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[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 19 - Wasting

Hitoshi can’t do this anymore.

It’s been three weeks since he ran into Bakugo by chance, three weeks after five blissful years of silence and now Bakugo is everywhere. And it seems he’s deliberately searching out Hitoshi as well, because whenever they cross paths, there’s a triumphant little smile on Bakugo’s face—one that does not make him hot, Hitoshi refuses to admit that—before he barges right into Hitoshi’s personal space and starts pestering him.

And sadly the circle isn’t broken today.

“You should go back to training,” Bakugo says as his greeting, roaming his eyes over Hitoshi’s body. “You need to get back into the swing of things if you want to get anywhere.”

“There’s no swing to get back into and there’s nowhere I want to get,” Hitoshi sighs out, completely exhausted by the constant badgering. “I am right where I want to be.”

“Bullshit,” Bakugo almost spits out and there’s a fire blazing in his eyes. “The only other person who wanted to be a hero even more badly than Deku and me was you. There is no way you’re happy where you are. No fucking way.”

Hitoshi slumps where he stands, a deep weariness draping over him and he lazily blinks at Bakugo.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe this is what I want to do? That things simply changed for me and I am happy where I am?”

Bakugo sneers at the mere suggestion.

“You’re better than this. You can do so much more. You just gotta work hard and you’ll make the fucking rankings in no time.”

Hitoshi hates to admit it but something about Bakugo’s insistent and unwavering faith in him warms Hitoshi down to the core. The thing is just that Bakugo has it all wrong because Hitoshi is a hero, just an underground one, and there is no way in hell he’s ever going to show up in any rankings, ever.

Not in the public ones, anyway.

There are rankings for underground heroes and Hitoshi is already so high up on those that it’s almost unbelievable, and there are only two other heroes outranking him but that is because they have been in the business for double the time Hitoshi has.

He’s gonna get them eventually, he knows that, especially with how more and more undercover missions come his way, more dangerous ones and ones that take months at a time.

Hitoshi’s gonna make the top, no matter what.

“Did I fucking lose you somewhere?” Bakugo snaps out, startling Hitoshi back into the here and now and Hitoshi lets out a weary sigh.

He wishes he could just shut Bakugo up, tell him exactly what kind of work he’s doing, but his entire existence is buried under so many NDAs that Hitoshi really fucking can’t. Bakugo might be one of the top ten, but he’s not allowed to know that Hitoshi is in any way affiliated with any kind of hero work.

He simply doesn’t have the clearance for it, and isn’t that kind of laughable.

“I’m tired,” Hitoshi simply gives back when Bakugo continues to glare at him and Bakugo scoffs.

“What? Police working you to your bone?” he asks and Hitoshi shrugs.

It’s a good cover, especially because he does consult for the police during kidnappings and hostage situations occasionally.

“Just didn’t sleep well,” Hitoshi mutters back, caught off guard by the sudden concern on Bakugo’s face but it’s not as if he can tell him that nightmares from his last mission keep him up at night.

“You need to work out more, tire yourself out, you moron. Come to my agency, I can get you a training plan,” Bakugo grumbles and it almost doesn’t sound like a threat but an offer so it takes Hitoshi a moment.

“I’m not going to train with you or at your agency,” Hitoshi firmly tells him because one, he already gets enough training as it is, two, there is no way in hell he’s going to let Bakugo train him for anything and three, if his handler catches him anywhere near one of the more popular agencies Hitoshi is dead meat.

“How do you keep finding me, anyway?” Hitoshi belatedly asks because he makes sure to alternate the routes he takes so as to not lead anyone close to his home or his preferred haunts but Bakugo always finds him effortlessly.

“I’m just good like that,” Bakugo shrugs, clearly completely confident in his abilities and Hitoshi hates that he kind of has to agree with him.

Not that he would ever say that out loud.

“Well, don’t be. I don’t want to see you again,” Hitoshi tells him right as he walks past Bakugo who thankfully doesn’t follow him but that doesn’t mean he lets him leave quietly.

“Come to my fucking agency!”

Hitoshi simply waves over his shoulder before he gets out his secure phone to text his handler.

Get someone to predict where I go. Dynamight keeps finding me and if he can, others might be able to as well, he shoots off and then submits himself to feeling watched basically 24/7.

The things he does to keep his identity hidden.

~*~*~

Dynamight must have bugged you, agents can’t keep up with you, is the answer he gets four days later after two more encounters with Bakugo and now that’s just insane.

So the next time Bakugo seeks him out, Hitoshi confronts him.

“Did you fucking bug me?” he asks, shoving Bakugo as soon as he’s in reach but Bakugo only blinks at him.

“Why the fuck would I need to do that?”

“You keep finding me!”

“That’s because you’re goddamn predictable,” Bakugo shoots back, though there is a smug smile on his face.

Now, Hitoshi knows for a fact that he is not predictable, because he makes it a point not to be and his handler confirmed he’s damn good at it, too, so Bakugo is spewing utter bullshit.

“How do you keep finding me?” Hitoshi presses out and Bakugo must realise that this is no longer just teasing because his face smooths out.

“I don’t know, I just do. I didn’t bug you and I don’t have anyone following you.”

“We didn’t run into each other for five years, what the fuck is going on?” Hitoshi whispers and he almost fears that the universe is playing a trick on him.

There is no other explanation for it, because he believes Bakugo. As crazy as that might sound.

“Well, can you just stop finding me?” Hitoshi asks after a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose, because he can’t deal with this.

“Beats me,” Bakugo shrugs but he does walk away. “Offer to train still stands,” he calls over his shoulder before he vanishes and Hitoshi groans when he feels a new headache setting in.

Just what he needed today.

~*~*~

Hitoshi has no clue how it happens but he has coffee with Bakugo twice a week and they meet for dinner at least once. Always on accident.

It’s irrational and stupid and could honest to god endanger his entire career and yet they somehow end up at the same shop this afternoon again and then find themselves at the same table, too.

This is so stupid.

“I can’t believe this,” Hitoshi groans out just as Bakugo sits down opposite of him and he’s almost scared to pick his head out of his arms when he hears Bakugo slide something over the table to him. “What’s that?”

“Use your fucking eyes, moron,” Bakugo says, explaining absolutely nothing and so Hitoshi moves just enough to be able to make out the word ‘apprenticeship’ before he drops it back down with a groan.

“Absolutely not. Will you fucking drop it?”

“I would if you wouldn’t fucking waste your life away,” Bakugo snaps out and he sounds seriously angry. “You’re wasting your talent. You could be a damn good hero and yet here you are, rotting away. What the fuck happened to you? Where did all your goddamn ambition go?”

“Away, Bakugo. It happens sometimes, so just let it rest.”

Going by the way he works his jaw, Bakugo is not going to let it rest.

“It doesn’t have to be with me,” Bakugo says as he taps the flyer still on the table. “There are a number of other heroes who are good at what they do. My phone number is in there, give me a call when you find your fucking backbone.”

With that he slides out of the booth and leaves Hitoshi and his rapidly cooling coffee alone, for which Hitoshi should be grateful.

Instead he just feels tired.

~*~*~

“In how much trouble am I going to get if I just tell Bakugo I’m an underground hero?” Hitoshi asks as he barges into his parent’s home and immediately he has both their undivided attention.

“So much,” Yamada immediately says and Aizawa nods.

“Too much. Sit. Explain.”

Hitoshi doesn’t so much as sit but flop down on the couch, burying his head in the cushions and hoping that they might just smother him.

“What’s going on, Toshi?” Yamada asks as he gently cards his fingers through Hitoshi’s hair and Hitoshi can feel himself melting into the couch.

“Bakugo is going on,” he mutters and Yamada snorts, while Aizawa sits down on the ground, near Hitoshi’s head.

“What’s he doing?”

“Being an annoying, supportive prick,” Hitoshi grunts and forces himself to turn around.

He can’t quite find the strength to sit up, but this has to do.

“That—sounds like a pretty accurate summary of Bakugo, actually,” Yamada decides as he moves around the couch to sit at the other end, placing Hitoshi’s legs in his lap.

“He’s trying to figure out where you work?” Aizawa asks and Hitoshi snorts.

“I wish. Then he’d know I’m a hero and he would stop pestering me.”

