#conversation about a new chapter bakugou isn’t even in:

[voidlessmaze]

i have never seen people be so obsessed with their hate for a fictional character until bakugou came along. bro maybe if you can’t stop thinking about him, can’t stop talking about him, can’t stop bringing him up every chance you get even in conversations that have nothing to do with him,,,,maybe you’re idk a little bit in love with him oops- he’s not real guys <3 it’s okay, you’ll get over him eventually <3 come here *hugs you* time will heal all wounds <3

[makeste]

Plus One For All

so guys. can we talk about how there’s somebody chilling out inside of Katsuki’s mind who’s not supposed to be there.

hello there Mister All Might Vestige sir. you should not exist, just FYI. you’re not some Nighteye-type plot hallucination. because if you were, you would not be appearing here as Cloud Might, a version of yourself whom Katsuki has never met and has no frame of reference for. ergo he did not imagine you. ergo you are, in fact, real.

which means Katsuki has One For All.

because that’s the only way he could have a Vestige -- which is indisputably what this is -- inside of him. he has OFA. so. where did he get it. how does he have it. and why is it only making its presence known now.

let’s discuss.

okay so I’m going to try and lay this all out as clearly as possible while also attempting to be as succinct as I can. but knowing me, I’m probably going to wind up sacrificing the latter in pursuit of the former. I’ll do my best though. here goes.

1. Heroes Rising is canon.

which is a fact we’ve recently been reminded of not once, but twice -- first with the appearance of Katsuma and Mahoro in chapter 405, and then in chapter 406 with the “Bakugou no Kacchan” callback. the timing of this almost certainly isn’t coincidental. Horikoshi wants this to be fresh in our minds.

mind you, it is extremely unusual for movies, even technically!canon ones, to actually be relevant to the plot. but BnHA may be one of the few exceptions. we’ve already seen movie 1 impact the series both with Star & Stripe’s backstory, and with Deku’s new gauntlets. so there’s precedent, and it’s something I am paying very close attention to.

2. Deku giving OFA to Bakugou is canon.

just in case anyone here hasn’t yet seen or been spoiled for Heroes Rising, that is in fact what happens in that film! so yeah, that certainly seems like an extremely relevant detail right about now.

3. we never found out why and how Deku got OFA back at the end of the movie.

okay so I was looking for a clip to link before we discuss this next part, but I unfortunately couldn’t find one that hadn’t been edited to avoid copyright issues, so you’ll just have to make do with this.

skip ahead to about 7:10 for the relevant part. for the purposes of this theory, we’re just going to ignore everything All Might says here, because tbh he has no fucking clue what’s actually going on and is just guessing wildly lol. however, I do want you to take note of one thing which will be important later. and that’s the fact that, when OFA “returns” to Deku’s body, it’s only his body which starts glowing, and notably not Kacchan’s. the latter just keeps lying there unglowingly. nothing to indicate any kind of transfer is actually happening between him and Deku, in other words.

moving on.

4. OFA and AFO are probably the same quirk.

as summarized here and here. which is relevant because if they are the same quirk, or close to it, then OFA can most likely do anything AFO can do. so file that away for later.

5. AFO was able to split his quirk and give it to Tomura while still keeping a piece of it for himself.

what’s more, he was able to do the same with Garaki/Ujiko’s quirk, and presumably other quirks as well. while it’s possible that this quirk duplication has nothing to do with AFO and is simply something Garaki was able to figure out using ~*~Science~*~, I think it’s more likely that the two of them used AFO’s quirk in some way to accomplish this feat. particularly since Tomura not only received AFO, but a bunch of its stored up quirkdata as well, such as the information stored in Ragdoll’s stolen Search quirk.

6. OFA responds to Deku’s feelings and desires.

or at least this is the case according to Banjou in chapter 213. recall this interesting conversation on how Deku first activated Blackwhip.

he was thinking that he wanted to capture Monoma, and so OFA obediently activated his “capture Monoma” quirk. despite him being unaware he even had said quirk. it responded to his need, even though he wasn’t consciously trying to activate anything.

now then, let’s revisit that scene in Heroes Rising one more time.

7. during the climax of Heroes Rising, Deku was NOT thinking, “I need to give OFA to Kacchan.”

here’s the scene one more time for reference. this time you’re gonna want to skip to about 3:57.

here’s where we are going to get extremely technical, because this scene right here is the key to everything. Deku’s lines in this scene are, and I quote: “a way we can protect [everyone]... there’s just one way...!” but he very notably does not specify exactly what that “one way” is.

until we get to this scene a minute or so later, which spells it out for us very clearly.

two One For Alls. as in, “with two One For Alls, we could win this battle and save everyone.”

that’s what he was thinking at the moment of the “transfer.” NOT, “give OFA to Kacchan.” but, “we need two One For Alls.”

which, I think, may have made all the difference.

8. OFA created a copy of itself to share with Kacchan, so that both of them could have OFA and use the two OFAs to defeat Nine.

let’s recap. OFA is AFO. AFO can clone itself. so it stands to reason that OFA can presumably clone itself as well. and that’s exactly what Deku wanted to do. make a second One For All.

he didn’t know that he could do that. but as previously established in the Blackwhip incident, OFA is more than capable of making its own executive decisions in key moments just like this in order to help him out.

which would mean that what we saw at the end of Heroes Rising was not OFA being transferred from Bakugou back over to Deku. it was actually just Deku’s OFA briefly self-activating (possibly in response to his delirious apology to All Might -- kind of a “no worries bro, you’ve still got your quirk actually, so go back to sleep and stop stressing over it” type of thing). and Kacchan’s OFA doing... absolutely nothing. it didn’t actually transfer back into Deku. it didn’t actually go anywhere.

let me repeat that: it didn’t actually go anywhere.

in other words, Kacchan still has OFA. and has had it ever since Heroes Rising. he just didn’t realize it. and neither did anybody else.

9. Kacchan’s OFA went dormant once Nine was defeated.

okay, so. remember all of this exposition from chapter 304?

basically, if someone who already has a quirk receives OFA, using it will slowly destroy their body until it kills them. the Vestiges learned this from All Might while he was researching the past generations of OFA in chapter 241, incidentally. Heroes Rising takes place right around this same time (immediately following MVA if I recall). so by the time the film’s climax rolled around, the Vestiges would have known that giving OFA to Kacchan could have devastating consequences down the line if they did not take action immediately after the fight.

so they did.

once Nine was defeated, the Vestiges shut the whole thing down. the crisis was averted, and they no longer had need of a second OFA. they have this boy who is way too similar to Deku in terms of his willingness to put himself in harm’s way in order to achieve his goals. and they absolutely do not want any harm befalling this boy. more on that momentarily.

so they go dark. and they even seal his memory so that he’s no longer aware of even having the quirk. they are essentially in sleep mode. and if circumstances hadn’t eventually become desperate enough to force their hand, they might have remained inactive for the rest of Katsuki’s life.

now, you might be wondering to yourself, “why is OFA willing to go to such unusual lengths in order to protect Katsuki?” and well, the answer to that is pretty simple.

10. Kacchan does not have the same version of OFA as Deku.

Deku is ninth gen. Katsuki, however, is tenth gen. which means that his version of OFA has one additional Vestige. a Vestige whose presence immediately explains why OFA is so goddamn determined to protect him at all costs.

:’)

long story short, while Deku’s version of OFA has proven itself all too willing to enable him in his increasingly suicidal mission, Katsuki’s version of OFA is very much a different story, on account of it being under the management of what I’m guessing is the most willful Vestige ever to exist. and said management being just the slightest bit unhinged when it comes to Katsuki’s safety in particular. seriously, you can’t tell me this is not exactly how a Deku!Vestige would behave. “oh hell no. no OFA for you!! and no memories either, because you can’t be trusted, goddammit. we never should have done this. what the hell were we thinking. if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

so yeah. dormant.

right up until they literally couldn’t afford to be anymore.

11. OFA can self-activate in moments of crisis to protect its user.

Sports Festival. chapter 33. Deku vs. Shinsou.

aw yeah. it’s all coming together.

12. OFA reactivated itself in order to save Katsuki’s life.

I would now like to briefly draw your attention to this scene from chapter 405, in which Edgeshot explains how Katsuki was finally saved. please note my man is very clear that he did not restart Katsuki’s heart himself. he was basically just performing quirk CPR up until Katsuki’s own quirk returned him to life apropros of nothing.

“what brought you back... was the power you’ve honed.”

except... that should have been impossible. because Katsuki was dead. meaning he should not have been able to activate his quirk on his own, on account of the whole “being dead” thing.

however, if he by chance had a quirk with just enough of a mind of its own to activate in critical situations in order to help its user. situations like being forced under mind control. or, perhaps, being stabbed through the heart. well then. that would certainly go a long way towards explaining all of this.

and oh hey, when exactly was it that we saw this guy, again?

oh? it happened at the exact moment when his heart was stabbed through? you don’t say. well that certainly is interesting.

in summary:

Deku cloned his quirk in Heroes Rising and gave Kacchan a copy of OFA. owing to the hyperprotective Deku!Vestige inside Kacchan’s copy of OFA, it shut itself down once Nine was defeated, and all of Katsuki’s memories of having OFA were deliberately wiped, or sealed away. OFA itself remained inactive until TomurAFO stabbed Katsuki through the heart, at which point OFA was forced to reactivate itself to save his life. which it did, by forcibly restarting his heart.

that’s it. no idea how close to the money any of this is, but I think it would explain most of the lingering mysteries and questions about what exactly is going on with Katsuki. and I’ll throw in one last observation as well -- Katsuki has a nine in his name (BaKUgou), but not a ten. which I know sort of contradicts what I was saying earlier about him being the tenth gen, lol. but he both is and isn’t. if Deku split his quirk, Kacchan would in theory receive everything that’s currently in Deku’s quirk right now, and that includes Deku’s own power that he’s been adding to the mix. so he’d still have the Deku!Vestige. but he’s also still ninth gen, because he and Deku are sharing that distinction now. or at least I think the argument could be made at any rate.

so yeah. I’ve been obsessing over all of this for the past few days lol. what do you guys think?

[dekusleftsock]

Y’all reading the newest chapter scans is like whiplash

I forgot how unhinged he can be, and tbh how much more unhinged he’s currently being.

Anyway Izuku is my favorite character so, sorry y’all, I know everyone is excited about Katsuki

However. Everyone else can talk about Katsuki. I live on my scraps.

Love how Shigaraki tries to get a dig at Izuku about Katsuki like how Monoma did when he unlocked blackwhip, so his immediate reaction is diverge diverge diverge.

Talk about repressed but this is a whole new level.

And his eye bags, they just make him look so exhausted.

I said this before but the chapter after Katsuki woke up Izuku looked relieved to me yes, but also… very scared. Very afraid of Katsuki’s well being.

Especially since, if we compare what Katsuki is doing now (using the pain as an extension of his quirk), you could EASILY COMPARE to when Izuku unlocked danger sense with shigaraki. How concerned and afraid Katsuki was in those chapters.

The thing is though, Katsuki was honest. He was honest that Izuku shouldn’t be doing this on his own, he’s being honest now—“I’m Kacchan of the Bakugou’s!”

He knows how he’s feeling and he’s letting himself feel it.

Somehow, Izuku still isn’t.

Hell, when afo ignores Katsuki, what he does is laugh about how much pain he’s in, but that it’s the key.

Let’s compare how Katsuki is using pain to how Izuku is using pain with danger sense. Let us not forget, danger sense is a physically taxing quirk, much like the rest of ofa. It causes a migraine when in any immediate danger.

Idk about y’all, but I get migraines so bad sometimes I vomit from the buildup of pressure. I can’t focus on anything. I just cant really imagine Izuku using danger sense that well in a fight… yet he does.

And, what exactly is danger sense for? To get out of danger? Maybe to avoid the danger? Ofa is an extension of Izuku’s inner turmoil, every single quirk exhibits this, and it would make so. Much. Sense. For danger sense to mimic his avoidance of emotions and vulnerability.

Katsuki’s quirk as it is now uses pain in a very odd way to me—he doesn’t try to use it to exit himself from the danger or pain, but actively searches for it. The pain is the key.

Danger sense is also a relatively self serving quirk, only really useable for himself. And for him to reference danger sense of all his quirks rn, it would make sense since…

Izuku has been self serving and avoidant since before even this fight. Hell, before even the war arc. Maybe this has gone on his entire life.

I want to hit him so bad for this y’all don’t GET IT.

And, just so we all know, he did this in 348 too. When confronted with emotional conversations, his first thought will always be “but how’s the fastest way I can win this fight?”

MY PROOF YALL IM SO DONE WITH THIS DUDE

“You see I have never once thought about hurting the people I care about like that!” Okay maybe be less boring

HM I WONDER WHY

THATS SO CRAZY DEKU

YOU TELL ME

WHY IS THE GIRL WHO YOU REJECTED AND THEN SAID THAT HER WAY OF LOVING IS SOMETHING YOU COULD NEVER DO TO OTHER PEOPLE (ALSO IMPLYING JUDGEMENT IN THIS STATEMENT), SAD RIGHT NOW?

LETS USE SOME COMMON SENSE PLEASE

I’m hyped for when Izuku is forced to be honest y’all don’t understand. It’s gonna be an angst fest and it’s gonna be romantic and I literally can’t see it not heading down the “explicitly canonical” path.

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

Now that 430 is suggesting 25yo Izuku has been the one narrating most of the story, could it be that 25yo Katsuki is the narrator of the "kuso nado" line after all? I bring this up b/c in you said previously the use of "kare" ruled Katsuki out—but could it be that 25yo K does use "kare" now for I? Especially say in a more formal "interview like" setting where he's recounting this story? (If nothing else, perhaps we can use this as a chance to talk about what language 25yo K might use for I.)

WILL THIS IDEA EVER DIE???

Let's do this point-by-point.

1. We have always known some future version of Izuku was narrating. This isn’t new information, it just narrowed down his age, which changes nothing.

2. Katsuki is seen screaming rude language at the press in the final chapter. In what universe is this a man who would change his behavior in an “interview-like setting”?

3. The anime gave us a narrator and it was a perfectly reasonable one. Present Mic is our exposition guy in the anime, and likewise he is the narrator and emcee of the stage musicals. Nobody was mad when he was reciting explanations of people’s Quirks.

4. If you read my posts on this topic, you’d know everything about that narration’s language rules Katsuki out, not just “kare.”

Katsuki has never used formal language towards Izuku or about Izuku, and he never will. This isn’t up for debate. Katsuki does not shift away from informal third-person addresses for Izuku regardless of who he is talking to or what circumstances he is in, and that is completely normal. For him to do so would suggest they have lost their close bond and become completely distant and detached from each other. Everyone was reasonably incensed over the (unfounded) assumption that Katsuki and Izuku drifted apart during the eight year time skip, but now you’re saying you want that?

Izuku and Katsuki already use the most familiar language with each other. Katsuki switching from temee to omae for Izuku is the only change of note, and notice my point about this being a return to how Katsuki referred to Izuku when they were kids, before their relationship fell apart. They are the closest they can be. Even if they were dating, it wouldn't change how they talk.

Do you know how I know that? It is partly based on my own observations of real people, but also, it's because that's how shipping doujinshi portray them.

From confessions and living together as a couple to scenes of them getting married, Katsuki and Izuku retain their canon-typical communication dynamics in Japanese fanworks.

I have never once seen Katsuki use polite Japanese in doujinshi. Fanworks are completely self-indulgent, so they include all kinds of wild, out-of-character behavior that just scratches an itch for the creator and their audience. The utter absence of this for Katsuki tells me not only that it reads as out-of-character, but also that it offers no satisfying emotional benefit in exchange. In Japanese, there's nothing romantic about the idea of Katsuki using formal language for Izuku.

Conversely, I can't tell you the number of times I've seen Katsuki whip out a sudden omae at the height of an emotional moment, driving home the tenderness he feels towards Izuku. Or the times during an established relationship story when Katsuki just casually defaults to omae for Izuku unless he's scolding him and uses temee. This is what reads as romantic, this is what comes across as believable and normal for them.

The narrator is not Katsuki and cannot be Katsuki. Nothing would be gained if it were Katsuki.

Just be charmed that an omniscient narrator went out of their way to say, “damn, that Bakugou kid was right about him” and laugh at the funny fucking joke, buddy.

