hung down showing the bite marks that Katsuki had laid on his skin.

But nothing was as special as the bandages on the mark Katsuki had lad there to claim him as his own omega.

He stopped in the bathroom, eyeing the bandage and then slowly removed it from his neck, wincing softly but letting out a content sigh.

Fully healed and looking good.

He rinsed it gently and let out a content sigh. The mark that had been there before from Dabi was long gone. Now he had something he would treasure forever.

But hi ex's words did still stick in his mind. Why hadn't Katsuki asked him to bite him back? Why would he want to stay bound to the woman that had hurt Katsuki and Eri?

He frowned a bit. Maybe he should ask him about that. It didn't really sit rigt with him that he hadn't been able to yet.

Though that might be because they hadn't really had the time between practice, taking care of Eri, emptying his apartment, as well as the concert. There just wasn't a moment to think.

He shook his head and head to the kitchen.

“Careful Eri,” Katsuki said to his daughter. “Don't want you to get burned. They aren't ready just yet. You have to wait a few minutes.”

“But he's awake,” Eri said, the sound of a pout coming. “I want to make sure it's ready before he comes in.”

“I know princess but you have to be patient so you don't get hurt,” he said to her. Izuku smiled softly and he stepped into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Izuku said softly. Eri's little pout that was there blew up into a large smile and she wiggled off the chair, with Katsuki's help, that she had been standing on to go to Izuku and hug him tightly as he crouched down.

“Good morning Izu,” Eri said with a smile. “You sleep good?”

“Yes I did. Your Daddy made sure of that,” Izuku said, looking to the blonde who smirked a bit as Izuku stood up and gave him a small wink.

Katsuki's eyes went right to his unbandaged neck, the smirk falling and he approached, leaning in to give his forehead a soft kiss.

“It looks good,” he said to him, lifting his hand and resting it on Izuku's shoulder, rubbing his thumb against his bare skin. If it was't for Eri in his arms he kenw he would be metling against him and asking to be bent over the kitchen table.

“All healed now. I don't have to cover it anymore,” he said proudly.

“Good,” Katsuki said. “That means just one more thing I need to get for you.”

“And what is that?” Izuku asked.

“A collar of course.”

Izuku paused, paling a bit as he set Eri on her feet as she wiggled to go back to cooking the food. Katsuki stepped away to help her onto the chair.

A collar meant something very serious. It was sort of the step before even an engagement ring. Katsuki was serious about him.

But then why wouldn't he let Izuku claim him back? The thought bothered him and he glanced away from them, taking a seat at the table.

He didn't like this. He didn't like that his ex had made him think about this after such a wonderful night together.

And after mentioning that he wanted to get him a collar.

“So uh...what's on the plan for today?” Izuku asked, trying to distact himself. He shifted the shirt up on his shoulder, covering his skin, a clear sign that he wasn't comfortable.

Not to mentiong his scent was starting to sour.

“Aside from packing up to go to our next city,” he explained to him. “We've got a meeting with the press to answer questions about the concert.”

“Okay...” Izuku said, not really thinking as he sat there. Katsuki glanced at him, noticing how uncomfortable Izuku looked. Something was up. “Alright Eri, can you get us some plastic cups?” he asked. She nodded her head, not realizing what was going on and hopped off the chair to go get what was asked.

Katsuki approached Izuku, taking his chin in his hand and had him looking up at him with worried eyes.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yea...” he said, staring up at him and then after a raised brow from the blonde he let out a small sigh. “No...”

“What's the matter?”

Izuku's eyes glanced at the mark on Katsuki's neck, a frown coming.

“I don't like that you're still connected to her.”

Katsuki was confused a moment and then it dawned on him as Izuku kept looking at the mark on his neck. It was a glaring reminder that Katsuki hadn't finished the connection with Izuku. No wonder it was bothering Izuku so much like this. “Don't you worry omega,” he said softly as he leaned down slowly, a heavy flush forming on Izuku's cheeks. “The next time we're alone you can claim me,” he promised him.

Izuku smiled softly at that and he felt his eyes fluttering a bit as he leaned in to try to kiss his lips again, forgetting they weren't alone.

“Daddy I got the cups,” Eri said as she came in, tilting her head when she saw the two of them together. “Daddy are you going to kiss Izu?”