“Pestering you about what?” Aizawa not so patiently asks and Yamada shuts him up.

“No, wait, wait, full stop. Since when are you talking to Bakugo, anyway?”

“That’s the entire problem, papa! I’m not! I don’t even know how this happened. One day he spots me in the streets and next I know, he’s everywhere. I swear to the gods, he has a sixth sense for me, because it doesn’t make sense otherwise. Our own agents can’t follow me or predict where I go and yet Bakugo is there, always. It’s driving me insane.”

“What does he want from you?”

“He wants me to become a hero,” Hitoshi whispers out and there is still enough of that jaded, hurt child left in him that the mere sentiment makes him feel warm.

He could have needed Bakugo’s unwavering faith ten years ago.

“He keeps making all these offers; wants me to train in his agency, wants me to do an apprenticeship, offers to connect me to people. It’s insane.”

“That—doesn’t sound like Bakugo at all.”

“He keeps going on about how I’m wasting my potential, how I could be so much more than I am. I really fucking want to tell him but my handler won’t let me,” Hitoshi complaints, because he’s had this talk with his handler several times already but no dice.

“Wow, Bakugo must really think a lot of you,” Yamada mutters out and Aizawa hums.

“You want to tell him?”

“I want him off my back,” Hitoshi gives back but Aizawa levels him with a look.

“You sure about that?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I think what your dad is trying to say is that this sounds a little bit like boy problems,” Yamada not-at-all helpfully chimes in and Hitoshi freezes.

“What the fuck.”

“I mean, come on. You come in here, just to complain about a boy. A boy, who as far as I understand it, goes out of his way to not only find you but also places his considerable faith in you. Bakugo’s expectations for others are almost as high as those for himself and if he thinks you can meet them then that certainly means something.”

“Oh no,” Hitoshi mutters out, completely horrified to realise that maybe all the meetings at coffee shops and their weekly dinners could have been dates. “Oh no, fuck no.”

“No, how am I just realising this or no, I hate Bakugo and don’t ever want to see him again?” Yamada asks for clarification and Hitoshi is completely mortified because it’s the first.

Fuck, how can it be the first?

“I guess that’s your answer right there,” Aizawa amusedly says as Hitoshi buries his face in his hands and lets out a groan as if he’s dying.

“This can’t be happening,” he mutters, because it can’t but maybe it is.

Maybe Bakugo’s unwavering faith in Hitoshi wore him down. Maybe spending time with Bakugo hasn’t been the worst. Maybe meeting him is a highlight of every given day and maybe Hitoshi is completely and utterly fucked.

“I can’t believe I actually like meeting him.”

“You like him. Of course you like meeting him.”

“He thinks I’m a fucking slob who only occasionally does consulting work with the police, I have no fucking chance.”

“From what I’m gathering from your breakdown here is that Bakugo is going out of his way to meet you and trying to get you back to something that meant the world to you. That doesn’t sound like someone who doesn’t care.”

“You’re not allowed to be logical about this,” Hitoshi accusingly says, but of course Aizawa is unfazed.

“What do you want to do about it?” Yamada asks and that, at least is something Hitoshi can answer.

“Nothing. I already talked to my handler, I’m not allowed to tell Bakugo anything. And if I’m not allowed to do that, I’m not going to do anything. That’s not a basis for a relationship.”

Fuck, even saying that word makes Hitoshi go hot all over.

“I’m going to call in a few favours,” Aizawa decides as he gets up, leaving for his office before Yamada or Hitoshi can say anything.

“You think he’ll have any luck?”

“There are very many people who owe him one,” Yamada shrugs and sinks down deeper into the couch. “Seems like we’ll have to wait. Movie time?”

“Sure,” Hitoshi shrugs, because that might take his mind off Bakugo and that’s really all he wants right now.

He can come to terms with his feelings later.

~*~*~

It’s well into the second movie when the printer in Aizawa’s office starts to go off and Hitoshi and Yamada share a glance.

It seems as if Aizawa has gotten somewhere with his favours if he needs to print something and anticipation makes the tips of Hitoshi’s finger tingle.

All for naught, because it takes another hour before Aizawa comes out, a seriously frightening stack of papers in his hands.

“What is all of this?” Hitoshi warily asks as Aizawa dumps them into his lap.

“These are all the papers Bakugo needs to sign for you to be able to tell him that you’re a successful underground hero.”

Hitoshi blinks.

“All of these papers, just for that?”

“All of these papers, just for that,” Aizawa agrees. “If you want to talk to him about your agency or less classified mission details you’ll need to put him down as your confidant as well as medical proxy.”

Hitoshi immediately flushes because—well. That’s usually reserved for family and spouses and Bakugo really is neither and Hitoshi hates that the thought is tempting, still. He could just put Bakugo down as his confidant, have him sign even more papers and then be able to rant to him about his fucked up missions.

“Oh, he’s thinking about it,” Yamada whispers out and even Aizawa seems pained.

“Bakugo, really?” he asks, something he clearly wanted to do all this time and Hitoshi fights the urge to stick his tongue out at him.

“Yeah, well, apparently loud blondes are the way to go for us,” he snipes out as he gathers the papers together and gets up as Yamada sputters to the side.

“Thanks for this, dad. Seriously.”

“Whatever,” Aizawa says with an eyeroll but there’s a small smile on his face and Hitoshi darts in for a quick hug before he turns around to Yamada.

“Do let us know how it went,” Yamada pleads and Hitoshi nods, already fishing his phone out of his pocket.

He saved Bakugo’s number even though he never did end up sending him a message but it takes no time at all to type a short one out.

Meet me here, now. S. H. is all he sends, with his home address attached and he waits just long enough to see that it’s marked as read before he deletes everything again.

He might be excited, but he’s not stupid and he does like his job. He’s not going to jeopardize it just for Bakugo, even though the thought is tempting.

Fuck you, is Bakugo’s reply shortly after, and then a second message: omw.

“Alright, gotta go,” Hitoshi calls out, rushing to get his shoes on and then he’s out of the door without even hearing his parents wishing him good luck.

He makes it to his place before Bakugo, so it gives him some time to fret over this entire thing, but his spiral is interrupted when someone knocks at his door and Hitoshi rushes to open it.

“This better not be a booty call,” Bakugo grumbles as he pushes into the apartment and Hitoshi’s brain briefly shuts down, before he finds his footing.

“Why, you wouldn’t have come for that?” he asks, once his higher brain functions come back online and Bakugo only scoffs, which is not a no in Hitoshi’s opinion.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I want you to read all of that and then sign them,” Hitoshi says and points to the towering stack of papers on his table.

Seriously, the amount of paperwork that goes into this is insane.

“The fuck is this?” Bakugo mutters as he sits down on the couch, pulling the papers closer and Hitoshi sees how his eyebrow rise higher and higher. “What is going on?” he finally asks after skimming the first page and Hitoshi mimes zipping his mouth shut and throwing the key away before he points at the papers again.

“Unless you sign these.”

Bakugo looks between the stack of paper and Hitoshi several times before he nods seemingly to himself and gets to reading. He takes it incredibly seriously, for which Hitoshi is thankful because not even he knows what’s in the fine print of these papers, but he guesses if Bakugo accidentally breaks any of the NDAs he’s about to sign he can kiss his career goodbye.

It takes Bakugo ages to go through all the pages and Hitoshi is a nervous mess the entire time but finally, finally Bakugo puts his signature on the last paper and Hitoshi lets out a sigh of relief.

“So what is all this bullshit about?”

“I’m an underground hero and I’m ranked third on our own ranking boards, so I’m kind of good at what I’m doing,” Hitoshi blurts out almost immediately and then he can finally relax.

“What the fuck,” Bakugo says after a lengthy pause and he sounds seriously angry, which makes Hitoshi wary. “Was it funny letting me make a fool out of myself all this time?” he then snaps and Hitoshi sits up, pinning him with a glare.

“This—” he points at the papers “—did not come cheap. I’m not allowed to talk about any of this shit. My parents know because they are my parents and that’s it. I had to go in several times because you kept finding me when not even our own agents could. They did a sweep of my entire apartment and I had to change my phone three times because you kept finding me. Aizawa had to call in a lot of favours for me to be able to tell you even that much because my handler is adamant that you don’t get to know. I couldn’t tell you shit, not before this. And I’m taking my job seriously, Bakugo.”