[wwwduh]

one more time, one more chance ; krbk (orange au)

summary: Bakugou Katsuki, a man who used to live with no regrets, regrets nothing but Kirishima. There's nothing--nothing--he wouldn't do to save Kirishima now that he knows what he knows. But Kirishima is gone, and there's nothing he can do about it. In an attempt to find peace and put Kirishima to rest, Katsuki writes his old self letters detailing how to avoid Kirishima's death. Somewhere ten years in the past, highschooler Bakugou Katsuki recieves a letter from himself. Obviously, he writes it off as some stupid prank. But what happens when a new red haired students transfers to his class and the letters start coming true? (Heavily based off of the manga/anime Orange by Ichigo Takano)

Link for fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58378096/chapters/148688599 Sneak peak below!

Katsuki didn’t believe in all of that supernatural bullshit, but looking back on it, receiving a letter from his future self was pretty fucking damning. 

Frowning down at the familiar handwriting adorning the papers, he chewed on the inside of his cheek, bike leaning against his hip as he steadied it with his free hand.

He flipped the papers to the back, finding nothing but more writing. Flipped them forwards again. Frowned some more. Goddammit, this was admittedly a really fucking good forgery. It looked exactly like Katsuki’s handwriting, down to the thickness of the strokes and the harsh press of the pen against the parchment. Even as he skimmed the slanted kanji, he couldn’t find any irregularities.

It was weird as hell that somebody was trying to fuck with Katsuki by writing him a letter from himself (as if he was stupid enough to believe that shit), but he eventually narrowed his eyes at the papers further before shoving them into his school bag and hopping back onto his bike.

He’d deal with that shit later.

The rest of the ride to his school was short, and the walk to class was even shorter since there was only a small smattering of students in the hallways. He always got to school early so he could nap before homeroom started. It was an attempt—read: attempt—to avoid any conversation with his idiot classmates, but of course that rarely fucking deterred them.

Today was no different, and he groaned loudly as Ashido and Kaminari’s voices bounced back and forth next to him, speculating about the school festival coming up next month. Honestly, Katsuki never really got the appeal behind the festivals. Being surrounded by a bunch of sweaty losers, eating mediocre carnival food and looking at other classes’ shitty exhibits? 

Yeah, no thanks.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled at them, not bothering to look away from the open math book on his desk. He lazily craned his neck a bit, stretching, before he continued. “It’s eight in the fucking morning, how the hell do you already have something to yap about?”

“Rude!” Ashido huffed, leaning down until she was in front of Katsuki’s desk. Pink swarmed his vision and he brought his hand up in irritation, smacking it against her forehead and pushing her away. “Hey! You’re messing up my makeup, Bakugou!”

Katsuki snorted in amusement, using his index finger to jab at her forehead one last time before pulling away, “Makeup isn’t allowed, dipshit. ‘S your fault for wearing it in the first place.”

“C’mon, dude, you’re no fun,” whined Kaminari as he sat on the empty desk adjacent to Katsuki’s. He was sipping away at an apple juice box, swinging his uwabaki clad feet back and forth. What a fucking child.

“And hypocritical!” added Ashido, her curly pink hair falling into her face as she shook her head at him. “You’re not wearing a tie! That’s not allowed.”

“Pretty sure cursing isn’t either,” mused Sero Hanta as he slid into the classroom, tall enough that he was easily spotted above the crowded classroom. He leaned against the wall next to Katsuki’s desk, grinning as he spotted Kaminari and the drink he held in his hand. “Dude, do you have any more of those? I’m thirsty.”

“Nah, sorry man, it was the last one in the vending machine,” Kaminari apologized, holding out the almost-empty juice box. “Want the rest of mine? It’s a little warm, though…”

Katsuki wrinkled his nose in disgust as Sero happily accepted the offer, finishing the juice off with an obnoxiously loud slurp before he crushed it in his hand. Those three were so fucking strange. There was no way in hell he’d ever eat or drink something after them, lest he get some sort of infection or disease from them.

“Hey, why didn’t you offer any of it to me?” Ashido complained, bottom lip pushed out in an obviously overdramatized pout. 

“Because! That’d be weird, dude!” Kaminari spluttered, cheeks going red as he planted his feet on the ground, leaning forwards as his hands gripped the edge of the desk underneath him. “You’re a girl!”

Ashido reached forwards to smack the back of his head with her hand, “Don’t be sexist!”

“I’m not!” The blond explained, looking hurt as he rubbed at his head. “I’m just saying, that’s, like, objectively weirder than Sero drinking after me. Right, Sero? Bakubro?”

Katsuki’s eye twitched as he listened to Ashido and Kaminari. His self-proclaimed friends were starting to give him a headache with their bickering, and if they didn’t stop talking soon, he’d get himself stuck in detention. Relief washed through him as he spotted their teacher walking down the hallway. It was time for class, which meant these fuckers would be forced to leave him alone. 

“Fucking finally,” he grumbled.

His classmates (including his friends, thank fuck) scrambled to get into their seats as Aizawa-sensei walked through the door, carrying a manila folder under his arm and looking slightly more grumpy than usual. The dark purple bags under his eyes were prominent and his frown was etched so deeply into his mouth that Katsuki wondered if it was permanent. Katsuki didn’t think he’d blame Aizawa if it was.

Aizawa stood at the front of the room and glared at the class until their chatter faded. Clearing his throat, his raspy voice broke the silence, “Class 3-A, settle down. I have an announcement to make before I start today’s lesson.”

At this, the class visibly perked up, and Katsuki didn’t have to be able to read minds to know that a majority of the losers were hoping for a free day. Meanwhile, Katsuki didn’t really give a shit about what they did during the day, as long as it went by quickly.

“I’d like to preface this by saying that today is not any different from any other day, nor will it be treated as such,” he droned. He sounded incredibly bored, and Katsuki found himself agreeing with the sentiment, even as the class collectively groaned in disappointment. 

“That being said, we have a new student joining us today.” There’s a long, unamused pause he’s forced to take as everybody (bar Katsuki, obviously) gasped in excitement. Aizawa’s eyes narrowed in frustration as he raised his voice to be heard over the murmuring. “He’s transferring here all the way from Chiba, so he’s probably feeling very overwhelmed, therefore we will at least TRY to be calm until he’s settled in. Understood?”

There are scattered but enthusiastic affirmatives from the students, loud and disruptive.

Aizawa sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in distress as he seemed to fight an inner battle with himself. After a few seconds he resigned himself to his fate and headed back to the door, opening it up and beckoning somebody in.

There’s an awkward scuffling of shoes against the floor as somebody ducked inside, and Katsuki’s first thought was red.

Red eyes, red hair, and red shoes. Even a fucking red omamori knot keychain hung off of the side of his backpack. The boy was covered in it—a garish, tacky vermillion. It’s almost offensive how goddamn saturated it was. The only parts of his body that were spared from the crimson onslaught were his tan, sun-worn skin and their school’s white-and-brown uniform he was donning.

“Hello!” the boy said, and for such a pretty face, his voice was surprisingly rough. Deep, and without the typical squeakiness of a teenage boy’s vocal cords. He smiled out at the class, who were all practically vibrating in their seats at the new kid, eager to meet him and introduce themselves. 

Katsuki caught a flash of white, strangely sharp teeth as the redhead grinned. Hm. 

The boy stood there anxiously, hands gripping the straps of the black backpack on his shoulders as the class studied him. His gaze flitted over to Katsuki’s a few times and Katsuki shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the attention. Did this fucker want something from him?

Aizawa coughed, clearly waiting for the boy to introduce himself, but he never did. Taking matters into his own hands, he lifted his hand to half-heartedly gesture to the new student, “Kirishima Eijirou, this is Class 3-A. Class 3-A, Kirishima. Welcome to our class. If you have any questions with the coursework, feel free to ask Iida or Yaoyorozu for help.”

Yaoyorozu offered a small wave, but Iida rose from his seat to stand and bow his head to Kirishima in introduction. “Iida Tenya, class president! I’d be happy to offer any assistance needed! Welcome to Class 3-A, Kirishima!”

Katsuki snorted at the obnoxious display, and once again, Kirishima caught his gaze.

Kirishima’s eyes widened before he turned to Iida and bowed back, a little deeper than appropriate. When he brought himself back up his face was flushed in embarrassment. “It’s nice to meet all of you!”

Kirishima? Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed in irritation as he stared at the newbie, the rest of the conversation falling deaf to his ears. Why did that name sound familiar?

Tapping his foot against the ground, Katsuki wracked his mind for an answer. He definitely didn’t know any other Kirishimas, so it couldn’t be that, and he only vaguely remembered a mountain somewhere else in Japan with the same name. Nothing seemed to click.

How did Katsuki know this kid?

“Sit back down, Iida,” Aizawa said, yawning as he reached for a piece of chalk and wrote the name of their lesson on the chalkboard. “Kirishima, you can sit at the desk behind Kaminari. Kaminari, share your books with Kirishima until he gets his own, please.”

As Kirishima cautiously made his way to a welcoming Kaminari, Katsuki rotated his head to track his path. He didn’t look like somebody Katsuki had seen before. There was no way he’d forget that horrible fucking hair, nor the red eyes framed by long, dark lashes. This guy wasn’t forgettable, that was for damn sure.

He glared at the boy before turning his attention to the front of the class as Aizawa instructed them to get out their Japanese literature books. Reaching down into his school bag, he fumbled for his textbook and was met with the sharp sting of a paper cut instead. Normally his bag was organized to a fucking-T, more neat and orderly than Iida’s probably was, so something must’ve been out of place. Katsuki quickly identified the problem as he saw the torn open envelope thrust into his bag. Shit, he’d forgotten about that stupid letter.  Pushing it aside, he yanked the literature textbook out and automatically flipped to the correct page, tapping his foot against the ground as Aizawa began his lesson.

Katsuki found it impossible to pay attention today as their teacher monotonously read from the board. He was continually looking down at the letter, which hadn’t moved from its spot, because fucking obviously . 

The letter sat heavy in his bag, practically beckoning him to read it instead of focus on their lesson. It was nagging at him, and he didn’t know why this suddenly seemed so important. It was fucking irritating. For some reason it seemed connected with their new student, and he was failing to connect the dots.

It was only when Aizawa began reciting a memoir from their text that it dawned on Katsuki. Head snapping towards Kirishima, he glared fervently in suspicion at the unsuspecting boy. When Katsuki had skimmed the letter earlier, in front of the school, there had been two words underlined repeatedly: Kirishima Eijirou.

So it was Kirishima that wrote the letter, then.

What was this fuckers plan? He wanted to get Katsuki’s attention or something? But why would he do that by sending him a letter from himself…? And how the hell would he even know Katsuki?

His foot tapped even faster as he stared the redhead down. The dumbass had just chewed his pen so hard that indigo ink was spilling across his desk and into his mouth. The students who noticed his dilemma giggled as Kirishima coughed loudly, and his ears were a bright red as he wiped at his chin with the back of his hand. Great, he was an idiot.

Again, Katsuki couldn’t help but think that something about the situation was off. Kirishima, even as muscled as he was—not that Katsuki was looking, fuck you—didn’t seem like the type to pick a fight. Even now, he shrunk in on himself under everybody else’s attention. 

Unassuming as the kid was, Katsuki had never let people push him around, and he wasn’t going to start now.

Katsuki barely registered Aizawa announcing that today would indeed be a half-day. The instant the bell that signaled lunch rang and Aizawa left the room, Katsuki shoved himself out of his desk so harshly that his chair slammed to the floor behind him with a loud ‘clang’. Teeth bared and lip curled into a snarl, he stormed forwards and yanked the redhead up by the front of his shirt, “The fuck is your damage, hah? Trying to intimidate me or some shit? I ain’t fuckin’ scared of you!”

“What?” Kirishima exclaimed, eyes as wide as saucers. 

“The letter, fuckwit!” growled Katsuki. His fingers dug into the other boy’s shirt as he shook him roughly, ignoring the disapproving stares of the few that hadn’t yet left the room. 

Hands raised placatingly, the redhead allowed himself to be shaken as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. While Katsuki wasn’t necessarily an expert on people, the bewildered expression on Kirishima’s face seemed genuine. “Hey, man, I don’t know anything about a letter. I just got here.”

Katsuki scowled as he moved his focus to Kirishima’s desk, searching for any sort of evidence pointing towards him being the culprit. Worn pink eraser, unopened water bottle, Kaminari’s textbook opened to a random page… none of this shit proved anything. 

Kirishima was still talking, some happy-go-lucky nonsense about not wanting to start things off on the wrong foot, but Katsuki was too busy in his search to process any of it.

There. Right there, half hidden by the hardcover of the Japanese literature book, was a loose-leaf paper with writing across it. 

Pushing the redhead away, he grabbed the paper so hard it tore a little at the edges. Katsuki zeroed in on every dot, line, and stroke of the pen, and what he found was both disappointing and relieving—it wasn’t him. There was no fucking way it could be. This loser’s handwriting was barely legible. Based off of the strong indentations on the paper glinting in the light, Kirishima had actually been trying to make his writing neat. Which meant he couldn’t forge anything, even if his life was on the line. 

Fuck.

Ears burning in shame, Katsuki grabbed his bag and stalked out of the room without another word. Distantly, he could hear Ashido, Kaminari, and Sero fervently apologizing to Kirishima for Katsuki’s behavior, but he didn’t give a flying fuck about that right now.

So he’d been wrong. Meaning Katsuki had just picked a fight with the new kid for no reason. Even he could admit to himself that it was an asshole move, especially after Kirishima had been stupidly kind in return.

How could he smile at Katsuki while being threatened? Masochistic motherfucker.

But that was the least of his worries now. Determined to find a safe space to figure shit out, he trudged on. Once Katsuki had found an empty hallway that he deemed suitable enough, he ripped his bag open and pulled the letter out of the bag. Maybe it was time to actually read this stupid thing.

Katsuki Bakugou,

This is you from the future. 

Before you freak the fuck out, I already know you aren’t going to believe me. Hell, I wouldn’t believe me, even now. But it’s the truth. And it’s important that you read this, so get over your damn teenage pride and listen up.

I, or we, have always lived our lives without regret. But now that I know what I know, I regret so fucking much. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t wish things were different. And unless you want to feel like shit every goddamn day of your life, then you should take this seriously.

On April 6th, 2005, a new student is going to transfer to your class. Kirishima Eijirou . He has the shittiest red hair you’ve ever seen and he’ll be seated directly behind Kaminari. He’s obnoxiously kind to everyone, especially us, even though we didn’t deserve it at the time. Kaminari and Sero take him under their wing, and he’ll be dragged along with the others.

No matter what you do, don’t let him hang out with you after school that day.

That’s it.

That’s it?! The fuck was this, some elaborate fucking prank one of his friends set on him?

Katsuki glared at the paper, his eyes scanning the words over and over, searching for any hidden meaning or hint. He could almost hear Kaminari’s obnoxious laughter in the back of his mind, imagining the blond idiot coming up with such a ridiculous prank.

But it didn't make sense. Kaminari couldn’t forge Katsuki’s handwriting so perfectly, nor would he even know how to start. And why Kirishima? The kid had just shown up.

“This is bullshit,” Katsuki muttered to himself, shoving the letter back into his bag with more force than necessary. His head pounded with frustration as he made his way to the bathroom to cool off, ignoring the chatter of students around him.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Shenanigans part 13

Chapter 13 / Bakugou Katsuki and the case of a furious mother.

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki gets slapped. Twice. He kinda likes the second one. That’s the summary.

(Author has a migraine, don’t judge her.)

Warnings: Katsuki speaking rudely to his mother, swear words.

First chapter Master List

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“Can I have the agency stamp, please?“

Today is a shitty fucking day.

Katsuki is back to work, sharing an awkward silence with the Menace. His mother can’t stop messaging him about random shit, even though he’s not responding; Who the fuck cares about his Uncle’s birthday? He’s an asshole anyway and he haven’t seen him since he was 18. Why does he need to send him a message?!

“Dynamight, hello-ooo.”

Also, why is she so hooked up on him these days? Did Kirishima message her about his outbursts? About the Menace? He’s definitely gonna kill that shitty haired idiot if he did. His mother is the last person he wants to know about his shenanigans with Y/N. Knowing his mother, she’s gonna start crocheting baby clothes right away. Fuck no.

“Katsuki fucking Bakugou!!!” Someone yells while hitting his head aggressively. He knows that slap. It’s the slap of doom. Katsuki is fucked.

“What the fuck are you doing here, you old hag!” Katsuki screams. She’s really not supposed to be here. Bakugou literally banned her ass from the agency, so his traitor best friend probably sneaked her in through the back door. What a fucking ass.