The two pulled apart and Katsuki laughed softly, kissing the top of Izuku's head.

“Yes princess. Izu is very special to me,” he told her, taking the cups “Now let's get some juice for everyone.”

Izuku covered his face with his hands. Why was he turning to putty just from nearly getting a kiss from the man he had a crush on for years. And now he was promising that he would be allowed to mark him the next time they were alone. Hopefully this time no one got hurt and had to go to the hospital.

It took a few moments but soon the three of them were sitting with plates of food as well as cups of juice in front of them.

“This looks amazing Eri,” Izuku said with a smile. “You did a great job.”

Eri beamed at that, “Thank you.”

Katsuki smiled and started to eat, going through the messages on his phone from the other bandmates as they got ready for the meeting.

“Izu, when are you going to sing again?” she asked. Katsuki paid attention then. Izuku sgining? He had never heard it before.

“Sing? I...I can't sing Eri,” Izuku said with a soft flush.

“But you did at the concert,” Eri said with a pout.

“Eri,” Katsuki said with a frown. “If he doens't want to sing, then he doesn't have to.”

Eri pouted again and poked at her pancakes.

“Okay....” she said softly. Izuku smiled softly at her and pet her hair. “Maybe one day, okay?”

She gave a small nod and went back to her food.

*

Katsuki closed the door to Eri's room slowly and let out a small sigh. Izuku looked at him worried but the blonde gave him a small smile.

“She was hard to put down for her nap but she keeps insisting that you sang at the concert. Said she took a video,” Katsuki said with a shrug. “Kids come up with stuff all the time. Maybe by the end of the night she'll let it go.”

Izuku flushed. “Even if she did I'm not much of a singer.”

“I'm sure you're wonderful,” Katsuki said and held up his hand before he could protest. “But I understand if you don't want to.”

Izuku relaxed a bit and then sighed, going to where he had left his notebook.

“So once she wakes up from her nap I think we'll be alright to get ready for the interview tonight. You have everything pretty muched packed?” Katsuki asked, plopping onto the couch.

“Almost. Just a few more things to pack and then I'm ready,” Izuku said, a touch of nervousness in his voice. He had moved around before but this time was different this time he was safe and he didn't have to worry super much about being stalked.

He tucked himself against Katsuki's side with his notebook, hands shaking a bit as he looked over the pages he had looked over.

It was time for another one he had made come to life.

“Here,” Izuku said softly, opening to a particular page and he held it out to the blonde. “I think you might like this one. It fits in with your music.”

Katsuki took the notebook and he scanned over the song. He smiled sadly at it and he reached to take Izuku's hand in his own.

“Are you sure about this one?” he asked.

“You don't like it?” Izuku asked with sad eyes.

“Now don't say that,” Katsuki said. “I just ask because this one seems rather vulenerable, you know? Very emotional heavy.”

“I'm sure,” Izuku said. “I want to see you work your magic.”

Katsuki smiled and he closed the notebook.

“Well then that's what we'll do when we're settled into the next hotel. I promise,” he said. Izuku gave a gentle nod, his eyes lingering on his neck again.

“I did say when we were alone,” Katsuki said, tucking his hand behind Izuku's head and he guided him closer to his neck over where his scent gland was. “Go for it.”

Izuku's heart pounded in his chest. This was a step he never thought they would be taking so soon. He knew there would be questions from everyone. But where else would he be going?

He kissed at his neck softly, the blonde letting out a low rumble of being content. He wanted him to mark him and complete their bond.

“It's okay,” Katsuki said to him softly. “You can.”

Izuku hummed and then gently bit down into his scent gland with his smaller fangs. Katsuki let out a small grunt and he rest his hand on the back of his head, letting his omega make sure the bite stayed there.

He felt the connecton strengthen and he inhaled slowly, pulling Izuku slowly closer to his body.

Wiht a gasp he pulled away, looking at the blonde with glassy eyes. Katsuki cupped his cheek ,wiping a little blood off of his lip.

“And now we are complete,” he said with a smile. Izuku wiped a tear away and smiled, leaning in to kiss.

Until Katsuki's phone went off.