Bakugo works his jaw for a moment longer before he finally deflates.

“As you fucking should,” he admits and rubs a hand over his face. “Underground, huh? Makes sense, stupid of me not to consider,” he mutters and Hitoshi shrugs.

“It works best for my quirk. Aizawa got me in and then things just took off.” He pauses briefly. “I’m not allowed to talk missions with you, or about my agency. Just—if I vanish without warning, I’m—working.”

“Working,” Bakugo repeats with a nod and then leans forward. “So now what? You did this to make me back off? Finally annoyed by me assuming the worst of you?”

“Charmed that you even had any kind of faith in me, more like,” Hitoshi shoots back, “and kind of hoping that with this out of the way we can finally talk about other shit during our—” he almost says dates but bites himself off at the last possible second. “Meetings,” he finally finishes lamely and going by the smirk on Bakugo’s face he knows exactly what Hitoshi wanted to say.

“Fine,” Bakugo says as he gets up and Hitoshi freezes completely when he’s suddenly right in his space. “I’ll find you for our next date,” he whispers, way too close to Hitoshi already and yet Hitoshi is still surprised when Bakugo’s lips brush over his.

The contact is brief, fleeting, and by the time Hitoshi comes back online, Bakugo is already out of the door.

“I hate you,” Hitoshi yells after him because what the fuck was that but the only answer he gets is the closing door.

At least until his phone chimes in his pocket.

Tell me about it over coffee is the message he finds and yeah.

Hitoshi thinks he will do exactly that.

[hyuge]

Baby Daddy

Camie and Bakugou dated for a bit in high school but quickly realized it wasn't going to work and broke it off mutually. They stayed friends afterwards, no biggie. Several years later, Camie shows up at Bakugou's doorstep because she's pregnant and the dad didn't want anything to do with it. She wants to keep the baby but she's freaking out and needs someone more levelheaded than she is to talk to. Bakugou, who actually really loves kids, tells her he's gonna help her out the whole way through. He agrees not to go murder the asshole that would bail on her but he's pissed so he is just going to channel that energy into being the best fucking uncle that kid'll ever have.

Meanwhile, Kirishima is finally working up the nerve to confess his many years long crush on Bakugou. He tells himself he's finally going to do it. Bakugou hasn't really dated anyone in a long time, they're both established in their careers, they spend all their time together already, and then he gets a call from Bakugou.

"I need to tell you something but you have to keep it to yourself. It's really important that this doesn't get around."

Kirishima smiles and says, "Yeah, sure. Anything for you."

And then Bakugou tells him that Camie is at his apartment and she's pregnant. Kirishima drops his phone in a panic, heart racing. He knew Camie and Bakugou were still close and that he never really dated anyone after her. He just assumed they were just friends. Bakugou said the breakup was mutual. But was it really? had bakugou lied about it to save face and the reason he hadn't dated anyone up to this point was because he still had feelings for her? But then if they were back together, why wouldn't Bakugou have told him? Kirishima scrambles to pick up the phone but he can't think straight, so he doesn't hear anything else Bakugou is saying. "I'm sorry. I gotta go."

"What? Kirishi-"

He hangs up the phone. Kirishima has a meltdown thinking he waited too long and missed his chance.

Bakugou can't get ahold of him for awhile after that. He's pissed, but he pushes it aside because he promised to help Camie and he still has hero work to do. So he does the things her boyfriend should have. He takes her to the doctor, helps her pick out baby stuff, makes sure she's eating the proper meals a pregnant woman needs.

At one point Camie slips going down the stairs and Bakugou calls Todoroki. He tells him to bring his brother over because they need a doctor and he's not taking Camie to the ER where there's a bunch of nosy fuckers. Natsuo looks her over, says she's okay but if anything starts to hurt or feel off to give him a call. Bakugou tells Camie to move in with him until the baby comes. His place is bigger and this way he can keep an eye on her better. She's annoyed but agrees. Meanwhile, Bakugou still can't get ahold of Kirishima.

When Kirishima finally answers the phone he laughs awkwardly and makes an excuse about work being busy. Bakugou tells him that Camie's moving in and asks if he can help move stuff. Kirishima says he can't because he's busy that day (a lie).

Eventually, they're spotted baby shopping. Photos of them buying a crib and looking at baby clothes are plastered all over the internet. Bakugou never checks skeezy news sites, but Camie googles herself daily. The headlines are already twisted:

"IllusoMight having a baby?" "Pro Hero Dynamight and Pro Hero IllusoCamie spotted baby shopping!" "...sources say Dynamight and IllusoCamie dated in high school. It would seem their breakup wasn't as permanent as people thought!"

Camie yells for Bakugou from the other room. "Hey babe, I think you should look at this." Before he can even see what she's yelling about, his phone is ringing. Denki's name is on the screen when Bakugou answers.

"You're having a baby?!"

"What the fuck are you on about, sparks for brains?"

"It's all over the news. Pictures of you and Utsushimi baby shopping." Bakugou curses and rushes to the other room. Camie's holding her phone up with the screen facing him. "Why didn't you tell us you two were back together?"

"We're not," Bakugou growls. "I'm just helping her out because some asshole knocked her up and bailed."

"Were you the asshole?"

"Shut up." Bakugou hangs up the phone and collapses onto the sofa next to her.

Camie makes a joke about how the photos were pretty good candid shots. He glares at her and she sighs, holding her arms out for him to cuddle. Bakugou rests his head on her stomach and feels the baby kicking his face. He's so mad because fuck those shitty paparazzi, and the one person he wants to talk to the most isn't answering the phone.

He decides to try calling Kirishima again. After the third attempt, he picks up the phone. "Hey. I can't really talk I'm-"

"Busy. I know." Bakugou interrupts. His voice cracks.

"Hey. Hey, what's wrong?"

Bakugou sighs. "Can you come over? Please?"

There's a long pause before Kirishima finally answers with an, "Okay. I'll be there in twenty."

When Kirishima finally shows up he looks around the apartment before asking, "Where's Utsushimi?"

Bakugou waves him inside the apartment. "In her room, resting."

"Her room?"

Bakugou narrows his gaze at him. "Yeah, her room."

Kirishima has a confused look on his face, but shakes his head, deciding not to say whatever it is that was on his mind. "So, what's going on?"

Bakugou sits on the armrest of his sofa and sighs in defeat. "It's this whole pregnancy thing. I guess word started to spread."

"Oh," says Kirishima. "I know you wanted to keep a secret. I'm sure it's hard having a baby as a pro hero when you're not married."

"Mm. Camie seems more chill about it than expected. I think it helps that everyone online is saying how she's glowing. As if she couldn't make herself glow begin with." He rolls his eyes.

Kirishima nods slowly. "What about you? A baby's a huge change. That's gotta be hard."

"S'not like it's really my responsibility."

Kirishima actually looks mad about that for some reason. "Of course it's your responsibility! How could you say something so flippant when you're about to be a dad?"

"What?"

"You're having a baby but you're saying it's not your responsibility," explains Kirishima.

"I'm not having a fucking baby."

"What?" This time it was Kirishima's turn to be confused.

"Did you not hear anything I said to you on the phone before?"

"Um..." Kirishima's cheeks flushed red and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I told you some asshole knocked her up and ditched. I'm just helping her out."

Kirishima's eyes grow rounder than Bakugou had ever seen them before. "So... You're not having a baby?"

"No."

"And you're not back together with Utsushimi?"

"No."

"And you're not still in love with her?"

"Hell. Fucking. No."

And then Kirishima is so visibly relieved that without thinking he reaches for Bakugou and pulls him into a kiss, startling him, but he doesn't fight it. They straighten out their feelings after that, and of course because Camie is Camie, she had the whole thing recording in a livestream to clear up any and all internet confusion on whether or not Dynamight was her baby daddy.

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 2 - Solitary Confinement

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 678

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“Jirou, are you getting anything?” Hizashi speaks into his mic while kicking the fourth guard he’s knocked out from his path. 

The heroine sighs into the receiver, “Only some weird shuffling from sub-level three, but it could be mechanical. This building is massive, who knows what’s down there.”