“Oh, I’m sorry that I wanted to see my ungrateful son for once!” Katsuki’s mother yells, her face so red she might explode in a few minutes. “Respond to your fucking messages and then MAYBE I won’t barge into your workplace!”

“Get a fucking life and then MAYBE you won’t be so bored! Make another son, maybe that one won’t be a fucking disappointment! Oh wait, you can’t anymore. Sucks to be you, mother!”

Okay, that was really harsh but Katsuki is really not in the mood today.

Apparently, his mother isn’t the only one who got offended; a much stronger slap follows his mother’s one, right on his face. It burns like a bitch.

“You can’t fucking say that to your mother, you prick! You should be happy she cares about you enough to come and see you even though you are the biggest asshole the world has ever seen!” The menace looks like she’s about to cry which makes Katsuki do a double take on his next words. Actually, scratch that, he has no idea what to say to that. “And give me the fucking stamp because I was asking for it for ten minutes before your mother barged in.” Y/N takes the stamp out of Katsuki’s drawer and closes it with such a fervor the drawer breaks down.

Silence fills the room as Y/N sits back to her desk, not looking up at all as she starts to stamp her paperwork.

“I’m… sorry.” The blonde mumbles, still incapable of proper words. What the fuck was that?

“Don’t say sorry to me, you dimwit.” Y/N sniffles but keeps a straight face. Katsuki is really not the type for physical affection, but he really wants to give the Menace a hug right now.

“Did you just make my son say sorry?” His mother deadpans, staring at Y/N incredulously.

This will be a long day.

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Okay, you went a bit too far but Bakugou’s words really hit you in face.

You miss your family so much and you would do anything to see them yet here he is, being an absolute asshole to his own mother who came over to see him. You know it was really inappropriate to interrupt a family conversation, but you just couldn’t listen to him speaking like that to this poor woman.

“I’m going to the toilet.” You stand up, not being able to take this awkward silence anymore. “Sorry for barging into your conversation, I’ll leave you two alone.”

“Stay.” Bakugou sighs and keeps you from leaving by grabbing your hand. “Hag, this is Y/N, my new secretary. She’s okay, I guess. Ahh, whatever, you can go now if you want.” Bakugou lets you out of his grasp, looking like a ripe tomato.

“Hi, I’m Bakugou Mitsuki. I would like to say I’m not usually like this, but that would be a lie. Like mother like son and all that jazz.” Bakugou’s mother snickers while looking at her grumpy son proudly. “I’m glad my son is in good hands, please take care of him. I know it’s hard, I brought him up, you know. I had grey hairs since he was born.” Mitsuki reminiscences, lost in her thoughts with a fond smile on her face. What a lovely woman. Fierce… but lovely.

“Oi, stop oversharing she doesn’t care!” Katsuki retorts, frustrated.

“Oh, I really do.” You mumble, looking at the guy’s mother with begging eyes.

“What, I didn’t even pull my photo book out! Yet.” The woman winks at his son, clearly enjoying the fact that the blonde is too embarrassed and scared to say anything too rude after your lecture. Katsuki is just about to explode when Kirishima joins the conversation with a massive smirk on his face.

“Hi mom!” The redhead snakes his arms around the small woman affectionately, giving her a little spin in the air.

Mom?!

“Stop acting like you didn’t sneak her in, you fucker.” Katsuki reprimands. “Also, stop spinning my mother like that, she’ll have a backache again!” Katsuki mumbles, his face contorted into a frown.

“I’m sorry, Ma’!”

“It’s fine, Pumpkin!” Mitsuki gives Kirishima an affectionate head pat, standing on her toes to reach his head.

You’ve been around these two for so long yet you didn’t realize how close they are until now; they literally act like two brothers in front of Bakugou’s mom, and Bakugou’s mom is clearly thinking about Kirishima as her own and she’s also calling him Pumpkin which is the cutest thing you’ve ever heard.

It always surprises you how different the blonde is when he’s interacting with his closest friends and family. You can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever be comfortable to share his real self with you one day.

You are so deep in your thoughts you don’t even realize when Katsuki comes close to you, touching your hips with one finger before changing his mind and pulling back.

“You okay? We can be a bit much for new people, but this is how we’ve always been.” Bakugou says with his head down, ashamed for being outed in front of you.

“I’m fine. Sorry for slapping you, that was a bit much, wasn’t it?” You giggle self deprecatingly, still a little bit flushed after his sudden touch.

“It was a nice slap though. Like damn, you made me fucking speechless, woman.” The blonde grins at you, clearly affected by all his loved ones being so close. You look at him like he’s an alien for a second before looking the other way to calm yourself down. Mitsuki also looks at his son like she’d just seen a ghost, staring between you two for a few seconds before looking back at Kirishima who smiles knowingly at the woman. You have no idea what’s going on between those two.

“Okay, I’m going to leave you guys for today but Y/N, please come over to our house with Katsuki for dinner sometime, will you? It would be really nice to get to know you better!” The woman perks up. “Ahh, I’m so glad I came over today!” Mitsuki envelops his son in a tight hug, squeezing the shit out of the poor guy who tries his best not to yelp loudly from the lack of oxygen.

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too, now get out!” Katsuki mumbles but the woman doesn’t go yet, she comes over to you with her arms open, ready to give you a hug as well. Thankfully, she doesn’t try to kill you like she did with Katsuki but she does whisper something into your ears before letting you go. “You have my blessing.”

You can’t even try to hide the blush on your face when the woman gives you the Bakugou family’s signature smirk before Kirishima escorts her out of the office.

“Why can’t I have one day without drama?” Katsuki sighs when his mother is finally out of the door, throwing himself on the sofa to rest.

“I really like your mom.” You mumble, not even reacting to the blonde’s moaning.

“She likes you too.” The blonde says with a tiny, hidden smile on his face.

You can’t help but smile back as you sit down to finish your paperwork.

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Kirishima is a good friend. He helps his bros, he listens to his bros, he comforts his bros and he even meddles for his bros when it’s needed.

This time, he might have gone a little bit too far but as he said, he would do anything to make his bros happy.

Well, this bro won’t be happy when he hears about his plan, but it will make him happy on the long run. Maybe. Hopefully. Yeah.

Kirishima got an important intel from one of the underground hero groups about a situation that needs to be investigated as soon as possible, hopefully without causing any drama; the suspect is a high risk person, probably planning on another world war behind the scenes. So Kirishima came up with a plan to send over Katsuki and Y/N to have some time off while gathering information about the suspect.

What they don’t know yet is the fact that they will need to act like a couple on their honeymoon to not stand out. Hah. Kirishima is a genius.

“Okay, let me summarize this.” Katsuki grumbles, his shoed feet up on Kirishima’s desk. Rude, but okay. “There is a five star hotel on the other side of Japan where people get brain washed to get free food and drinks and somehow, this shit is connected to a yet unknown terrorist, whose quirk is similar to the one used in this hotel.” Katsuki looks at the redhead with questioning eyes.

“Correct me if I’m wrong Eijirou, but this isn’t enough evidence to start such an investigation.” Y/N speaks up. Sometimes, Kirishima forgets that Y/N is also a hero and she clearly knows her shit.

“You are right.” Kirishima admits with a sigh. “There is another case going in that area, one that involves quirk-enhancing drugs and apparently there is a big chance the same guy is behind it. We don’t know too much about it yet but by the look of it, this terrorist got his hands on a massive amount of drugs and he’s probably planning on brainwashing several people all at once with it or even a whole city as an act of terrorism. This could be fatal. We need to stop this guy before he makes an army and we will have another world war. We’ve all fought in the last one so I’m quite sure you understand we don’t want it to happen again.” Well done, Kirishima. You sounded professional.

“Do we know what kind of brain washing this person can do?” Y/N asks with fear in her eyes. Oh fuck, Kirishima didn’t even think about Y/N’s feelings when he came up with his plan. She’s clearly traumatized by something similar. Is it too late to play dumb and ask them to leave? It probably is. Fudge.

“The victims said they couldn’t stop their negative feelings towards themselves to come to the surface, they became vulnerable and ended up doing everything the person asked for after a few days just to hear a praise. This was before he got his hands on those drugs. The victims he got after… they are all missing.”

“They are all dead.” Y/N sighs. “We had a guy with a similar quirk on the enemy team back when I lost everything. He wasn’t the one I was fighting but he was the reason my whole team retreated, leaving me alone with the enemy. He fucked their head up so much they couldn’t fight anymore. I’m more than happy to help, Eijirou. I want to help.”

Kirishima feels terrible, but he can’t back down now. It might have started as an innocent prank on his best friend, but the situation is real and it does need to be sorted, so…

“Thank you, Y/N. All you need to do is to mingle in the hotel and be aware of your surroundings. The hotel is a honeymoon hot-spot so the best would be to act like a freshly married couple while outside your hotel room. I hope that’s fine.”

Katsuki will loose his shit in 3…2…1…

“What the fuck, Kirishima?!”

“Stop being a cunt, Dynamight, this is an excellent idea!” Y/N stares at the blonde with a judging look on her face. For Kirishima’s surprise, the other hero shuts up. “I have several quirks I can use to help the investigation! I can alter our appearances, scan the people around us to see their quirks and get personal information and I can put a tracker on the guy once we find him to be able to get info on the drug cartel. We don’t even need to talk to him, but if shit goes wrong you’ll be there to keep my weak ass safe.” Y/N reprimands, making Katsuki all fluttered and red and… Oh My God, he’s in love, isn’t he?!

“Not like you need my help, but yeah, let’s fucking do this then.”

Yes. Bakugou Katsuki is in fucking love. Kirishima can’t help but grin at the two bickering heroes in front of him; playing a married couple definitely won’t be a problem for these two.

“Let’s arrest this fucker and save the world again!” Y/N throws her fist in the air, all excited to be back in the business, while his best friend tries to hide the fond smile on his face as he stares at Y/N lovingly.

Kirishima might not be the one lucky enough to receive a smile like that from someone but he certainly is the happiest best friend the world has ever seen.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Guys, we only have a few chapters left from Season 1! But don’t worry, Y/N and Katsuki will come back in season two with even more shenanigans!

I was so excited for it I already made the header and I also have a small bit of the first chapter written down! IT WILL BE SO MUCH FUN, GUYS!!!! 🩷

- But… before all the fun and shits and giggles, there will be 2 chapters of heavy angst. And by heavy, I am “ohshitwhatthefuck” type of heavy and it’s connected to the mission we are just about to go on. If you feel affected by it and you want me to tell you what the end is to keep your soul happy, just message me privately 💚

- I still have a banging migraine, gimme hugs and kisses, thank you 😭

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Taglist: @ibkg @chuugarettes @lilmaimai @nonomesupposedto @sozainturpal @luleck @notplutos @gold24fish

Btw there will be a brand new taglist for season two so if you want to be on it/keep being on it, let me know!

[bakuthedeku]

Never Know, a chapter-by-chapter summary:

See the shorter summary here.

During Katsuki’s kidnapping, Izuku jumps in after him. They wake up in a room together, and Izuku’s body is going into shock from the (potentially deadly) injuries he received during the camp invasion. Eventually they are separated, Izuku being taken out of the room for several minutes before Katsuki is taken to the LOV hideout. Because All Might’s successor was taken, AFO has deigned to be present. He claims to be indulging Shigaraki’s whims, and Shigaraki makes his ‘come to the dark side��� speech to Katsuki. AFO explains One For All and offers it to Katsuki, who refuses and instead demands they help the probably-dying Izuku. At Shigaraki’s request, AFO tests out a new quirk to transfer OFA to Katsuki. When it is all over, and the quirk seemingly transferred, Katsuki can’t find a pulse on Izuku’s body.

Katsuki has a violent panic attack in the wake of Izuku’s death, but it doesn't take long, once he’s alone again, for him to hear Izuku’s voice in his head. Izuku convinces him he is real, and they wait for the villains’ next move. Finally, we’re back on track with canon: Katsuki in the LOV bar restrained and alone, ready to throw hands before All Might bursts in. Their classmates come to their rescue, using Momo’s Creation as a distraction, and they flee All Might and AFO’s battleground.

They decide to avoid explaining what’s going on with Izuku for now and are released into police custody once the fight is over. One police statement, awful conversation with Aizawa, and a car ride later, Katsuki is in a hospital bed with a migraine, and finally, they rest. They both wake disoriented. When Katsuki’s parents arrive, Mitsuki is none-too-pleased with Katsuki for supposedly causing trouble again and yells at him. Their doctor enters and explains what they know of the situation: Izuku’s consciousness is in Katsuki, and the quirk used on them seems to have minor influence on quirks/DNA. Inko arrives, hugs the boys, and they both cry, with Katsuki unsure whose tears he sheds.

They’re discharged quickly, but the next days are spent in a state of dissociation and new routines in the Bakugou household. Inko gives them Kota’s thank-you note and Aizawa and All Might visit. Inko doesn’t want them back at UA, but Katsuki advocates for him, promising to keep him safe. After a private chat with All Might, Inko is convinced, and under Izuku’s will, Katsuki hugs her. He speaks about OFA in vague terms with All Might, and then he leaves. Katsuki tries to get Izuku to move his body again with writing exercises that night, to no avail. Soon, they pack both of their things for the dorms. Inko explains she agreed on the condition both boys get therapy + go to a quirk specialist for their wellbeing. Aizawa picks them up and drops the bomb; their practical work will be limited until the school has a grip on their situation.

Once the rest of the class is in the dorms, Aizawa throws them in the deep end, immediately explaining their situation to the class. Later, the class struggles to reach out to them meaningfully, confused and awkward and honestly kind of scared about their situation. Though it’s still holidays, they were supposed to train for the licence exam at camp, so they return to school for practical training: it’s ultimate move time, baby! …Except for Katsuki and Izuku. They get basic quirk tests and training. THAT sucks, and Katsuki pushes himself real hard. Too hard. He and Izuku argue, as is becoming a habit. And then he sleeps.

Katsuki and Izuku dream of silhouettes and reaching hands–but it’s too soon. They wake, and soon are arguing again. Izuku cries when he realises Katsuki thinks he hates him. So Izuku opens his memories and his heart, and shows Katsuki it isn’t true. (With time, Katsuki will even believe it.) Today, he gets to join in on ultimate move training. He rebuffs Momo when she tries to check in on them. Several days pass like this: Katsuki trains, eats, avoids his classmates. Katsuki struggles with his once-perfected ultimate moves and Aizawa alerts them their first therapy and quirk specialist sessions are booked. All Might intercepts them after: it’s finally time they talk.

So they talk. To Katsuki’s dismay, All Might apologises for how he’s (not) handled everything so far. All Might realises Katsuki blames himself for Kamino, and tries to assuage his guilt. All Might asks after OFA, which Katsuki has not felt so far, and if Katsuki knows anything more about Izuku’s body–and Katsuki feels even worse, realising he doesnt even remember the statement he gave to the police, let alone finer details of that night. He meets days later with the quirk specialist, who is accompanied by Seiko, quirk: Conscious Reader. Seiko remarks that Izuku really is in there, with no “true fusion” of identity. Katsuki and the specialist discuss his quirk, and the session finishes. Afterwards, he can’t avoid Kirishima, and they spend a while in Katsuki’s room, just talking. Katsuki cooks dinner for the class with Sato’s help, and they all eat together.

Mineta spoils the good mood the next morning by demanding to know if Izuku “really is dead”. Katsuki gets ANGRY, and in trying to help calm the situation along with the rest of the class, Kaminari implies Mineta isn’t in the wrong to ask that… And gets an explosion sent his way. Aizawa interrupts the chaos and demands to know what’s going on. Seeing the Trauma all over Katsuki’s face, Aizawa lets him go. Izuku tries to comfort Katsuki while they wait for possible repercussions. Aizawa follows Katsuki to his room to get his side of the story and doesnt punish him, but warns him not to use his quirk like that. Kaminari apologizes to them both later, and they forgive him. Next up: therapy. Izuku is Very anxious, but they get on well with the therapist Shika. They come up with a simple hand signal to show whose words are being spoken: right hand up, Izuku, left, Katsuki. When asked about suicidal ideation/attempts, Katsuki has a flashback to their kidnapping, and hyperventilates. They decide on weekly sessions. After, Katsuki questions Izuku about his anxiety. At almost 4am the next morning, they wake up, and Izuku accidentally moves Katsuki’s arm.