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1, 4, 7, 8, 12, 17, 23, 32, 49, 50 for fanfiction writer ask :))

awww yeah someone actually asked! thank you, anon!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

oh my. okay. so. the first fic i ever wrote was a percy jackson oc fic. basically a self insert fic. i was...10, i want to say? that sounds about right. i found it in one of my old notebooks the other day. it was. good for a ten-year-old, i guess. 

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?

murder mysteries, all the way. also heists. so...crime, i guess.

7) When is your preferred time to write?

when i have something else i need to be doing urgently. that’s why i end up updating my fics during midterms/finals so often.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

rick riordan, probably. i think my writing style was influenced heavily by him. also my poetry unit in seventh grade. that’s where i discovered my love for hyphens and sentences that are way too long but technically grammatically correct.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?

kaitou kid (magic kaito, detective conan/case closed), hands down, because he’s such a mad lad. also the way you portray his character changes based on what you take as canon, since he’s technically in, like, three different series that are all loosely connected. also how i write him depends on the pov because other characters watching him think he’s suave and magical but internally he’s just going ‘oh crap oh shit oh fuck’ approximately 90% of the time. it’s great.

the runner up, though, would probably be bakugou katsuki (my hero academia), which is kind of surprising. i’ve mostly written character studies for him because i feel like his character has a lot of opportunity for growth and depth. also he’s an asshole who curses a lot and sometimes you just need to channel your anger into writing. he’s very good for that.

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

from ch 13 of too many questions:

(Takagi-keiji was possibly the only person who actually questioned Conan’s expertise anymore. It was half annoying, because that meant Conan had to watch himself, and half reassuring, because at least one person on the police force could identify things that were out of place.)

(Like, for instance, a child who knew how to defuse bombs. Just as a random example.)

(In hindsight, Conan had absolutely no idea how he’d managed to stay hidden as long as he had.)

that’s...a little longer than a line, but whatever.

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

hm...depends. if there’s loud background noise already, then yes (ex in a coffee shop or something), but if there’s only the standard white noise (ie in my room) then it’s up in the air. usually yes, though. i need to be able to have something to tune out, if that makes sense.

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?  

uhhh...in too many questions, yes, but only marginally. because it’s a murder mystery based on a real one, the victim is loosely based on the one from that case. there’s another one, too - one of the pageant kids - who’s loosely based on a character from another franchise, but i haven’t actually got far enough to describe him in the fic yet so that’s a surprise ;)

oh yeah there was also an easter egg in nothing’s out of reach - the edwards’ were loosely based on ed and winry from fma

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

oh my. i first discovered fanfiction because one of my friends told me it existed and pointed me to ffn. i was probably about thirteen. i did not know you could sort. or how the website worked at all.

i don’t remember much but i remember it was hetalia. and. not good.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

...i. that is such a hard question. not smut because i don’t. no. just. 

i don’t think my writing really fits into a fluff/angst dichotomy? but i think i’d probably have to go with angst. humourous angst though. 

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Sea Legs

Ch. 1 - Paradise 

Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia Quirkless, Mermaid, Modern AU

Rating: Explicit | Excessive Fluff, Blood, Wounds, Nudity, Sex, Cursing and Vulgar Language

Genre: Romance / Humor / Angst

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (oc)

A trip to her grandmothers beachfront home was something that Koge had done every year of her life. This time, an unlikely discovery would change her life forever. Who knew explaining how to be a human could be so hard. 

In retrospect, there really wasn’t much reason for Koge to complain. Four months at a beach front property, in a huge house, with no responsibilities? It should have sounded like a dream to the young adult, but in her reality, it sounded more like she was going to a prison. To someone else, it sounded like a dream vacation, whom anyone would jump at the chance to take. And all for free, no less. Koge wished she could give it away to someone else, so that they could suffer through it. Maybe she was being a little overdramatic, but no one else knew of the horrifically boring torture she was going to have to go through.

First of all, it wasn’t like she was going to be there alone. No, she would be there visiting her elderly grandmother, who could barely handle such a huge house as it was. Well, her grandmother and the nurses, cleaning staff, and cooks that came to the home daily. Being around her grandmother wasn’t necessarily all that bad, but there were times where she needed to get away from her. If she wanted to do that, then all she could do was go to the beach, or take a two hour long bike ride to the city. That is, if she didn’t want to be locked up in her room with no entertainment whatsoever. Her grandmother had no cable or satellite television, and what was worse, no internet.