“Heard.” He chews on his lip, pulling another tranquilizer from his pack and loading it into the gun. 

There are only four heroes at this location, something that Hizashi vehemently opposed, considering this was a rescue mission. There were six possible hideouts they had to check, and unfortunately not an unlimited supply of heroes available to work the case. 

“Three more ahead of you and I can’t clock anything else.” Jirou relays, the wind from outside rustling in her comm.

Hizashi nods to himself and continues, easily taking two more guards out. The farther he goes the less hope he has that Tokoyami is even here. 

Three weeks ago the hero had been kidnapped on patrol. He’d been alone since typically daylight routes are less dangerous, but Hizashi knew that mindset would kick them in the ass one day.

They received a ransom note from some underground ring of some sort. Drugs, trafficking, it didn’t matter at that point. They were getting desperate and took a hero as a last-ditch effort to face less punishment. Probably why there were barely any people here. 

He makes his way down two levels, reaching one last guard who looks like he could be in charge. 

“What are you guarding down here?” Hizashi asks on a whim, holding the mangled warden in his hands. 

He gives Hizashi a bloody smile, “The lights.”

Hizashi glances up at the dim lights and then the panel outside the padlocked door behind him. It looks well-sealed, with a small switch next to it flipped off. 

The man coughs, splattering blood on Hizashi’s jacket, “He shut up when we turned the lights off.”

Hizashi fumes, disposing of the guard swiftly. “Earphone Jack, be advised and call medical. I think he’s here.” 

“Really? Is he unconscious?”

“I don’t know, they said they’d been keeping him with the lights off. Dark Shadow might have done something.” He contemplates, flicking the light on and beginning to turn the large spoke handle. 

“Medical is on their way, are you able to get to him without assistance?” 

He grunts, hearing the door’s seal hiss as he tugs it open, “Not sure yet. If he’s just behind the door then-” His mouth clicks shut without his permission. The air thickens in his lungs. 

“Mic? Is everything ok?”

“Jirou. Let medical know they cannot come down here until Eraserhead is with them.” 

“What is it, Mic? Is he okay? Should I send for Recovery Girl as well?” 

Mic turns away from the scene in front of him, repressing the urge to vomit.

“No, Jirou. This is now a recovery mission.” He winces at her audible reaction. 

“You’re… you’re sure? What if Recovery Girl can help-”

“Kid, he’s been gone for a while. They kept him down here alone with the lights off, I think his quirk… I just need Eraser in case it’s still in his body.” 

“Oh my god- I’m gonna… um… I’m gonna patch you through.” 

There’s a moment of silence followed by a few beeps. 

“Mic? What’s going on? The page says you changed the status to recovery.” Shouta’s voice is comforting, and Mic finally allows himself to breathe for a moment, stepping out of the small room. 

“Shouta, he… I think he lost control of Dark Shadow. I don’t know how long he made it but… There’s barely anything left. He tore him apart.”

“Fuck!” Shouta curses, “You’re sure he’s…?”

Hizashi forces himself to turn back around. He walks towards the body, crouching down barely within reaching distance. 

He holds his fingers out to the hand laying limp on the floor. Flinching back at the feeling, he sighs and removes his jacket to cover Tokoyami’s twisted neck and head shoved behind his back against the concrete wall he’s leaning on. 

“He’s… cold.”

[cheese-doorstop48]

Izuku has his own problem children now

[sultrysparkles]

USELESS₊˚⊹♡

[•~AGEDUP!PROHERO!MIDORYIA X F!READER~•] smut/slight angst

synopsis: your pro hero boyfriend comes back angry and hurt and needs a way to relieve some stress

warnings: dom!izuku sub!reader degradation, spanking, use of "whore" and "slut", praise

a/n: pt.2?

the front door slams, which is soon accompanied by faint footsteps gradually getting louder and louder. they sounded urgent and quick. the suspense making your heart race and stomach drop.

you leave your room to further investigate the sudden footsteps, only to be greeted by your boyfriend, izuku sat on the couch. but something was off about him. he didn't have his usual soft and caring personality. his aura wasn't so welcoming and gentle.

"please izuku, baby- just talk to me..." you sigh. izuku had just came home from a mission and he seemed frustrated. and you had been urging the man to open up, after all izuku wasn't the type to get angry easily.

"I told you I'm fine." he shuts you off again. that's all he had been repeating for the last 10 minutes. he kept brushing you off, ignoring the obvious tint of worry slowly spreading all over your face.

"baby please- tell me-"

"fine. you wanna know so bad huh? just can't leave me alone. I'll show you then, since you can't mind your own fucking business." he snaps. you've never seen this side of him. he looked so angry, and frustrated. he was fed up with whatever it was bothering him.

izuku grabs your hands forcefully, his grasp making it impossible for you to even attempt to break through. but it wasn't like you would try to, seeing izuku so fed up and furious sorta turned you on, but you would never tell him that.

eagerly, the green haired man drags you to your sharfed bedroom, slamming the door as quickly as he could. he shoves you onto the mattress, his shadow towering all over you. before you could realize his rough calloused hands reach for the hem of your shorts, toying with the waistband.

"can I?" izuku always made sure he had your approval before doing anything, after all his biggest fear is hurting you. you nod, completely lost in the sudden adrenaline rush.

izuku sighs, his frustration grows even more, he delivers a soft but warning slap on your leg. "y'know better, use your words." it was evident he wasn't messing around. "you can..." was all it took before izuku slides your shorts off in one swift motion, leaving one small rip in them.

you sigh loudly at the sensation of the cold air hitting your naked legs. then a finger runs all over your panties, teasing your soaking hole, slick seeping through the soft cotton fabric. he smirks at the sight. "mm-, didn't know I could do this to ya, makes me feel kinda useful for once..." he chuckles, fingers rubbing your clothed clit.

deep breaths quicken as you ache for more stimulation, hips slowly grinding against his finger. izuku sucks his teeth before holding your hips down, restricting you from any movement. "if you want more, you gotta ask princess." he adds, a cocky grin painted all over his face.

"p-please zuku- more.." you mumble out. he scoffs loudly again, another slap meeting your thigh, this time a little bit harder. "for what? don't act dumb now." he snaps, fingers now rubbing over your clothed clit even slower. despite how humiliated you felt, you were so desperate for more. "please baby, I need you in me..."

panties are thrown across the bedroom, your bare pussy out for him. he lets a hand rub all over your inner thighs, collecting all the arousal which seeped out. "looks like I don't needa prep you huh, pretty girl? but what else did I expect from a slut like you.." he chuckles before reaching down to his belt.

he slowly unbuckles the belt, before stopping suddenly. "nah, since you wanted to piss me off, you do it." grabbing one of your soft gentle hands and placing them on his belt. and you oblige, you didn't care what it took, all you wanted was his cock in you right now.

you unbuckle his belt and slide his boxers off, freeing his girthy cock. his hairs were trimmed and his tip was a rosy pink, veins decorating the length. izuku shudders, "mmm, what do you want baby?" he cooes, hands caressing your cheek.

"I want youu-zuku please put it in" you beg, your eyes staring back up at him so gently. izuku smiles warmly for a split second, distracting you from the fact he had just pushed your legs all the way down to your chest, knees touching your chest. he slams himself in, the girth stretching you out, leaving you with a painful yet pleasurable burn.

the two of you let out breathy moans, which are soon disturbed from izuku's sudden harsh thrusts. usually when you two had sex, he was so gentle and sweet. slow but passionate thrusts as he whispered sweet nothings in your ears. but right now, you weren't even sure if this was the same izuku you knew before.

"everybody sayin im fuckin useless..." he groans, hips bucking into your even quicker, making you yelp out with pleasure. his cock moving in and out of your walls at an impossible speed. "always talking about m'not good for anything." he scoffs

you now were beginning to piece together what had happened earlier, what left izuku so angry earlier. you knew people would constantly mock him for his quirk, and his backstory. and usually he wouldn't care, after all why should he? but today was his breaking point.

"m'not useless though..." he mutters, hi thrusts getting sloppier, hands pushing your legs down even more. "isn't that right? nobody could ever fuck my girl as well as I can" he affirms, hands tilting your chin down, maintaining eye contact.

you nod, too lost in the pure bliss you were experiencing from the sensation of feeling his pelvis grind against your clit. not only that, but izuku was ramming into your g-spot in the right place too. making you sob for more.