They get out of bed and after some effort, Izuku uses Katsuki’s hand to write a hiragana character. Unable to sleep again, Katsuki goes for a jog, realising there are reporters outside of UA at SUNRISE, asking after the incident, and Izuku’s whereabouts. They return to the dorms later, and find the tv in the common room playing a news story about them. Uraraka is watching the news, unable to sleep. She asks after their wellbeing and begs him to give the class another chance after what happened the previous day. At training the next day Katsuki spars Kirishima, and loses several rounds. He wins the last one, but injures himself with his own quirk.

Aizawa officially decides, after seeing their spars, that Katsuki is not fit to participate in the licence exam. Katsuki has another panic attack, and Aizawa and Izuku support him through it. Afterwards, Katsuki demands an accelerated course for the licence. Katsuki continues his day, trains and eats and showers, and then, finally, rests. In the last days before the exam, he keeps training hard. Izuku asks Katsuki to wish everyone good luck, and he does. Ms Joke asks Aizawa about the missing student, souring Katsuki’s mood. And the exam begins.

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Monodeku headcannons because #1: I can, #2: I’m sad, and #3: I am ignoring my problems:

Okay man,,, just,,,,, imagine them being together and fighting villains, like, “love, where do you want to go for dinner?” “Oh, maybe that- *explosion* EXCUSE ME, I AM TRYING TK HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH MY BOYFRIEND! Maybe that new place around the corner; you said you wanted to try their katsudon”

Monoma joins the izucrew and is very bitter about it. He just sauntered up one day like, “well if it isn’t the class A bastards, what trouble have you gotten into this week? I bet you’re doing some lame training later” and Izuku just invites him along. It took off from there

He would call izuku his “favorite class A bastard”

One time, he said that they weren’t friends as a joke. Izuku cried. Monoma made sure to reassure him though, and now regularly makes jokes like that to which izuku messes back with him

(SPOILERS FOR RECENT CHAPTERS): When izuku went on his little vigilante trip, Monoma wouldn’t admit it, but he was very worried. He asked several times if he was okay, and class B couldn’t even make fun of him for that (SPOILERS OVER)

They’re both very protective over those they love and whenever bakugou bullies izuku, Monoma is sure to be as much of a hindrance as humanly possible

Mina, Uraraka, and izuku all make sure to call Monoma’s bluff as often as possible. “Well, if it isn’t the class A bastards; what problems have you caused today?!” “Why? Do you care?” “Yeah, are you worried about us?”

If he could, Monoma would make sure to copy izuku’s quirk as often as possible and he’d just start floating over people. Looking down on them. He is better than them. He wants them to know this

Monoma is a dramatic bastard who will come into izuku’s room, plop down on his bed, and declair his untimely demise due to a minor inconvenience

Izuku always gushes about monoma’s quirk, which always makes Monoma blush

Monoma likes flirting with izuku. At first izuku did not notice he was flirting with him, which was rather frustrating, so then he explicitly told izuku “I’m flirting with you, you bastard” and since then, izuku has imitated a strawberry whenever Monoma decides to be a sly bastard

They call each other “love.” For Monoma, it started out as sarcasm. He’d mock class A to izuku’s face and then call him love. Izuku was confused, but accepting of it. Then, one time he said it back, and Monoma short circuited. Izuku took this to heart and did it as often as possible after that

[andypantsx3]

statistically significant | 7 | bakugou/reader

length: 23,490 words | 7 chapters

summary: You’re the scientist who developed a neural net to model the value of assists. Now that your work is feeding into the hero rankings, pro hero Ground Zero has a bone to pick with your results.

tags: romance, enemies to lovers, sexual tension, reader-insert

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, m/f threats of violence, problematic behavior

One month later

The Hero Awards certainly did not disappoint the second time around.

Though you’d spent the last few months in the company of some of these heroes, you couldn’t help but linger on the sidelines as they stalked their way down the walkway, staring in awe. As before, they were decked out in their absolute best, glimmering in jewel toned dresses with daring cutouts, or carving dashing profiles in well-fitted suits. Reporters and fans swarmed the sides of the red carpet, roiling like a pot reaching an agitated boil.

Their excitement was so palpable it hung heavy in the air, absolutely contagious. Maybe it was the fact that you knew some of the heroes up for awards tonight personally, but the potential of the evening simmered under your skin, a soft but constant hum of frenetic energy.

Or maybe some of that was due to the fact that this year, you’d been able to convince your boss to shell out the extra cash for the full dinner option. No longer would you need to smuggle snacks into your dress--this evening, you were a solid professional.

Which was a good thing, really, as the dress in question was not altogether any more secure or supportive than your dress from last year. You’d tried to angle for a thicker fabric and a little more of a conservative design, but several people had aired opinions on your choices over the course of the last few weeks, and you’d ended up in a thin swathe of delicate fabric that was really quite pretty, if you did say so yourself, but would support a grand total of maybe two popcorn kernels.

“You’re looking awfully forlorn over here,” someone chirped by your ear.

You startled, whirling to find Mina behind you, looking rosy and radiant in a form-fitting dress only a few shades lighter than her skin tone. Tiny pearls and clusters of glittering pink diamonds were stitched carefully into the fabric, winking at you as she moved, as bright as the conspiratorial grin she wore. She looked absolutely fabulous--she was one of the people who’d bullied you into the snackless gown, and you could begrudgingly admit that the girl had taste.

“Is it because a certain hotheaded blonde isn’t here yet?” she asked, a pink eyebrow going up.

You flushed. “Mina--oh my god, no. Not everything is about him, you know.”

She idly inspected a nail, looking supremely unconvinced. “Someone should tell him that, then.”

You huffed a laugh. The last time you’d been at the Awards, you’d said as much to him yourself. But a year later, the message was still not exactly being received.

“I’m actually thinking about dinner. I’m literally starving,” you complained, trying to divert the subject.

Mina nodded sympathetically. “I have a six pack and I still had to suck in to fit into this shit.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled sympathetically. You weren’t proud of what it was going to be like when you were finally unleashed on that multi-course dinner, but god it was gonna be worth it.

Several shrieks went up in the crowd of fans behind you, and you looked over your shoulder in alarm. Your pulse relaxed slightly when you realized it was just another pro sauntering down the walkway, but then the lights flickered off ashy blonde locks, and your pulse jumped violently. You jerked in surprise.

Mina didn’t even try to suppress her snort as you turned around fully, eyes pulled like a magnet to Bakugou as he stalked down the red carpet. Even looking like he would rather be anywhere else, and moving briskly over the carpet like he was going in for a kill, he still looked better than he had any right to. The charcoal of his suit--stitched with deep ruby flowers so dark they were almost black--brought out the piercing scarlet of his eyes, and your heart leapt into your mouth when those eyes cut over to meet yours.

His expression didn’t change, and he kept moving, but you flushed all the way from your head to your toes at the intensity behind his look.

Mina made a disgusted noise. “You’re both like a dog with a bone.”

You glared at her accusingly. “We literally just looked at each other.”

She clicked her tongue. “Please, he all but just pissed on you to mark his territory.”

Before you could reply, she called out, catching sight of Kirishima, and seized you to drag you over to say hello.

You let Mina drag you around for the next half hour, making polite conversation with her high school friends, a couple of friends from other agencies, and one fashion journalist who Mina had converted into a weekly drinking buddy. Mina kept the conversation light and easy, and you enjoyed yourself for the most part, though you almost passed out when a very distinct head of green curls materialized over her shoulder and then Midoriya Izuku--better known as the number one hero Deku--was smiling at you eagerly.

Things got even weirder when he appeared to not only already know who you were, but knew a great deal about your work, enough to ask some very detailed questions about your training model software that was going into production a couple months from now. Mina had the gall to cut into the conversation to call you both huge nerds, though she’d directly benefited from the model herself.

The conversation was unfortunately cut short when a calloused hand flung itself in front of your face and a rough voice sounded from over your shoulder. “Stop sticking your nose in my fucking business, Deku.”

You whipped around to find Bakugou glaring over your head at his former classmate. His hand closed around your shoulder and dragged you closer to him.

“I was just asking about her model, Kacchan,” Midoriya said patiently. “It’ll be great to be able to compare my movements directly with some of the other heroes in almost real time! Ojirou’s been trying out some new fighting forms and I was thinking I should try to adapt them to work into my shoot style--”

“Just because you couch it in nerd shit doesn’t mean you’re not trying to spy on me, fuckstick,” Bakugou said. “Stop poking your nose into my relationship like the town fucking gossip.”

Midoriya flushed a little, looking slightly chastened when you turned back to him in question. He gave you an embarrassed little smile. “I did want to meet you for reasons other than your model. Kacchan’s been my friend since I was little, and I wondered what kind of person could interest him so much he wanted my perspective on your work--”

“Shut the fuck up,” Bakugou demanded, but he wasn’t fast enough.

You perked up in interest. “He asked you what?”

Bakugou bristled like a cat being dangled over a bath, but Midoriya was paying him no mind. “Right after the last Hero Awards, he’d done all this research and he asked me about whether your model results lined up with some of the personal analysis that I was doing--”

“Deku,” Bakugou’s fingers tightened on your arm, growing alarmingly warm. “If you don’t shut the fuck up right now I’m going to punch all of your teeth straight down your throat and into your stomach.”

“Kacchan,” Midoriya protested, but he was interrupted by a call on the overhead for everyone to start taking their places in the theater interior for the awards to begin.

Bakugou used the distraction to pry you away from Midoriya. In the blink of an eye, he’d gotten you across the theater and was corralling you towards the Miruko agency tables, looking like he’d sucked on a lemon. You stifled a laugh. You’d wondered a couple months ago exactly how and when he’d figured out you were quirkless, and he’d once asked if you thought you were the only one who’d done their research.

If things were anything like you were starting to suspect, your demands that he do better at the Hero Awards had apparently aroused his interest in more ways than one.

You and Bakugou hadn’t exactly settled on formal terms for your relationship yet, and he still more often than not answered any of your interest with the assertion that you were the one with the crush on him. But this was more evidence--beyond the mysterious coffees that showed up at your workstation almost every morning--that your interest was more intensely reciprocated than he was willing to own up to.

By the time you’d settled at a table and been flanked by a grinning Mina and Kaminari, the awards were getting underway. They were thrilling to watch, something you’d had to miss out on last year when you needed to sneak out with a giant hole in the front of your dress. The heroes you’d worked with this year raked in an insane number of awards, and their elation was palpable, so thick you could almost taste it in the air. The pair of men with satyr horns were named the Best Rookie Duo, Miruko was awarded Takedown of the Year, and Kaminari clocked the Fastest Fight Win for a battle last month in which he’d rendered a villain with an aluminum quirk insensate only seconds into the fight.

A very unfortunate match up, you thought.

Mina nabbed an award for Fan Favorite, and in almost no time, it was the moment that you’d been nervously awaiting since nominations had gone out. You’d cheated, doing your own calculations behind everyone’s backs just to get a clearer picture of what his chances were, and you rather liked his odds, but there was always a chance it wouldn’t go how you thought. But this was the moment that Bakugou was up for Most Valuable Hero.

You barely heard any of the words the host was saying as he trotted out the names of the nominees, detailing some of their key accomplishments. He covered Bakugou's latest slew of assists and rescues, stats that made you feel kind of weirdly warm and proud, and then your ears strained for the syllables you’d hoped to hear.

And then:

“The winner is...our explosive number six, Ground Zero!”

It took everything in you not to leap out of your seat in joy, though something like a strangled squeal managed to escape you. Bakugou gave you an evaluating look as he got to his feet, stalking up on stage with his usual intensity.

As soon as he was up there, it struck you that allowing him time for an acceptance speech was maybe not a great idea. Graciousness was not exactly a strength of his.

“Obviously I’m the most valuable,” he growled into the mic. The stage lights glinted off his hair and teeth, making him look slightly more predatory than usual. “I didn’t need you fucks to tell me.”

A choking noise could be heard from Kirishima’s seat a couple tables over, and Mina put her head in her hands.

“What’s important is that I’m number six now and it only took me a month,” Bakugou’s head swiveled in the direction of Midoriya and you suppressed a groan. “Don’t get fucking comfortable. I’m gonna wipe the floor with every one of the top five, and next awards you’ll all be kissing my ass.”

He didn’t seem like he had much more he wanted to say, which was an incredible relief as both the host and nearby security looked about ready to wrestle him offstage.

He leapt neatly down from the stage, and when he made it back to the table, he didn’t take his seat again. Instead, he grabbed your arm, hauling you out of your seat, and then he was pulling you down the aisle and through the door to the reception area.

He pulled you past the snack table and you thought he was steering you towards the stairwell again, but at the last second he took a sudden turn, shoving you through a door into the women’s powder room. You didn’t even have enough time to formulate a question before he had you backed up against the wall, your shoulders hitting the cool stone at the same time his mouth hit yours.

His kiss was hot and demanding as always, and you lost yourself in it easily. He trailed a line of burning kisses down your neck and over your shoulder, making you shudder and shake when he lingered too long over any particular spot.

It was hard to think past the press of his body on yours, but you tried your best to formulate words.

“Katsuki--it’s--we’re in the women’s room,” you panted, embarrassed by the fact that even as you spoke, you were clutching him closer. “This is--what are you--? S-someone’s gonna come in.”

Bakugou broke apart from you just long enough to level a searching glance around the room and--spotting what he’d been looking for--hefting the trashcan in front of the door with a forceful kick to stop it shut.

“There, nerd. Now stop fucking complaining,” he rasped, immediately attaching his mouth back under your jaw. You shuddered.

“What the fuck has gotten into you,” you demanded, seizing a fistful of his blonde hair to pull him back from where he was leaving what felt like a very deep bruise over your collarbone.

He leveled you with a burning, red-eyed stare. “Like you don’t fucking know.”

You looked at him in question. “...I actually don’t.”

He tried to lean in again but you gripped his hair harder. “What? You can’t just keep throwing me up against walls, especially here. What is it with you and shoving me into weird places at the Hero Awards?”

Bakugou growled. “If you don’t shut the fuck up and let me do what I want, I’m gonna burn throught this dress too.”

You froze up, then glared at him accusingly. “I literally write the code that processes your rank. If you ever wanna come within sniffing distance of the top three, you won’t touch a single thread of this dress.”

The hands on you grew hot, but not hot enough to burn. Bakugou slid a calloused hand over the curve of your waist, thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

“God, the fuckin’ attitude on you,” he said, almost reverently.

You felt your face warm under his scrutiny as he leaned closer. “You wanna know what's gotten into me? I wanted to melt that entire fucking thing off you last year. You were so fucking mouthy, such a little brat to me. Wanted to rip your dress off and fuck you right in the stairwell until you forgot you’d ever even heard of numbers.”

You shivered. Bakugou smirked, eyes darkening, leaning back in to bite under your jaw. You realized you’d lost your grip on him and willed your fingers to cooperate again.

“I fucking won that stupid award because I let you boss me around. I've waited an entire year. Now you’re gonna let me do whatever I want with you.”

Your legs went out from beneath you but Bakugou was already there, catching you under your thighs and hauling you up onto the countertop between the sinks. Your back brushed the mirror, glass cold under your shoulder blades.

“Y--you know, if you actually want to be number one, you can’t make speeches like you did,” you babbled nervously as he filled the space between your thighs. “Your public approval rating is part of your ranking, right? It’s weighted right below rescues…”

Bakugou paid you no mind, fingers already searching over your back to find the zipper to your dress. He yanked it down with little ceremony, seizing the front of your bodice to pull it off of you.

“I don’t need to be fucking nice if I’m the one saving the day,” he announced imperiously, leaning down to capture a nipple with his mouth.

Your hips jerked, and he pressed a hand to your thigh, holding you back down against the counter. Dimly, you registered that the words were familiar. “N--not--ah!--not this again.”

Bakugou didn’t deign to respond, instead doing something absolutely mind-bending with his tongue. You swore loudly, catching a fistful of his jacket. “Fuck, Katsuki!”

A hot palm slid up your thigh, gathering up the soft material of your skirt until he could slip a hand underneath. Calloused fingers trailed over your core with obvious intention. You inhaled sharply when he pressed them into you, leaning up to cover your mouth with his again.

Bakugou had you squirming wildly against him in barely a minute, snorting when you tried to get a hand on his zipper.

“Want me that bad, nerd?” he asked, pressing forehead to yours in an oddly tender move.

“If you don’t hurry the fuck up I’m gonna finish things myself,” you threatened, though Bakugou did not look at all as if he believed you.

He helped you get his zipper down, taking himself in hand, but he stopped just as he brushed your entrance, leaning forward to bite another kiss into your mouth.