All she had was a collection of movies on VHS and DVD, CDs or records for music, and a variety of books and magazines to read from. Koge was pretty sure she had already read all the magazines from the many years she had been coming out here, and had already completed more than half the books. She had seen all the movies, flipped through all the photo albums, heard all the stories. That’s to be expected, after coming to this magnificent home every year since she was three. It didn’t used to be so boring, but now that she had just turned twenty one, it was the definition of a bad time.

Koge knew that she didn’t have to come, her parents told her so. But, her grandma was growing older, and she had always talked about how much she loved for Koge to come stay with her. When that trembling, sweet voice asked her if she had decided earlier that month, the young woman just couldn’t say no. So, resigning herself to four months of near isolation, Koge had packed up and began the long trek down to the beautiful beach. After a three hour plane ride, a crowded train, and a bumpy bus, she arrived to the place where one of her grandmothers caretakers was going to pick her up.

The attempt to get her grandmother to just call a taxi had been fruitless, so Koge was escorted along by a woman maybe a few years her senior, who looked like she would rather be doing anything than this. Koge could empathise, but with the money her grandmother was probably paying the woman, she knew there was no right to complain. Just as Koge knew she had no right to complain about her accommodations, so she just gave a polite bow to the woman, heaved her luggage in the trunk of the car, and shuffled into the back seat to try and keep from conversation.

Koge did have to admit that the loneliness would be nice. She was quite the loner as it was, a bit awkward with people and shut in due to her natural personality. Her constantly blank expression was both like a curse and a blessing. She could keep her emotions hidden when she wanted, but was unable to express them properly when she found herself needing or even wanting to. This drove most people away, all except for her best friend, who had whined about wanting to come with her. Poor Nene, Koge thought in that moment, crossing her legs up into the seat. We’ll see how long she can go without calling me.

“How was the trip down here?” The woman in the driver's seat asked with a forced polite tone. Koge glanced up at the rearview mirror, catching her eyes in that split moment. “It was fine, I guess.”

The awkward silence filled the small car from that moment onward, and it was just as Koge liked it. She wasn’t all that good at small talk, nor did she really enjoy it, especially with someone who huffed and puffed the entire drive.

Annoying.

Forty-five minutes down a winding dirt road wasn’t entirely enjoyable, but Koge did have to admit it was better than the rest of the transportation she had suffered through that day. The view was nothing to scoff at, with vibrant forests and hints of the ocean through the trees to her right. It was something Koge had always marveled at, even from a young age, at how her grandmother lived in such a beautiful, magical place. She used to pretend that she was a magical creature, traveling to an enchanted castle where she would see land and sea monsters everywhere. Much to her disappointment, all she ever saw was annoying laughing white birds and the occasional dead fish on the beaches.

Well, that’s not entirely true. Once, when she was about six or seven, Koge had sworn that she had seen shimmering orange scales break the surface of the ocean. She had tried to convince her parents, but they had told her over and over that it was just an illusion created by the sun. Her grandmother, however, was quite interested in her story and had always humored the thought. A magical creature, a large fish, or just some discarded trash? Who knows what it was, but even to this day, Koge was sure that she hadn’t just imagined it. Either way, it was a memory, and it mattered little now.

Pulling up to the huge mansion was as it always had been, completely breathtaking and incredible. Sure, its age had begun to show itself due to neglect and lack of upkeep, but it was still just as magnificent as it always had been. How her grandmother could stand living here on her own was beyond Koge’s comprehension, but the old woman was happy, and that’s truly all that mattered. Though, the wish that she would at least get some type of internet still tumbled around in Koge’s mind, especially as she pulled out her phone to check the time. No internet, just the ability to call… Damn it.

With a huff of her own, Koge shoved her phone back into her back and opened her car door, not bothering to wait for the woman who was making her way around at a snail's pace. Putting her arms through her backpack straps, Koge took a moment to stretch her sore, stiff limbs, taking in a deep breath of the humid air. Arriving at midday, it was so hot she had already started to sweat, feeling her white hair sticking to the back of her neck. “Man, seems hotter than normal…” Although she was mostly talking to herself, the woman unpacking the trunk responded, with a tone of ‘pay attention and help me’ mixed in her voice.