"I asked you a question." he grunts, his thrusts getting harder and harsher as he slaps your thigh swiftly. making you yelp as you feel the sharp sting. "m- sorry! you- you fuck me so good zuku'" you cry out. you couldn't believe the erotic words leaving your lips right now. it was so embarrassing.

"yeah, dunno what they talking about. always talking shit. bet they none of them could even get you to the brink of an orgasm hm?" he grunts. at this point he was just mumbling to himself. too lost in his frustrated thoughts.

you could feel the edge of an orgasm overtake you. "f-f-fuck!! zuku! gonna cum-" you squeal. izuku groans, and sighs, an annoyed expression planted all over this face. "did I say you could? I wasn't done princess. hold it." he commands as he continues to fuck you into the mattress.

but you couldn't- not when he looked so hot all stressed and furious. the sweat beading off his forehead as he fucked you like a dirty whore. you twitch, body jolting up quickly. the overwhelming feeling of pleasure filling you up. your cum coats his cock quickly, making izuku whimper loudly.

"shit- didn't I tell you not to cum? dirty whore couldn't even listen to my directions. shouldn't have expected you to listen though, you selfish little brat." he scolds, harshly slapping your clit. leaving you sobbing loudly.

"guess I gotta show you how to be a good girl then."

[into-the-feniverse]

It’s Dabi’s birthday over here in the states now so have some doodles 🔥

[dinarosie]

Re-Reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: Snape’s Moment of Unyielding Bravery

The scene I want to highlight in The Goblet of Fire is one that carries so much weight, and each time I re-read it, the gravity of the moment only increases. Imagine the setting: the hospital wing. It’s packed with people—Cornelius Fudge, Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, Bill and Molly Weasley, Hermione, Ron, and Harry. All eyes are on Snape as he steps forward, pulls up his sleeve, and reveals the Dark Mark burned into his skin.

“There,” said Snape harshly. “There. The Dark Mark. It is not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord. It was a means of distinguishing one another, and his means of summoning us to him. When he touched the Mark of any Death Eater, we were to Disapparate, and Apparate, instantly, at his side. This Mark has been growing clearer all year. Karkaroff’s too.

Let that sink in. Snape isn’t just showing a Mark; he’s exposing the deepest, darkest secret of his life. He’s standing in front of his students, his colleagues, and—let’s not forget—Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic, and he’s admitting something most people would bury forever.

What makes this even more remarkable is that the choice to do this wasn’t something Dumbledore told him to make. This isn’t part of some grand plan discussed beforehand. Snape makes this decision on his own, in the moment, fully aware of how it will tarnish him in the eyes of others. Why?

Because Snape understands the stakes. Fudge’s denial of Voldemort’s return endangers the entire wizarding world. By exposing the Dark Mark on his arm, Snape hopes to convince Fudge to take Voldemort’s return seriously. His goal is clear: to push the Ministry into taking precautionary measures and preparing the wizarding community for the battle ahead.

And then there’s this haunting line:

“…We both knew he had returned. Karkaroff fears the Dark Lord’s vengeance. He betrayed too many of his fellow Death Eaters to be sure of a welcome back into the fold.”

What Snape doesn’t say, but what we understand, is that he knows he’s facing the exact same fate. When Snape goes back to Voldemort, he knows he’ll be met with pain, torture, and humiliation and even death. Where Karkaroff sees only a way out, Snape sees his duty—a stark contrast that underscores Snape’s resolve.

Here’s what makes this even more powerful: Snape is so determined to convince Fudge that he uses the suffering he knows awaits him as evidence. He stands there, knowing that returning to Voldemort will mean enduring unbearable torture, and he uses that as proof of Voldemort’s return. Snape essentially says, “I know what’s coming for me, and I’m still standing here to tell you the truth.”

Then we reach the next turning point in this scene:

“Severus,” said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, “you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready . . . if you are prepared . . .”

Look at Dumbledore’s approach here. He’s cautious, almost hesitant. This is a sharp contrast to Half-Blood Prince, where Dumbledore gives Snape direct orders about killing him. Here, Dumbledore knows exactly what he’s asking of Snape: to return to Voldemort, to put himself in unimaginable danger.

And Snape’s response?

“I am.”

That’s it. Two words. No hesitation, no complaint. J.K. Rowling describes him as pale, his cold, dark eyes glittering strangely. Dumbledore, too, is described as watching Snape leave with a trace of apprehension on his face. Both of them know that Snape might not come back. Both of them know he’s walking into the lion’s den. And yet, Snape doesn’t waver.

This moment is a masterclass in bravery, but it also completely dismantles the argument that Snape’s good deeds are purely motivated by guilt over Lily or his promise to Dumbledore.

This scene also shows us that the promise Snape made to Dumbledore after Lily’s death wasn’t just about protecting Harry. It was about choosing a side. Snape made the decision to fight against Voldemort, no matter the cost. From that moment on, he dedicated himself to sabotaging the Dark Lord’s plans, enduring unspeakable pain and danger in the process.

And let’s not overlook this: Snape doesn’t just fight when Harry is in danger. He fights Voldemort at every opportunity because he knows it’s the right thing to do. He does it not because of guilt or obligation, but because his own moral compass demands it.

This scene in The Goblet of Fire encapsulates everything that makes Snape such a complex, fascinating character. It’s raw, vulnerable, and incredibly brave. Snape isn’t perfect—far from it—but this moment proves that he is so much more than the sum of his flaws. He’s a man who chooses to stand and fight, even when it means sacrificing everything.

[fujoshirat]

Shouto Todoroki proposes with a fucking house (Be careful what you wish for ♡)

It was a Thursday night, chilly November air nipping at your nose as you walked out of the theater with your love. Shouto wanted to watch the new All Might movie, and who were you to say no to a date with your lovely boyfriend?

He seemed to enjoy it, the way his eyes lit up every time he saw his idol appear on screen. A boyish, childlike wonder present every time his eyes sparkled, he was so cute!!—wait a minute, that’s not the point!

The main point comes after this scene: after getting hot chocolate from a food stand with Shouto, you both sat down on a nearby bench. Sipping the much-needed warm drink, you let out a soft sigh.

“Isn’t hot chocolate so delicious, Shou?” Your boyfriend nods, small smile on his face as he watches your cheery expression. The cold brought a faint pink hue to his cheeks, making them rosy. He seemed contempt in the quiet moment, something you were used to with him.

But then, his gaze turned contemplative. Scooting a bit closer to you, he asked, “Can I ask you something?”

You look up at him curiously. “Sure, what’s up?”

His kissable lips pressed together firmly, like he was hesitant to say what was on his mind.

“How… do you feel about marriage?” The question caught you off-guard, and you nearly choked on your hot chocolate. “M-marriage?!?”

He nods shyly, though his expression was serious. “Yes, what do you think about it? I’ve been thinking, and… it’s something I want with you in the future—if you want that, too.” Your heart had melted at his honesty. You and Shouto have been dating for a while now, and sure, you didn’t mind marrying him, but you didn’t expect him to bring it up so casually.

Heart pounding in your chest, you turn your eyes from your drink and face him. Your breath hitches when you see his earnest expression. “Well, I wouldn’t mind marrying you, Shouto. And if we were to get married someday, I don’t want anything super fancy! I’m not into those huge diamond rings and over-the-top proposals, which all seem like a huge waste of money and a silly way to “show” that you love someone.” Shouto’s heterochromatic eyes widen at your statement, processing your words. “You wouldn’t want a ring?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no, I’d want a ring. Just nothing extravagant, you know? I’d rather have something permanent.” Your boyfriend tilts his head confusedly.

“Permanent? What’s more permanent that a ring?” ‘Good question,’ you thought. Before Shouto brought it up right now, you never really thought about the specifics of marriage. Thinking for a moment, you decide to tease the boy and grin mischievously.

“A house,” you say proudly, half joking-half serious. No way was anyone in their right mind going to propose to you with a house oh how wrong you were babe. “I mean, it’s not something that sits on your finger until you break it or you lose it or you get too fat from aging or childbirth. It’s a place where memories are made, and…” You gently cup his right cheek with your hand, soft smile on your face, “hopefully if we do get married, it will be good memories.”