“Now it’s time for you to make good on your end of the bet,” he growled, a smirk growing over his features. “You’ll tell me I’m the best and I was right all along.”

You stilled underneath him, disbelieving. “Are you--are you fucking serious.”

Bakugou pressed forward, just enough for you to feel the pressure of him on your clit. You fought down a noise like a whimper. Damn him.

“I jumped two ranks,” he said. “You’ll tell me I’m the best if you want me, nerd.”

“I am not gonna beg for you like this,” you announced, though it sounded a little more like a question than you had wanted it to.

Bakugou brushed his thumb over your clit again and little sparks danced over the corner of your vision. “Mmm, you’re gonna scream.”

You felt something like a tension snap inside you. Fuck it. He was so annoying but holy shit if he wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever encountered. If he needed his ego stroked, well it wasn’t nearly as much as you needed your own stroking.

You grit your teeth. “Ugh, fine--just--you’re the best, and you were right all along. Now will you please--”

You didn’t even get to finish before he was sinking into you, narrow hips fitting flush with your thighs. You swore at the feeling of fullness, and then he was moving, picking up into a frantic pace. He leaned forward, sealing his mouth over yours to swallow all the little noises you were making. It was mere minutes before you were shivering underneath him again, moving your hips to meet his, desperate for more, Katsuki, more.

“Ah fuck--so fucking good for me,” he grunted against your mouth, giving a particularly hard thrust, and that was all it took to unravel you.

You stifled a scream in the thick fabric of his jacket, arching up into him. He cursed and followed after you with a few more short thrusts, crushing you against the counter when he let his weight go slack.

You panted underneath him, catching your breath while your fingers slowly unclenched themselves from the hem of his suit jacket. Bakugou rubbed his face in the hollow of your shoulder, radiating smug satisfaction.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, nerd?” he rasped, biting down lightly where he’d left the hickey earlier.

You pulled back, looking into his face again. He looked far too pleased with himself, but he was so handsome like this, all messy hair and a kiss darkened mouth. Your irritation with him fizzled out a little.

He flashed you a predatory grin. “You said it yourself--I'm the fucking best.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop your hand from coming up and tangling in his hair. “Shut the fuck up.”

Bakugou, predictably, did not look as if he was going to shut the fuck up at all. So you took matters into your own hands, and leaned in and kissed him again.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA: 

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

OH

MY

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

[azucanela]

chapter i

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: cursing.

word count: 3k

summary: the internet is enamored with the idea of y/n l/n and bakugou katsuki, two renowned pro heroes, dating. the first issue? the pair rarely interacts. the second issue? apparently, they hate each other, not that anyone knows about that bit. of course, after one night of many mistakes, the whole world knows.

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Y/N’S HEAD IS POUNDING when she wakes up the following day. Her hand coming to rub her temple as she attempts to soothe the throbbing of her own head, the light just barely seeping through her blinds already feels like too much as she rises up in her bed. Blinking a few times, Y/N’s eyes adjust to the light and she sighs, stretching her arms upwards and almost wincing at the sound of her bones cracking.

You’d think that a Pro Hero wouldn’t have such issues, and yet.

Coming to a stand, Y/N hisses at the feeling of her cold floor, frowning before she makes her way towards the hallway and rubbing a hand against her eye. She catches a look of herself in the mirror, hair amiss, makeup that she’d applied from the night before still on— and yet her eye bags seem to have grown. If Y/N is honest, she looks and feels like a mess.

That should be a given though, seeing as she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten home last night. Though Y/N was sure the news would detail any screw ups she’d made. Sighing as she grabs the TV remote from the coffee table by her couch and clicks the TV on. 

“You’re fucking kidding me.” She mumbles out when the TV turns on to reveal that she is in fact the headline, alongside Bakugou Katsuki. 

Almost on cue, a set of rapid knocks sound against her door and Y/N already knows who it is, again.

It was an accident, Y/N hadn’t meant to get blackout drunk at a literal Gala filled with several respectable and admirable peers from the Pro Hero world. And she certainly hadn’t meant to speak poorly about one of those peers— well, if she could really call Bakugou that at this point. After all there was a reason she spoke poorly of him.

“He’s an— an ill-mannered, rude, insufferable—” Y/N inhaled deeply as she looked to Lorelai, gesturing her hands vividly as she finally said, “bastard!”

Lorelai stands with a hand pressed against her temple, rubbing it gently as though that would end the headache that Y/N had probably caused with her shenanigans. “I warned you.”  She mumbles out before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone as Y/N continues to drone on about the young man.

“I ran into him and I was filled with complete and utter rage. Did I do a few questionable things? Yes. Do I regret them—” Y/N sighs, bringing her hands to her face as the news plays in the background before saying, “I do.” 

If Y/N was honest, she wasn’t remorseful at all, not when it was Bakugou they were talking about. But she was embarrassed, she’d acted out like a child and there was no denying it. As much as she disliked the idea, a public apology was probably necessary and a private one to Bakugou was the least she owed him. 

Currently Y/N L/N and Bakugou Katuski were on every headline and front page there were, all because Y/N had elected to get a little too drunk and start talking trash about Bakugou. In the world of Pro Heroes, her word carried a lot of weight, so although it was unprofessional, Y/N had a feeling it was Bakugou’s PR team that was panicking right now. 

"You’re trending.” Comes Lorelai’s words, a hand coming to scratch the back of her neck awkwardly as she looks back up at Y/N, “I suppose that’s good.” 

Y/N had a feeling the people who shipped her with Bakugou were rather devastated upon finding out that the (non-existent) couple that they idolized yet had zero interaction actually hated one another. “Maybe they’ll stop thinking Bakugou and I would ever enter a relationship now.”

Raising a brow, Lorelai looks up to her, typing away at her phone without looking at the keyboard as she replies, “actually they’re shipping you with Pro Hero Deku. They caught quite a few pictures of you two dancing together last night.” Lorelai’s eyes returned to her screen, squinting as she mumbled out, “the Bakugou shippers are disappointed, but they’re still going strong. Something about… enemies to lovers?”

Y/N groans in annoyance, it was beginning to become abundantly clear that nothing good was going to come of this. Not that she expected such a thing, but a girl can hope. With a sigh, she shakes away those thoughts, pushing them to the back of her mind as she looks to Lorelai, “what are we going to do?” 

“I am going to speak with Bakugou’s publicist, and set up a meeting.” Comes Lorelai’s response, bringing the phone to her ear as she made her way towards the door for more privacy. 

Y/N looked to her publicist, brows furrowed, “I don’t want to meet with Bakugou.”

Rolling her eyes, Lorelai gestured to the TV as she replied, “we don’t have much of a choice do we?” Sighing, Lorelai stares at the ringing phone before saying, “you can’t let your issues with Bakugou interfere with your career— you two were bound to work together at some point. Whether you wanted to or not.”

Y/N can easily pick up on the underlying words as Lorelai steps out the door, she’s essentially telling her to suck it up. And though Y/N recognizes that she is absolutely and completely correct— that she unfortunately cannot allow Bakugou’s existence to interfere with her career, that doesn’t mean she can’t be upset about it. 

And besides, avoiding him had gone perfectly fine up until now. Y/N was still wondering what had possessed him to actually attend a public event. Last she’d checked, the boy hated them with a passion, and most of the time they only further damaged his reputation. 

Last night was only more evidence of that fact. 

“You’re right.” Comes Y/N’s words, sighing dejectedly as she sinks further into her couch. “Let me know how it goes.” Even Y/N could recognize that there was no other choice, and well— she had to be mature and realistic about this.

Lorelai steps away, and Y/N finds herself glad that she can’t hear whatever it is the woman is saying as she straightens her posture, sitting up as she crosses her legs on the couch to watch the news. 

“Famed Pro Hero Y/N L/N was caught expressing her true feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, and they certainly weren’t what fans were hoping for.” The woman on the screen leans back in her seat, moving out of the way to gesture to the screen behind her, as she opens her mouth to speak again, Y/N finds herself grabbing the remote and changing the channel with a glare towards the reporter. 

Not that it was her fault, Y/N had a feeling if she had a job with any news station right now, this story would mean everything for her career. But she didn’t, she was a Pro Hero, and she had more important things to do— and even then, weren’t there more important things to report on? 

The screen changes, and this time there’s another woman on the screen, a solemn look on her face as she leans forward on the desk with her hands clasped. “As the anniversary of the villain Stain’s incarceration grows near, civil unrest has begun to worsen. With another copy cat killer on the loose, it seem that people have once again taken to the streets to demand his release, or at least a change in his current life sentence for the murder of—”

Y/N shuts off the TV, grimacing at the reminder of her school years. Each year, crime would spike, so more Pro Heroes would set to work around this time. And each year, the number of casualties for Pro Heroes would practically triple because of all the people that tried to target them. This wouldn’t be the first Stain copy cat they’d seen, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Most of them didn’t last this long though, caught by the police by their first attempt ideally, if not then their first kill.

Y/N had lost good friends to people like that. 

Exhaling deeply, she comes to a stand, pulling out her phone to see she had several unread messages from Lorelai, all of which were in reference to the current… situation they were dealing with. There were— unsurprisingly— a few messages of concern from Izuku that Y/N can’t help but smile at. The boy had always been too kind for his own good. But what did confuse her were the messages from an unknown number, Y/N’s brows furrowed as she moved to open them. 

UNKNOWN ???

It was only a single message, but it still leaves Y/N confused, few people had access to her number, and for some reason she finds it unnerving as she goes to delete the conversation.

BAKUGOU WISHED HE COULD FORGET the chaos that had been the night before. Alas, every moment was burned into his mind, especially that bit in which Y/N had cursed him out while drunk and maybe something about him trying to fight Deku but that wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary. 

His eyes open to the sound of his alarm, and like clockwork— Bakugou rises from his bed and when his feet hit the floor he’s slipping on a set of house shoes instantly. He’d always been more of the type to live a methodical, routine like, life. Make the bed, cook himself a healthy breakfast if he hadn’t already meal prepped for the week, take a shower, get dressed, go to work. And then do it all over again. 

Bakugou had never felt the need for any spontaneity, seeing as his job provided enough of that. Surprise, there’s a murderer on the loose. Surprise, the murderer targets heroes specifically. Surprise, it's a stain copycat killer. Surprise! He hates Pro Hero Ground Zero more than anything in the world. 

The entirety of last night was not the type of surprise Bakugou was used to. Seeing as his phone is ringing as he tries to make his breakfast, and when he looks to see it’s his publicist— well, that isn’t really something out of the ordinary seeing as Bakugou seems to have a different “scandal” every week. But when the calls don’t stop coming...

Last night was a disaster, it didn’t take a genius to recognize that. Just anyone with a phone and some sort of social media, or a tv that had access to the news. Which was basically everyone nowadays. Bakugou liked to think that he had gone through worse, like when they caught him speaking poorly about Deku— although the boy had assured them that Bakugou meant no harm, and Y/N probably wouldn’t do the same.

Yeah, this was a problem. 

Bakugou had a feeling that if he hadn’t been the person who hired him, his publicist would’ve cursed him out by now. Regardless, the man in question had remained… kind of calm. He was clearly on the verge of some sort of breakdown, staring Bakugou down like a hawk as he sat across from him— hands pressed together as they rested against his chin. The man had arrived shortly after leaving Bakugou about a dozen voicemails.

“How did you manage to piss off one of the most influential women in Pro Hero society?”

Despite being a newer Hero, Y/N had worked alongside several of the Top Pro Heroes already, probably because of her connections with Pro Hero Hawks and her own Charisma, making her one of the most likable of the next generation. That and the fact that she was regarded as a potential Number 1 Hero given the speed she was rising through the ranks. 

Although Bakugou was sure this had damaged her credibility in some sort of way, he had no doubt she’d come back from this, even if he didn’t. After all, he wasn’t necessarily known for his award winning personality. 

In response to his publicist’s question, Bakugou finds himself crossing his arms, shrugging before he replies, “beats me.”

Inhaling deeply, his publicist brings a hand to his temple, rubbing it rather harshly in an attempt to end the major headache that was coming on. “You have no idea? None at all—” One of the other PR assistants is standing beside them once more, the guy had been leaving and coming back for a while actually. This time he seems rather anxious though, “and what the hell do you want?”

“Well— well, sir. You see, we’ve been getting a call from—”

His publicist, Haru Ishida, as Bakugou had come to know him, appears to have a vein popping out of his head as he replies, “I don’t care which major news platform wants to hear what we have to say, tell them the same thing—”

“It’s Ms. L/N’s publicist!” The man cries out, hand pressed against the receiver of the phone to keep said woman from hearing their interaction, face flushed red in embarrassment as he stands straighter and adds, “sir.”

Haru’ jaw drops open as he immediately shoots up from his seat, snatching the phone from the assistants hand and bringing it to his ear before swiftly saying, “Haru Ishida, how can I help you?”

Bakugou gives the man a look, “put it on speaker.” He hisses out.

The man does as he’s told and a woman’s voice fills the room, “I think it’s more of how I can help you, Mr. Ishida.” A pause, “I’d like to set up a meeting between our clients. We can discuss more in person.”

“Hell no.” Bakugou says instantly, seeing as his little reunion with his former classmate yesterday had gone very poorly, Bakugou couldn’t really see a world in which another meeting with Y/N benefitted him in any way. Despite this, his words cause Haru to glare at him, opening his mouth to respond only for Y/N to beat him to it.

“Bakugou.” She muses, “both you and Y/N are experiencing blowback from this.” Comes her words, the sound of typing on the other end of the call as she continues, “but you need us more than we need you. I know Y/N will come back from this, with or without you. But can you say the same about your career?” There’s almost a subtle threat if you read between the lines and it leaves Bakugou cursing under his breath.

If Bakugou was right, this was Lorelai Flores, a renowned publicist though she was rather new to the game. As someone who aspired to be the best, Bakugou initially sought her out. She’d rejected his attempts at hiring her of course, which is why he’d ended up with the second best he could secure. Haru, who was currently inhaling deeply as he replied, “that can be arranged.”

“No it cannot—” Haru ignores Bakugou’s attempt at protesting, simply shooting him a glare before returning his attention to the call.

“Fantastic!” The woman exclaims, “perhaps it can be just you and I, Haru. Clearly our clients aren’t inclined to be anywhere near each other. Of course, if all goes well then I’m sure they’ll be seeing each other plenty.” The sound of a pen scribbling against a paper followed by, “pick me up at 7, you have my address.”

The call ends, and Bakugou’s brow is raised as he looks back to his publicist, who clears his throat before saying, “we’ll come to a consensus sir.”

Meanwhile, the PR assistant from before looks to Haru, “fraternizing with the enemy?”

“I can fire you.” Haru hisses in response, eyes narrowing at the boy before looking back to Bakugou as he straightens himself and collects the paper’s before him, “if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for my meeting with Ms. Flores.” He moves to leave, hovering by the door as he says, “by the way, I believe Pro Hero Red Riot is heading this way at the moment.” 

Bringing his hands to his face, Bakugou groans, if he had to guess— Kirishima was going to lecture him, again. He finds himself coming to a stand making his way around the couch, he doesn’t bother to meet Kirishima the door since he’s already making his way inside. At the same time, Bakugou is left to watch as the rest of his PR team is exiting his apartment one by one, taking their equipment with them wordlessly. 

And so, in comes Kirishima, a bright smile on his face as he calls out, “hey Bakubro!” Arms spread wide as he greets his friend, coming to wrap his arms around him. Although Bakugou doesn’t return the hug, he allows the physical contact.

“Hey shitty hair.” Comes his response, mumbled out as he is finally released from Kirishima’s grip. “What do you want?”

With a shrug, Kirishima, steps further inside Bakugou’s apartment, “I figured you might wanna talk—”

“Don’t wanna talk.” Bakugou interrupts, narrowing his eyes at Kirishima. 

Nodding slowly, Kirishima offers him a tight lipped smile, a short silence encompassing them before he says, “but she said some intense stuff so I though—”

“No.” 

“I can talk to her?

“Absolutely not.”

With that, Bakugou found himself wondering how this could possibly get worse at this point, of course, his question would soon be answered seeing as things could definitely get worse.

[tsukiihime]

Heartbreak Chapter 4 (Shinsou x Fem!Reader, Bakugou X Fem!Reader)

I am on the fence if I should do an ending for each character, but I'll mull it over a bit more before making the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Drinking, Angst

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This isn’t how you imagined you would be spending your weekend.