“Ah, well, not particularly. Let’s get your luggage inside and get out of the heat.”

Unable to resist a small roll of her eyes, Koge complied, taking the heavier bags just to shut the woman up. She didn’t mind the weight of the bags, though she did mind the size of them, as her petite five foot one inch frame had difficulty juggling them about. Still, she was fit and athletic, able to maneuver them with limited problems. Leaving the other woman behind to complain to herself, Koge made her way through the main entryway, where a much more pleasant voice greeted her.

“Koge, my darling! How was the trip?” Wide smile on her wrinkled face, Koge’s grandmother shakily stood from her wheelchair, holding her arms open for a hug. Koge abandoned all her bags, quickly approaching the frail woman before her before gently embracing her. “Hey, Grandma. It was okay. A bit bumpy, you know.”

“Oh, I wish they would fix those darn roads, they’re always so difficult.” Pulling away, her grandmother cupped Koge’s cheeks gently. “I’m just so glad you got here safely. And that you decided to come at all. I was worried you would think you’re too grown up to come see your grandma.”

Koge gave a small shake of her head, helping the elderly woman sit back into her wheelchair. “Of course not. I’m never too old to come see my Grandma Kiki.” Laughing, Kiki held Koge’s hand gently when she was finally sitting comfortably. “Hearing my name does make me sound younger, doesn’t it? My dear, could you help me with my mask here, I’m feeling a bit winded.” With a simple gesture, Koge spotted the oxygen mask resting over the left armrest of the wheelchair, connected to some tanks that hung off the back. As requested, Koge helped to fix the mask over Kiki’s nose and mouth, allowing her to sit back and rest for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Koge.” Kiki began once she felt better, looking up at her granddaughter with a bit of sadness. “I haven’t been feeling well as of late.”

“That’s okay. Don’t push yourself. I’m a bit tired, so how about we both get some rest and I’ll unpack, then we can catch up. What do you say?”

“Aah, I could use a nap, I think. Go on upstairs, dear, and get some rest. I have the room on the far end all made up for you, with a beautiful view of the ocean and a balcony. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

She was right, Koge did love it. The room was huge with its own en suite, with a shower and a jet tub meant for a king. A king bed and a reading nook topped it off, along with a television that didn’t quite fit the updated features of the room. Wow, she must of had this renovated all for my stay. She’s just too sweet.

The best part about the room, however, was the balcony. Just as her grandma had said, the view was breathtaking, and Koge could have sworn she could see miles upon miles down the beach to the left. On the right, the beach ended at a series of forest covered cliffs, with caves she had explored on occasion with her father. It was all so beautiful, the water shimmering as it rolled across the white sand, that Koge immediately felt the urge to go down there and soak in the sun. Then, she thought of how awful her pale skin would burn, and how tired the heat was making her. The beautiful scenery soaked in, Koge began to make her way back into the room, when something caught her eye.

At first, it looked like something orange up against the surface of the water, there and gone again in the same second. Huh… Something orange. Tch, must just be my mind playing tricks, since I had thought about that on the way here.

Ignoring the vision, she opened the french doors and entered her room. Pale blue gaze landing on the bed, she immediately felt herself drawn to it, collapsing onto the fluffy comforter. Wiggling herself under the covers, she cuddled a pillow tightly to her chest, sighing softly in relief.

Four months here…  I think I can manage, as always. It is a beautiful place…

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Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Explicit Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: i mean unless you want to, but thats yuour prerogative, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Alpha Todoroki Shouto, Alpha Kirishima Eijirou, mate marks, Scenting, Scent Kink, Crying, Crying Kink, PIV Sex, Penis In Va/gina S/ex, trans izuku but not really, Cheating, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Va/ginal Fingering, Oral S/ex, Soft Bakugou Katsuki, Service Top, Service Alpha, todoroki a bit/ch, sweat kink ig lmao, wearing your s/o clothes kink, Praise Kink, P/orn with a hint of Plot, this is 100 percent bkdk dont look here if you actually enjoy tddk Summary:

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