Shouto stared at you for a few seconds, as if you had just revealed the meaning of life itself. The man had already told you about his rough childhood a few years back, and you had already met his family a while ago. You knew what he feared, and you knew how to comfort him and make everything okay. Nodding slowly, Shouto gently touched the hand that was caressing his cheek. “A house,” he murmured, almost to himself.

You didn’t think of it much then. After all, it was just a silly, offhand comment that would never actually happen…

...right?

You had laughed off your “wish” not even a few minutes after you said it, and continued chatting about the movie and basking in your boyfriend’s company.

But Shouto? Shouto took it to heart. And everyone knows that Pro Hero Shouto Todoroki never does a half-assed job.

That’s why, exactly one year later, on another chilly November night, he drove you into a quiet, fancy neighborhood that you definitely had no business being in.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. You both had just finished a pleasant, fancy dinner in the heart of the city and were driving back to your shared apartment. Perhaps Shouto was just taking a detour to tour the area. Perhaps Fuyumi-san was interested in moving out to a nice neighborhood with her boyfriend? As your mind drifted away in a daydreaming cloud, the black BMW M850i pulled up to the sidewalk and came to a stop. The warm hand caressing your thigh gently squeezed it, and Shouto put the car on park. “My love,” he spoke, voice smooth and low, “Would you like some fresh air?” You quirked a brow curiously but nodded and unbuckled. Your boyfriend came around and opened the door for you, holding your lower back gently as he guided you to the sidewalk.

Curiously, you looked around at the beautiful houses around you in wonder. They were a mix of traditional and modern. It almost reminded you of Shouto’s own household, though these ones were obviously new and had a better, modern architectural design to it.

Intertwining his fingers in his, he looks down at your figure and smiles softly. “This is a new neighborhood that I wanted to show you. It was recently completed in July.” His voice was calm, a soft smile on his face—with a hint of something that you couldn’t identify. Something… deeper.

You tilted your head and looked up at him curiously. “It’s beautiful, love, but, why are we here?”

And then,

Shouto got down on one knee—

a gasp,

and pulled out a small velvet box—

another gasp,

and opened it—

revealing a delicate diamond ring.

It was simple, elegant, and exactly what you had in mind one year ago.

But before you could say anything else, he pulled something else out of his pocket:

A small, silver key.

Your jaw drops, mouth hanging wide open, as small tears prick at your eyes. Shouto smiles softly at your expression, gaze never wavering. “I remembered what you said last year and-”

“Shouto. Himura. Todoroki. You didn’t!”

He chuckles, your knees feeling week as you stared at his amused yet sincere expression.

“I did.” Warm liquid falls down your cheek before you know it, yet all you can focus on is the man in front of you.

“I know that you said you wanted something permanent, and I want to give you something permanent too.” He glances at the house that you both were in front of, and then back at you. “It’ll be a place where we can build a life together, a place where you will always be safe, a home where you will always feel loved.” Your heart cracks even further at the sound of his voice, honest and genuine and vulnerable and raw.

“My love for you is permanent, Y/N, and if you’ll have me, I want to share this with you, forever.”

Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to find words. “Shouto, hic are you— sniffle this—this house—” “I wanted you to have both a ring and a house.” Your boyfriend says that with full conviction in his voice, honesty and sincerity evident.

“Will you, L/N, Y/N, marry me?”

You nod furiously and desperately wipe some of your tears,

“Yes! God, yes Shouto!” Your new fiancé wastes no time scrambling up to his feet and sliding the ring on your pretty ring finger. Gently, he pulls you into his arms and tenderly wipes some of your tears.

“You’re sniffle incredible,” you murmur in his chest. Shouto laughs, but he is cut off by the second half of your statement. “And incredibly terrible!” He blinks, confusedly. “What? Why?”

“Shouto!” You chastize him with a huff, using your sleeve to wipe away snot that’s probably gross (Shouto doesn’t think it’s that gross). “Why would you spend 60 million yen on me!?!” (approximately $400,000 in USD)

He blinks again, confused, as if you had said something silly. “I’m a pro hero,” he says cooly, shrugging as if that and the amount of money he spent was no big deal (it really isn’t a big deal to him). “I’ve been saving, and…” Gently, he holds the hand with the ring up to his lips and kisses your knuckles gently, making your knees buckle and your cheeks even rosier.

“You’re worth it, my love. This ring, the house, nothing can compare to how happy and loved you’ve made me.” Tears well up in your eyes once again, threatening to spill over as your heart clenches. “That’s so unfair,” you murmur, voice cracking. Shouto’s lips quirk up into a smug smile, almost like a smirk, showing his blatant amusement.

“What is, darling?”

“Being this perfect,” you mutter, tears streaming down your cheeks again. Shouto laughs and presses a tender kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, but you deserve everything, Y/N. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure that you know it.” His eyes widen when you let out a whiny sob, burying your face into his warm chest. His left hand gently rubs circles on your back as he chuckles. A cool autumn breeze blows by, ruffling your hair. Shouto sees you visibly shiver and strokes your head.

“You must be cold, would you like to go inside?”

He watches your puffy yet beautiful eyes sparkle, and Shouto can’t tell if it is from your tears or happiness. Yet, he understands that the answer is both when you interlace your hand with his and use your free hand to unlock the door to the brand new 60 million yen home with a brand new diamond ring on your finger in the brand new luxury neighborhood with your brand new fiancé and soon to be husband. ♡

[treef-greef]

No. 2 Pro Hero !

no. 2 pro.... hero... ?

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of MHA 2024 Day 13 - Night train

Hitoshi doesn't know what he's doing, which is kind of terrifying, because knowing his goals and ambitions has always been his thing. And now he's downright floundering because he simply cannot wrap his head around the fact that Bakugo Katsuki is lounging on his couch in nothing but sweatpants and a loose shirt.

Because they are together. Boyfriends, even. Mutual confessions on both sides, and Hitoshi simply cannot understand how he got here.

Sure, he damn well knows why he is here, because, hello, that's fucking Pro Hero Dynamight, one of the most promising young heroes out there and who is Hitoshi to say no to someone like that? Especially since Bakugo Katsuki is also nothing to scoff at, with his sharp wit and mean remarks and gruff way to care for people more than he likes to let on.

So Hitoshi damn well understands his own side of things, but Katsuki's? Not so much.

Hitoshi is not, by any means, attractive; the eyebags alone are a huge turn off and he's been told more than once that his eyes are creepy as fuck. Add to that his acidic personality, his numerous traumas from a shitty upbringing and being called a villain his whole life, his many and various insecurities, and his stupid quirk and he's not what anyone would call a catch.

And yet.

And yet Katsuki is right here with him, lounging on the couch like he belongs there, after cooking for Hitoshi on what could have only been a date and Hitoshi is so thoroughly lost.

"Why are you here?" Hitoshi blurts out and almost jerks when piercing red eyes slide over to him.

"What? You expect me to wine and dine you and then just ditch?" Katsuki raises an eyebrow at him as he asks this but Hitoshi shakes his head.

"No, not that, I understand what a date is, I just mean—why are you here? With me."

"Seriously?" Katsuki's voice takes on an incredulous note. "I thought I made that clear when I said I had fucking feelings for you or whatever."

It's almost funny how Katsuki is unable to say it again, if only Hitoshi's brain wasn't so stupid and would accept it for the reassurance it is clearly meant to be.

"And now you can't even say it again," he bitterly mutters out because what if this is already it, what if this one dinner date is enough to turn Katsuki away from him already?

Katsuki musters him for a long moment before he reaches out across the couch to take Hitoshi's hand in his.

"I'm in love with you. Why does that not want into your thick skull?"

"Don't know," Hitoshi mumbles, the words spinning around in his head and it should be reassuring—it kinda is—but still, he can't stop poking at the words as if they could fall apart like that and reveal their true meaning.

"Stop thinking so hard, you're hurting yourself," Katsuki snorts out and it's instinct, it's not something Hitoshi wants to do when his free hand immediately clutches his forearm.

"I'm not," he rushes out, too caught up in what he perceives as an accusation to understand that this is not at all what Katsuki had meant.