You’ve spent the night flipping through channels, ordering Chinese takeout as you sit cross-legged on Shinsou’s couch in your favorite tank top and shorts staring blankly at the television screen. You’ve kept your phone by you all this time in hopes of receiving a call that hasn’t come yet, and at this point you’re pretty sure it won’t come at all. You’ve been mulling over it for hours - do you call Bakugou? Let your pride take a backseat to your longing and put an end to your uncertainty? Or do you wait for him to break first?

‘Who am I kidding’, you scoff to yourself, ‘Bakugou doesn’t apologize or bow down to anyone. I’ll probably die before I get him to make the first move.’ You scratch your neck, looking out of the corner of your eye at your cell phone sitting inconspicuously on the coffee table. If you’re being honest with yourself, you want some form of closure with Bakugou. There’s so many unanswered questions between the two of you: Whose underwear was that in your shared bedroom? Are Bakugou and Camie romantically involved? Why did he call you that night?

You want - no, you need answers before you drive yourself crazy with what ifs - so you decide that tonight you’re going to take the plunge and call your ex-boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou.

At least that was the plan, but all you’ve been doing for the past thirty minutes has been nervously pacing back and forth in Shinsou’s bedroom. You pick up your phone only to throw it back down in anxiety - what if you make a fool out of yourself? What if he really did call you on accident and you’re just getting your hopes up?

It takes another thirty-four minutes before you’ve calmed your nerves enough to dial his number and not feel like vomiting. You decided against drinking some alcohol to get some liquid courage - you needed to be sober for this conversation as much as it pained you. The phone line on the other side rings, and you’ve never been more afraid of what’s going to happen next than you have been your entire life. You bite your lip in anticipation, pulling at the bottom of your shorts to distract you from what seems like endless ringing in your ear.

All too soon, the ringing stops and you are greeted with a rough ‘hello’. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

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Bakugou feels like his soul has left his body when he sees your name flash across his screen - you’re calling him. He’s wished for this moment for weeks: every single missed call, unread text and late night thought about you has now culminated in this moment. You’re finally giving him a chance to speak to you and you’re even making the first move! But he feels a strange new emotion well up inside him as his finger hovers over the ‘answer’ button.

Hesitation.

It’s a new feeling to the Explosion Hero - he’s always been a doer and not a thinker, action before thought. He’s always thought of himself as the best, the cream of the crop in every aspect of his life. But the vibrating cherry red phone in his hand makes his confidence waver. He’s hesitating to answer you, even if he’s missed you for so long. That’s right: the great Katsuki Bakugou is afraid.

He’s afraid to answer the phone, to get his hopes up that you’re calling because you miss him, when you could be just calling him by accident. You probably meant to call Shinsou, or maybe you’re calling to say that you left something at his house and want it back.

But this fear is quickly dispelled - this may be his last chance to tell you how he feels. How he truly feels, without his agency or anyone else getting in the way. He now knows that Shinsou is in love with you and he still loves you with every fiber of his being - if he’s going to have a rival in romance he needs to put everything on the table. He needs you to know how he feels so that he can have no regrets, no matter what happens between the two of you in the future.

His train of thought is interrupted by his brain urging him to swipe right and answer the phone before the call is missed. Bakugou steadies himself, leans against the railing and puts his cell up to his ear. He answers gruffly: “Hello?”

“Hey Bakugou.” He takes notice of your use of his last name - he was expecting you to call him ‘Katsuki’, just as you’ve always done. His eyebrows knit together in disappointment.

“I don’t mean to call so late,” he can hear shuffling on your end, it sounds like you’re pacing around the house, “I know you’re always asleep at this time but I just had to do it before my nerves got the best of me.” You admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you smile to yourself softly. “I saw you called me around a week ago and I just wanted to see what you wanted? There was no voicemail or text, so I assumed that you maybe called by mistake? It’s okay if you did, I just wanted to double check you know?” You’re talking a mile a minute, rambling on and on as your nerves are set aflame by your embarrassment and fear. You’ve walked around Shinsou’s bedroom countless times, your heart racing in absolute dread at your decision. Why did you do this? Why did you call late at night? Why did you call him? You laugh uneasily, waiting for an answer and preparing for the worst.

“I called ‘cause I missed you.” You almost drop your phone in sheer shock, but you manage to compose yourself before your voice betrays your surprise.

You remain silent and he sucks in a breath, trying his best to calm himself down as he waits for you to answer. His palms won’t stop sweating, covering his cracked cell phone in glycerin laced sweat as he paces back and forth the rooftop from one end to the next. He feels like throwing up, and a small voice in his head urges him to hang up the phone before he makes more of a fool out of himself. But he stands his ground - he’s not leaving this call until you know how he feels. He hates opening up to others but you’re different, you’re special to him and by God he’s going to prove it to you.

“I’m sorry?” You ask for confirmation, not wanting to misunderstand. You hear a small ‘tch’ in response.

“Haaah? You not listening? I said,” he puts extra emphasis on the last part and he’s speaking so close to the phone that it’s almost like he’s next to you speaking directly into your ear, “that I missed you.” You both grow silent, listening to the sound of the other’s breathing for what seems like an eternity. The air is still rife with tension, but you smile - wide and beaming in total joy. Bakugou missed you. Just like you missed him. You feel comfortable being a little more familiar with him now that he’s confirmed for you that he’s not messing with you and you’re relieved that you’re able to keep your pride intact after you hang up the phone.

“I’m going to be perfectly honest. I wasn’t expecting that, Bakugou.” You give a small giggle and he smiles without realizing it. He’s missed your laugh, and he can imagine the way your nose crinkles slightly when you chuckle, how your eyes used to shine when he would make you laugh. “I’m surprised though - the great Katsuki Bakugou missing ‘lil ole me?”

“What, am I not allowed to be upfront ‘bout it? ‘M not gonna lie and say that I didn’t.” He huffs, slightly annoyed at your reaction. Your tone is teasing and half of him hates it while the other half is grateful for your reaction.

“I missed you too, Katsuki.” You say it, and it’s true. It comes out so naturally that it makes you smile with content. You do miss Bakugou. He closes his eyes and replays it in his mind.

‘I missed you too, Katsuki.’ He loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, sweet and soft just like he remembers. He can envision you lying next to him in bed, your legs entangled in the cream colored sheets as you drift in and out of sleep, running your fingers through flaxen spikes, his arms wrapped around your waist as he snores softly laying his head down on your chest. He’s indescribably happy that you missed him too.

“Look I-”

“So I wanted to-” You both speak at the same time, cutting the other off. You giggle softly. “You can go first Katsuki. Tell me: why have you been calling me?” He inhales deeply, preparing to pour his heart out to you under the starry sky. You lie back on Shinsou’s bed, the cool sheets meeting with your warm skin as you wait for the blonde man to answer.

“I wanted to hear your voice. I honestly thought you wouldn’t pick up or return my calls, so I was content with thinking I’d just hear your voicemail message. I had been trying to call you for days. I know you’re mad and you have every right to be, but I just...I want to talk to you. I want to talk about what happened, ‘bout us. I miss you,” he says without hesitation causing you to take in a breath in surprise, “so much. I didn’t think I’d miss someone like I miss you. I want to talk about what happened, what I did, and make it up to you. I want you back in my life, even if it’s not how we used to be before.”

You can hardly believe that you’re talking to Bakugou - prideful, arrogant, ruthless Bakugou who never opens his heart to anyone, not even you. He’s selfish in everything: with work, with love, and with you. He cares so much about being the number one Hero that it consumes him. You haven’t forgotten the cancelled dates when he stays in late at work to get another case wrapped up so it would boost his ratings, or the nights where you fell asleep on the couch waiting for him to get home when he would work late. Nor have you forgiven the days when you would cook him dinner only to find it untouched when you return home, or when he spends his days off training or hanging out with the Bakusquad rather than staying in with you.

But this Bakugou in front of you? He’s vulnerable, baring his heart and soul to you as he lets you know exactly how he feels. Instantly, the bad times leave your mind and you instead look back at all the good memories he’s given you over the two years you’ve known him: His amazing cooking on nights he wants to spoil you for working hard, the scent of caramel he leaves behind after he works out in the living room, the fierce kisses he left you with before he heads off to work. The way he lets you hold him gently, the way he lets you see him in his most unguarded state. The way he made you feel so loved, so cared for.

However, that doesn’t make you forget what he’s put you through the past month.

You still remember the way your heart shattered when you found that unknown lingerie set in your bedroom, and the way your heart ached when you saw Bakugou with his arm around Camie’s waist. Your grip tightens on your phone and you breathe in deep. You love Bakugou, but he needs to atone for what he’s done if he wants to be in your life again. You sit up on Shinsou’s bed, hugging your knees close to your chest.

“Listen Bakugou - I want to forgive you, I really do. But some of the things you did,” you feel a dull pang in your chest as you envision him holding another woman, “really hurt me. And it’s made me believe that I can’t trust you.” He grimaces, imagining how you must have looked seeing him at the award ceremony with another woman. He cards a hand through his blonde locks, scarlet eyes half lidded in disappointment. “But…” you trail off, and he perks up slightly.

“I don’t want to lose you. You’ve been a big part of my life, and I care about you. I’m willing to talk things out with you if you promise that you’ll take my concerns seriously, okay?” There’s no hesitation this time.

“I promise. Baby, I don’t want to lose you again.” Your eyes widen in shock, and Bakugou quickly coughs to distract you. “Er, sorry.” You giggle and he swells with pride at the noise, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“S’okay. I’ll let it slide this time since you’re so cute.” Bakugou is beside himself in a cocktail of emotions: are you flirting with him? You can’t help but tease him, imagining him turning beet red in embarrassment. Your heart leaps with happiness at how he calls you ‘baby’, but your pride and dignity stop you before you get ahead of yourself: Bakugou has much making up to you before you even think of jumping back into a relationship with him.

“But I think we should have this conversation in person, it’ll be easier. I’m gonna be pretty busy for the next few weeks or so, work and school’s been crazy and I’ve been looking for a new apartment.”

“Eye Bags told me you were looking for a new place to live.”

“Oh, you saw ‘Toshi? Hope he didn’t give you too much trouble. He can be a bit, ah, protective at times.” Katsuki scoffs to himself. ‘Yeah, he’s protective of you ‘cause he’s in love with you’ he thinks, but doesn’t say anything out loud. He may not exactly like Shinsou, but he’s not about to share his secret with you. “Anyways, how about I give you a call when I’m free? We can get together when I’m not swamped with responsibilities.”

“I’d like that.” This call has gone a lot better than he could’ve possibly hoped, and the promise of seeing you again, in person makes his heart soar. He can’t stop himself from beaming, happiness exuding from every pore.

“Alright then, it’s a date. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Have a good night Katsuki.” He gives his goodbyes and hangs up the phone, turning to overlook the cityscape. He can’t stop smiling - you’re really giving him a chance. He’s going to work his hardest to make you feel loved, to make up for everything he’s done and to win your heart again. He won’t lose.

He feels his phone vibrate in his hand, and it’s a message from you.

From: Y/N

Hey Katsuki! It was nice talking to you again. I’m glad we had this little talk...I think I’ll be free two weeks from now on that Friday. Can you meet me then? I’ll let you pick a place to eat, but it better not be too spicy or I won’t be able to eat anything. Let me know, okay?

He quickly responds.

To: Y/N

Got a place in mind. Has mild stuff too. I’m free that day, text me your new address and I’ll pick you up.

He sees the three dots appear and stops typing, waiting for your response.

From: Y/N

Sounds good! Make sure to drive safe kay? Last time I thought I was going to die being in the car with you.

Katsuki smiles as he types up a quick response and makes his way back to his friends downstairs - he spends the rest of the night texting you about anything and everything. He can’t wait to see you again.

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Shinsou is so grateful that Todoroki is rich - he’s currently drowning in his sorrows at the bar in the luxurious apartment that Shoto calls home. He doesn’t want to see anyone else and he wants to go home, but home is where you are and he doesn’t want to see you either. How can he after coming to the realization he did tonight?

He’s in love with his best friend.

And not only is he in love with you, but he knows that you’re still in love with Bakugou. In his mind, he can’t hold a candle to the Explosion Hero - Bakugou is a high ranking, high paid Hero with legions of fans. He is good looking and even though Shinsou thinks his personality is ass, you seem to be perfectly fine with it. On the other hand, Shinsou is a relatively unknown moderately paid Hero with confidence issues. He hates this part of himself - you always tell him to be kinder to himself and to believe in his abilities but he just can’t help it. He feels so inadequate compared to Bakugou. How can he even think of confessing to you when he can’t even keep you happy?

‘What’s the point of telling her’ he thinks to himself ‘when she won’t ever see me as more than a friend?” The thorns of self doubt dig into Shinsou’s heart and mind. He would rather pine for you for eternity than lose you - you’ve always been there for him as his rock, his pillar of support. If he loses you, he crumbles. But at the same time, how can he live with this secret? Will he spend the rest of his life looking for you in other women, imagining it's your hands he’s holding, your lips he’s kissing, your body that is sleeping next to him in bed? Will he walk you down the aisle at your wedding to Bakugou, seeing how beautiful you look in your white gown while he wishes he could be your groom?

So here lies the dilemma of Hitoshi Shinsou: confess to his best friend that he is utterly head over heels in love with her and risk losing her all together or say nothing and watch her fall in love with someone else.

He doesn’t know what to do or think, and that’s why he downs shot after shot of tequila, feeling the burn of alcohol down his throat and the pleasurable buzz in his fingertips. His phone vibrates and he sees it’s a message from you.

From: Y/N

Hey ‘Toshi! Are you okay? Need me to come rescue you from social interaction yet? :)

For the first time in his life, he doesn’t want to hear from you or speak to you. You’ll just make his problem worse. A part of him fills up with anger - why can’t you tell that he’s in love with you? The things you two do together is way past the point of being friends: the cuddling, the forehead kisses, the hugs, the sleeping in the same bed - do you truly not see how he feels?

He knows it’s selfish of him to say, and it’s wrong of him to feel this way. You still see those actions as friendly because you’ve always been that way with Shinsou. He’s the one who has twisted it into something romantic, longing for you with every touch. Aching for your presence in his life, wondering what your lips would feel like on his. He responds back in resentment, alcohol fueling his discontent.

To: Y/N

Don’t need you to come. Staying night at Shoto’s. Don’t wait up.

The message is curt and short. He feels so incompetent - he loathes this feeling of not being good enough. ‘It’s no wonder she loves Bakugou - why would she love you? You have a villain’s quirk, a meager apartment, a moderate paycheck. Why would she choose you when she has a better option?’ He thinks to himself, self-hatred poisoning his mind. His phone dings, and as expected, you’re texting him back.

From: Y/N

What’s wrong ‘Toshi? You seem off thru text...are you okay?

To: Y/N

I told you, I’m fine. Leave me alone for the night, don’t wanna talk to you.

He sends his final message and sees you immediately start typing back - but he’s through with this conversation. He puts his phone on do not disturb and leaves it on the bar countertop, grabs his beer and makes his way to Izuku, Uraraka, Tsuyu and the others. As soon as he leaves, his phone flashes with a missed call from you.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,727 Words

Summary: Touya’s first class in 1-A is a bit more complicated than anyone thought it would be.

Warnings: Food Mention, Child Abuse Mention, Cursing, Anxiety Attack Mention, Death Mention, Burn Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: Yes, I made Touya, Natsuo, and Fuyumi triplets. No, I won’t apologize.

Hair Dye Buddies: Chapter 2

In the morning, Kirishima lent him a uniform and he got breakfast with him and his friends, Bakugou, Sero, Kaminari, and Ashido. Breakfast was fun, he got to have whatever he wanted so he got to eat curry. He'd never been given options at home. He wondered if the lock was still on the fridge at home and how Shoto was doing with it.

When he followed the group to class like he assumed Aizawa wanted, he and his group had gotten there before everyone but a blue haired boy.

"Your hair looks good, Bakugou." Aizawa greeted the loud boy.

"Thanks, Kirishima did it pretty good. I look more like my dad finally." Katsuki grinned slyly as he sat with his feet on his desk.

"Alright, Touya. Your chair is next to Hagakure, the only chair by itself." Aizawa told him.

"I wasn't aware we were getting a transfer, Mr. Aizawa!" The blue boy exclaimed.

"We're not, Iida. I've personally taken Touya temporarily into the hero course for his own protection until we can find him a suitable housing arrangement." Aizawa told him.

"So he will not be here permanently?" Iida asked.

"As far as I'm aware, it's not permanent." Aizawa told him.