Silence settles around them, almost uncomfortably and Hitoshi startles when he realises what he just did.

"Fuck," he whispers out, completely horrified by himself and he wrenches his hand out of Katsuki's, to tug them both close to his chest as if he could undo the damage like that.

"Hitoshi," Katsuki almost warningly says and Hitoshi jerks his head.

"No, don't," he pleads with him, but of course that is not something that ever works with Katsuki.

"Hitoshi," he says again, much more steady this time and when he reaches out for Hitoshi who flinches back, he doesn't even stop.

He gets his hand around Hitoshi's forearm, where the thick of the scars are and then he just looks at Hitoshi.

"Are you good?" he asks, nothing more and nothing less and his hand is a warm, comforting weight around Hitoshi's arm.

"I am," Hitoshi forces out, because he is. "I haven't—not for years," he admits because it turns out when your living situation isn't shit and people actually give a fuck about you and your wishes and your future there is little reason for him to hurt himself.

"Okay," Katsuki simply says and then slides his hand down until he can tangle his fingers together with Hitoshi's. "Then get the fuck on the couch and watch this stupid movie with me."

It's Katsuki's own brand of asking for cuddles, Hitoshi realises with a start and for a moment it's hard to breathe.

He's so unbearably fond of this abrasive asshole that it almost chokes him.

"Whatever you want," he finally agrees and sits down next to Katsuki and allows himself to be manhandled until Katsuki is seemingly satisfied, with Hitoshi safely tucked into his side, Katsuki's arm around him and legs tangled together.

Hitoshi has to admit, he's pretty satisfied with that position himself.

~*~*~

Dating a very popular spotlight hero certainly has his downsides Hitoshi bitterly thinks as Katsuki puts his newest assignment down in front of him.

He was requested to collaborate with an agency, two prefectures away and of course Katsuki said yes. Hitoshi doesn't begrudge him that, because how could he ever, but he does hate the implications of it.

"So you're leaving," Hitoshi says, and forces all of his considerable training into not sounding bitter.

"Two weeks," Katsuki agrees, though his gaze sharpens. "The first week is mostly recon, so I might get a day off, but two weeks is the time-line for this."

"Okay."

Hitoshi doesn't know what else to say, because everything is so stupid and it's all his brain's fault. Of course Katsuki is going to say yes if a prestigious agency asks for him, that's not even a question, and in all honesty, Hitoshi wouldn't even want him to say no on Hitoshi's behalf.

That's just plain wrong, and Hitoshi is not that kind of partner but this is still—it's bad, in his mind, because what if the distance is enough to remind Katsuki that he actually hates Hitoshi? That Hitoshi is hot garbage and nothing more and that he doesn't want anything to do with him and especially not romantically?

"You're being stupid again," Katsuki sighs out and flicks Hitoshi's forehead.

"I know," Hitoshi sighs out, because he does know and mandatory therapy has helped him a lot with recognising the signs, even if he can't yet stop them.

"Here's what I don't understand," Katsuki starts and Hitoshi snorts, implying that there should be a lot of things Katsuki doesn't understand and Katsuki knows him well enough to glare at him. "Asshole," he hisses, but there's a smile playing around his mouth. "You go on undercover missions all the time, mostly lasting longer than these measly two weeks. Why do you never worry then?"

It's not logical, Hitoshi knows it isn't, and his explanation doesn't do anything to clear that up, he knows that as well but still, he has to try.

He finds that he wants to try a whole lot of things for Katsuki.

"It's different because I don't get to overthink things. I go in and I have to do my job; I have to concentrate on that. I don't have time to worry about if you'll still love me when I'm back because I'm way too busy not blowing my cover and getting killed. But when you go—"

"You have all the time in the world to worry your pretty little head off," Katsuki finishes for him and Hitoshi shrugs helplessly. "If it helps any, I'm way too busy during a mission to look around for someone else."

Katsuki doesn't say 'someone better' and it might not mean anything to Katsuki, but to Hitoshi it means the world.

"I know," he eventually says, "which is why this is so stupid. I should worry way more when I'm gone on a mission because it leaves you with time to spare, and I shouldn't have to worry about a thing right now, because you're busy and I'm not. But it's not logical and I hate it."

Katsuki snorts at that and says "You're so much like Aizawa sometimes. Maybe Todoroki was on to something with you being his biological son." Hitoshi has just enough time to roll his eyes at that before Katsuki goes on. "But I'm also glad to hear therapy is doing you some good. You wouldn't have known this was all stupid a few months ago, so I'm proud of you."

Hitoshi almost hates the way the praise makes him light up, but it's not something he can hide and he finds he doesn't want to when Katsuki's face goes all soft.

"Thank you. I'm trying," Hitoshi admits, and this too would have been hard a few months ago, but he did learn a thing or two in therapy and also thanks to this relationship.

"I know, and we're going to beat the stupid out of you eventually," Katsuki tells him with a wink and it makes Hitoshi laugh.

"You're certainly welcome to try."

~*~*~

Hitoshi hates the way his skin crawls, because he knows what it's the onset for and he couldn't care less for that shit, especially with Katsuki so far away right now.

Which is probably the reason for this to begin with, he thinks, and wonders if it's too late to call his therapist and schedule an appointment.

It is, he decides after a quick glance at the clock because it's nearing midnight now and his therapist would very much kick his ass if he called him right now instead of waiting until the morning like a normal person.

And besides, it's entirely and thoroughly stupid, because Katsuki is scheduled to come back tomorrow or the day after at the latest and Hitoshi really just needs to hold off on his stupid break-down until he can hold his boyfriend in his arms and make all the stupid thoughts stop.

Easier said than done, Hitoshi finds as he grabs for his phone and sends off an ill-advised message. It's stupid and irrational and will accomplish nothing because Katsuki is asleep by now and Hitoshi will feel thoroughly stupid once morning comes but it's too late now.

It's especially too late because not even a minute later Hitoshi's phone rings.

He almost jumps out of his skin, it's that unexpected and then he fumbles the phone twice. In the end he has to call Katsuki back.

"What was that about?" Katsuki demands to know when he picks up and Hitoshi lets out a long breath. "You're being—"

"Stupid again, yes I fucking know, will you stop it, goddamit," Hitoshi hisses out and a small part of himself knows that he's overreacting, that there's no reason for him to be this angry, that Katsuki did nothing wrong, but he can't stop himself. "I know I'm a needy little bitch, but you decided I was yours so you better fucking deal with it!"

There's a beat of silence on the other end before Katsuki very calmly says "Hitoshi."

It's not a reprimand, not the onset for a fight Hitoshi is illogically itching for and just hearing his name like that makes his eyes burn.

"We shouldn't talk," he gets out, his voice only barely shaking. "I don't know what's wrong and I'm not being fair to you and I'm sorry, but we shouldn't talk, not like this. I'm sorry I sent you that message. We'll see each other when you're back."

He doesn't wait for Katsuki's answer and simply hangs up on him, clutching the phone to his chest. Hitoshi is equal parts relieved and furious when Katsuki doesn't call him back and he wonders if maybe it's time to talk to his therapist about new meds again.

Because this can't keep happening. Hitoshi hates it when he gets like this, and even though he can realise it for the irrational thoughts they are, he's still no closer to constructively dealing with them in a way that doesn't have him screaming at Katsuki over the phone well after midnight and shouldn't he have gotten better already?

"Fuck," he spits out and then resigns himself to a night of fretting because he sure as hell is not going to get any sleep tonight.

Hitoshi spends his time on the couch, staring off into nothing and reprimanding himself for being like this, working himself up into a new spiral of self-hate but he gets interrupted when he hears the front door.

He blinks sluggishly at the clock and sees that it's close to four in the morning now, which can't be right, because if that is Katsuki at the front door then it must already be well into the day. A look outside the window shows that it's still dark out, though, so maybe the clock is right.

"Hitoshi?" Katsuki calls out and Hitoshi turns his head to watch Katsuki walk into the living-room.

"You're here," he gets out, voice raspy, and Katsuki sighs as he pushes his hand affectionately through Hitoshi's hair.

"I am."

Hitoshi blinks and finally comes back to himself a little.

"You took the night train?" Katsuki nods. "You hate taking the night train!"