"I wonder how Todoroki will react." Mina smiled.

"How I'll react to what?" Touya asked her.

"No, your brother. You know, Shoto?" Mina reminded him.

"But what will he react to he's just-" The door opened and a guy with green hair came in and headed right for Iida but the brunette girl talking to the kid with split hair stopped his sentence. "What the...?" And that was the conversations downfall. "What the fuck prank are you pulling? What the fuck is this, Aizawa? Is this some kind of joke!?" He demanded.

"What's wrong, kid?" Aizawa asked.

"Why does he look like that!? Why is he so old!?" Touya was shaking, he knew he was shaking. What was happening? Why did Shoto look his age?

"What do you mean, Touya?" Aizawa asked and Shoto's eyes got wide.

"Touya?" Shoto asked.

"Why are you so old!?" He insisted.

"Mr. Aizawa, if this is Touya, he's supposed to be either 21 or dead." Touya felt his breath shorten. Dead? He was supposed to be dead?

"Shoto, how old are you?" Touya asked suddenly.

"I'm 16." Touya felt the world crash. Shoto was sixteen? He was supposed to be eleven.

"This isn't real. This is a nightmare and I need to wake up." Touya muttered.

"Touya, what's happening?" Aizawa asked.

"He can't be sixteen! He's supposed to be eleven! This isn't real! This can't be real!" Everything felt too much. Everything was too much. He didn't know how but he ended up on the ground, back against a wall, with Aizawa holding his arms. He knew he was crying but he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"It's okay, kid. Breathe slow. Everything's fine, I promise." Aizawa calmed him.

"What's happening? What happened to me!?" Touya choked out.

"I don't know but everything will be okay. I'll make sure of it." Aizawa promised.

"Mr. Aizawa, what's wrong with Touya?" Iida asked.

"He had an anxiety attack. Do you feel okay now, Touya?" Aizawa asked Touya. He slowly nodded and took some deeper breaths.

"I'm sorry, I worried you all. I shouldn't have-" Touya began.

"Don't apologize, it happens to the best of us." He assured him. "You seem to have been deaged five years."

"I lost five whole years?" Touya asked softly.

"It seems like it." Aizawa told him softly.

"What's gonna happen to me now?" He asked breath fast and shallow again, slowly realizing he would probably be put under his father's custody.

"Well, you'll stay here and I'll try to figure out if this is permanent or not. If it's temporary, I'll help you readjust when you grow up. If it's permanent, you'll stay here in UA and graduate with your brother and I'll take your custody to ensure your safety. Regardless, you'll get your final two years of schooling even if you age back up, since you didn't graduate in the first place." Aizawa assured.

Touya immediately tackled his teacher in a hug. He was scared, devolving into another anxiety attack at the overwhelming emotions. He needed someone close, something Aizawa reciprocated easily. He felt other arms soon and looked to find Shoto hugging him. His lungs loosened slightly at the comfort that nearly identical body against his brought.

"Sho?" He asked in confusion. Shoto was never allowed near him before, so why was he so close willingly?

"Deep breaths, you'll be okay." Shoto assured him. "At least we can pretend we're twins if this is permanent." He let out a watery laugh. Him and Shoto, twins? He never thought he'd see the day him and Shoto spoke without their father around, hovering, training.

"Joint birthday or separate?" He laughed out.

"Whichever you want. Maybe we can convince Dad you were a cover up by the nurses." Shoto, always the mastermind of a scheme.

"He'd believe that, the thick bastard." He smiled, wiping his eyes and totally smudging the eyeliner Mina had insisted on painting on his face.

"Mina, our emotional support emo messed up his makeup!" Bakugou complained.

"Gosh dang it, Touya!" Mina whined but Touya just smiled at his new friends and his newly appointed 'twin' brother.

He was okay, everything would be fine. Between Shoto and Aizawa, everything would be alright. Shoto and Aizawa got him up and Mina forcefully fixed his makeup for him whilst everyone slowly filtered in.

"Where's Hagakure?" Aizawa demanded.

"She's having issues with her insulin levels this morning and Recovery Girl insists that she stay in her office to be monitored." The raven girl in the back told him.

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu. Someone will need to fill Hagakure in when they see her next because we have a special announcement today." Aizawa began. Touya had been told to not speak until the end. Not hard given he was a bit overwhelmed and talking didn't quite come naturally to him anyway.

"As you can see, we have a new student with us. Some of you already know these circumstances and the situation surrounding the decision to allow him here today. I expect you to treat him like any other classmate you'd have here in UA." He threateningly lowered his voice, garnering nods from his student body.

"The new student is in limbo of becoming a permanent student due to his situation. He was hit with a quirk that deaged him five years, losing his memory and reverted him, either temporarily or permanently, to a sixteen year old once again." Some gasps from the room.

"I will be seeking his custody and he will be an honorary student come the end of today's school day, due to the limited knowledge of the quirk that hit him while he was older." Aizawa finished his speech. "Class, I'd like you to meet your new classmate, Todoroki Touya." He drawled tiredly and Touya had to wonder if he was actually physically tired or just emotionally tired.

"Hello Touya, we're very happy to have you here!" Announced Yaoyorozu.

"Thanks." He felt awkward with focus on him now.

"Todoroki? But we already..." The brunette girl began.

"He's my brother, yes." Shoto confirmed and everyone went about chattering about how similar they looked and how they seemed to have been meant to be twins what with Touya having cotton candy pink hair, a mix of Shoto's red and white. He always was the odd sibling out, he supposed.

"So now we have two of them!?" A girl he'd heard being referred to as 'Jirou' exclaimed.

"Yes. Sorry for any confusion that may occur around this due to our names being the same. If you'd like, you could likely refer to Touya by Himura, our mother's maiden name, or just begin calling us by our first names." Shoto told them as everyone looked to Touya for confirmation.

"Touya?" Yaoyorozu asked.

"It's fine by me." He quietly replied.

"Okay good, I'll call you Touya since you seem rather comfortable with the idea." She announced and he smiled.

"Thank you." He meekly hid in his chair. He wished for the focus to go elsewhere, like a lesson Aizawa was likely supposed to be teaching.

Eventually, Aizawa began to teach his lesson and Touya was asked to accompany them to Gym Gamma and to show them his quirk once they arrived so they knew what they were facing in later classes.

"I um...I don't know what it is anymore." Touya admitted.

"What? Anymore? What do you mean?" Aizawa asked.

"That guy, he thought my quirk was dangerous so he changed it. That's his quirk. He can change other's quirks. That's why I ran away, he changed my quirk to something else." Touya was quiet, afraid of his own new power.

"Well what was it?" The scruffy teacher asked.

"Strong fire. Like, really strong. Burn myself strong." Touya admitted.

"Well, whatever he gave you, try to use it. I can stop you if it gets out of control." Aizawa assured him.

Touya took a few deep breaths and tried to call his fire as he'd had it with whispy movements. No luck. Odd but expected. He tried something more rigid and geared toward Shoto's ice he'd seen once. Still no luck. He tried to call something more fluid like Natsuo's water. No luck. Minimal movements to change temperature like Fuyumi and still no luck.

Just when he was about to give up on hoping he still had the family quirks, he tried one more way, combining the rigidity of Shoto's ice with the whisp that was his own fire. And it was like a whirlwind of snow suddenly hit Gym Gamma and he gasped at the flakes falling on the brisk October day.

It was beautiful. He had a new quirk. No longer would his fire eat him up from the inside out, but this new quirk also had a beauty to it that truly combined their parent's quirks.

He looked up to find half the class playing in the snow of his own making, others smiling awaiting their training, and Shoto and Aizawa smiling proudly at him. He smiled and made some more snow at the demand of Kaminari desperately trying to make a snow angel on the ground.

Taglist: @lgbtforeverything @rin-tanaka @everythingisstardust 

[kitthepurplepotato]

Shenanigans part 9

New to the story? Start with Chapter 1!

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Part 9:

Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the Number One.

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Warnings: Swear words, fighting, sexual tension, 16+ for safety as always.

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“Come on, you waste of space, show me what you got!”

Uhm… so… you kinda made a big mistake today and made your boss a tiny bit angry, or to be more exact, absolutely furious.

You ended up in the massive training area and he definitely looks like he’s ready to spill your blood today and end your hero career for good.

How did you end up in this situation?

Let’s go back in time and see.

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Bakugou is acting really weird today.

You would think the “weird” is a new normal in this office and it certainly is, but this is a different kind of weird.

Bakugou’s unruly blonde locks are even more puffed up today; his whole attire is messy, like he’s having his second rebel phase.

He is also wearing an eyeliner even though this is his paperwork day so he’s not even in his hero costume, and to be absolutely honest… he looks smoking hot.

Okay, this is definitely not appropriate, but hell, you are not blind. If the guy wouldn’t have the personality of a psychopath, he would be able to get into everyone’s panties in a matter of seconds.

There is no way anyone would be able to say no to him if he would smile sometimes. Also, those pecs? Mate, you want them to squish your face so much, it hurts.

Wait.

Why does it hurt?

“What the fuck are you staring at?!”

Oh, Bakugou is pinching your face and pulling the skin so hard it’s about to rip.

“Your stupid punk face?” You answer honestly; well, half-honestly, as you definitely will not share your thirsty thoughts with your boss. You are sure the conversation would end up with your dismissal. “Didn’t know Green Day has a concert in Japan today. Can I come?” You try to smirk at him while your skin goes back to its original place with a loud snap. With a small whine you stroke your red left side with an offended gaze.

“We have another guest today.” He rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your Green Day joke.

“If this is your way to impress, puffing yourself up might work with peacocks, but it doesn’t have the same effect on humans. You are also missing an important feature; the elegant, colorful feathers.”

“The fuck are you talking about, you Fuckstick?! I look like this every day!” The blonde screams, his face hot and red from embarrassment.

“That isn’t how you talk to a lady, my friend.” A new person emerges from thin air, in jeans from head to toe. Literally. You can’t hide your excitement, when your eyes lock with the ‘stranger’.

“Jeanieboo! Long time no see!” You attack the new visitor with a hug right away.

“Y/N, what a pleasure to see you again!” Best Jeanist mumbles into your hair, smiling proudly. “You both were a pain in the bottom to work with, never listening to my advice, or to be exact, never listening - end of the sentence, but I appreciated our time together anyway.” He smiles, his arms still snaked around your shoulders protectively.

“Okay, how the fuck do you know each other?!” Hisses the blonde, clearly unimpressed by the sudden plot twist; he can’t believe the two people he ‘hates’ the most are actually buddies. How fucking annoying.

“I trained Y/N in her country when she was a teen. She was more vicious than you, Bakugou. I didn’t think it’s possible for someone to be more aggressive than you are but she definitely gave a run for your money, child.” He reminiscences and you can’t help but smile thinking about your old self; you were an actual proper menace when you were young, talking back to everyone and ‘exploding shit’ whenever you were in a bad mood.

“Yeah, I will never forget the quirk nulling bracelet you gave me for my 17th birthday. I still don’t appreciate that, by the way.” You murmur, offended. It wasn’t fucking funny. It really wasn’t.

“Well, you tried to burn the agency down because they were out of coffee.” Jeanist furrows his brows, clearly not amused.

“Oh my god, I want to see that.” Bakugou makes an ugly laugh and you can’t help but pout. You really did not want this fucker to know about that embarrassing story. You will never hear the end of it.

“But…” Jeanist continues. “You are your country’s number one hero for a reason. You grew up well.” He smiles, and while you’re about to get lost in all the lovely memories you had with your favorite hero, a tiny explosion crackles from the palms of the blonde, which takes you back to the present again.

“You’ ok, bruh?” You take a look at the furious looking Dynamight. He looks… kinda red. Weird.

“One?!” He whispers, and shit you not, his whispering is the scariest shit you’ve ever heard in your life. You didn’t think a whisper can sound so threatening, but here you are, ready to fight for your life if it’s needed. “You motherfucking useless piece of shit, you, Number One?! What kind of sick joke is that?!” Dynamight screams like the lunatic he is, you sigh, Best Jeanist stares.

The time stops for a second for all of you.

For Bakugou, it stops because of the sudden jealousy in his heart. He feels attacked, because how the fuck is he not the number one yet if everyone else is only an extra? How is the biggest extra in the world number one if he can barely keep his second place? Bakugou’s whole world just shattered. He feels like someone put a stick into his virgin hole and showed it in him so deep it came out of his throat.

For Best Jeanist, the time stops thanks to the sudden tension in the room; he worked with so many people during his hero career, but he never felt so scared for his life. He’s aware that if these two decide to kill each other right now right here, the whole agency will go down with them.

For you… well… you forgot to mention this really important detail to Dynamight for the sake of your safety, so now you’re not just a nuisance but a threat to his number 2 ranking, and fucking liar. Great.

“First of all, this is why I didn’t tell you. Because you are a pathetic little jealous piece of shit who thinks the whole world revolves around his pretty fucking face and no one can be fucking better that he is!”

Maybe that was a bit too honest. Oops.

“Wow, jealous? I ain’t jealous of your sorry ass! I’m just sorry for your country as it’s full of pathetic fucking hero wannabes, if you are their best.”

This is it. You thought you can’t hate this guy more than you already do, but here you are, mentally disemboweling the fucker and trying really hard not to explode his whole fucking agency on him. Where is that bracelet when you need it?!

“I will fucking murder you, Dynamight.” You sneer, taking a step forward.

“You wanna fight, motherfucker?” He answers right away, also taking a step towards you. Best Jeanist is still frozen in place, probably writing his will in his head, just in case.

“You know what, you bleached haired fuckhead, I want to fight.”

“You and me, training room, now!” He screams and pulls you with him by your arms. “Also, my hair is natural, so fuck you.”

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Oh fuck. Oh fuckidy fuckie fuck fuck.

You didn’t think this through. Yes, you are the Number One hero in your country and you also have the coolest fucking quirk on Earth, so beating Dynamight’s ass doesn’t sound impossible.

The main problem is the fact that your boss will definitely never look into your eyes again if you do, but he will also hold a grudge against you if you let him win. So long story short, you are fucked, so honestly, it doesn’t even make sense to stress about this right now, as your fate was decided for you the moment Best Jeanist opened his mouth.

“Is this really necessary?” Kirishima tries his best to save the day and has been constantly trying for the last hour, but his words vanished in the air like a cheeky, scentless fart in the wind.

“Come at me, Number One!” Dynamight calls, half naked, and damn, if you die today, at least the view is nice.

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Why.

Just why.

Having the nerd and his lapdog in the office is one thing, but Best Jeanist?

Mr. Katsuki has all the respect for the guy as a hero, but his sense of style? Hell no. Like… fuck that shit.

Mr. Katsuki decides to go all out today, out of spite; messy hair, rebellious clothing and all those shenanigans. He’s still traumatized since Best Jeanist made his hair flat and ugly that last time during UA. He will never forget looking in the mirror and seeing a bad Monoma cosplay looking back at him. It was terrible.

There is another reason Mr. Katsuki is going all out today, but don’t tell him that we know this; Mr. Katsuki secretly plans to show off to the Menace to let her know what she’s missing out on by being a dick.

No, he doesn’t want to woo the Menace; he just wants to show her that he can be sexy like that. That’s it. No other reason. He definitely does NOT have any kind of feelings towards that fuckstick except for annoyance. No way.

It’s true that he has been a little bit concerned when the Menace disappeared into thin air, but it was more about not wanting to do a shit load of paperwork after the death of a staff member than about being concerned about the actual person.

You don’t believe him?

Fuck you, then.

The plan was working. The menace did her best to bully Bakugou for his rebellious look, but he didn’t miss the way she eye fucked him for a few seconds before opening her mouth.

Mr. Dynamight also liked to hear all the embarrassing stories about the Menace’s childhood after getting over the fact that they had the same mentor back in their school days.

But then… things went south. Really quickly.

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“Come at me, Number One!” Dynamight yells, ready to kick the Number One’s ass back to her bloody useless country.

Bakugou is not stupid, he was well aware that the Menace wasn’t just a side kick back in her country. The villain who ended her career was an extremely powerful one. No side kick stood a chance against him, yet the menace fought him for hours before the terrible accident; but Katsuki didn’t even think about the possibility of her being in the top 10 and being the Number 1 hero was even further on his possibility list.