If there's one thing Katsuki loves more than exploding bad guys then it's his sleep and he would never voluntarily take the night train, not if he can help it.

"I hate seeing you like this more," Katsuki tells him and leans down to replace his hand with his lips.

That simple statement is enough to make guilt course through Hitoshi again and he pulls away from Katsuki.

"I'm sorry. For being such a mess," he whispers out because some days he really doesn't understand why Katsuki even puts up with him.

"Toshi," Katsuki sighs out and comes around the couch to flop down right next to Hitoshi. "You're not a mess." He rolls his eyes when Hitoshi gives him an incredulous look. "Well, not always. You're allowed to miss me, you know, and you're allowed to be upset when it takes me too long to come home. That's just normal. Not everything is because of your fucked up mental health."

Hitoshi likes that Katsuki doesn't shy away from calling it how it is, it's somehow reassuring, but still.

"But it makes everything worse. I shouldn't be this needy, you've only been gone for two weeks and we did talk during that time. I should be fine."

"Maybe," Katsuki hedges. "But maybe not."

"You're always fine when I am away," Hitoshi petulantly says as if measuring himself up against Katsuki could ever do him any good.

"Did you never notice that my property damage skyrockets when you're on a mission for longer than three weeks?" Katsuki asks and Hitoshi can do nothing but stare at him. "It's because I miss you too, upsettingly much sometimes. That's just how it is."

"That's not true."

"It is. You can call my agency. At this point they are working together with yours; my agency gets a copy of your schedule every time, so they know when to take me off the more conflict-filled routes. When you're on a mission for longer than three weeks, I only get to patrol the outskirts of town, where nothing much happens, because my agency is goddamn fucking tired of me leaving a mess behind."

"I—didn't know that," Hitoshi mutters, completely taken off guard by that admission and it might be fucked up, but it makes something warm light up in his chest. "You miss me."

"I do." Katsuki says as if it's easy to admit something like that and Hitoshi slumps against him. "I missed you now, too."

"I missed you, too," Hitoshi gives back and snuggles in, content where he is, even if his brain can't quite shut up, even now.

"You're still thinking your self-deprecating thoughts," Katsuki sighs out because he clearly knows him much too well by now and Hitoshi shrugs, because what is there to say?

"Just wondering how I bagged someone like you. I'm a hot mess and you have your life together. It doesn't make sense."

"You have your life together, too, Hitoshi. Fuck, just look around would you? We share an apartment, we're co-parenting two cats. You have a skill-set that his highly sought after and you complete your missions without fault. And yeah, you might be all fucked up in the head but you're doing something about that, too. That doesn't sound like someone who doesn't have their life together to me."

"And I get to bang you," Hitoshi says, all choked up, because joking around is easier than acknowledging what Katsuki just said.

"Yeah, that, too. And I'm high maintenance. You think someone who doesn't have their life together could coordinate well enough with me to keep me entertained? I think not," Katsuki decisively says and tilts Hitoshi's face so he can kiss him. "You don't trust yourself, do you? That you're enough for me?"

Hitoshi presses his lips together, to bite back on the immediate response, because of course he doesn't, but it feels as if he's about to run into a trap and the sharp grin he gets as a response just drives that point home even more.

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life," Hitoshi immediately says and it still feels too little, because he also trust Katsuki with his heart and their cats and his family and basically everything that ever meant anything to Hitoshi.

"Then trust that I wouldn't date someone who is any of the disparaging things you think about yourself."

It's stupid, it should be stupid, but it's reassuring to Hitoshi in a way nothing else has ever been. Yeah, Katsuki is high maintenance and his expectations of people are even higher and if he thinks putting up with Hitoshi is worth it, then maybe he's right.

"I should pay you to be my therapist," Hitoshi mumbles, all choked up as he nuzzles his face into Katsuki's neck.

"Nah, I'll do it for free," he jokes and scratches at Hitoshi's nape. "You good?"

"I love you," Hitoshi says in response because it's so important to him that Katsuki knows that and Hitoshi is well aware that he doesn't say it nearly often enough.

"I love you, too," Katsuki gives back, softening under Hitoshi's hands and Hitoshi wraps himself up in those words.

Because if Katsuki says them, then he must have decided they are true, and who is Hitoshi to tell him he's wrong?

It's not a true fix-it, and Hitoshi will still have to see his therapist to talk things over with him, but for now he can melt into Katsuki's side and believe. And that is more than enough.

[arson-09]

Tamlin is actually such an underrated character in acotar. Because of feyres very biased narrative she forces readers to ignore the complexity of his character and man. its sad

Tamlin is a character who is genuinely GOOD at his core. He changed so much of the spring court for good, eliminating slavery within the spring lands and mortals having more protection. Hes a morally good character that made a few mistakes and is boiled down to just those mistakes. Locking feyre in the house and the magical/emotional blow up, which are both pretty decent fuck ups (i dont think siding with hybern fully counts as he was a double agent all along and tamlin was decently justified in thinking feyre was being kept against her will. lets be fr here) and even after he’s extremely fucked over by the nightcourt, his lands and court burned to shit, he still saves rhysand. Saves rhysand and tells feyre to be happy, even when he has every reason to NOT do that!

Hes a character that clearly holds himself to a higher standard. throughout acotar he puts lucien and feyres safety above his own, even sending feyre away when she was the only one who could save him. Even though what he did to her wasnt great its not completely irredeemable, rhysand did much worse things to feyre and other people but hes living his best life while Tamlin seems to find himself unworthy of being a person (acosf wheres hes been in beast form for roughly over two years) hes a perfectionist who now doesnt even think he deserves anyone because he accidentally hurt the people he loves most.

Sjm accidentally created a beautifully rich and morally righteous character who is so extremely fucked by the narrative. Which doesnt even work half the time as sjm cant seemingly commit to making him a full villain (seemingly by accident again she gave him quite a reasonable explanation to everything he did ‘wrong’ but still chooses to make him a punching bag)

If Tamlin was genuinely a morally evil character he wouldnt have NEARLY the amount of fans as he does. Hes a character that requires the minimum amount of media literacy and comprehension to understand and i LOVE him.

[galacticgoldfishart]

little Orphie ani

[stormyvoltzzz]

This man deserved to smile more like this. I will NOT stand for any Aizawa slander in this house!

[massiveladycat]

i honestly dont gaf about the mha ships if they're healthy (i actually won't interact with the fandom that much), but leave ochaco tf out of it if you want to ship deku with someone else. like you shouldnt have to demonize another character to get the ship you want

like holy shit the amount of things I've seen "headcanon: ochaco is jealous so she's a bitch" "headcanon: ochaco doesn't actually care about deku, she cheats on him" "headcanon: ochaco is using deku for money"

QUIT DEMONIZING HER WTF DID SHE DO 😭😭😭 god forbid a fmc is kind and sweet all the while being surrounded by cruel things happening every season. god forbid a fmc have a healthy relationship with the mmc. god forbid a fmc get character development. the audacity people have to make uraraka a bitch even though she is probably the most sweetest girl in mha is beyond me, making me do backflips over here, 360s

[doumadono]

I'm excited to share this incredible artwork created for me by the super kind and talented @explosion-island ♡ It features Bakugo alongside my two MHA OCs - Ayame (his wife) and Mikka (their teenage daughter). I love how Bakugo is dressed formally but with a slight messy touch - his tie not perfectly tied, combat boots instead of patent leather shoes, and his tuxedo slightly rumpled. It perfectly captures his personality - he's just being himself. In my little AU, he's already the number two pro hero, and his daughter attends U.A., aspiring to be a hero like her dad ♡

I want to express my gratitude once again to the artist for creating this beautiful drawing for my birthday. It was truly one of the sweetest gifts I've ever received!

[gemgdynamight0]

Post-canon hc

So this guy is supposed to symbolize a little happier version of old Katsuki (you can never be the greatness Bakugo Katsuki was pls sit down), imagine if he ends up at ua in aizawa or deku's class and they see the similar behavior. So they tell Katsuki about him and pro hero gemg dynamight accepts him as an intern in his agency (for his work study) to reform his view of heroism or sth like that

Like how he did with those kids here:

The idea of dynamight senpai helping kids to not repeat his mistakes is so dear to me🤧