Mr. Katsuki will never admit this even though it’s really obvious, but he’s still not over the fact that he’ll never get to the number 1 spot in Japan until Deku dies and as Deku and Bakugou are friends; he can deny it but it’s true; and he would never want his friend to die in a battle just to be able to fill his desired spot. Being number 2 is really frustrating for Mr. Katsuki. He was nothing but number one his whole life until his twenties, yet here he is, stuck in a certain spot and he was just told that his useless, annoying piece of shit of a secretary is better than him. He’s not gonna have that. Not without a fight at least.

“Bring it on, sparky boy.” The menace grins in her boring ass sports bra and shorts combo. Mr. Katsuki can only hope her hero costume has more creativity to it than this… not like he cares. He definitely doesn’t care, thank you very much. He would rather die than google her hero name, especially after these news.

“Oh, you will regret saying that.” Mr. Katsuki’s hands sparkle, ready to start this game; he jumps closer, his palms ready to explode in the menace’s face, but she dodges gracefully, moving to the other side of the room in a flash; teleportation quirk or just increased speed? Hell if he knows. In only a few milliseconds, he can see a shadow right in front of him, which indicates that she used the same quirk to attack him from behind; Dynamight moves away with the help of his quirk, but he isn’t quick enough to not get hit in the head with an explosion, but weirdly enough, it doesn’t hurt. It also smells like cotton candy.

When Mr. Katsuki looks back, he’s met with a laughing idiot, folded in half; she’s actually crying from laughter. Mr. Katsuki is furious.

“Oh my god, that was amazing.” The menace screams while she makes tiny, magenta colored explosions with her hands. Mr. Katsuki sees red. The explosions leave a baby pink smoke behind, and the cotton candy smell gets stronger.

Dynamight just got absolutely humiliated and he’s not having it. No fucking way.

“I hope your joke was funny enough for you to die for it.” The blonde grits his teeth and goes all out, and for the next two minutes no one can tell what’s happening on the battle field; there isn’t anything but fog and dust particles, loud bangs and battle screams.

Suddenly, it goes silent. As the fog disappears and the view gets clear; and Mr. Katsuki’s grin can be seen from far away as he pushes the Menace to the floor, keeping her pinned down by her hands and legs.

“Number One my ass.” Dynamight grumbles, panting on top of her; usually he would feel really uncomfortable being so close to someone as he is now, but in the middle of a fight, Katsuki doesn’t care about personal space. He won. That’s all that matters.

“You cheated.” The menace pants and her breath tickles Bakugou’s lips in a really uncomfortable way. His heart rate goes even higher, making him a bit dizzy; is she using another quirk? It wouldn’t be a surprise, she used at least 10 different ones during the fight, making her moves unpredictable. Katsuki might have her pinned to the floor now, but it wasn’t the easiest fight of his life. He’s not happy to admit it, but most of the heroes wouldn’t even be able to touch her. If the menace would change sides they would be utterly fucked. It’s not only about her strength, it’s about her intelligence as well; her movements are perfectly calculated and she’s quick and efficient.

The menace is… extremely dangerous.

“The fuck are you yapping about?” The blonde murmurs, his almost whisper resonating in the dead-silent training room; no one dares to make a noise in the building.

“It’s really hard to concentrate when you’re shirtless, you know.” The menace whispers, her eyes looking up and down his torso then straight to his face. “You’re really fucking beautiful, Dynamight.” She smiles and fuck if that didn’t go straight to his d………

He lost himself in his thoughts for only a second but that was enough for the menace to change the outcome of the fight; while he was busy with his internal monologue, the menace freed herself from his grasp and kicked the blonde right in the crotch, where it hurts the most.

The menace is on top of him in only a second and something, probably another quirk, makes him unable to move completely. Fuck.

“You know fights aren’t just about the strength of your quirk, but about the strength of your brain, baby.” The menace whispers into his ears in the most erotic way possible, her fingers scratching his scalp pleasantly as she rakes his hair back with her fingers.

“You cheated and lied. What a shitty way to win.” The blonde mumbles but his voice is shaky from… embarrassment? Want? Is this what Kirishima was talking about? Is this the feeling he lacked until now? Is this his sexual awakening? Is he Menace-sexual? Why is he not mad about losing? Is it because of the way he lost? Is it out of respect? Is it because it was worth it for the fluttering feeling in his chest? Was the menace always this pretty? Why can’t he look away? It might be another quirk. It needs to be. There is no way he’s…

“I never lied. I do think you are beautiful.” The menace answers with a straight face but her cheeks get rosy when she finishes the sentence; she fists a big bunch of his hair on the front, and Bakugou realizes it doesn’t hurt the way it should; it’s painful and pleasant at the same time. He’s definitely done for, isn’t he? “Don’t underestimate me ever again, Bakugou Katsuki.” She murmurs, and fuck, hearing his first name from the Menace’s mouth is thrilling as fuck.

Honestly, what’s happening to him?!

He doesn’t have time to think about that for too long as his head gets smacked into the floor and everything goes black.

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“I feel like I just found a really good porn to watch, but it started buffering right when the action was about to happen.” Someone mumbles next to Kirishima but he’s too busy having an internal meltdown to tell his underling off for speaking inappropriately.

“So… how long…?” Best Jeanist tries to ask a question but Kirishima honestly can’t answer right now; he stands up and runs to the battlefield. His best friend is unconscious for the fuck’s sake, he can’t be bothered about this sexual tension right now. He needs 5 to 7 days to get a hold of his thoughts about this new revelation anyway.

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You’ve done it.

You flirted with your boss just to win then you lost yourself in the middle of it when you realized how easy it was to do so. Bakugou was right. You wanted to cheat, you wanted to lie, but right after you said those words out loud you realized they were true.

Your mind is an absolute mess right now.

“Was this really necessary?!” Red Riot arrives at the scene and pushes you out of the way to take his best friend into his arms, probably to take him to the emergency room.

“You know one of us had to be unconscious to win otherwise we won’t back down until we pass out from exhaustion.” You sigh, out of breath and out of words. This was probably the best fight of your life. Bakugou is an amazing partner. You might call him names all the time but he’s intelligent and strong, he can keep up with you in a way no one ever could when fighting. This fight with him reminded you of his other self; the one who’s clever and emotional, the one you kinda fell in love with in only 24 hours. Your mind is a mess, your heart is beating out of your rib cage, and shit, you really need some time alone to get yourself together.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Oh, so that was supposed to be a scolding for… for what? For flirting? For cheating?

“Whatever.”

You can’t have this conversation right now. Everything is a mess, the world is black and white, the only thing in color is the unconscious blonde in Kirishima’s arms.

You are definitely not ready to look into those eyes after all of this.

Fuck, you can’t wait to go home and hide under your bed for the rest of the day.

…Next Chapter!

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Waaah this was such a pain to write, sorry for being away for so long! Send me a comment with your thoughts, things are getting heated, eyy! I really wanna fangirl about this plot, help me out, will ya? 😂

I hope you like where this story is going, I can’t wait to dig deeper into it!

Kirishima is the best, isn’t he? 😭 such a protective little brother, I love him so much.

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[deadontheinsidebut]

⤷ Day 10: Kaminari Denki + “are you flirting with me?”

Synopsis: You, Kaminari & the rest of the Bakusquad go to see the fireworks on the beach but the fireworks aren’t the only sparks flying.

Word Count: 1.5k

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The Bakusquad was finally celebrating their last year at UA and what better way to celebrate than to get it on with fireworks? It was currently summer break which means it has only been a couple months since the school year started, but the Bakusquad wasn’t really one to follow those end-of-the-year traditions.

Mina was ecstatic because she had finally managed to convince Bakugou to leave the house and meet up with you guys. With the entire Bakusquad in toll, the six of you found yourself at the biggest beach in the city.

It was fairly empty since it was nearing the end of the day and this was exactly how all of you liked it. You were walking next to Kaminari, your best friend and the boy you’ve liked since your first year. He was, for a lack of a better phrase, an electric presence. Every time he walked into the room, you could feel yourself breathe a little easier and your body relax. It was the opposite of what a crush should be, or at least what the rest of the girls considered a legitimate crush.

They described it as endless butterflies and unintentional stuttering but those things never happened with you and Kaminari. Instead, every time he was in your presence, you felt the urge to be closer, just like you were right now. You wanted to feel your arm on his. You wanted to feel his spark.

You were snapped out of your daydream when Kirishima and Bakugo start a play fight next to you, bumping you into Kaminari’s back and causing the both of you to plop onto the sand.

Kaminari’s face was pressed into the sand and you face planted onto his back. Mina was quick to react, taking out her phone to snap a picture and commenting that this was one moment to add to the Bakusquad scrapbook.

Sero was holding his stomach and bent over laughing at the scene before him as Kirishima and even Bakugou were staring down at you with feared looks on their faces because they know they have incurred your wrath.

When you stand up, they swear they could see your hair standing up with the fires of hell behind you and you grabbed the two idiots by the collar and starting to lecture them on being careful, especially in public.

Kaminari seemed to have short circuited at the contact between you two and was standing aside all bashfully, admiring your assertiveness as you lectured your two friends. Mina noticed this dynamic long ago. She considered you two electric loves and is still confused as to why you two haven’t admitted your love to each other, but she has made it this year’s goal to get you guys together.

Mina separates you from Kiri and Baku and pushes you towards Kaminari so that you fall back into his arms, “ok miss y/n that’s enough aggressiveness for today, the boys are sorry,” she glares at the blond and red head, “so now we’re gonna have fun... the right way!”

Your back is pressed up against Kaminari’s chest and he’s holding you by the arms from catching you but you can feel his heart beating against you. It’s loud and powerful... and something you wouldn’t have expected. Could Denki possibly be nervous?

When you step away, it was as though an electrical connection had fizzled out. His face is flustered as he scratches the back of his head. He mentally notes how warm you felt all against him like that. The lingering feeling of your body still on his hands, he can’t bring himself to move.

Sero has to slap him once on the back to get him to walk forward which he does. He doesn’t know if you will ever feel the same way he does. You’ve never ever been embarrassed around him and he wonders why. He wonders why he’s the only person you’ve never felt flustered around. Was he in the friendzone or something? Pushing the thought aside, he catches up to the group and offers you a side smile because at the end of the day, no matter what, you are his best friend forever.

Your group finally picks a spot to light the fireworks and it was a quiet place a few feet away from the ocean. You leave the setting up to Bakugo since he likes explosions and Kirishima since Mina said it was punishment for fighting earlier.

You, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina have made your way over to the ocean. You feel the water lap at your feet and you breathe in the salty air. There’s something so majestically unknown about the ocean; no one knows what’s really out there and you’re able to imagine endless possibilities. You look for Kaminari and you find him flinching and jumping back every time the water comes in and you put two and two together: electricity and water do not mix.

You want to burst into laughter but you hold it in long enough to reach your friend. He sees you come over and his body starts to loosen up.

“Isn’t it crazy that we’re in our last year of high school now?” He begins, “it feels like only yesterday I bumped into you in the hall and we had our first conversation.”

You sigh as you seat yourself on the sand, “time goes by so quickly so I want to cherish today for as long as I can,” you reply.

He sits next to you and you swear he was only a mere 10 mm away. You wanted to close that gap so badly.

“Knowing us, things will go completely wrong and the night will end with one of us losing our hair or something,” he chuckles, letting his eyes close in comfort.

“Yeah, but as long as you’re here, I think I’ll still enjoy it.”

You don’t know what overcame you to be honest, but you just felt like it had to be known. How could you close the distance when you two can’t even overcome the obstacle of words?

There’s a moment of silence before Kaminari speaks up, “are you flirting with me?”

He doesn’t sound angry or annoyed in the slightest. Instead, he’s a million different shades of red and his voice comes out in a shy and hopeful manner.

“And what if I am?” You mumble, feeling nervous for the first time in the past three years.

Almost as though he were reading your mind from earlier, he intertwines his fingers with yours, ultimately closing the 10mm gap.

“I mean... I wouldn’t mind it,” he drags out the last half of his sentence.

You look at him for the first time since you sat down and maybe it was because of the moment but you were completely bewildered by how magnificent he looked with the stars hovering over his head. His golden eyes were radiating happiness and you could feel his genuine feelings pulling through.

“Hey lovebirds! Get over here the fireworks are about to start!” Mina calls out, waving you two over with sparklers in hand.

You two rush over to your friends and they hand you two sparklers each. They ask Kaminari to use his quirk to light the fireworks and with a little spark, the fireworks fly through the sky, bursting into an array of colours and sparkles. The six of you run around the beach, barefoot and barely clothed with sparklers in hand. The sparklers flicker as they leave a trail of light behind them.

You match your speed with Kaminari and the two of you are laughing as you try to outrun the other. When you finally stop, you two are catching your breaths, panting from the adrenaline. This is the rush that could only be compared to love.

Your eyes lock onto one another once again and you have an exhilarating feeling. Is that what people mean when they say sparks fly?

When the rest of your friends finally catch up to you, they’re complaining about how you guys didn’t wait at all but it was going in one ear and going out the other. All you wanted to pay attention to was the boy standing in front of you. When he’s finally caught his breath, he reaches an arm out towards you and you’re stunned at his next words, “everything is fine as long as we’re together, right?”

You accept his hand and the two of you are off again, running and laughing without a care in the world.

“Oi! What do you two think you’re doing without us??!?” Bakugou shouts as he chases after you guys.

If anyone asked you what was the best part of your time at UA, you would tell them the story of tonight: the one that opened your heart to a new chapter called love.

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[guardianspirits13]

Okay so I know there’s an unfathomable amount of discourse going around about Dabi/Hawks/Endeavor, and people being apologists and whatnot. I don’t want to add to the chaos because the last time this much arguing happened in a fandom I was in (read: Voltron), I just completely dropped out of it and I don’t want to do that here.

The thing about stories is that they are very intentionally written, especially in this case, and thus incredibly nuanced. I don’t necessarily believe that anybody’s opinions on characters reflect on how they’d feel about similar situations in real life so it’s definitely not as serious as people are making it out to be.

This is the whole thing about parasocial relationships, even with fictional characters- you see much more of them being people in everyday life than you’d see in any real life events or news stories. Because we know the characters so closely, our perception of their actions is inherently biased. I think this also has to do with which was introduced first- the character and their personality, or their negative actions.

We are told by the narrative that Endeavor is a terrible, abusive father before he’s even introduced, and later we see more of him interacting with characters and who he is in the present, so we know his actions retroactively.

Dabi/Touya is rather the opposite- but we have two conflicting viewpoints.

Dabi’s personality is tied to his actions, because he does many of them in the present that we see onscreen- kidnapping Bakugou, murdering petty thieves, etc. We learn who he is in the context of his actions, so it seems less shocking/extreme when he does obviously bad things. He’s a villian. That’s the point, and he has no moral standards, but that also makes him an interesting character.

And then there’s Touya, who is a mysterious silhouette of a character but we get to see who he was by how his family remembers him. Endeavor’s biggest regret is his death. Natsuo, who is an inherently good character, remembers him fondly in a positive light. And of course most recently with chapter 291, we see Touya as a small, innocent child.

So when these two personalities are juxtaposed we get this cognitive dissonance, because it’s naturally hard for us to resolve this conflict between a innocent abuse victim and a ruthless murderer.

We’re supposed to feel pity for Touya and the things he went through, but just because we understand the intent of his actions and the slippery slope that led to them doesn’t mean we justify them. We might even feel some catharsis in watching him get revenge on a world that tore him down and pushed him aside, and I think it’s important that we’re capable of distinguishing the contextual weight of a situation from the moral ramifications.

I’m getting really wordy here, but to put it more plainly, hypothetically if Dabi killed Endeavor we can still feel happy as readers for him achieving his goal and the catharsis it allows him, but still understand that it is morally wrong. If Dabi was framed as the protagonist, narratively this inherently bad action would be a victory.

(For further reference I just watched the Joker last night and it’s a very interesting case study that really made me think about Dabi’s character more critically)

Anyways, all of this nuance and conflict is an explicitly intentional choice by Horikoshi.

There isn’t supposed to be one right answer. I think everyone should stop for a moment and consider that stories are often made to start a conversation. This dialogue is important, and it encourages us to think critically and talk about difficult subjects. This is exactly the same thing that you do in school when you have a discussion in AP Lit or whatever.

It’s not about being right, it’s about having a conversation.

I know this is the internet and it has an overwhelming tendency to be toxic, and a lot of the fandom doesn’t care nearly as much as I do about literary analysis and impartial character studies, and I know I will continue to see more posts addressing people with staunch opinions then people actually stating said opinions, but hopefully I was able to provide some insight and continue the dialogue.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to respond!

I’d love to start a civil conversation about this :)